Some Kind Of War
Chapter One
His motorcycle roared beneath him as dirt flew from his wheels. His blonde chocobo hair whipped around his face. His eyes, shielded from dirt by his sunglasses, narrowed.
Ahead of him was another motorcycle, sporting a silver haired teen. He had to catch up, catch him, before he got to the rock face.
"Oi! Nii-san! I thought you could do better than this!" the silver haired youth laughed. Cloud Strife narrowed his Mako blue eyes and sped up.
Both bikes pressed down hard on their brakes, skidding to a halt by a large rock formation. The younger of the two hopped off his bike and flipped his hair back.
"I win again, Nii-san." he smirked at the blonde, who removed his glasses.
"I'm not your 'Nii-san'." Cloud grumbled. The youth rolled his eyes.
"You only seem to mind that nickname when you loose." his friend huffed and leaned on his bike, like trying to show off.
"Whatever." Cloud left his glasses off and revved his bike. "Come on, Kadaj. I bet you're needed at home."
Kadaj frowned. Racing with Cloud had made him forget. Always did.
He was moving.
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The Seventh Heaven bar had it's doors open wide and a truck was pulled up nearby. Boxes lay randomly around it as large men heaved the objects into standing positions where they would hopefully last through the trip.
Tifa monitored the moving men while a silver haired family packed things. All expect two. The family consisted of three boys and their mother and father. The father was currently sitting in a chair inside, picking at his nails and sneering at anyone who passed by. The youngest son was currently out somewhere.
It seemed whenever a lot of stress occurred Kadaj, the youngest sibling, and Cloud, Tifa's friend, would vanish and be gone for hours. Tifa didn't dwell on their location for very long, they were probably both racing on their new motorcycles. She was too busy being proud. 15 and in charge of a move. She was quite proud to be where she was.
The sounds of motors filled her ears and she looked down the street. Motorcycles were soaring gently toward them. The bikes stopped and Tifa hurried over with a glare in place.
"Cloud Strife! I should've known you'd take a 12 year old out on some dangerous machine like this!" Tifa wasn't really angry, but it was a routine she wouldn't brake.
"Give me a break, Tifa. He's fine." Cloud sweat dropped.
"Besides." Kadaj spoke up. "I'm better at it than he'll ever be." he gave her a smirk and she snorted.
"Dumb luck and raw talent, Kadaj." Tifa gave Cloud a warning look and turned back to the truck. "Ah! No! Turn it around! You'll break it!" she panicked, running over to the moving men.
Kadaj made a noise and Cloud knew he was smirking without looking at him. They smirked at each other before laughing silently.
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Kadaj picked up his own box of more important objects and set them in the car. He turned around and saw Cloud looking out his bedroom window.
A boy slightly older than himself walked past and ruffled his hair.
"Don't linger, Kadaj." he said somewhat forcefully.
"I know that, Yazoo." Kadaj glared back. Yazoo wanted to grow up way too fast. And Loz, his oldest brother, was too busy to clinging to Tifa's mother saying goodbyes to notice his brothers.
Kadaj was about to climb in after Loz into the car when Cloud appeared in the doorway, looking completely lost. Kadaj ran over and wrapped his arms tightly around the older teen. Cloud instantly held onto him and he felt Kadaj shudder once before they let go.
"Don't forget me. Alright, Kadaj?" Cloud nodded. Kadaj was only a few inches shorter than him.
"How could I forget about beating you in every race we ever ran?" Kadaj laughed slightly and then mouthed his goodbye before running back to the car.
Cloud waved after the car as it drove off and Tifa stood beside him.
"Good riddance."
Kadaj looked forward at his father in the passenger seat. His father never drove the car, sometimes Kadaj wondered if he even knew how. His father seemed to be able to get wherever he needed to be, on time, and without a known source of transportation.
Yazoo nodded and Loz just looked back at the bar. Their mother didn't speak. She hardly ever did. It seemed her strange meekness, but not weakness, was transferred to Loz more than the others.
Kadaj could only remember hearing his mother speak once. She had been telling him a story when he was little. Then his father came in the room.
'Don't confuse him with false stories like those.' he'd said.
'Sephiroth..' his mother glowered. They left Kadaj alone in the room but he never heard his mother speak after that.
"That boy was too friendly. They all were." Yazoo pushed his bangs behind his ears.
"Yea." Loz nodded but Kadaj could tell he was half lying.
"What did you think, Kadaj?" Sephiroth looked over his shoulder at his youngest son. Kadaj thought only a second before giving his reply.
"I think it's a good thing we're finally moving out of that place." He folded his arms and took to glaring out the window at the passing houses.
Onee-chan 1: Sorry for the shortness of it all. I have a friend who read this whole story and she loved it. At first she was always asking why the chapters were so short. -sweatdrop- but she still loved it. She almost killed my about 3 or 4 times for events in the story.. lol.
It: I think it's about time we told all our readers.. of me and Onee-chan's stories at least.. My and Onee-chan work together on just about every story. lately though.. she's been branching out on her own and wont even let me read until she has a few chapters done. -tears-
Onee-chan 1: ooh! stop being a crocodile! hmph.
It: -stops crying- fine...