OK, anyone that has read my stories will know what I'm like, and where this is headed. This will not contain fluff or happy-go-lucky little SHM, there will be NO demure smiles anywhere to be seen, there might be a few sadistic smirks but no happy ones, (unless someone is in pain)
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Again this is ADULTS ONLY!
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I have also made this Fic AU, and the characters are OOC, because I like my SHM truly nasty little bastards and some people see them otherwise. It also gives me the scope I need without being restricted by trying to stay IC. But hopefully they are not too far off that I loose their characters completely.
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This Fic was a RP that I did with the awesome authoress Alexj69, I just loved it and thought it needed to be shared with all the Dajy/Gen fans out there…..(adult fans remember.) it was going to be a one shot but it's too damn long so it will most likely be a two or three shot.
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WARNING…WARNING…WARNING
You probably all know the day I don't have to write a big fat WARNING preceding my Fics will be when hell freezes over but I better do it just in case.
There will be,(takes a deep breath.) Blood, violence, gore, very naughty smut, violence, bad language, Yaio, violence, forced sex, death…did I mention violence. Yep so now you know.
Kadaj is a maniacal little Bi-polar bastard, and poor Gen is on the receiving end.
Just want to say THANK YOU ALEX! For helping to bring this story to life and a huge thank you for the beta.
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The beautiful, resplendent boy sat motionless, arms resting against drawn up knees, on the lush, moist ground, his mind locked in deep contemplation. He pouted sullenly, leaning against moss covered rocks, not caring about the dampness seeping into his leathers.
Between luminous, silvery locks, he sourly peered out over the large pond set deep inside the glowing forest. The radiance from the trees caused the teen's hair to shine brightly in a bluish silver hue; an angel from another realm to any mortal onlooker. Pure, innocent, alluring and majestic to behold.
The mirrored images of the ghostly trees were a stark contrast to the black, glassy surface of the still waters. Kadaj haphazardly collected the pebbles that lay within his reach and hurled them one at a time, into the dark lake. Dejecting he watched the ever expanding ripples make their way to the water's edge, shattering the vivid illusion of the perfectly reflected replica.
To say the angel was vexed was an understatement. Things had taken a serious deviation from the permissible set course, and his clear vision of the future and the part he and his brothers were suppose to play, blurred into an unknown fearful fog. There were now too many variables, too many unknown factors, too many things could go wrong, there was no sense to this new course.
The soft, comforting feminine voice in his head had faltered: mother overcome by him, the one who claimed to be their father. Her voice stilled the moment his came forth. Kadaj had tried to deny the silver wraith and call back the reassuring sound of his only known pretence parent, but she remained silent. Now he wondered who was the one with the real power, mother had failed them.
Sephiroth….father….the puppeteer….the original copy…..whatever the hell you wanted to call him, was the one who spoke to him now. He demanded their submission in all things, and the unbearable pain that followed his threats, enforced his will.
As his ethereal image materialized, the silver trio stood motionless, emerald eyes darting to one another with uncertainty and fear, and his sudden, cruel grip on their minds left them mentally crushed. Bitterly, the three boys lowered their heads and knelt before him in tears of pain. There was no escaping the brain ripping agony that he could evoke in them, the wraith of Sephiroth was nowhere in the flesh, yet he was everywhere around them. They could not defy his onslaught and so they knelt, resentfully accepting their new oppressor. When he had them willing and compliant, he left them, content that they would carry out his commands.
Sephiroth's orders had been explicit, find this being, this human, and prepare him for their tormentors return. For a reason that Kadaj couldn't fathom, this person was important to Father. Which made the youngest instantly want to cause him harm, it was his only way to mildly defy Sephiroth without drawing the warlords attention or wrath.
The young remnant came to the decision that he would do this part alone, he wanted to keep his brothers as far away as possible from their new master and his volatile temper. If they were not with him and this little endeavour failed, then hopefully, they wouldn't be punished.
