A/N: Hey, it's me again with the fourth chapter. Man I have far too much time on my hands. Well big thanks to playedthebleamoflight, crazy monkey and fairy-rune. Of course to Alex and Wayne. You all get chocolate or any other sweet object you want. Unless it is Yazoo as he's mine. There special line in here for Alex I hope you can spot it, as it's something you always wanted to say to someone.

Disclaimer: Yazoo nor any other characters from advent children belong to me they belong to square-enix hisses and cries much to my disappointment.

He slowed down his bike slightly as he entered a narrow lane, cursing himself for not thinking this through before he had left the house. He was soaked through to the bone and freezing cold. Now having to drive slower, so the wind would not catch the bike and send it veering off course. Not that going slower bothered Yazoo much, this lane lead home, which was the one place he did not want to go, however he did not want to outside either and wished he had brought some money out with him. He really did not want to go home but he had no choice. Yazoo cursed himself again, he should have stayed in then at least he would have been warm and dry, Kadaj might have yelled and screamed at him but he could have said it was an accident and maybe Kadaj might not have killed him. Now he had to go home to a livid Kadaj who now had two things to be angry about the broken picture and the fact that he had gone out when he was meant to stay in and look after the house, or the fact that he had done none of the housework. Also this way Kadaj would have had to let it all sink in and plan his way to kill him.

As he entered the yard, he slowed down the bike until it was barely moving or making a sound. The house looked dead from where Yazoo parked the bike underneath a large tree to protect it, there were no lights shining from the inside, and Yazoo felt a bite of hope, maybe his brothers had not come home yet. That would mean Yazoo would have time to clean up the mess and think of a story so that Kadaj would not have his head for breaking the picture, but he would have to think hard and fast for that not to happen. As he jumped off the bike he, felt is heart sink: as the new hope fleeted away, their bikes were here meaning they were home. There were no light on though meaning they might be asleep he thought if I sneak in maybe they wont notice that he came in and might just escape being yelled at. Putting his plan into place Yazoo silently stalked forward towards the front door, he slotted in the key and waited for it to click before slowly opening it gliding into the house and gently shutting it without making a sound. Quietly he made his way up the stairs and had nearly gotten to the top when, he miscalculated his step and made the staircase groan underneath him. Yazoo cringed he had nearly done it but had just blown it. A light flicked on in the living room, making Yazoo cringe again.

"Ah there you are brother." Kadaj's voice rang out passively from the living room, "Why don't you come down here and see me. That goes for you to Loz."

Yazoo sighed and wondered if it was too late to make a run up the stairs and hide. This would be cowardly but he did not care. However when he looked forward he noticed it would be impossible, Loz was sitting on the top stair looking very down cast. Loz looked up at Yazoo when he felt his glaze linger long on him; he looked him straight in the eyes. Yazoo resisted the urge to step backwards, knowing if he did he would look weak and guilty, but he could help but shudder at the look in Loz' eyes; they were filled with rage, fear and pain. All were because of him too and directed at him. Loz was angry with him over the picture but not only at that but he was also angry at him for running off, putting him in awkward position with Kadaj. Yazoo could tell that Loz and Kadaj had argued over him. Loz also feared what was going to happen next and that made Yazoo feel sick if Loz was that scared and angry he feared to face Kadaj. Yazoo looked Loz in his trying to convey how sorry he was without using words but Loz broke contact with him and moved to stand.

"You deserve this Yazoo you went too far this time." Loz said quietly as if not wanting Kadaj to hear "You're on your own this time."

Yazoo laughed quietly at Loz, who looked at him in confusion.

"Why are you laughing?" Loz whispered.

"Loz, I'm always alone, your never there" Yazoo hissed softly "Why would tonight be any different."

Yazoo turned around made towards the living room, leaving a stunned Loz in his wake.

