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It was common knowledge in the highest levels as to the reasons why the girls had gone missing, as well as how. President Shinra's first wife had died shortly after his son Rufus' birth. His father eventually remarried, but his second wife...hadn't been well-liked by the people. This was the woman who would bring forth the next two heirs to the family name.

She wasn't a bad woman, by any means. Their Mother hadn't done anything to hurt others. But she had been rather...hard to handle, at times. There were no clear stories, but you know how rumors work. And she wasn't perfect, by any means; it was inevitable that she'd slip up where someone could see, one day. But whatever had managed to leak out into her persona to the masses...it hadn't worked in her favor. So there had been a noticeable backlash upon hearing of her pregnancy. Nobody wanted to accept that the unlikable Queen was now bringing forth new life under Shinra's mantle.

A twinge then, just slightly, in distaste and irritation. The girls had been born well enough-what a surprise when it turned out to be two instead of one! That wasn't when the problems had started. Oh, no. It was after that, after they'd grown a few months in age.

It hadn't been by some surprise assault or attack that the girls had been snatched. No, it had been a covert operation, right out under the nose of Shinra itself. The rebels against Shinra were known for pulling stunts, but this time...it wasn't just a stunt. The plan, and its damage, had been all too real. They had been working and stationed in the company themselves, the ones who had ultimately kidnapped the two babes, passing them on to the underground network of black market resistance.

Following that, their Mother had fallen into a deep melancholy. Although the stories told that they had simply divorced amicably, the truth was that she had been shipped off, to be committed overseas. The loss of her children had taken far too great a toll on her to keep up any sort of public persona or be able to manage a company. It was unknown what had become of her since then. A sad ending to what should've been a crowning, glorious moment in any Mother's life.

That's how it was with humans, right? They took things like birth very seriously. He didn't understand it; after all, he'd been grown with science, not love. Not a woman. Not a Mother.

But now, none of that mattered. Not the tangled history, or a woman's heartache. The criminals had paid their dues in blood, the girls were safe, and not a thing had leaked out to the rest of the world. As per usual, Shinra had been at the top of their game, keeping things steady.

It was now simply a joyous occasion that finally, the full Shinra clan would be reunited. Half of being pure or not-that was a popular argument among the dissenters-the girls were still heirs. And they were alive. The bloodline ran through their veins. Seeing as he was getting on in years, the President wanted to be certain that the company would be in secure hands. He was proud of his son, but the boy didn't need to run Shinra all on his own. These two would be there, as support and backup. It would guarantee the company wouldn't fall to ruin. Two heads are better than one, so why not three? Something like that. That, and it also meant more offspring, to further extend the Shinra family lineage and reach.

Yazoo's gaze softened.

When she'd first been brought to the company headquarters, the male hadn't been prepared for what was in store for him. Based on his impression of Kyra, he'd been so certain that the new face was going to be just as lively and open with them as her. They were related, right? Same father, same mother? That's how it worked-relatives always had something similar to them, something in common that was so obvious on the surface.

Well, somewhat.

The second Princess was on the taller side-taller, and skinnier. She seemed to sway in place at times. Yazoo wondered how much she ate. Like Kyra, her hair was in a darker shade, but hers wasn't as rich in its hue. It was almost...duller, in tone. It seemed to have a greyish sheen to it, although in the lighting a single golden or auburn strand would catch in just that right glow of a moment-which wasn't very often. Then, it was gone. Like it had never existed to begin with.

'Ash brown' was the term he eventually came to describe it as. It was also a bit longer than Kyra's. This girl's hair fell down her back in a knotted mess, past the top of her shoulder blades, and in her face with thick, choppy bangs. They hid the one single feature of hers that was pure and clean.

Her eyes. They were different from Kyra's, to begin with. She had round, warm brown eyes, that were always alight with some sort of interest or other. This girl's eyes were more angled, with a paler iris. Deep circles beneath them only served to lighten them further. Yazoo hadn't been able to tell their color, at first-once their guest had gotten nearer however, he'd finally been able to work out the shade. They were a sort of grey hue, or possibly murky green. One of the two. Nowhere near bright and vivid like his and his brothers. Not welcoming like Kyra's. Why did she look so...

Most of the time, she had her head down, and tried to keep her eyes to the floor. But when he did get glimpses, he couldn't help but stare. Aside from being closer in shade to the other side of the Shinra line, there was nothing abnormal about them. Color alone was not enough to satisfy his interests. No, it was what he saw beyond that; the emotions locked behind her silent, searching gaze.