Loz was faltering under the deviation already, his juvenile mind not understanding or accepting the change readily and Kadaj was struggling to keep his small family together. Yazoo had just withdrawn even further into himself, but was still just as dedicated, even if their reasons for being had changed.
They looked to Kadaj for guidance now more then ever before, but he really had as much idea as they as to why this was happening and where it would lead them. So the young leader strongly maintained the confident attitude that was needed, just for them, even though he was almost lost inside.
It was late afternoon and time to leave if he was going to get this over and done with. Taking a final look out across the dark, rippling pool, the angelic being gave a deep sigh and picked himself slowly up off the moss-covered ground.
"The game begins then." he growled to himself, and the one that ruled.
Pivoting on his heel, black leather coat flapping at his ankles, the boy strode purposely towards the bike. As his leg rose over the seat, nimble fingers reached for the ignition, starting it before he was even fully seated. And as he fell into position, his strong frame held by small but clearly defined muscles that tensed in anticipation, his fist clenched around the throttle and he was gone in the next second.
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Does one dream in an induced coma? Do they really hear the voices of those around them? The auburn haired SOLDIER hooked up to a multitude of wires knew the answer to that question. He had always heard their muted tones, the schemes they had planned for his body. His days blurred into a long timeline of nothingness, without pause or clarity, without meaning. His past life experiences were un-obtainable, they seemed to linger just outside his grasp, who had he been? Were there family members somewhere that wondered about his absence, was he missed, even loved?
His constant companion was the unvarying droning sound of the machines that kept him comatose, kept him alive, fed him the drugs that prevented his memories from returning and his thoughts from converging together to form anything rational. He was left with a vague sense of awareness of the goings on around him, the rest was an unending limbo.
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Kadaj sat on his bike hidden within the forests edge studying the hidden entrance to this underground lab from afar. The people leaving seemed too absorbed in their own affairs to bother with onlookers and the silver boy just bided his time, awaiting darkness when the complex would be almost deserted.
Biting on an offensive fingernail that had decided to split; he squinted his jade eyes and looked to the setting sun judging that there was only about half an hour left of light.
Time to prepare, Souba….guns….knives, check. 'Ok, lets play,' he thought.
Letting out an almost bored sigh, he gave the beautiful sunset a almost uninterested final once over and dismounted. Adjusting his gear for better comfort, he watched the last of the vehicles leave the secured gate and crept down the embankment.
'This fuckhead had better be something special,' he thought to himself.
The stealthy boy crept up to the electric fence, vaulting over with little effort. 'Humans had such limitations, how on Gaia did they survive with their miniscule abilities?' It was beyond him, as he targeted his first victim. The supposedly alert guard at the door never even saw him coming as he hit the ground in a heap, the black handle of Kadaj's throwing knife embedded to its hilt in the man's jugular.
The silver teen lent down, watching remorselessly as the dull eyes of the sentry rolled back. Making sure the life had left him, Kadaj sliced the knife out through the front of the guy's throat.
The young leader continued to watch as the air that remained inside the guards lungs gurgled out of the exposed windpipe, accompanied by a gush of dark-red liquid that quickly pooled around the body. Then without a second thought of the lifeless form that was only seconds ago a living, breathing and probably happy individual, Kadaj wiped his knife clean on the uniform and snatched the ID off the body.
He stood motionless, only his keen green eyes roving, he studied the doorway for any indications of alarms as he absently replaced the knife in its sheath strapped to his thigh. It all looked simple and straight forward, nobody ever broke into the labs. He had heard stories of things trying to get out though, many strange and menacing things.
Kadaj stepped over the dead guard and swiftly ran the ID through the slot, quickly jumping back, gun drawn and pointing as the door clicked opened, and greatly relieved that none of the visions he had concocted up in his mind jumped through the doorway to scare the shit out of him.
The silver cherub relaxed slightly, putting away the gun in favour of his beloved Souba, bringing it forth and levelling it out in front as he moved inside, quickly checking both directions of the long corridor before him. Alert, poised, ready for whatever was foolish enough to come his way, he stared down the long hall.
