Chapter One: Perfect Two
The roar of motorcycle engines sounded outside of the large shell shaped home. The white glow of bare dead trees in the forest of the Ancients offered little light to the room where a long silver haired beauty sat, rocking back and forth in an intricately designed cherry wood rocking chair. Her piercing green blue cat eyes where fixated on the wall across from her where a single picture hung from that wall, four people where standing in front of a tall tree, behind it an old worn looking building. One of the people was the girl, the next a taller silver haired man that looked like he could be her older brother, beside him was a black haired man with eyes matching the two, though it was more green then blue a brilliant grin spread over his face. The last was a shorter blond haired boy with light ice blue eyes with a light smile.
All of them looked like they where enjoying themselves, but the girl knew that the feelings she had in the picture wouldn't last. The sudden slam of the door hitting the wall snapped her from her trance and her gaze whipped over to see who had interrupted her. Teary eyes made her glare soften as a tall silver haired man with gelled up hair scrambled over to her burying his face in his arms on her lap.
"Big sister, brother won't give her to us!" he sobbed. She placed a gentle hand onto his head and began to stroke his head softly. "Loz, do not fret. Big Sister Yoru will take care of you." The weeping man looked up at her, his watery eyes beginning to calm. "What of Yazoo and Kadaj, Loz?" she spoke calmly though her concern was evident. "They're downstairs. They're both very angry with brother."
Yoru looked back up at the picture that hung by itself on the dark wall, littered with silver stars. "I will go with you tomorrow." She murmured stroking Loz's head again. "But big sister, you're still sick." Loz was becoming drowsy, his body relaxing more and more as he stared at the wall, clinging to his sister's lap. "I must go Loz; I think that brother would be so thrilled to see me, that he'll give us mother back." Loz smiled at her words, yawning hugely.
"Big Sister?" he asked again, his eyes pulling themselves together "Yes Loz?" her voice was velvety as she drug her eyes over his form, slowly being pulled into sleep. "Will you sing me to sleep?" Loz, though his outer appearance showed a man of early twenties, was stuck within a mind of a young boy. "Of course Loz." She slowly began to hum to him stroking his head. "You lie silent there before me; your tears may mean nothing to me, the wind howling at the window. The love you never gave, I give to you, really don't deserve it. But now, there's nothing you can do. So sleep in your only memory of me, my dearest mother." Yoru stopped, without looking up, she responded to the person's presence. "Kadaj, you weren't looking after Loz again, you sent him off to do something on his own." Kadaj strolled over to her, tempted to kick the sleeping Loz from his place so he could lay his head in her lap.
Kadaj, the eldest of the three boys, though considerably smaller, thought that he should be the first to greet his older sister upon arriving home. "It was punishment for not listening again. I'll have to find a new punishment since it didn't work." A loud smack followed after his words. Kadaj's green blue eyes widened in shock, his head turned slightly, and his cheek quickly swelling. "Big brother left me to take care of you and the others. I will hand out punishments." Kadaj looked back to her his eyes filling with a mix of emotion as his face dipped down into a frown of displeasure.
"Kadaj, come here." He flinched back when she said that though didn't disobey. She pulled him down into a warm embrace, kissing his injured cheek lightly. "Kadaj, let Yazoo and Loz come see me first if their missions truly upset them." Kadaj pulled back after a moment smiling warmly at Yoru and nodded "Yes, I understand sister." He glanced quickly at Loz before leaving the room. Yazoo was the next to hurry into the room, only giving his younger brother a brief glance before throwing his arms lightly around her. "Yoru, I've got your medicine." She laughs lightly holding her hand out to him as he releases her. "It figures you'd butter me up before giving me something so bitter." Yazoo gave her a weak smile handing her a glass filled with water and a few dark green pills "I worry for your health sister, you know that." She nods swallowing the pills. "Yazoo, is Tengoku and my bike ready?"
Yazoo to say the least was surprised, but nodded "Yes, I repaired the twin blades Tengoku and your bike myself. Why are you asking such a thing sister?" She smiled beginning to stroke Loz's sleeping head again "I'm going with you tomorrow to convince brother to give us back," she paused for a moment she had never liked calling that woman (If she had at any point been a female) her mother, though didn't dare to call her Jenova in front of Kadaj, Loz, and Yazoo "to give back mother." Yazoo frowned hearing Yoru's words. "No, you can not go Yoru." She looked up at Yazoo, a slight mystified frown showing on her face. "Why?" Yazoo took a step forward taking her hand from Loz's head and kissing her finger tips lightly, his pupils slitting like a cat's. "Because my dear one, if you where to die, the new world would not be achievable for our dear mother."
Yoru sneered back at him, this wasn't Yazoo. "My brother, my Sephiroth." She started leading his face to hers as she kissed his forehead "Allow me to accompany them, I have a plan of my own to bring back Jenova." A low hiss came from him, his eyes narrowing even more. "Do you often speak her true name in front of our younger brothers?" she smiled laying another butterfly kiss on his forehead. "I do not." She replied her own eyes narrowing at his evasion. "You may go, but if you are hurt, I will take over Loz's body and use it as my own." That was enough to wipe the smile from Yoru's face as she stared back at him.
"You have my word Sephiroth." Her grip inadvertently tightened around a lock of Loz's hair. In a flash Yazoo was back, he sat leaned against her chair panting lightly from the strain. "Why does brother favor my body?" Yazoo whimpered looking up at Yoru with innocent eyes. "It's not that he favors your body, it's that I favor your company." Yazoo looked up at her surprised but smiled taking Yoru's free hand holding it close to his face smiling. "Why do you favor mine sister?" he asked, again very innocently. "You're a perfect mix. You have a calm yet clingy attitude, yet you take charge only when the position is offered, or free." Yazoo couldn't help but smile leaning his head against the soft cushion on the arm of the chair, drifting into sleep from the strain Sephiroth put on him. "My my, it seems like I've become a cushion again."
She took one last glance at the picture on the wall before sighing and looking towards the window. It was always like this, Kadaj, Yazoo, and Loz would come home from doing dangerous things, Kadaj would visit her, then Yazoo and last Loz, who would always take a nap, using her lap as a pillow, and every once in a while Sephiroth would take hold of one of there bodies to have a brief conversation with her. You see, Sephiroth had this grand plan to create a perfect world where Jenova, and those laced with Jenova cells could live. Sephiroth wanted Yoru to give birth to the first of the pure blooded Jenova children.
She had no idea if Sephiroth loved her, but she knew that she had loved him once, long ago. Though that time was long since past and some part of her still loved him, though never forgave him for not saving her greatest love, Zack Fair. Though he was the first person she went to after finding out the news, it was a long stretch of time before Sephiroth told her that he was with Zack on the mission that killed him. Before that incident, Yoru was Sephiroth's partner in every mission, they where Shinra's perfect team, the perfect two. She allowed herself to flit around in her happy memories of Zack, Cloud, and Sephiroth a moment longer before leaning back and closing her eyes. She would have nightmares of the past again tonight, of the past that haunted her.