Hello to everyone.
You may all realise that I have already posted this fic a while ago but I pulled them all due to discontentment with my writing.
Although some I have done nothing to as they were RP's and I think to change them would be wrong and defeat the purpose.
I have only been writing a year now and I know there is a lot of room for improvement but I will get there. I am always trying to improve my style and I promise I won't pull them again, I was a dumb-ass, please forgive me.
Thank you to everyone who have already reviewed these stories, I appreciate the feedback.
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This fic is for ADULTS ONLY VIEWING
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It will no doubt contain Het, Yaoi, bitch slapping, very offensive language, a drunken Yuffie, a very pissed of Yazoo, violence of some sort, sexual deviousness of some sort, probably no plot and a storyline that has been done to death, but hey, if you love the thought of Yazoo in chains then you just might like it.
This fic basically came to be because I needed a break from Take A Deep Breath.
Now, while I love my Yaz being a bastard, I really wanted to see the pretty boy suffer. Fat chance it will happen in T.A.D.B.
So I had to come up with something else and this be it.
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A brother's love
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The sanctified rains continued to fall steadily down upon the now soaking lands. They had started a little over 24 hours ago and had yet to abate, cleansing the city and surrounding countryside of sickness and disease; it was a miracle to the people of the suffering town. The children smiling again, happily playing in delighted laughter and giggles even in the downpour.
Many citizens unaware of the exact circumstances surrounding the goddess blessed curing rains and some not caring. Just the fact that it was here gave them a sense of all things being righteous again, that they would be ok in these uncertain times.
Geostigma would hopefully be a thing of the past for them, and so was the trio of silver haired boys that had caused such havoc in the town. With their deaths, a miracle had happened and the people of Edge had been saved, so was there anyone in the whole town that felt the slightest amount of remorse that the boys were dead? Not likely.
A small but contented group gathered in the 7th Heaven. Warm, cosy and in their humble way celebrating the purging and life in general. The mood was happy but quiet as the princess of Wutia wriggled unsteadily in her seat, waiting impatiently yet again at the bar as Tifa attended another customer.
As the buxom brunette politely served what Yuffie considered an uncouth brute, the young Ninja sent a scathing look at the waste of space interrupting her tale. He glanced in the young girl's direction; brows wrinkling in concern at the scowling glare directed his way.
"Fear meeeeeee peasant, for I am Yuffie." she impishly mouthed at the man. His eyes darted from the young girl apparently puckering up to him, to the woman behind the bar and she smiled sweetly at him.
"Just ignore her and she'll go away," said the barmaid. He raised his brows and took her advice, taking his drink and withdrawing to a darkened corner of the room.
Yuffie watched his retreating back. "Yeah, you wun widdle wabbit." she blew a snort of disdain at the man and watched as Tifa finally returned. The young girl decided she should continue with the intriguing story, her words slurring drastically.
"An then, ya know wha I said to im Teef?" she took another sip of what ever the hell it was that Tifa had given her, almost missing her mouth entirely. Pointing at the woman as she flung her head back and dramatically downed the last of the contents in one gulp. Yuffie pulled a face at the rough liquor, quivering violently as her taste buds finally got a hit of the crap Tifa called Whiskey.
"I said…" she looked at the older girl in sudden confusion.
"What was I talking about Teef?"
Tifa had to hold back the laughter as she shook her head at the inebriated girl, reaching forward to snatch the empty glass out of the young Ninja's hand. "That's it Yuffie, no more for you." she warned, taking the glass over to the sink and rinsing it.
Yuffie jolted upright in her seat, a shocked look spread over her face as she watched her glass disappear. "HEY! Get ya own god damned drink Tifa!" she protested, swaying considerably in her seat.
"I'm eighteen an old enuf to do whad I damn like. An ifya don' let me drenk ere, I'll go sum place else an get tanked. An sum fella might take advantage of a girl like me." She swayed and pointed at the woman again. "An thatted be on your conscon…conscion…con…oh fuck it…...thatted be all your fault Teef." rambled the wasted girl.
