I cut the whole leviathan part. I just remembered it and don't feel like trying to work it in…bleh, I'm lazy. Okies. Another Zaari part, cause I feel like writing it. Kay, uh…I forgot the rest of what I was going to put. Ah, well. Enjoy the chap!

'He'- Zaari's tormentor.

He- Zaari himself. I realized that might be confusing.

--Start Flashback

Zaari's head hit the wall with enough force to blur the child's vision. There was no pain. Though Zaari could feel fresh blood sliding down his other wise pale cheek. Zaari had long sense lost much of the feeling in his body, though 'His' grip was threatening to pull out Zaari's hair. The pain would return on the marrow but for now that didn't matter.

'He' was yelling again. But Zaari's hearing has sense been muffled and Zaari himself doesn't care. He knows what's going to happen next even before the blade flashes. Before new pain make's Zaari's already broken mind reel. Another day. Another night. Another cut.

'He' hates himself and takes it out on the child given to him. Zaari can't remember what he did this time. A young mind is fragile at best and Zaari knows there's something wrong with his. It's shattered at 'his' hands far too many times and with each new occasion another piece is lost.

Oh. Now Zaari remembers. Today is the day 'He' lost his wife. Before Zaari's life got really bad. Before the beatings that left him bleeding on his bedroom floor. Before the attempts to get away.

Words like 'worthless' and 'ungrateful' add salt to the words. The thing that hurts the most is when 'he' blames Zaari for the death of his wife. When it was not. Or at least, Zaari doesn't think so. Thinking takes too much energy and 'he' has had his fill of tormenting Zaari's fragile being.

'He' says tomorrow Zaari will be leaving home. 'He' no longer wishes to deal with the child bleeding and broken in his grasp. Wants nothing to do with him.

The window is open and Zaari will likely get sick, but it makes no difference. If Zaari does fall ill, then it means peace until the fit passes. Then it is worse for several days.

Zaari tries to move, only to wince and clench his teeth, he knows better then to scream or cry, and that only makes it worse. Zaari thinks his wrist may be broken.

He will have to tend the wounds, but they can wait until morning. Zaari only wants to sleep.

---End Flashback

Zaari sits up and wonders for a moment where he is. Then remembers and lies down. He had been sent to stay with some people in Bhu Jurba. Then things had gotten worse. A broken wrist had been the worst of his troubles. After the change of location it become the least. But those are memories too dark for his fragile mind and they were tucked away, and hidden from himself.

"I'm okay," Zaari mutters for his ears only. "I don't have to go there anymore…I'm okay."

Zaari takes a few more moments to calm down; when he does he notices something about Rabanastre that's different from Arcades or Bhu-Jurba. It's cold. Very cold.

This puzzles Zaari until he no longer wishes to think about it. It is simply a fact to him; it's very hot during the day and very cold at night. Zaari's mind could not understand anything more complex.

"I'm going back to sleep." Zaari decides finally, still talking to some part of himself that rarely answers.

"You should talk to someone."

For a moment Zaari is startled. How long have you been awake?

"You never know…it may be that it will help you for the rest of your life…or that it will see justice served to the ones responsible."

Zaari only looks skeptical and curls back up to sleep. No one cares for people like him. That's why it happens. Zaari is not the only one. The others…they suffer too. Some run away. Some die. None live to be older then 16.

"What does Draklor mean to you?"

"Pardon?"

"You got mad when Lamon…Larsa, said it."

"Where did you get those marks?"

Zaari is silent. He can't tell anyone that. He promised himself he would cause himself no more pain. He only wanted to forget.

Okay. I liked. Kind of. I'm in a very neutral mood. And no this Fic has no pairings, and that up there isn't intentional…yeah, very iffy night and I'm getting sick…so I've been sleeping late…all day… but that's besides the point.