Overhead lights hummed and flickered in the distance to the right but there was no one, nothingness greeted him and the boy concentrated on the pull he was feeling inside his head.
"Right it is then asshole," he growled and he made his way quickly into the depths of this sterile smelling facility.
It took all of 6 minutes, three dead guards and two scientists that were in the wrong place at the wrong time, before Kadaj was staring down at a naked figure laying on what looked like a cross between a bed and an examination table. A tangle of tubes ran from a multitude of machines into the man, all humming and droning away; the only signs of life.
Kadaj stared at the being; striking copper hair framed a flawless porcelain complexion. He would no doubt be tall, his defined muscles clearly showing where his talents lie. This man was trained, in what, and with what Kadaj couldn't say, but he was curious to find out. His pre-empted hate of the male temporarily forgotten as he studied the man closer, taking in and memorising every inch of the enticing form, then he remembered why he was here and loathing instantly returned.
"So asshole, why the hell would he want you?" murmured the boy.
He lifted his arm and ran Souba through all the tubes leading into various locations of the man's body, watching as the screens all simultaneously flat lined.
"Are you really dead," he sniggered…"No, such a pity." he muttered feigning sadness, leaning in till his mouth hovered just over the redheads to see if there was any reaction. None! Why did he have the impression the man would instantly wake up on his arrival anyway? Because he simply didn't feel like going too far out of his way for this being, and carrying the guy home was going way-out of his way as far as he was concerned. Kadaj sighed in irritation and straightened, biting on his bottom lip in thought.
He decided to try a little less tact, quickly backhanding the guy with a stinging swipe across his face. The red head whipped to the side, a spray of auburn silk tresses whirled up covering his face but there was nothing. "FUCK!…Just fucking great." he snapped.
Then the memory of how great pain was as a stimulant, popped into his head.
"OK, lets try this then, shall we?"
One by one he grabbed at the tubes he had cut that led to the man's body, pulling hard but slow. Wether they were attached to the redhead by adhesives or needles he didn't care. The only thing that mattered was with each pull, it would either sting like a bitch, or hurt like a motherfucker.
Kadaj's frustration was growing, he was down to the last torment. Wrapping the rubber tube around his fist, he tugged slowly, watching the skin stretch painfully out towards him before the strain became too much and the needle tore free, but to his great disappointment, there was no reaction from the man.
As the blood dripped to the floor from the many needle holes that were now vacant, Kadaj irritably looked down at the prone, still form.
"You know, you're a real disappointment right from the start," he growled. "Guess I'm carrying your sorry ass out of here." he grumble to the unconscious figure.
The silver boy unceremoniously hauled the naked, bloodied redhead over his shoulder, grunting with the effort, he was heavier then first expected, and he started for the exit.
"This would be a whole lot easier if you could walk you useless waste of space," he whined.
What was he good for anyway? What could he do that Daj couldn't? He wasn't needed and the boy was so tempted to drop him here and put the heel of his boot into the fuckers temple, but he dared not….yet.
The silver cherub suddenly stopped in alarm, he heard something back the way he came and as he swung round he drew the gun on his hip levelling it down the hallway. It sounded like moaning. Had he left someone alive? How careless of him. Then he heard it behind him again. Turning around quickly the other way, he saw no one, then he realised it came from his passenger.
"Oh is that you." he smirked at the reviving man. "About fucking time," and Kadaj threw the heavy form with a thud to the floor.
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The last seven years of Genesis Rhapsodos' life had been stolen from him! And for what? So that he could end up in a lab, in an unending haze of pain while being experimented on. Time had blurred for the auburn angel and he no longer recognized the sensation known as time: only a single point in space.
Awhile ago, (When? Who cared?) he had fallen into a drug induced stupor and until just now, stayed in a state of suspended animation. There wasn't a part of him that didn't ached and he was weak, chillingly weak. But clarity was slowly returning. Somewhere outside his body he heard a sound. A pained moan. It took him a moment to realize he was the one making the noise.
Opening his eyes was a struggle, however, when he did manage to force the heavy lids apart, the first thing he saw was silver. Silver silk.