Tifa smiled at the insinuated blame, the princess's usually crisp vocabulary went right out the door whenever she had anything-resembling alcohol, it was always funny to watch it creep up quickly and transform her friend.
Tifa returned to her stern mothering nature, it was only that she didn't want the determined young woman to get herself into any trouble tonight that she had agreed to this little drinking session. And wherever Yuffie was, trouble seemed to always follow, better if she was around friends when it found the young Ninja.
Tifa huffed in amusement as she picked up the clean glasses, drying them methodically one by one before stacking the sparkling items away. "I told you Yuffie, no blinder tonight." warned the brunette, raising her sharp eyebrows at the cheap drunk for emphasis.
The young girl wobbled on the stool, for some reason it had become increasingly unstable as the night went on. "You should get these stools fixed Teef, there broken or something." the young girl casually quipped.
Tifa gave her an almost disbelieving look. "Your drunk Yuffie." The young Ninja gripped the bar for some stability, hurling an indignant look to the older and her mouth dropped open to reply. Yuffie suddenly lurched wildly as the swivel stool did an abrupt turn to the side, almost throwing the girl face first into the bar. "God-damned-son-ova-bitch." she moaned but quickly righted herself and continued like nothing had happened.
"Ah-hik, am not Teef, but I'm worken on it." As she looked directly at her long time friend, Yuffie suddenly noticed there was a trio of Tifa's dancing before her eyes. She concentrated hard on the three women and crossed her eyes to see if the three would reduce to one. 'Crap, there's seven Tifa's now, bad idea.' she told herself and settled for the dancing trio instead. She pointed at the middle woman, hoping it was the right one.
"Anyway I'm allowed, they're dead, so I can ave a blinder if I wanna." her words slurring worse by the minute, she beckoned to Tifa. "Givet back woman, and fill-er-up again…bar-wench." added the girl and she burst out into laughter.
Suddenly the confused girl was lifted from her seat by strong arms and cradled, the bar strangely moving away from her for some reason.
"Holycrap this stools got arms an legs, Teef, it's got me it's got me." she cried out to the receding Tifa's. Only then did it occur to the young girl that she was being carried away, her head on a wobbly axis, turned towards her ride.
Yuffie broke out into a broad grin. "Vinnieeeeeeeee." she squealed in amusement, kicking her feet exuberantly in childish delight as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Back me up buddy, the silver dudes are dead righ? So ima loud to have a blinder, you tella Vinn." she snuggled down into his arms and waited for the reply, then suddenly too tired to care what it was, she drifted off to sleep.
The solemn man looked down on the girl and one side of his lips curled ever so slightly upwards. 'Youth was so oblivious to danger.' he thought. Though cloud was certain the youngest silver boy had passed over to the other side, the same could not be said for the older two.
And even though the explosion was massive, there was still a chance that somehow they might have survived, after all, Cloud had. There was not a single shred of evidence that they were dead, but on the same hand, no evidence that they were alive either, but that fact didn't make the demon harbinger any happier.
He had to be on his guard for the next few days, even if his young friend insisted on celebrating their death.
Vincent carried the girl to the door and turned back to Tifa, "How many did she have?" he enquired.
Tifa shook her head and laughed, "Just three." He nodding his head in farewell and left with his unconscious package, out into the pouring dark night.
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The first thing he noticed was the pain, Yazoo couldn't find one part that didn't cause him blinding agony. There was a deafening ringing in his ears that made it nearly impossible to recall the last moments of the battle and why he was alive. Flashes of memory shot throughout his throbbing brain, his big brothers sorrowful face, the enemy descending, a blinding explosion and the force knocking him backwards and into unconsciousness.
