A/N: Well here is the second chapter of this story. This chapter is dedicated to Playedthebeamoflight, seduction, crazymonkey101 thanks you guys for reviewing my story. Of course there is a big thanks to Alex and Wayne for supporting me so much and getting me into writing. So if you hate blame those two it's their fault. Well any way I hope you enjoy the story.

The first set of italics is a letter and the second set is a sort of flashback if you get me.

Yazoo groaned as the sun light shone through the thin drawn curtains and on to his face, grumbling he turned over and faced the other side. Cursing at not being able to get back asleep, he lifted his head off the pillow to look at the clock before flopping back down again. After a minute or so he realised that something was not quite right, looking back at the clock he was surprised and confused to see that it was 2:15. Sitting up he wondered how the hell he managed to sleep in so late, he was usually the first one up out of his brothers or if he did over sleep he would be woken up by one of his brothers or both of them arguing over something pointless.

After getting up he put on the same t-shirt and jeans he had worn the day before and made his way toward the bathroom. Glancing up at the mirror, I look at mess,he thought before splashing some water across his face and grabbing the hair brush the sat on the side of the bath. Sitting on the side of the bath he started the long gruelling job of getting the tangles out of his hair.

Half an hour later, after deciding that he really needed to get his hair cut, he put the hair brush back down on the side of the bath and made his way downstairs. It suddenly hit him that the house was unbearably quiet and he wondered why his brothers were not being their usual noisy selves. He also noticed that there was no smell wafting from the kitchen which was nearly as strange as the fact Loz was always cooking, mainly because both Loz and Kadaj were constantly hungry but also because Loz found cooking relaxing.

By the time he had gotten to the bottom o the stairs Yazoo had came to the conclusion that his brothers were out and he was to spend the day in the house alone again. Making his way into the kitchen, he switched on the radio to get rid of the sickening silence that hung through out the house, before collecting a pan filling it with water and boiling it. Once the water he added some noodles to the pan and spun them around lazily until they were cooked, after putting them in a bowl he headed towards the table.

He ate the noodles with particular disinterest and paid attention to the radio which was blurting out country songs. Sighing he pushed away the half eaten noodles and went to turn over the radio station to something more to his taste and preferably something more cheerful than the song that was playing at that moment in time. Before he got to the radio he noticed something from the cover of his eye, something that was usually there. Looking again he realised that it was a piece of paper stuck to the fridge with a magnet. Going over to investigate it he soon gathered that it was a note to him, from Loz. Taking it back to the table he tried to work out what the barely legible note said.

Yazoo.

I'm really sorry that I did not come and wake you this morning before we went out, I wanted to but it looked like you needed to sleep so I left you. I was kind of hoping that you would be awake before we left so I would have a chance to talk to you, but your not up yet and Kadaj is getting very impatient of hanging around doing nothing and is stomping his feet and moaning even as I write to try and get me to hurry up, saying we have too much to do today then to wait around until you decide to wake up, and something about you being able to sleep for so long even though you have not done anything, like we do. Any way he is now yelling at me to hurry up. Right last night, we decided that you would like something more interesting to do than to stare at the walls, we decided as you have not been well lately it would best for you to stay at home, so we came to the conclusion that you might like to do some painting, (maybe you could paint the kitchen and living room, as they are the rooms we use the most). Also we will be home late tonight so I trusting you to have some dinner ready for us when we come home without burning down the house or killing us, ok.

Loz

Sighing, Yazoo put down the piece of paper, scrapping back his chair he began to pace around the kitchen thinking over the note that he had just read, they would be home late again but how late would they be. He had no clue late could mean anything from seven o'clock to well after midnight, so he would have to wait and see. In the corner of the room he noticed the paint that Loz had been talking about, picking them up and putting them on the table, he took off their lids to see the colours they were. Trust Loz to have picked cheerful colours, yellow and green, they did not suit the house. They were too happy for the old falling apart kitchen with its cupboard doors hanging off their hinges, with the strong smell of damp and rust mixed together. The entire kitchen a grey oppressive atmosphere to it, as well as a unloved atmosphere. It reflected how Yazoo felt at this moment in time, alone and nobody to talk to, it would be like this all day, probably most of the night, the next day and the rest of the week.

Hugging himself tightly he dropped his head making his hair flow down in front of his face, shielding it and giving him something to hide behind. Forcing himself not to think of his brothers in hope that the tears forming in his eyes would not fall, Yazoo tried to convince himself that his brothers were only doing this so they could be with mother, so they could be a complete family at last. Mother needed them, she was calling out for them and he could not deny her and he knew that his brothers could not either. He could not be angry at his brothers for leaving him behind as they were only trying to help mother quick as possible. It was for the best. There sooner they got everything sorted the sooner their reunion could be. Smiling to himself he realised that what they were doing was for the best for all of them, including him.