"Sephiroth," he uttered, saying a thank you to Gaia that his lover had returned and rescued him from his living Hell.
It wasn't until he hit the ground that he remembered that Sephiroth was dead, and he had been left to rot by his ex-lover.
It was Seph who was responsible for his imprisonment in the first place. Then a voice came from a body that was under the vale of silver hair. It wasn't the silver general returned from the grave.
The SOLDIER struggled to his feat. "Who are you? And where are we?" his voice was shaky, devoid of emotion.
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Kadaj fumed at the whispered name from the redhead's lips….Sephiroth! He studied the man from between his long fringe, young jaw muscles clenching and unclenching in infuriation at the mistake in identity. The effect caused his breath to come in a strained, slow pant and his chest and shoulders to heave in the effort to contain his anger. And as the crimson one stood to his impressive height and enquired who the teen was, Kadaj thought it only fair to let him have it. Lightning quick he whirled in a tight 360, kicking the dazed man's legs out from under him and watched as he crashed to the concrete floor.
The confused redhead gasped, trying to get oxygen back into his lungs after having the wind knocked out of him. 'That's better,' thought the silver teen, he preferred the look of pain on that smug face.
"I think I'll ask the questions if you don't mind?" sneered the boy.
Kadaj crouched down beside the naked man struggling to breath. "So…who the hell are you, and what good are you for?" He forcefully pushed at the side of the copper head impatiently waiting for a reply, glaring hard from between his curtain of silver.
"You don't seem that impressive, I was expecting…let's just say…something much more." mocked the boy.
Silence greeted him, 'was this thing purposely ignoring him?'
Daj roughly slapped the back of the red mane, jolting the head forcibly forward. "Are you listening to me you ignorant fucker?" he yelled. "I said who the fuck are you?"
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'Pain, why Goddess was he always subjected to pain. Why did she heal him of the degradation if all she had meant for him to do was suffer.'
Genesis shook his head, trying to clear it of the fuzz, then he opened his eyes, and Kadaj could clearly see the glowing-blue, Mako enriched orbs. Gen regained his composure, and locked his gaze with cat-slits, which were the same as one's he used to know, one's he had loved so long ago.
Ignoring the sharp stings for the moment, Genesis slowly and with effort, pushed himself to his feet again, a look of grim determination set on his beautiful face. "SOLDIER 1st Class, General Genesis Rhapsodos." he spat the answer through clinched teeth. "And again, you are?"
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Kadaj followed the standing movement of the red head and sniggered at the formal introduction. Even though he was a head shorter then the man, the young silver retained the image in his own mind that he was by far the superior one. "Well…EX-SOLDIER Genesis. Your just excess baggage as far as I'm concerned." He backed away from the man a few paces, pointing the gun at the man's head.
"And right now…I'd love an excuse to blow your fucking head apart…please?" he smiled menacingly at the unwanted thing in front of him.
"Just one little excuse…come-on…I'm not asking too much of you, am I ?" he taunted the redhead.
Suddenly, Kadaj doubled over in agony, grabbing his head as a small groan escaped his lips almost causing him to drop the gun. The voice boomed inside his mind, instantly causing a rush of pain to envelope him completely, before quickly subsiding.
Kadaj slowly straightened, testing for any indication of further torture from Sephiroth. 'So killing the red head was definitely out of the question, well, he could have just said so.' thought Kadaj cynically.
Now understanding the importance of the man to their so called father a little better, he stood there slightly shaking and trying to regain his composure as he stared at the newcomer with loathing.
"I'm warning you now, I don't know why he wants you, and frankly I don't give a flying fuck….but if you cross me, I'll fuck you sideways" he growled out.
"There's 4 dead guards…pick one and take his clothes, we have to get out of here. Hurry up," and Daj turned to leave while the last of the pain induced effects wore off, and slightly staggered towards the exit.
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It was when Kadaj crumpled that a half smirk appeared, one that only touched a single side of the corners of his lips. The little prick had that one coming.
