Well - here's chap 4. There's a bit of a twist here - so email me if you're confused. Also, according to an interveiw with Nomura who's directing the film, he described Loz , Kadaj and Yazoo as follows:

Kadaj: Childish, but cruel. He is the leader of the three and is the most loyal to the Wheelchair man. His weapon is the "Souba" meaning "Double Edge" or "Double Blade"

Loz: Strong, but more prone to his emotions. Nomura described him as a bit of a whiner and a crybaby. His two weapons are the Duel Hound which is the weapon on his arm, and a gun (that looks like Squall's Gunblade) called the Velvet Nightmare.

Yazoo: His personality is an enigma, but he appears to be the calmest and quiestest of the three. He seemingly acts as the second in command to Kadaj. His weapon is also another Velvet Nightmare gun.

I'm going to try and keep them in character as much as possible, although Kadaj's personality will change over the coming chapters due to the storyline.

Now the reveiwers!

Hollowed Shame: Hee, here's the next Chap for you. As for you're fic, I'm still reading it, but I have a solem PROMISE that I will reveiw it on the very last chapter. I love you're storyline, so keep writing and I'll kepp writing!

Kuluno1986: Well - after this chapter, you'll see he has a lot more to worry about then having two scary (but sexy...)brothers!

Yami Maleci: A lot of people have been telling me I confuse them... I wonder if thats a good or bad thing... hope you like this chapter!

Vindina: He's going to go through a personality change soon as the story progresses. Heehee... Did you see the post on of someone calling Kadaj a "Puppy kicker"?... I laughed so hard...

The Advent Child

Daenis TooShy

Part four

Seth stared at the unchanging ceiling, his hands clenched around the sheets. Near him slept his "brothers" on separate beds.

They were also in the same room as him, too. His eldest "Brother", or so Loz and Yazoo had told him.

Wondering if the man of his fears was awake or not, Seth sat up slowly and quietly – looking at the dark silhouette of the seated person. He was facing the window – folds of moonbeams streaked across the white sheet hiding his body.

Despite his fear, Seth crawled out of the bed – his bare feet touching the stone cold floor. He shivered inwardly, both from fear and from the cold.

He crept slowly towards the enigmatic figure, and bowed a little to try and see the man's face.

"Curious?"

Seth leapt backwards, nearly giving a yelp.

"Sorry! I'm sorry!" he shivered.

Even with the windows closed, his whole body felt like ice, as there was a long silence. Sephiroth seemed to be thinking. Then the bottom half of the man's face upturned in a smile.

"Don't be afraid." He said.

How can I NOT be! Seth wanted to retort, but a part of him was suddenly curious, about him, that part almost... demanding he listen.

"I know, that you want to know how it is possible for me to be alive – well... take off the hood."

Seth managed to bite back a "What?" and hesitantly walked over to him – raising his arms and sliding the hood back from Sephiroth's hidden face.

Two cat-like eyes glowed up at him, and it unnerved Seth how very much they were like his own.

Dark silver hair cascaded down his face and disappeared under the white sheet.

His face was the perfect sculpted shape it always was... except for the deep purple scars that tore across his pale skin – two thick ones streaking down his check, another torn up over his hairline and down the side of his forehead.

His wounds would've killed a normal human being.

Taken aback, Seth stumbled backwards, his eyes as wide as dinner plates.

"They will fade in time." Sephiroth shook his head very slowly, like moving was difficult, "Then I will join you and you're brothers once I am strong enough."

"Why...why did you want me? I. I was happy where I was..." Seth started to demand, but the memory of his dead friend built up his sorrow like a rock lodged inside him, and his voice dropped to a shivering whisper.

"Because you must avenge me – because you are a part of me." Sephiroth began, but Seth's eyes flared with anger.

"I'm nothing like you! I HATE you!" Seth hissed, "I hate you, Sephiroth!"