In a wave of enthusiasm, Yazoo decided that Loz had picked the right colours. The house needed to be loved and he was going to make the house look loved. He would start with the kitchen; it would not take too much time or effort to do. All he needed to do was put the cupboard doors back on their hinges and he would paint them green, all the units in the kitchen will be green. Then he would move on to the walls and he would do them yellow, maybe then when the kitchen was bright and cheery the mood would reflex on to him and even maybe just maybe on to Kadaj but Yazoo knew that was being slightly too optimistic. Yazoo left the room in a rush and was back in the matter of seconds with a tool box, he set to work fixing the cupboard doors back to their hinges.

Straightening up and stretching, Yazoo picked himself off the floor now satisfied that all the cupboards were firmly attached to their hinges and moved to get the green paint, he would paint the cupboards first they would trickery to do than the wall but would take less time. Bending down again he began to paint the cupboard with a great amount of speed and enthusiasm, he was determined hat the kitchen would be perfect by the time his brothers got home, that will prove to them he was not a waste of space. He also wanted their home to be perfected or at least a normal family home. After one hour he grabbed for the yellow tin of paint and started painting the walls with the same speed and determination he had used against the cupboards.

Two hours later he stood over the sink washing the paint from the paintbrushes and placing them into the toolbox until he found them a proper home. Turning around to look at the room a smug grin grew across his face, the kitchen looked perfect now that it was full painted, it shone with a new found glory and to top it off he now felt much better than he did when he got up. He could not wait until he saw the look on his brothers faces when they came in, but that would have to wait. He suddenly felt extremely dirty standing in the now gleaming kitchen and when he looked down he found out that he actually was extremely dirty, even parts of his hair were covered in yellow or green paint. He really needed to get a shower.

Water cascaded through Yazoo's long tangled silver hair and down his back. Relaxing he watched the clear water turn a pale green colour as the yellow and green paint flowed out of his hair and mixed together. Sighing in content Yazoo now felt much better and turned his attention to outside the shower cubical, the sun was now setting giving the bathroom a eerie orange glow. It would not be long until it was dark and Yazoo pondered how long it would be until Kadaj and Loz was back, Loz had said they were going to late and he should have dinner prepared so Yazoo assumed for them not to be coming home to around ten at the earliest.

Turning off the water, Yazoo grabbed a fluffy towel and pulled it closely around them. He cursed to himself for painting so carelessly his clothes were covered in paint and there was no way he could put them back on. To his annoyance he then found out that he only had one other set of clean clothes and they were not practical for sitting around the house in. Having no other choice Yazoo pulled on his leather outfit, wishing that he had put the washing on the day before then he would have had a clean pair of clothes that were comfortable to sit around in. Snatching back the hair that lay limply in front of his eyes, he used the discarded towel to get the worst of the water out of his hair before going to the bathroom to brush his hair again.

Yazoo went back down to the kitchen, smiling contently as he looked around the room, extremely pleased with the work he had done. It was not perfect though, it was missing one thing was still missing and that could be easy remedied. Going into the living room Yazoo grab a photo frame from the coffee table. Musing to himself that was the one thing that was always in kitchens a picture of the family that lived there. Well that was he noticed from watching television programmes anyway. Once back in the kitchen he put the frame down by the radio which was still playing country music. Perfect he thought as he smiled down at the photo.

The picture had been taken a year ago. It was of Yazoo and his brothers outside the house they were currently staying in and the sun was shining brightly in the background. There was not a cloud in the sky. Loz was sitting on the small wall in front of the house and there was a gap then Kadaj who was slouching against the wall trying to look cool, they both were laughing manically at Yazoo, who was half lying on Loz' lap and half way through getting up with a stunned look on his face.

Yazoo gave a small laugh as he remembered the day when the photo had been taken.

They had not been in the house long and having a sort out of the junk that had been left behind to see if there was anything useful had been left. Whilst searching the attic Kadaj had come across the camera and the stand that accompanied it. After a while Yazoo had figured out how the camera worked and what all the buttons did. At the beginning they had taken some awful pictures but that steadily gotten better at taking them. It was then Loz had said as sentimental as always that they had not taken a group photo and that it was important that they did. Kadaj jumped in on the bandwagon and said that they should take it outside as it was sunny and it would look better outside anyway. Quickly dismissing the back yard being a good place to take the picture as it was sort of a miniature jungle in its own right that only left the front of the house. After they had moved the front of the house both Kadaj and Loz quickly decided that Yazoo should set up the camera and went to get it to position for the photo. Yazoo quickly fiddle with the buttons as his brothers called for him to hurry up, Yazoo set up the timer before quickly moving to get into the photo. Unfortunately Yazoo failed to notice Kadaj's legs were sticking out and promptly fell over them landing on Loz' lap. Both Kadaj and Loz burst into hysterical laughter and as Yazoo tried to get up the camera flashed and the picture had been taken.