"Hump" Genesis snorted as he relieved one of the guards of his attire. Though a little on the shredded and bloodied side, the clothes were still better then letting it flap in the breeze so he slipped into the uniform.
The auburn angel was still sluggish, and that made things slow, but he was trying his damnedest. He didn't want to be in the labs anymore, and if it took a loud-mouthed, bratty teen to rescue him…well, he wasn't going to look a gift chocobo in the beak.
Once dressed, Genesis followed behind the youth until they were out of the complex. The sun was setting, casting a beautiful pink and yellow hue across the sky. It was the most amazing sight Genesis had seen in a very long time. And with a scattering of clouds on the horizon, it was all the soldier needed to spark his imagination. Taking gulps of pure air, the angel envisioned himself gliding through that sky, wing spread afar, escaping the world that abhorred him.
Finally tearing his gaze from the quickly darkening purple above, his focus went back to the youth. Just looking at the boy sent a tingle of rage through him, especially after the kick, and having a gun aimed at his head. Genesis, known for his infamous power of insult, ignored the gut feeling telling him to shut up.
"I'm not sure who this 'he' is, that you're talking about, but I am curious to know how it is that I am being saved by a miniaturized version of the bastard of all bastards, Sephiroth. You're like a miniature Pincher…Actually, a Chihuahua. A lot of bark, no bite. "
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The Silver boy whirled around to face this imbecile that spoke to him so. Quickly he stormed back to stand before the idiot. Raising himself up on his toes, he stood nose to chin with the man, intently looking up into the depths of those Mako enhanced orbs. The electrified blue hue was something Daj had never seen before on a human-being and although the colour was fascinating, he imagined what they would look like as they glazed over in death.
A slow eerie smile spread over his lips at the thought of this annoying fucker dying.
"I guess brains weren't a major factor in being a so called 'SOLDIER 1ST Class' then." he scoffed. "Or have you suddenly dropped in IQ while asleep all this time?" He didn't question how he knew Genesis had been sleeping, he just figured it was one of those little knowledge's he got from Father
He dropped his head to the side scrutinising the sneering warrior in front of him and decided he liked mouthing off at Sephy's little toy, yes he liked it a lot. "The fact that I am saving you should tell you to shut the fuck up and do as I tell you, and as for the 'bastard of all bastards' …well I guess you can just ask him yourself can't you." Daj turned again and made his way over to his beloved bike expecting that to be the end of the argument.
"Move your fucking ass before I leave it here!" he insolently yelled back.
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Genesis' eyes narrowed at the brat and his lips twisted into a scowl. He had already had enough of the teen. Not even Sephiroth had been this overbearing.
Genesis held up one hand and waived, "Alright kid, thanks for getting me out of there" he grinned evilly, slightly staggering before righting himself, "But...fucking leave me. I've already had enough of your shit, and besides, I have my own form of transportation."
Genesis only had to concentrate for a moment before his large, feathery, angelic black wing shred through the back of his newly acquired shirt. He spread his appendage to full length, and with great derision directed at the brat he quoted.
"Though the morrow is barren of promise, nothing shall forestall my return." And with that, he gave the shocked boy a lofty look and took to the sky, though very awkwardly due to the drugs still in his system. Genesis refrained from flying too high nor did he try too fly fast. He knew he would have to land soon. But not before getting a good distance away from the psycho child.
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The silver boy's eyes shot wide in astonishment and his mouth hung agape at the sight of the wing unfurl. 'Holyfuckinghell….Thanks for the heads-up on that little bit of classified information, daddy dearest.' he thought.
As the bird-slash-man, took off, Daj could only sit and watch in absolute fascination until his brain registered the fact that the bastard was actually getting away. Sephiroth would be furious if he lost him.
Instantly the boy vaulted off his bike and ran at full speed in the same direction as the Ex-soldier, glancing from the rough dubious terrain he was sprinting over to the fleeing man in the sky.
He came to the base of rocky outcrop and without hesitation, leapt up the steep side to the top. Quickly he scanned the sky, gleefully finding the fugitive within firing distance.
