OK, this was made a very long time ago after I had watched the movies and read a few fan-fict's on this site. I finally decided, 'I've signed up for the site, why not post something finally...'; so, I went back into some of my old files and found this sitting there.

Basis of the story is that Yazoo is the last one alive - to his belief - and he decides that it is best that he join his brothers in the life-stream, this way they - or he - are not alone there any more.

I do not own Final Fantasy VII or their respective characters mentioned within this short and brief poem/story; all rights are reserved by SQUARESOFT and their respective companies. I only wrote the story out of love for the characters and for the amazing work the creators have done.

Thank you and enjoy!

It just felt right…

The feeling of it lightly touching the side of his head through his silver hair, 'This is for the best, it all makes since'

They were all gone…

His brothers…

His so called Mother…

His heart…

All of it; gone.

He didn't know where else to go, except for here. He smiled at the irony of it all; that so called brother that he had fought, he took it all away. Was he even still alive? He couldn't even be sure of that. He was the only one left…

Beaten.

Forgotten.

Dying.

He gently placed his finger in the hole, knowing this was the last place it would ever go, and thought about everything that he had gone through within the last year.

He and his brothers stranded, lost, forgotten to the wilderness of the land.

A mother that just suddenly reappears to call on them, the madness of this mother that enveloped his youngest brother to death…

What irony.

What irony, indeed.

CLICK!

The sound made him flinch, just barely. He thought he had it loaded… He pulled the silver metal from his head and looked at it. Had it ever run out? Hadn't it always been full? He didn't remember it running out on him before… So, why now? Why does it decide now, when all his hopes and life is gone, to run out on him.

He laughed again.

The irony.

He noticed something then, what resemblance he now had to this object of destruction in his hand.

Here he sat, in the middle of a dead and silenced battlefield: Empty.

His life was now… empty. He had never run out of energy – Never! But, here he sat, too tired to move, too tired to speak. Just plain too tired.

He couldn't remember even being this ran down.

This ragged.

This… Empty.

He chuckled again.

Irony.

Just plain and simple irony…

Could it be any uglier?

Could it be any simpler?

He realized for once that he was a fool in life. He realized that all the fooling around that he had done with his brothers, for his brothers, he had thrown away his own chance at life. He had destroyed what bit of hopeful threads of love he could have received from so many people; what a fool.

Soft… Smooth…

What is that… feeling on my face?

He looked behind him to see two battered and damaged figures standing there, the bigger holding the smaller up. They both smiled at him and tried to smooth his silver hair out of his face to make sure he could get a clear view of them. They both had silver hair, just like him…

They were still alive!

Here he was, ready to end everything. Ready to join his brothers in the life after all things…

And they were still alive.

Irony…

Cold…

Cruel…

Beautiful…

Irony.

At long last… He smiled.

So, there we are folks! Please let me know what you think... Or you don't have to, totally up to you - not going to do the whole "See that Review button? Feed it pws!", it's totally your free choice... Anyways, yeah, THANKS again and enjoy!