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Summary: Yazoo is an assassin for an organization called mother. His fellow assassins are referred to as brothers. When someone in his organization has him kill the wrong person he finds himself on the run with no one that he can trust until he meets her. Yazoo/Tifa

It was near midnight when a rather portly disheveled looking man stumbled from the bar with an older lady of the night in his grasp. Drunken shouts of undying love and devotion to the hooker he had just met filled the air. The woman was trying to hold him up till she could get him to the hotel and properly take his wallet. It was when his form went totally lax and something wet sprayed her face that she noticed that the back of his head had been blown out.

Across the street and high on the rooftop a figure in black with long silver was making his retreat down the empty stairwell. He held no remorse in his jade green eyes for the man that had just become his latest hit. His bike waited at the bottom for him like the valued companion it had become. He was already long gone when the police finally arrived.

They were always a day late and buck short.

Arriving at his home the calm silence filled his senses until a slight noise drew his attention to the kitchen. Walking with light steps to the side of the kitchen door he awaited the intruder. He had an idea of who it was in the kitchen since very few people knew where he lived and even fewer were brave enough to sneak in. Gun in hand, finger on the trigger he watched as a slightly smaller form with silver hair walked from the kitchen.

Tapping the back of the silver head with his gun he watched the younger man spun around. A wide smile as he stared into the barrel of the gun making his eyes cross. He raised his eyes to meet Yazoo and pushed the gun from his face.

"Mother has sent me to see if the order had been carried out." The man said in a rather bored tone as he looked at his fingernails noting some blood still remained. He was more of 'a hands on' type of hired killer.

"Kadaj, it has been awhile." Yazoo said. He hated when Kadaj would pop in like he owned the organization and everyone in it was beneath him.

"Yes, it has. I hear that you are quickly becoming one of mother's top assassins." Kadaj said leaning against the wall opposite of Yazoo giving him a cool stare.

"Hm, you almost sound jealous brother." Yazoo smirked at the narrowed eyes he received from Kadaj. He knew the right buttons to push and when.

"You will never be me in mother's eyes. You are and always will be second best compared to me. You had better show up tomorrow or I will be back, Brother." Kadaj frowned pushing off the wall and walking down the hall.

"Trust me Kadaj I never want to be you." Yazoo whispered watching as Kadaj headed off into the night.

Yazoo arrived at his so-called office around four in the afternoon. He had never been an early riser and after his visit from Kadaj he had found it hard to sleep. There had been a time when he had thought of the younger man as a friend but those days were long gone. They were in a rather competitive business that left no room for friends or family.

Yazoo walked in the conference room as three speakerphones greeted him. A few moments later Kadaj walked in and leaned against the wall. Yazoo raised an eyebrow, but let it be. If Kadaj was there it was because he had been told to be there. Yazoo cleared his throat and gave brief retelling of the events of the night before.

"Thank you Yazoo. Once again you have proven yourself in our eyes." A male voice sounded into the room as Kadaj rolled his eyes at Yazoo's accomplishment.

"Yazoo, I know that you were expecting a rest, but a rather urgent matter is in need of your special skills. An envelope on the table holds your next task." Another male voice sounded into the room.

"What?! That is my assignment!" Kadaj bellowed and fisted his hands.

"Kadaj, we have been through this. Yazoo is unmatched as a marksman. Not to mention we are still cleaning up from that little mishap of yours yesterday." A female voice came through the air next. Yazoo looked over to Kadaj to see if maybe he would elaborate on what had happened yesterday, but knew that he wouldn't.

"I admit that I lost my temper, but I can do this. Please don't be mad at me." Kadaj pleaded with the phone. Almost sounding like a child speaking to his parents after being caught doing something that he knew he wasn't suppose to.

Yazoo watched as Kadaj nearly broke into tears. It was one of the reasons that Yazoo never wanted to be him. The organization had such a strong hold on Kadaj and it was almost scary to see how brain washed he truly was. It was at that time that Kadaj picked up one of the speakerphones and hurled it at the wall causing it to shatter into pieces.

"Kadaj, that was not necessary. Surely you can see why we think that you should take a rest. Some time to get your mind back under control." The woman sighed.

Kadaj punched the wall and stormed out of the room. Shouting that he would prove his worth to them. Yazoo said nothing as the two voices on the speakerphones agreed that it was for the best and it needed to be done before he went rogue. Yazoo cleared throat and bid them good day taking the envelope from the table.

Walking into the hall he heard a voice call out to him. Turning he noticed that another long time associate was heading his way. Loz, he was more the brute force of the organization.