Kadaj didn't hesitate, he levelled the gun at the flying figure, aiming at the mans wing and pulled the trigger. There was a ear shattering bang as the bullet left the barrel, its course was true and Kadaj had to smirk as he herd the *thwack* of the impact as bullet met with flesh.
Kadaj yelled triumphantly, "HA…..see how well you fly now you fucker." Sniggering as he saw the figure lurch to the side and flail about trying to maintain altitude.
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Burning agony swept through Genesis' back. He screamed out his pain. He realized he was falling, heading straight for the ground, the bullet had lodged deep into the joint of where feathers met flesh, rendering his wing incapable.
He hit the ground hard and with an audible grunt, rolled a few times as his ineffective wing enfolded its self around him.
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Kadaj ran flat out through the underbrush searching for the fallen one. Hearing the commotion ahead, he increased his pace, bursting through the trees to stand over the struggling figure.
Panting rapidly from his run, he glared venomously down at the man.
The auburn warriors upper body was smeared in blood, and hot tears rolled down his cheeks. Genesis had the soul of a poet, he was not afraid to cry.
His gaze turned up to the boy. "W-why?" he asked, tone laced with sorrow. "W-what do you want?"
The silver cherub smiled down at the weeping figure, feeling with every fibre of his being the superior one of the two. "Not so fucking cocky now are you?" he spat.
Lifting his knee up high, Kadaj drove the heel of his boot down into the bleeding wound and revelled in the roar of pain that tore from the auburn winged angel. "Now…..I'm going to say this real slow, so someone of your intelligence can understand it, ok. DO..…AS…I…FUCKING…TELL…YOU." he growled out as he twisted his heel round inside the bullet hole with every word spoken, the screams from the suffering redhead were long and unfaltering.
Content for the moment due to his maltreatment of the birdman, the youth removed his bloodied boot from between the freckle-dusted shoulder blades. He studied the SOLDIER in a new light, contemplating the possibilities of the wing. This couldn't be the reason why their dictator wanted him, it was too minor a thing.
The mans inability to stand up to the teen had been well noticed by the boy, Kadaj was putting it down to his supremacy over the individual. Even though the angel was still heavily affected by the drugs, Kadaj didn't want to take that into consideration, he was better, that's all that mattered.
The silver youth crouched beside the man, driving his knee into the sensitive kidneys as he lowered himself down, and grabbing a handful of copper silk, he ground Genesis' face into the dirt and held him there.
He fished around in the pockets of his suit pants, going from one to the other. "I know I have it somewhere," he absently said. "Ah, stop looking, I found it." he beamed, bringing the flick-knife up to Genesis' face. "See!" With a quick flick of his wrist, the knife sprung open from its sheath.
Beaming behind the cherubs back, the little masochist sniggered. "Now don't move or this will cause more damage." and lining up the razor sharp point, he drove the blade deeply into the bullet hole, twisting and turning knowing full well the pain it would be causing the winged one until he heard the scrape of metal against metal.
"There it is." he smiled. And driving down just a little deeper he scooped the bullet out and flicked it to the side.
Genesis' scream could probably have been heard for miles. And unfortunately, due to all the Mako enhancements, the ex-SOLDIER wasn't even allowed the grace to black out from pain. Again the red warrior was questioning his goddess' motivations for healing him and keeping him alive. Had he merely been born to suffer. And then one wonders why he sought the planet's destruction at one point in time.
"Now…where were we?" chirped the silver teen, tapping the blade on the ex-soldiers butt and cleaning it off at the same time. "Oh that's right…you were coming with me." he grinned at the pale look on the fuckers face that lay on the ground.
The crazy, sadistic little bastard was finished removing the lead in his back, Genesis lay trembling on the ground. His throat was raw from screaming, his eyes puffy from tears. The man had lost all colour, and was now a sickly, ashen-grey tone. But he had no trouble hearing the smug little bastard.
