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Well I finally updated, I've been writing tidbits at school and I have finally pieced them together to form the second chapter. Isn't everyone excited? I tried to give Yazoo more personality in this one but I don't think that it came out the way I want it to…

Chapter Two:

Reflections

When Yazoo first woke up he had forgotten where he was. The comfortable bed seemed unfamiliar along with the pictures on the wall and scattered along any of the horizontal surfaces… Where was he again? Oh yeah, at Cloud's. That would have normally been the last place he'd want to be, but the bed was just too tempting to surrender. He wondered again if he was still dreaming, but he knew better than to break a happy illusion if that's what indeed it was.

He sat up again with a feeling of déjà vu, remembering that same scent of tea beside the bed. He gracelessly jolted up and fell off the bed with a loud thud. He was tempted to cry out when he painfully landed on his still healing ribs but he quickly silenced himself while he was inwardly yelling at the bed for being so high off the ground.

He heard several footsteps barreling up the hardwood stairway but before he could get his dazed mind to react and get back in bed as if nothing had happened proved to be a failed attempted at best. He sighed as he heard the door open expecting to see Cloud appear in the doorway. Much to his surprise he saw the two children… Well specifically saw one of them, the other, a young girl with long brown hair, stood warily behind the young boy. She had her hands balled into tight fists clenching the boy's t- shirt.

"Did you fall out of bed?" The boy asked. Yazoo almost had the mind to tell him that he didn't, but why lie? It seemed rather obvious that he had, he could just be cool and say that he liked chillin' out on the floor. But he didn't think that would pass the young boy's expectations. He simply nodded in response.

The young girl behind him giggled a little. The boy smiled and cautiously walked in and held out his hand. Yazoo took it and hoisted himself up, not using the boy's arm for any support for he would have surely just ended up pulling him down to join him on the ground.

A few minutes of awkward moments had passed and the group reintroduced themselves saying that it was the best way to really get to know each other.

"I guess we're starting over…" Yazoo said quietly. Cloud nodded offering the silver- haired man breakfast, which consisted of either eggs and toast or pancakes. The children themselves greedily accepted pancakes, dousing them with syrup while Cloud and Tifa discussed the next delivery. Yazoo grabbed himself a plate as was suggested by the children and helped himself to a mouthful of pancakes.

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It had taken a few weeks for Yazoo to recuperate but Cloud and the others were more than hospitable. His broken ribs had healed and his many cuts had closed; yet he still looked like a living piñata with all of his bruises. The one forming around his left eye was most attractive.

Yazoo soon found out that the little family at 7th Heaven wasn't as perfect as they appeared to be. Cloud would often leave to make his deliveries on his motorbike Fenrir, leaving Tifa and the children alone with Yazoo. They had been wary at first, which in turn made Yazoo feel really bad.

Sometimes Cloud would only be gone for a few hours or days, while other times the blonde would be gone for weeks or even a month! It all depended on where he was going and what exactly he was delivering. Yazoo was amazed that Cloud would leave his family alone for so long, but then again, he had seen Tifa fight… It wasn't like she couldn't hold her own in battle.

The days seemed peaceful now, even for Yazoo. It seemed like the stress came about less often and the headaches that so aggravated him disappeared.

Marlene still avoided him in a subtle way, but then again it was her very right to do so. He found out that it was a group of children and a few adults who had come and rescued him from grave under the Shin- Ra tower. One of them was Denzel, the little brown haired boy that Cloud had taken under his wing. There was Tifa and the other members of AVALANCHE too that often came to visit 7th heaven. When he got better he offered to help with cleaning and bartending.

He sighed as he continued to scrub the glasses with utmost efficiency. Over the past few weeks Yazoo had had a complete turnabout in his life. One moment he was on a search to find Mother, the next he was living with the family and helping out when the bar got really busy. He had been reduced from a warrior with a purpose to a dishwasher who pondered a lot.

For all of his existence, or at least for the six months that he had realized about his existence, he had searched for Mother with Loz and Kadaj. At that time he would have given his life for the cause, even though he had a feeling that it wouldn't be a success. Though he still often caught himself unconsciously thinking about the past situation every now and then. It seemed there was a bond that he and Mother shared (considering that's somewhat hard to believe since he never met the women…) regardless of whether or not he had any of her cells….

He really needed to stop thinking about her, especially since she took Kadaj away, leaving only himself and Loz alone in the world. But now that he thought about it (even in his thoughts he thought about thinking…. Does that make sense?) He wasn't alone. He had the others now and wherever Loz was he was sure that he was better off than if they had succeeded with Mother's plans.

Yazoo shoved his hands into the warm water relishing the tingle it left on his skin. The customers seemed to increase now that the terror he and his brothers caused, was over. There were a certain few who when they looked at him glared at him with hate filled eyes that Yazoo almost felt afraid. But you see, he wasn't… He was just unnerved with their stares and dirty looks so he just decided to continue washing dishes.

Armed with a sponge and drying cloth, he was ready to do some serious battle with the dishes. He scrubbed viciously around the outside and on the inside to rid the poor glass of that disgusting smell of booze. He loaded heavily on dish soap the help with the smell and though it helped with the glasses, the scent of alcohol stained his hands. It was then when he really felt sorry for Tifa for having to scrub these dishes. He was happily content for the most part… Well almost.

He finished with a loud, exasperated sigh and dried off his hands. Reaching behind his hair, he untied his ponytail and let loose his silver hair. It seemed that the color of his hair and the glow of his eyes were what made him stand out so much in the crowd and were partially to blame for. Were his hair and eyes that similar to the Great Sephiroth's? His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a loud and obnoxious voice that seemed rather familiar, but he couldn't quite place where he had heard it from. It was then when he remembered.

"It's that guy from Kadaj's gang!" Only it didn't really sound like that. It seemed more ominous now that the entire herd of customers stopped talking and it grew eerily quiet. The red head covered his mouth not realizing that he had made his comment to his bald companion that loud. Yes, it was then Yazoo remembered whose voice it was…

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Well let me know what you guys think. This was originally going to be a one-shot but it kind of escalated from there and the ideas just came to me. My problem is that it doesn't come all at once and in order… It's usually in little bits that come and go once and a while. So anyways, please review and if you're still interested in the story check in for the next chapter. I hope to finish another one before the end of November… But we'll see. If I don't update before Thanksgiving I wish you a happy holiday!