"Hey man want to get a beer?" Loz asked once reached Yazoo.

"I can go for a beer." Yazoo said thinking that maybe Loz had heard what had happened with Kadaj.

Loz brought him to his favorite bar and best place to find an easy lay. They walked and grabbed seats at the bar. Loz was already eyeing up a little blond that he thought would be rather stretchable. Lucky for Yazoo she had a bouncy brunette friend who looked ready and willing. Yazoo decided that he could find out about Kadaj some other time. Right now he needed some release. After a few beers and sweet words the girls were ready to go anywhere that they would lead them.

It led to a hotel.

The girl entered the room with Yazoo following behind her. She turned around to see him shut the door and remove his coat letting it fall to the ground. He began to walk her backward until the backs of her knees hit the bed and she reclined beneath him. Yazoo swept down and captured her mouth in a soft kiss.

She slowly opened her mouth and he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Sweeping his tongue in to dominate her mouth he soon abandoned it in favor of venturing lower. He caught a nipple between his teeth and bit it gently, causing the girl to jerk harshly against him. Without even realizing it, she moved her hands up to thread the silk of his silver hair between her finger in an attempt to keep his mouth in place as she moaned at the feeling.

Despite the gentle pressure of the girl's fingers, Yazoo pulled away and lifted her shirt to reveal her soft firm breast. He swooped down to suckle the nipple in a teasing manner. The girl fisted the sheets as a soft gasp escaped her.

Yazoo soon left her breasts and stood, leaving her to look up at him as he removed his clothing. She blushed lightly as she marveled at the muscled plains of his stomach. Yazoo reached down and grabbed the hem of her rather short skirt and tugged it off. After disposing of her skirt he slid his hands up the insides of her thighs, urging her to part them. Yazoo slid down to his knees between them. She sucked in a sharp breath as she felt him kiss the patch of hair. Then he hooked his arms beneath her knees and pulled her closer to him, so that her ass was resting on the very edge of the bed and her legs where lying across his shoulders.

He pressed her thighs farther apart and revealed her folds that hid her secret place. Yazoo slipped his tongue out and slid it up from the puckered hole between the cheeks of her ass to graze the sensitive nub. He repeated his action as she began to moan louder into room. Her folds were quickly becoming slick with need from his actions.

He pressed his mouth to her sex, thrusting his tongue into her slit as deeply as it would go. She bucked into him, attempting to gain more pleasure, but Yazoo stopped her. His teasing was making her beg and he so loved it when they begged him.

He stopped his actions to move up along side her. Then he leaned over to nuzzle her neck and whisper. "I want to fuck hard." He smirked when he felt her shiver at his words. He captured her lips as he slid between her thighs and lined his cock up with her slick sheath. He entered her slowly enjoying the feel of her warmth surrounding him.

She brought her hands up once more to move into his hair, tugging him down so that her mouth could feel his. He begun to thrust as he twined his tongue with hers as she moaned wrapping her legs around his waist. He started to move faster as she began to meet his action with her hips.

He stopped kissing her as the act became more heated and he plunged deeper into her. When he moved her legs to rest on his shoulders and started to pound into her she screamed as if she was being murdered. Grunts and cries for more fell from her mouth as the sweat rolled down his body. All to soon the feel of her tight walls constricted around cock pushing him over with her in mind-blowing orgasm.

They were so wrapped in each other's pleasure that neither had heard or noticed when the door opened. A dark shadowing figure reached into his coat to switch the envelopes. Just as quickly as he had entered the shadow vanished in the night.

It was about midnight when he silently dressed and slipped from the room. He thought it best to go to another hotel to get some rest and read his instructions. He had nothing against the girl he had just spent…. time with, but it wasn't like he could have a relationship with her.

Upon reaching his new room he grabbed the envelope out of his coat and ripped it open. It only told him where to be with a picture of his next victim. As he looked at the picture he couldn't help, but think that he had seen her some place before. He shrugged his shoulders and slid into the blankets for some needed sleep.

It was a bright afternoon as he looked through the scope awaiting his target to arrive. He watched as the cars pulled up and several men exited to surround his target. He was a crack shot and the second he saw his chance he took it. Not waiting to see the outcome for the woman. He was already on his feet when the name reached his ears and his eyes widened in realization of what he had just done.

"Jenova!"

He raced down the stairway and hopped on his bike. The sounds of gunfire and screaming as he tore down the streets. He had to get out of town and fast. It didn't matter where he went just as long as he was far away from the organization. He had just killed one of his superiors. One of the founders of Mother and he wasn't fool enough to think that they would listen to his side of the story.