"Now…if you want to try and run for it, I'll be only to happy to put a bullet in your legs as well….Hmmmmmmm." Kadaj lightly drove the point of the knife into certain areas of Gen's legs in emphasis of where he would shoot him and raised his eyebrows in question. The redhead voiced no objections so the boy grabbed a fistful of auburn tresses and stood.
As the brat yanked him to his feet by his hair, Genesis put up no resistance. He stumbled and hobbled behind the twisted, silver-haired freak in silence.
This was all too much for Gen, It had been nothing but…..well nothing, for the last how many years? Now his senses were being shocked, beaten into service within a an hour, his mind still not fully comprehending what was going on.
The wound the young boy had put in his back stopped Gen from being able to retract the black feathered appendage, so it hung limply behind him, dragging the ground.
Again there was no protest when Kadaj ordered him onto the back of the bike when they finally reached it. Genesis merely wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, rested an exhausted cheek against a black, leather-clad back, and held on as tight as he could.
The youngest kicked the bike to life, noticing out of the corner of his eye, the limp wing hanging on the ground. He smiled cruelly at the sight hoping it hurt like a motherfucker, and sped off in the direction of home.
He felt the shudders of the ex-soldier as he pushed the bike to break-neck speed, chuckling at the mans efforts to keep the sore appendage from dragging on the road. 'To bad if…'the bastard of all bastards' had plans for it.' the thought amused him. Kadaj wondered again at what was awaiting the winged one, what would he himself do with the man? 'Stab him,' entered his thoughts before he could stop it.
It wasn't long before the silver boy and his unwanted passenger entered the soft glow of his forest, finally he slowed a little, re-assured by the familiar sight of the eerie trees. Daj gruffly shrugged off the form that was leaning against him, fatigued with blood loss.
"Get the fuck off me." snapped the irritated teen, giving a vicious glare back at the weary looking male.
Finally, he arrived home. The sight of the shell shaped structure gave him an overwhelming sense of relief as he purposely pulled the bike to an abrupt halt, again content with the groan of pain from his passenger. The silver teen swung a leg over the front and slid off the powerful bike, and without a word of explanation…grabbed hold of the limp, injured wing and dragged the man forcefully from the motor cycle and into their lair. Did he know how much it would hurt? He had an idea, why else would he do it?
Both brothers looked up as Daj and his new…friend entered, their shocked faces causing the boy to inwardly smile in delight. They didn't even know he had gone to retrieve the winged freak?
Yazoo quickly stood, and met them halfway across the common room floor staring at the redhead, they were eye level to each other but the redhead was slouching slightly. The youngest silver could easily see the astonishment in his siblings eyes, along with a few other emotions that Yazoo usually kept masked from his face.
"Kadaj, you're bringing home strays now?" sneered the pretty one.
Daj let go of the wing, watching with amusement as it dropped limply to the floor, and went to the fridge, leaving the two men staring at one another in the centre of the room.
He opened the door and pulled out a bottle of ale, twisted the lid and throwing his head back, sculled the entire contents in one go, his eyes though remained fixed on the two having a Mexican standoff.
"That!" he said as he finished off the drink. "Is what Sephiroth wants, nothing of worth, just an EX-want-to-be…from a time long forgotten." he scoffed.
By now his oldest had come to stand beside the slightly swaying, bloodied figure to add to the intimidation of Yazoo.
"Can we play with him then?" queried the burley boy. Kadaj smiled at the thought, "Maybe Loz, just watch him for me will you? I need to shower and get his blood off me." Daj moved in beside his brothers, all three sending the slouched red death glares.
The smallest glared menacingly up into those blue orbs, "If he so much as bats an eyelid Loz…Zap the son of a bitch." He held the look, letting the SOLDIER know he was serious.
Kadaj turned and started for the stairs, he was halfway up when suddenly he herd the crackle of Loz's Duel Hound and a startled yelp. Daj spun round to see the redhead fall to the floor, giving Loz a startled, questioning look.
"Loz…what the fuck?" yelled the teen.
The muscled youth shrugged his shoulders and held out his hands, palms up in question…"What…he blinked, Daj." was the innocent reply.