He hadn't known exactly what those 'emotions' were supposed to represent. But he couldn't deny the skip of his heart-there was something there, something that, even at a younger age, had been dying to come out on the prowl. Back then, he hadn't realized, nor understood how to describe it. The sensation was just a strong rush of adrenaline. Today, he knew it all too well. That desire for prey, predatory mannerisms kicking into overdrive.

However, he was not one to act on impulse or instinct alone; after all, what sort of reward was he really getting out of all this? Surely there had to be more here than just animal instincts and reactions. He wasn't one for wasting his time, either. Kyra had proven herself to be worth something; could this child do the same? If the prey could not handle the chase, or...if the prey was not worth it to chance...he'd rather know about it now than sometime later, when he'd already wasted part of his existence with nonsense.

That was true, even back in his younger years. Adolescent Yazoo had no interest in boredom, and wasn't about to charge out of the gate with arms wide open. She would get the same analysis as Kyra. Would she give him a reason to welcome her into the fold? Into his life?

No matter if he hadn't felt like hunting when Kyra had first come around.

He'd honestly wanted to get a better look at the girl, but she was so shy, and jumpy-'fearful' was a good way to describe it. And fidgety, too. Everyone had been able to notice it in this first interaction: she was not used to social situations, and was terrified at meeting others, never mind being put on the spot to introduce herself.

Upon first acknowledgement after finally being revealed, she'd simply let out a little squeak, before offering a soft and ultimately unintelligible answer. Following this, she hid once more behind the ones who had brought her over. After a few more exchanges, Yazoo at long last managed to get a name.

Kira. Her name was Kira. Kira Shinra.

After the guard had left, everyone had got to work getting to know the new girl in their own ways. Kyra had gone right up to her, and gave her a big hug-which also startled the girl. Had she never held someone before? Even Yazoo, sheltered as he was, managed to experience such contact. At least, once Kyra had come around. He wasn't complaining here, sometimes it could be...very nice.

After a few moments, Kira returned the friendly gesture-though it was still halted and reserved. As if she wasn't sure she should have been touching her.

Like she wasn't allowed to.

"I'm so happy to finally meet you, Kira! And I'm so glad you're safe!" Kyra had flashed a megawatt smile, upon pulling away from the embrace. "When I found out I had a sister, I was so stoked! I have someone new to hang out with, and share things with, and just-ahh, this is so awesome! I have a sister, not just brothers!" She was trying not to jump up and down out of pure jubilation, while Kira merely nodded her head quickly, cheeks beginning to turn a rosy shade of pink. She mumbled out another reply, and flinched slightly, as if reacting to the softness of her own voice. Why was she so quiet? And why...why was she turning that color?

It was an understandable reaction that Kyra was having here-she had a new sibling, this was cause for interest. Care. That was how it had been when Kyra had first shown up, though obviously the emotions hadn't been on nearly as full of a display, seeing as, at that time, it had been only him and his Brothers. This time, Kyra was providing most of the emotional pull.

Kira, though...she was awkward. Unsure of herself. Timid beyond belief. Yazoo's attention had been quietly drawn to her, gaze fixed and wondering what on Gaia she had to be so scared about. Did she really think that any of them were going to hurt her?

That little grin, now akin to that of a slasher. Eyeing his victim, seducing them with his voice even as he told them "You have three seconds to start running." It was so hard, trying to keep it from spreading. That, and the other feeling, that was building up too...a little lower. Lower, lower...

Unfortunately, there always had to be some sort of conflict or other. And once again, it was his hotheaded brother, Kadaj. Seemed he'd noticed the girl's halting actions-and really didn't like them. Kadaj had no patience for cowards or shrinking violets, and this new figure was pushing all of his buttons at once. He'd gotten right in Kira's face with that same patented glare, the one he'd sprung on Kyra once before. His yell was startling and rather unwelcome, but familiar, at least to most of their ears.

"You're too freaking quiet! Speak up already!"

The reaction was instantaneous. Kira had shrunk back immediately, hands covering her head as if she were taking a blow. Yazoo took note of this-and so did the others. The silence had fallen like a ten-ton curtain. Kira was practically hyperventilating. He could feel her heart beat-it was bouncing all over the place! In a panicked, truly terrified voice, she'd cried out:

"P-Please don't hurt me! I'm s-sorry!"

It was the loudest Yazoo, or any of them, had heard her so far in that first encounter. Her voice was a bit higher than Kyra's-but that may've just been the nerves talking. A little breathy, too. The look in her eyes had said it all, as she'd spared a quivering, quick glance back to the now stupefied Kadaj. He'd rattled her thoroughly. A growl left his lips then, and he'd prepared to set the girl straight.