The said silver-haired man seemed unaffected by his younger sibling's retorts of hate, simply shaking his head, "You've been around humans for too long. They've weakened you."

"That's because I am human! Whether I am a part of you or not!"

By now Seth's body trembled violently. He was frightened of this person before him, even if Sephiroth couldn't actually stand and harm him – his presence itself shook him to the bone.

Sephiroth raised a hand, leaning his chin along his fingers, thinking. Seth took another two steps backwards, wanting nothing more then to run. Loz and Yazoo were still asleep, much to his surprise, and Sephiroth couldn't possibly get up and make a grab for him... but he could yell loud enough to wake the two and go after him if he did try to make a runner. He touched his forehead, his eyes half-closed, and he suddenly felt calmer then he ever felt since before he came here.

"Do you know, what humans are capable of, Seth?" Sephiroth asked softly.

It was the first time he had used Seth's name, so the young teen's attention was caught. Seth paused for a moment

"...No..." he answered lamely. What could he say to a question like that?

"Sit down. I'll tell you."

Hesitantly, Seth sat on the bed, and then wrapped the covers around himself. His fingers and toes were painfully numb by now, but he sat there, and he listened.

When Sephiroth was finished, his voice was slightly hoarse and cracked. He coughed, his body shaking with the strain.

"You see what the planet has become...? Because of... Cloud?"

Seth was still, his face almost blank. His eyes flickered up at Sephiroth, "But... that's... it can't be." He whispered.

"No..." Sephiroth took a breath to regain himself, "It is true... what I have said. This planet is going to die because of Shin-Ra, and because of Cloud's interferences. I would have shaped and healed this planet, and saved those who died for those useless humans. I killed the Ancient to free her from their false friendships."

Sephiroth didn't expand on his killing of this "Ancient" as Seth ran it through his mind, but somehow the word felt familiar. Like... he had heard of it from someone long ago.

"Now do you understand you're reason for being? You're training?"

For a while, Seth didn't answer. He fidgeted with the bed sheets, his eyes closed.

"So... Cloud...?" he whispered. Sephiroth made a noise of agreement. Moving was hurting him too much.

"He is... you're enemy" Sephiroth smiled.

"But he saved my life - "

"A mistake... on his part, Seth. Which reminds me... I wish to change... you're name..."

"To what? I like my name." Seth protested.

Sephiroth's eyes rose to look at the teen, to examine what his youngest sibling had become over his two-year absence...

Yazoo was right when he said Seth was more powerful then he looked, and he was more physically grown then normal. Just like him.

This has to be you... I hope it is you...

"You're real ...name is Kadaj – not Seth – so you will... answer me, Loz, and ...Yazoo when you are called as "Kadaj"."

"... But - "

"Answer me Kadaj!"

Seth, or rather, Kadaj, swallowed, "Ye...Yes."
"Good... Now... go to sleep..." Sephiroth sighed, closing his eyes wearily.

Without a word, Kadaj crawled over to the pillows and buried himself in the blankets, trying to warm himself.

He was too cold to sleep, and what Sephiroth had said ran through his head over and over. Humans... where they really that evil...?

But Levee...?

It frightened him, and it horrified him, when somehow, as he thought about it, it felt so familiar – like he had already known this before, but he needed reminding.

Why did it feel like he had heard this before...?

And his name...

He had known all along that his name had been Kadaj... It was Kadaj... but then he became Seth, a mute teen in a place he was happy and safe, and now he was Kadaj again... and once again inside this... darkness he could feel whenever he thought of his real name.

Is this my real life...? He thought, Me... ? The... brother... of Sephiroth? Am... I really who I think I am...?

Kadaj's thoughts drifted here and there until he finally dozed off around dawn. He slept fitfully, however, and awoke a little later in the morning.

Loz and Yazoo weren't in their beds either.

Did they let him sleep in?

Sephiroth was asleep, his face once again hidden by the long hood. Sitting there in the far end of the room, he looked more foreboding in the light then he did in the dark, the thought making Kadaj frown.