Once in the living room, Yazoo placed himself down on the sofa and stared blankly towards the wall, breathing slowly and trying to compose himself for the up coming argument. He told himself that none of it mattered one bit anymore. He was alone, completely alone now, he had now managed to wholly alienate himself from Loz today, the only person who cared for him. However there was a small niggle at the back of his mind that was laughing at him, telling him that it was foolish to believe he was alone, he would never be alone for as long as he existed Yazoo would never be alone. Yazoo shook himself to get rid of the voice at the back of his head, he did not like the voice it scared him. Yazoo made a strong effort to shake off the voice by concentrating on what was going on around him, which was not a lot.

Kadaj sat in a chair underneath a tall lamp, which illuminated him, making his hair, shine and gleam brightly; it also made it look metallically. It cast shadows across his face him look dangerous and impish. Loz had entered the room and had taken seat in another chair, which unlike Kadaj's was in the dark, making him like a silhouette as he sat perfectly still. Suggesting to Yazoo even if Loz was not taking his side in the argument he was not exactly taking Kadaj's but was going to take the backseat and make sure nothing went out of control, however this did not mean that Loz was not interested in what Yazoo had to say for himself. Although Kadaj and Loz sat in completely different lightings, they were both staring silently at Yazoo, waiting for him to speak to explain himself. Yazoo was unnerved. By this he was not used to his brother having a united front they usually have different ideas on how to get information out of him, this had never happened before and reminded Yazoo how serious the situation was. Yazoo did not show them that they were unnerving him, no that would show them weakness and they already believed him to be weak. Nor was he going to be the first person to speak, if they wanted to talk they could but he had intention to start this 'conversation', which they all knew was doomed to become an argument. Therefore, he continued to sit there and stare at the wall.

Minutes passed and still nobody spoke, moved or made indication that they were going to do so. They were all waiting for somebody to start talking but nobody was willing to. Yazoo felt ice-cold water flow through his hair and down his neck, but refused to shudder at it, that would be weak. His leather clothes clung tightly to him making him feel uncomfortable, they were also wet and the water soaked through them and into his skin. Yazoo pondered whether he should go and change into something more practical and warm, but knew as soon as he moved Kadaj would pounce on him and blame all their problems on him and his attitude. Besides that, he had nothing else clean.

Another ten minutes passed and still nobody spoke. The tension in the room was being to be unbearable and somebody would have to break it soon. Kadaj and Loz were fully aware that Yazoo had no intention to start the conversation and no matter long, they sat like this silently staring at him it would not affect him. He would be the last out of the three of them to snap. He barely seemed affected by this at all. Which was not unusual Yazoo barely seemed affected by anything. They both often wondered if Yazoo actually saw what happened around him, or did he spend his life in a daze unaware o what was going to on around him. It scared Loz to think that Yazoo was like that whilst it angered Kadaj.

"Well isn't it nice to sit around like a family, it's been a long time since we've done this." Kadaj broke the silence; his voice was calm and slightly cheery.

Both Yazoo and Loz store at Kadaj in shock, wondering why he had said that and what he was up to. Kadaj was too calm and too passive, which disturbed both of them.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue." Kadaj continued cheerfully. "So Yazoo how was your day?"

Yazoo was taken back for a minute. Kadaj was asking him how he felt. He knew that Kadaj was up to something and that the question was a trap. Kadaj was clever but Yazoo saw right through him but he also knew that Kadaj was demanding an answer and it would be wise to answer.

"Alright" Yazoo said simply with no emotion in his voice.

"Alright…Are you feeling ok Yazoo?" Kadaj asked with false concern.

"I'm fine." Yazoo said with no emotion.

"Good" Kadaj said calmly "Well I see that you did some painting today, it's nice…the kitchen looks better. I think we found your talent, have we not. I think I will send Loz out for more paint so you can do the rest of the house, what do you think?"

"Ok."

Kadaj gritted his teeth. His plan was not working, Yazoo was not falling for his trap and he needed him to. Feeling his rage build up, Kadaj forced himself to calm down, it would not work if he yelled, he needed Yazoo to snap first but Yazoo was being difficult. He would have to try a different way. Kadaj smiled.