"What are you cowering for?! If you're gonna apologize, look me in the eye!" At this, Kira finally broke, letting out a muffled yelp behind her balled fist and running for cover behind Kyra. Her breathing was ragged, but it was apparent that, no matter the sounds heard before, she was doing everything in her power not to cry.

By this point, Kyra had already hauled off against Kadaj, tearing him a new one for scaring her-their Sister. He hadn't offered much in retort for his actions. 'Much' being the operative word here-it was less than usual, but the defiance was still there. Loz had just been watching in silence, not wanting to get involved in the conflict. He didn't like it when everyone fought. Sparring was one thing, and this wasn't it. It was way too stressful. Couldn't they all just play together and have fun? Maybe then their new Sister wouldn't be so scared?

As for Yazoo...

How? How could two siblings be so vastly differing to each other? It wasn't like their group didn't know anything about having it rough-all of them had had their own struggles to handle, and move on from. They hadn't been broken down by it, no-everything that they took, they dealt back double. They used their pain to grow. But this girl...

Her history was shady, like Kyra's, though nowhere near as straightforward. She'd been "passed from family to family, through a messy system." In other words, moved from home to home, area to area, whenever Shinra got too close. Lovely. They'd found her in Wutai, of all places, if he recalled correctly. She'd never had a stable living structure, unable to have a place to truly call home. That was intriguing to the male. Although he'd spent most of his life cooped up in Shinra and its labs, he wasn't dense; he recognized the situation here. Being passed around like an object, an oddity, a curiosity...that was something he could relate to, very deeply. No matter if the scenery didn't often change.

So. Many. Fucking. Tests.

It didn't make sense to him yet, however. So she'd been moving around often. Why hadn't she been able to adapt and learn and grow stronger, like they had? When life gave them a hard time, they would pick themselves back up from the dirt, before charging off to kick it in the balls. Not the shins. Maybe the ovaries, if life was a woman? What if life was genderless?

...well, he could still shoot it through the fucking head. That had never failed him before.

This girl, Kira, she had seemed to be in a severe state of under-development; she couldn't speak up, or stand straight, couldn't stand still, and was always fidgeting and fiddling with herself. She also seemed to have the worst time with eye contact, and had to be reminded often to look up when she replied with her words, that were too soft to hear. And that messy rat's nest hairdo only served to hide her further with its near-impenetrable tangled shield.

She didn't roam around much either, unlike Kyra. For the first couple days, she'd spent all her time in her room, not coming out for anything. What was keeping her there was unknown, not properly understood. But it was enough for them, or at least some of the higher-ups, i.e Shinra and co., to begin worrying about her state. They would periodically send people to check up on her, as well as bring trays of food to her room. The status reports were foreboding, and the food front was no better. They'd wind up carrying out the trays hours later upon the next room inspection...virtually untouched.

It seemed that she hadn't been taking care of grooming and hygiene, as well. Hell, they didn't even know if she was using the bathroom properly! Was it because of the lack of sustenance that she could do this? Now things were really getting scary, if only to the officials. Yazoo had recalled his mild curiosity back then, of hearing about a human failing to function in such a manner. Why was she behaving this way? Why was she so tired? How anyone could sleep so much was beyond him, but stranger things had happened.

Still, that didn't explain any of what was going on here. Kira was not playing ball; it was questionable whether she'd even made it out to the field. And her energy was frightening, to everyone else. It was as if she wasn't there, wasn't registering them or much of anything that was going on. Her vitals were stable, but she wasn't active. And those stats were slowly dropping, day by day. She'd simply be lying down in her bed, "like a broken doll", every time someone came to check on her. That was how one person had described it, and that was the phrase that had chosen to stick in Yazoo's memory all this time.

Heh. What a perfect metaphor.

Eventually, because she wasn't eating or drinking much, things went into crisis mode. After attempting to eat for the first time in nearly a week, the girl's body had violently rejected the food, and had begun forcing out everything already in her system as well. Since that wasn't much, she had soon wound up in a painful series of uncontrollable dry heaves. They had to call in the doctors.

Kyra had been so worried, as she'd watched the specialists and their father go into her room. Yazoo and Loz had stood with her. One was taking in everything that happened with his usual unreadable expression. They couldn't see anything behind that uncrackable mask. The other was going in between holding his breath and whining under it. He was a mix of childish confusion, impatience, and quiet resignation. Why wouldn't their new Sister come outside?

Since Kira had been going without food and for so long, she was dehydrated. The examination also revealed that she was malnourished, and underweight. She'd starved herself to a near skeletal point, being unable to keep anything down. Why she hadn't been eating or anything else was not clear. But, she'd taken an IV of fluids and a few injections, before being placed on a strict diet, to start building up her health. They couldn't have a sick Princess after all, could they?