Yazoo smiled to himself, he really liked the photo and it had turned out better than they expected it to. Although it was not the picture that they had planned to take, Yazoo thought it was perfect and in his opinion it showed them for who they really were. It was his family and the two most important people to him in the world. In it Loz was smiling, as always. Loz always smiled and laughed, he was full of energy all the time and tried not to take life too seriously. Kadaj although younger than Loz was a lot more serious and would often from the outside seemed cold but that was not the Kadaj that he knew. The Kadaj, Yazoo knew was every bit as fun loving as Loz and would talk about absolutely anything. Out of the three of them Yazoo was the serious one and was slightly aloof, but he was the one which everything that needed sorting out was left to. Although that was not to say that he did not enjoy life, of course he did, he loved having fun with his brothers, but he was naturally quieter and more serious than his brothers.

Well that was his old family, Yazoo quickly reminded himself. So much had changed in the last year that he barely recognised his brothers as the ones he had a year ago. He missed his old brothers his fun loving brothers and he want them back. He did not want the serious brothers he had now, they no longer had time for fun and they no longer laughed, everything was serious now and both his brothers had a solemn air to them. Sometimes they were so quiet it scared him and when they did talk it was always about mother and what they need to do. They never included him in their conversations and most of the time Yazoo was completely ignored, well Kadaj always ignored him. The way Kadaj treated Yazoo had him cringe. During the last six months Kadaj had lost all patience for him and nearly all their conversations ended up in Kadaj yelling at him but that was simply solved they avoided talking to each other at all costs. Yazoo pondered how long it had been since Kadaj had last spoke to him and worked it out to be roughly three weeks ago since his younger brother had bothered to speak to him, Kadaj always left it to Loz to converse with him, to fill him in what they had done or simply to give him orders. Tears began to spill from Yazoo's eyes. At least Loz took time to speak to him whenever he had the chance to do so, which was swiftly becoming a thing of the past. Kadaj had Loz going out more and for longer, also he had successfully managed to get Loz fully absorbed into finding mother, it was the only find Loz would talk about now. Yazoo felt more and more alone as each day passed by. He no longer had anyone to talk to and felt unbelievably isolated from the two the most important things in his life. His brothers, He wanted his brothers back, he wanted his old life back and he wanted it all back NOW!

BANG! Yazoo startled out of his musings with a jump. Looking around to find where the noise had came from, panicking when he could not find the source of noise, it took him several minutes to realise that the house was completely silent. The radio was no longer playing. Yazoo glanced down at the worktop to find an empty space were the radio used to sit. He suddenly came to his senses and realised that in his brief fit of anger he must have knocked of the radio off, but that was not the only thing wrong, something else wrong but he couldn't figure out what it was. Suddenly clicked and Yazoo fell to his knees with a sharp cry, the worktop was completely empty, he had knocked off the picture too. Picking up the now broken frame off the floor and hugged it tightly to his chest not caring that the shattered glass cut into his hands as he doubled over and tears poured from his eyes. Slowly he pulled the frame away from his chest but held on to it tightly, the picture was now ruined. There were tiny holes in it were the glass had pierced it and now small speckles of blood from Yazoo's hands. Panicking Yazoo quickly got up off the floor. Kadaj as going to kill him, Kadaj loved that picture and would not be happy to know that Yazoo of all people had destroyed it. Yazoo knew that Kadaj would scream at him for this, there would be a full blown argument between them as soon as they were back, Yazoo knew this it was the only thing that could come from it. Kadaj would not be the only person that would be angry either Loz loved that picture too, but unlike Kadaj who would scream at him for breaking it, Loz would just be upset and most likely cry over it especially when he and Kadaj were arguing. Yazoo could not take it, he just could not, and not today the day he was going to prove his brothers that he was useful, that he had some worth. He had ruined everything; all his hard work was ruined. He had to get out of here; he needed to get out, to go somewhere, anywhere, anywhere but here.

Racing through the hall he grabbed his coat and threw it on. Grabbing his keys he flew out the front door the door slamming behind him. He ran towards his bike and drove away as fast as possible not caring about the blustery weather rocking his back, he needed to get away from there as fast as possible.

Well there's another chapter. I hope it was not too painful. Please let me know what you think of the story.