"Loz, why would you?" he moaned as he remembered the reason, his naive big brother. It had all happened so quickly, Cloud, anger and determination on his face, his sword raised high to strike. That's when Loz reacted, in the last second and Yazoo had no time to stop the oldest. With his one remaining little ball of magic, Loz inserted the protection materia into the middle child's forearm, wrapping Yazoo in a cacoon of safety, shielding him from the worst effects of the blast.
As Yazoo sent a disbelieving look to Loz for his action, his big brother said his final words. "Goodbye Yazoo." and then Clouds sword struck, sending them both their separate ways.
'But Loz wasn't as naïve as he seemed,' this thought suddenly penetrating into the pretty silvers pain wreaked mind. His brute of a brother knew what would happen when clouds sword struck them, and he would have known that while his actions might save Yazoo, it would send him to the next world alone. It must have caused him great grief to part with Yazoo, but obviously, the thought of his brother dying was not one the oldest could accept.
However, it now meant Yazoo was an only child, and that caused more sorrow for the silver man then the eldest could ever have contemplated.
Yazoo rolled painfully to his side, curling up in foetal position, noting the rubble sliding off and around his body as he did so. His eyes screwed shut as his grief came unbidden to the surface, and he cried out at his loss.
"Lozzzzzzzzzzz!" he groaned, and sadly succumbed to strained tears and whimpered moans. "No Loz, you can't leave me here alone." he whispered. "Not here." but only the silence answered his pleas.
Yazoo, ever the strong silent sibling, was a sibling no more. And even though their mission had failed, he felt he could still exact revenge for the death of his brothers. Then, somehow, his life would have meaning.
With a great sigh, he thrashed out at the remaining weight upon his wounded body and lifted his form off the rubble-strewn floor. Tiny droplets were soaking his face and Yazoo looked up, his keen eyesight noticing the patches of dark, cloudy sky from between the remaining rooftop. Where as before the rain stung him terribly, now it only chilled him, causing his skin to rise up in tiny bumps, another confusing thing to trouble the young man.
Yazoo staggered, pain erupting in his side like nothing he had ever felt before and he grabbed at his ribs to quell the hurting. His long delicate fingers encountered something hard, something foreign protruding from his side. His gaze lowered to his clutching hand and the first thing he noticed was the blood, dark red and flowing freely over his hand.
Second thing he noticed was the sliver of metal protruding from his ribs, sharp, jagged and deeply embedded.
"Fuck me." he growled out between clenched teeth and every breath he took caused more agony. He staggered again, almost collapsing entirely and groaning out in the effort to remain upright. His silver wet locks blackened in places clung to his face and neck, he unsteadily swayed where he stood, biting down the cries that wanted to tear from his throat.
Chancing another look, he glanced down at the wound again, seeing his slim, trembling blood soaked fingers and the blue metal shard. It was about two inches wide but thin, the pain however suggested the damn thing was two foot wide and just about cut him into two pieces.
Yazoo wanted it out; he thought the pain couldn't be any more then that of having the damn thing stuck inside his body. Stumbling over to the remains of a wall, he lent against it. Just breathing for now, content in this overlooked, simple act.
Working up the courage to do what he had to, the silver man gripped the shard with both hands, and taking a deep breath, he pulled the metal out.
Yazoo didn't watch the gruesome extraction; he would know when it was free of his body. However it seemed to take forever, the agony causing a pained cry to tear from his throat. The monumental effort it took only made his hands shake more, and that caused more pain, continuing the vicious circle until by the time the metal shard came free, the pain wreaked silvers blood soaked hands shook severely and uncontrollably.
Without looking at the invasive spearing object he opened his fingers and let it fall to the ground, the echo reverberating around the chamber.
His body felt exhausted and ruined, but if he only had so much time before his life sustaining blood ran out, then he had to find those that were responsible and end them quickly.
It took all of the silvers will to push himself off the wall and stumble out into the derelict streets of Edge. The rain kept the towns people inside, kept him from being identified. Yazoo took two steps and stumbled, grabbing the rough stonewall for support. His legs finally failed completely, buckling under him and he slid to the ground. Yazoo stayed down, trying to rally his strength and stand again but it was taking its sweet time in coming.