After that incident, it seemed like things were back on the right track. Kyra would go often to visit Kira while she was recuperating, usually with Yazoo, sometimes Loz, in tow. Kadaj still didn't think much of her, so he was absent from the majority of visits.

But on a rare occasion, he'd peeked around the ajar door, that pout on his face before disappearing back outside. Like he didn't know whether to come in or not. He really hated not being in the limelight, didn't he? Yazoo hadn't cared about it then, and still didn't. He had been all too fixated on the enigma before him, tangled in her bedsheets.

Kyra was the only one able to get any sort of words out of her, at first. She was polite to Yazoo and Loz, but hadn't yet attempted to engage them in any sort of real conversation. And even with her small communications to Kyra, she still never tried to initiate the talking or interaction. She always waited for Kyra to start things first.

She never asked for anything, either. Not once. Not snack or drink, assistance or information. She never even asked them to come back. It wasn't out of displeasure, though-on a couple of visits, when he and Kyra had been heading out the door, Yazoo had turned back unexpectedly...to catch the timid Kira staring straight at him-or them, he couldn't be certain. But they were the ones who always locked eyes, he was the one who always turned back. And just for those fleeting moments, he could see her face. The face she tried so desperately to hide from the world.

That look in her eyes. It haunted him so. Had she truly not wanted them to leave? And if she had asked, just once...would he have considered staying?

Then, the next batch of trouble. As he and Kyra had continued to visit Kira, they'd soon found that her condition seemed to be worsening once again. This time, Yazoo had taken further notice of the dark circles beneath her eyes. Always there, but they were far more prominent now. Not only that, but...her mood. Even with her issues, Kira was relatively stable around them. She didn't do much, but her responses weren't outlandish. Now, though...

She had quite a few instances of that silent detachment, as if she really wasn't there in the room with them. Simply staring off at something or another and not responding. The look in her eyes was unnerving to watch, at least for her sister. Yazoo would simply take note, waiting to see how long she would stay like that, and when she would finally come to, back to them. Where did she go, when she stepped out of her mind in such a manner?

Loz was baffled, and had, at least once or twice, waved a hand in front of her face, out of frustration. He had come pretty close to clipping her nose, and Loz wasn't weak. In spirit maybe, but as far as brute strength went, he had plenty of that to spare. Kyra had scolded him for it, though ultimately his actions had the desired effect. Kira had returned with a start, and had been looking at them like a cornered animal. It had taken a couple of seconds for her to recognize who she was around.

Also, those reactions. At other times, she was hypersensitive, to the point of refusing any sort of physical or verbal contact. Kyra couldn't even sit next to her, or reach out for any sort of interaction, without Kira turning, pushing her hands away and whimpering. And if she attempted to speak when Kira wasn't ready to hear things, she'd pull the comforter high up over her head, obscuring her shivering form from view. When Kira was visible, she was more twitchy and anxious than normal. Constantly trying to catch her breath, her knuckles would clutch at the sheets. The skin would turn white from force.

As it turned out, Kira hadn't been sleeping this time around. She had taken to walking up and down the path outside her room, talking to herself in hushed tones. On the night she'd been noticed, and guided back to bed, she'd snapped. She couldn't handle the stress and strain, nor the fear that had apparently been coursing through her at the time. She'd fought, but it was helpless and unbalanced. She struggled more than she engaged, really.

She had certainly been vocal though, for once. Strangely, Yazoo hadn't heard a thing the night of. But they'd had to restrain and sedate her, just to get her to calm down. She hadn't been sleeping for a week straight by this point. That was what they were able to determine once the girl calmed enough to answer some quick, basic questions, before nodding off from the drugs.

It was around then that things became clear: Kira was...not quite normal, Princess title notwithstanding. Why was she like this? Perhaps her old records would hold a clue?

Records, ha. There was virtually nothing available on her, just like her Sister-of course the crooks hadn't kept track of their growth. The only things they cared about were taking control, and using the two as they saw fit in their war with Shinra. But these incidents, plus Kira's general physical and emotional state, were enough to get more of the doctors involved.

After a few days in and out of an office down a bit further from them, Kira was now placed on a regiment of pills. Once a month, she would go back to this office, that was borrowed for the purpose of 'therapy sessions'. There were two doctors she would see as well, in the same time frame. They'd both been found and employed by Shinra, the best of the best at what they did. The first was called a 'Psychologist', and she would talk to her, trying her best to get the girl to open up and shed some further light on things. The other was referred to as a 'Psychiatrist', and he was the one who controlled her new medications. The details had been a bit vague, but from what he could understand, Kira...had apparently been wired in the head just a bit differently than all of them.