"Hey Yazoo, were did you go tonight?" Kadaj said with false interest and as if it was normal.

"I went out for a ride." Came the simple answer.

"Oh right, we were concerned when we found out you were not in." Kadaj said with fake concern.

"Really." Yazoo said deciding two could play Kadaj's game and he was more likely to win.

"Yes really." Kadaj snarled.

"Right." Yazoo continued trying to annoy Kadaj that way he could catch him out.

"We were concerned Yazoo." Kadaj said firmly but more calmly than before "We came home to find a smash in the kitchen covered in blood, went to see if you were alright only to find you were not here. Do you know how scary that was for us?" Kadaj's voiced dropped slightly as he spoke making him seem weak and upset.

"Oh. Sorry…I'm fine." Yazoo spoke with no emotion.

"Yazoo! It is not funny, I'm being serious." Kadaj's voice was small making him seem frail and young. "Yazoo, I was worried about you, can't you see that."

Yazoo sat in silence staring at his brother. Kadaj seemed genially concerned over the whole incident and had not complained or yelled over the broken photograph, could he have actually been worried over him? Yazoo forced himself to remember that it could all be part of Kadaj's plan to make him feel guilty and Kadaj could be a good actor when he wanted. Even if Kadaj was actually concerned or worried over him, Yazoo genially did not care, he was glad if Kadaj was hurt over the whole incident, as that was how he felt every time Kadaj left him out or refused to talk him. This was pay back time.

"Cry me a river, little brother."

Kadaj looked up at Yazoo through his fringe; his eyes were full of pain. Kadaj had opened up to Yazoo, he had told him how he felt. Albeit he wanted to make Yazoo guilty, but it was the truth but Yazoo threw it straight back in his face. He did not care. Kadaj felt his anger rise inside of him, how dare Yazoo treat him like this. Jumping out of the chair, he stood in front of Yazoo glaring at him.

"You're cold Yazoo." He hissed.

"Am I?" Yazoo said as he stood up to challenge Kadaj.

"Yes you are Yazoo! You care nothing for the people around you; do you even notice what goes on around you or how the people around you feel?"

"Why should I?" Yazoo said coldly.

"They care for you, Yazoo that's why! We care for you! I care for you!" Kadaj yelled.

Yazoo laughed, Yazoo just laughed at him.

"What's so funny?" Kadaj asked angrily.

"You caring. hat's what's funny." Yazoo said between laughs, "You care for nothing but yourself Kadaj."

Kadaj was blinded by anger, how dare Yazoo say that about him, and what did Yazoo know. Unable to control himself he felt his fist connect him Yazoo's face sending sprawling to the floor. Shock flooded through the room. Kadaj lowered his arm and stood completely still; unable to comprehend that he had just hit Yazoo. Loz was on his feet in seconds not understanding what had just happened but believed that Yazoo needed help. Yazoo store at Kadaj in complete shock, he had never been hit by either of his brother unless it was in training and therefore did not count. He moved his hand to his mouth and wiped the blood away from it, not understanding why Kadaj had hit him.

As Loz approached him, Yazoo jumped up and backed away slowly until he was out of the room. Loz quickly followed him in concern; Yazoo had taken being hit badly. Yazoo had reached the front door by the time Loz had caught up.

"Yazoo; where are you going?" Loz said as tears formed in his eyes.

"Away." Yazoo screamed. "Hey Kadaj, I'm never coming home again!"

"YAZOO!!!" Loz screamed with tears pouring down his face as the front door slammed shut.

In the living room Kadaj crouched low to the floor, huddled up crying. He had blown it this time, he had pushed Yazoo too far and now he was gone.

A/N: Well there's another chapter over with, I hope you enjoy please read and review so that I can give cookies to Yazoo, he really really needs them. Over and out.