He slipped out of bed and got dressed, knowing well that he just could just stay in bed, but his curiosity got the better of him.

The hallway looked much brighter this morning, and Kadaj felt strangely calm. He passed the kitchen and spotted Yazoo sitting at the table, although he was doing little else. After a moment of thought, Kadaj stepped into the small dirty room, and Yazoo raised his head.

"Em... Good morning." Kadaj said, finding the silence awkward. Yazoo blinked, but said nothing.

Kadaj scratched the back of his head slowly, finding it harder and harder to speak. He noticed as well, that Yazoo was watching his every move, almost like he was examining him.

"So... where's Loz? Isn't he usually with you?"

"He's outside at the back of the building. He usually goes there to think by himself."

Kadaj felt a little better that Yazoo had finally said something, but the older man seemed to be disturbed by something.

"Um... Is there anything for breakfast...?" Kadaj sat down before him, and Yazoo reclined a little, almost like he didn't want being near him.

"There's no food left." He answered, and sat back.

Kadaj began to feel frustrated, although he asked himself why this was bothering him.

"Why are you acting like this? Its like I'm something you need to avoid!" Kadaj suddenly snapped, and Yazoo's face lit up with surprise. However, Kadaj's outburst surprised himself more then it did Yazoo, and he shook his head.

"Sorry... Nevermind..." He muttered and stood up abruptly, leaving the room.

Yazoo watched him rush out, and his face had softened. You could almost say he nearly smiled.

Kadaj half-walked, half-jogged down the hallway and went outside.

Why did I just... say that?

He halted when he saw Loz sitting on a large chunk of fallen mortar, his back to Kadaj. His shoulders were slumped and he looked like he had been there for a long time.

But what he was sitting in front of caught Kadaj's eye.

There were... perhaps eight or nine large mounds of dirt a few meters apart from each other near where Loz was sitting.

...Graves...?

Kadaj slowly walked up to Loz, and the burly man's head shot up, looking at Kadaj with surprise. Kadaj noticed the slight red colour around the rims of his eyes. Lack of sleep?

"What are these mounds? Are they graves?" Kadaj pointed.

"Yes. They are." Loz spoke. His voice was soft, despite his large built. It was also the first time Kadaj had actually heard him speak as well, he realized.

"Who's buried here? Were... they friends?"

"We don't have friends, Seth." Loz shook his head.

"Sephiroth said my real name is Kadaj..." Kadaj scuffed the ground with his foot, "But... for some reason I already knew I had that name... Levee called me Seth because I couldn't speak."

Then Loz's face lit up, and Kadaj looked at him questioningly, but decided to ask again.

"So... who's buried here?"

Loz took a deep breath and let it out slowly, like something had been weighing him down. He looked better now.

"We... that is, Yazoo and I – we've been looking for you for the past two years... And all we've found were... clones... copies of... our real brother, Kadaj. It was during the Reunion, and whatever happened, he disappeared. We feared he had ... died."

"But... I thought Sephiroth said I was Kadaj." The young teen said. Something inside him stirred, and his stomach lurched...

Loz looked at him grimly, his lips tight.

"We don't know that... But then you've lived much longer then the others we found."

Kadaj blinked at him, his face wide with horror, "W... Wait... are you saying... that... I could be a clone... of Kadaj? That... I'm not a real person...?"

Loz stood up stiffly, rubbing his arms as if he were cold. He looked down at Kadaj, the teen's face almost desperate.

"I hope you're our real brother... Because I'm starting to lose hope..."

Almost choking, Kadaj struggled to speak without crying, "And... And what happened to ... to them?"

"Four died soon after we found them – they needed Mako to stay alive... as for the... rest..."

Loz paused, and shook his head before continuing, "None of them were the real Kadaj..."

Without another word, he left Kadaj standing there near the graves and went inside.