'Mental illness', that's how they labelled it. Everything connected together, by a single thread. The eating troubles, marked as 'anorexia'; the sleeplessness on one hand called 'insomnia', and the exhaustion of 'depression' on the other. The twitching, funny breathing, and rapid heart rate? All due to 'anxiety' and 'panic attacks'.

So many terms, so many new disorders that Yazoo never would've thought possible, much less all comprised into one human being.

Trouble. This was troublesome for Shinra. This was a secret that had to be kept hidden from the public, no matter if it could be managed-who on the Planet would trust an heiress who didn't have all of her marbles? Even if Shinra had the resources to combat things, and were currently using them, it wasn't something that could just be erased away, like a common cold. Mental illnesses could be just as harsh as physical ones. It didn't make a difference if they were 'visible' or not.

The plan to keep Kira on the right track-and out of the tabloid speculation-was simple enough to follow, for those with a setup like theirs. And it seemed to work too, for the most part. Kira was eating at least two or three meals a day, if not very large ones. And she was sleeping regularly at night too, thanks to the meds.

But she continued to spend the majority of her time holed up in her room. That wasn't healthy, even he could see that. Whether or not he cared was another matter entirely, and not one Yazoo cared to focus on. He could only begin to wonder what she got up to in that space, her little living square. She still hadn't been a resident of the company for very long, and seeing as she wouldn't go out and about-heck, she hadn't even started attending her classes at 'school' yet, beside Kyra!-she hadn't accumulated nearly enough things to warrant such an interest in those solitary surroundings. She'd only been having all these medical issues, both physical and mental. That was something he couldn't understand.

She was socially awkward, yes. Quiet, too. She wasn't verbose, and she seemed to not be very good at looking out for herself. But hadn't anyone ever tried to teach her? Or was it just her head that messed everything up?

That led to more statements and acknowledgements, serving to put a definite twist on things. Because Kira functioned a certain way, she suddenly had a new label-and at times, a new hushed reputation among some of the few who worked in the upper chambers, but didn't know to keep their mouths shut. Not yet, anyway. They let the power get to their heads, which was where the judgmental tendencies had kicked in.

"Basket case", "a brat", "defective", "problem child", "a violent little weirdo", "drama queen", "filthy".

Again, it was another case of 'You don't know me'-the only difference was that this time, Kira was the target. His awkward, oddball little sister-hermit that hadn't done a thing to harm anyone, other than herself with all the physical sickness brought on by inner torment. Why, he still couldn't fathom. But they were saying these things, about someone who wouldn't, or couldn't fight back, even if she had known. This would only serve to increase their incessant mocking.

Although Yazoo was as yet in no way close to Kira, the disagreements had still set off a spark in him, a flare of something that had crackled and burned. It was far too similar to his own situation. The only change was the fact that he could actually defend himself, and take down anyone who was stupid enough to cross him in the first place. They were picking on someone who, for whatever reason, was virtually helpless to stop them. A pointless target.

He didn't usually care about such matters, targets were targets. It wasn't like he hadn't lorded his own strength over opponent's heads how many times before in battle, before delivering the finishing strike. There were times he liked a challenge, while at others, he just wanted them to die for him already.

He couldn't quite identify the feeling inside him, at seeing this display of negativity towards the girl. It was unfamiliar, yes. But...was it painful? Or did he like it?

A/N: ...and, that's Chapter Two. At long last, an update, and a bit more explanation.

Here is where the main OC comes in, the second of two sisters. And, she's...well, obviously she didn't grow up in a place like Silent Hill. But, everyone has their own forms of Hell to go through in life. She's no different. Her hell just manifests in mental discombobulation and utter fear. Her past is still unknown; what happened to her during her time being shipped around like a possession. Not a person. That alone could be terrifying for a child. And beyond that...

Hopefully the interactions between everyone, and the observations on our Narrator's part, didn't seem too far-fetched or outlandish? Even if the story seems so, I did do my best to build up believable personas and thought processes here. OOC bothers me...that's one reason I specifically chose to write this from Yazoo's POV, instead of Kira's. Before you can work w/your own faces, you must be able to understand the hearts and minds of those who are already before you. You have to understand the basics before you start playing around off the beaten path. Does this make sense?

Next time: Acknowledgement, a smack of violent reasoning, and first encounters one-on-one. Until we meet again, take care everyone. Happy holidays to you and yours.