The deluge soaking him to his leather clad core, running down over his unconcerned face as he simply sat with his back against the wall and his hands resting in his lap.
His eyes felt so heavy and every breath was becoming more painful then the last. Loz's efforts to save his younger brother seemed to be in vain and Yazoo was ready to give up right here and join his siblings, to hell with revenge anyway.
He rested his head back against the wall, feeling the rarest sensation of rain hitting his face.
"Yazoo." it was a soft voice, male and familiar but he was weary.
"Yazoo." louder now, more urgent but still he couldn't open his eyes to see who it belonged to.
"Brother." It was strong, calm and resilient, and the injured silver knew it straight away.
"Loz." he whispered, opening his heavy lids to see the shimmering form of his big brother standing before him.
Loz huffed a small laugh and knelt down next to the suffering silver. "Nice to see you still remember me little brother."
Yazoo squinted hard at the wrath like image of Loz, trying to determine if in fact he really was there. 'Speaking of little brother,' he thought.
"Loz, Kadaj, were is Kadaj?" it was so hard to talk, it hurt incredibly, breathing hurt, just sitting here hurt.
"Oh he's with me Yaz, we've been playing."
Loz gave Yazoo the most serious look he'd ever seen. "Yaz, I have to tell you something, the little shit cheats like you wouldn't believe."
Yazoo gave a weary smile at Loz's analysis of their youngest brother. "He always did Loz." he choked out, his head dropped to the side slightly before he caught it, slowly straightening to look at the smiling figure of his oldest brother.
"Loz, I want to come with you," he whispered, and watched with despair as the smile left Loz and he shook his head.
"No Yaz, I'm afraid you can't." his saddened face alarmed the silver young man.
"What do you mean, Loz, why…..?" the small smile returned to Loz as he placed his soft fingertips to Yazoo's lips, halting the younger ones concerned words.
"It's not your time Yaz." was all the big silver said, and he stood leaving Yazoo more then a little confused.
Yazoo looked pleadingly at his brother, eyes darting over the shimmering form and he noticed the rain had not touched the ghostly form.
"Loz, are you real?" he wanted his brother to be, he wanted Loz to just hold his hand and take him away, but he had a despairing feeling in his gut that he would end up alone.
"I'm real Yaz, and now, so are you." his image wavered and Yazoo panicked, reaching a hand out to his fading brother.
"Loz!" He chocked out, his eyes closed and his hand trembled but he managed to keep it out for his brother to take.
"Loz!" it was only a hoarse whisper but it was all he could muster.
What he felt next was a welcome caress, a cold metal barrel against his temple. Yazoo dropped his hand and slowly opened his eyes to his saviour, glowing red orbs drilled into his green, and Yazoo remembered the face and the man.
"Do it," he mumbled. "Please, do it." the gun cocked and the silver swallowed the lump in his throat, closing his eyes tightly, Yazoo waited for the deafening blast that would end his suffering.
And he waited, the cold steel at his temple suddenly left him and he heard the gun being re-sheathed.
"I don't think so." came a low, smooth voice. Yazoo forced his lids to slightly open, looking again into those mystifying glowing red eyes. He tried to shake his head, succeeding only somewhat.
"No, please, you have to." he pleaded, suddenly both were startled by a screeching sound.
"I done wanna cold shower Vinnee, I'm not even horny." screamed a female voice from somewhere close. Yazoo tilted his head to the side, noticing a young girl, seemingly unconscious but thrashing about on the sidewalk beside them in the downpour.
His cheeks were gripped causing his lips to pucker out and his face pulled back in the direction of the red-eyed man. He was watching the possibly possessed female intently with an exasperated look on his face. He slowly turned away from the girl to look down at Yazoo, leaning in, lips softly touching the silvers ear he whispered.
"No, I have a far, far, far greater punishment for you my friend."
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Well there you have it, let me know what you think so far.