Title: Mother Nouveau
Disclaimer: All characters belong to SquareEnix and I make no money from this.
Synopsis: Tseng must endure the demon of Wutai in a lone log cabin in the mountains with his three very young remnants.
Warnings: yaoi, non-con, language, violence(especially in this chapter!), angst
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A/N: Thanks for the comments and hits to this story. I really enjoy reading them and they just make my day! I've also been trying to draw a cover for this story, but for now I guess the pic of my Tseng sim will have to suffice.
Chapter Ten: Horrors
Tseng had been awake for atleast fifteen minutes now, yet he didn't want to get up. He could also sense that Sephiroth wasn't asleep either, his breathing had changed and Tseng had made the correlation. They both lay there in bed wide awake, yet neither of them wanted to get up. Last night had been so . . . strange. Tseng didn't want to get up and start his morning routine. What if they were still teenagers? He really didn't want to face those highly violent and sexualized youths again.
He felt a nudge in his back and knew it was Sephiroh's foot. He frowned at the next, more forceful nudge.
"Hey, bitch," he said," get up."
"I'm not a bitch," the Turk retorted. He didn't move from his spot and shifted until he was facing his captor.
Sephiroth looked upset and kicked Tseng in the thigh this time.
"You're my bitch. Now get up."
Tseng hissed at the swift pain and scowled as he sat up. He shot Sepiroth an irritated look as he rubbed his sore leg. The ex-general yawned and pulled more cover up over him.
"I want steak for breakfast, cooked medium," he informed as he closed his eyes briefly, before they suddenly flickered open.
"Oh!" He said as the Turk was stepping out of bed.
"What?" The dark one answered annoyed.
"And I'm going somewhere today . . . I'm taking Loz with me, that is, if he's still a boy."
"Where are you going?" he asked out of curiosity.
"To get supplies and other things", he said with a smirk.
Tseng wondered how he was going to manage to get anything in such harsh weather. And to take a child out there with him, well hopefully still a child. He figured Sephiroth would be able to make it, he'd seen the man brave icy winds and knee-deep snow during winters of the northern lands without protection before without issue, but Loz was just a child and Tseng wasn't totally heartless.
"Perhaps you should go alone. Why bring the boy out there?"
Sephiroth yawned and shifted underneath warm, soft furs.
"He'll be fine," he mumbled, but Tseng wasn't convinced. The Turk left the room and decided that he'd revisit the issue later. He opened the door to the boys' room and silently prayed to his god that they'd be children again.
He opened the curtains to let some light illuminate the room. With some apprehension, he approached the eldest's bed first.
"Loz?" he called out, and pulled down the sheets to reveal a perfectly normal sized six year old, even though Loz was big for his presumed age.
The boy didn't budge and Tseng leaned over to shake him. He didn't move.
"Loz get up!" He said, harshly shaking him this time. He hoped there was nothing seriuosly wrong with the boy, but when he didn't wake up Tseng started to worry.
"Wake the hell up!"
Loz remained comatose and Tseng resulted to slapping the child. The boy flinched at the sharp pain and Tseng hit him again until his eye flickered open.
"Ouch ma!" He grumbled, rubbing his sore cheek as he sat up. The Turk sighed in relief that the child was up and moving.
"Go to the bathroom," he ordered. Loz nodded his head and slipped out of his blankets.
"Hey mom?" Loz said as he inspected his pyjamas. "Why do my clothes fit weird?"
"Um... well," Tseng began as he scooped up a fussy kadaj from his blankets. He found it very hard to stop the flashbacks from last night from replaying over in his mind as he held the boy. To think that just a few hours ago he had his first orgasm in his brothers mouth. He was glad for the fact that the boys had returned back to normal and even more gratful that they didn't seem to remember anything.
"You probably grew a bit I guess," he said, trying to appease the child.
Loz's face lit up and he jumped up and down excitedly.
"I grew!" he said cheerfully and loudly. Yazoo was awoken by the noise and fixed a heated glare at his older brother.
"Be quiet Loz!" He snapped.
"Both of you get ready for a bath and brush your teeth," Tseng ordered with Kadaj in his arms.
The boy fidgeted and clutched the cloth from his shirt.
"Mommy I'm so tired," the boy whined as Tseng led the boys to the rustic bathroom.
"I know," he responded as he reached over the other two boys brushing their teeth to get Kadaj's toothbrush. He tried to set the little one down, but Kadaj clung onto him for dear life.
"Get down boy," he said annoyed. Kadaj shook his head and buried it into Tseng's shoulder. The Turk sighed and this time pried the child's fingers off his shirts and placed him down. Once the boy's tiny feet touched the wooden floor boards he screamed. He held up his hands and wailed, pleaded to be picked up. Tseng swore and tried to ignore the boy's behavior by walking away from him to get the bath started. Kadaj followed closely behind him though and cried hysterically.
"Mommy please! Please!" he screamed, grabbing onto the bottom of Tseng's pants.
"Fuck boy, shut up," he said out of irritation. The yelling was starting to give him a headache.
"Hold me please!" he screamed, face turning red.
"No," he said firmly as he turned on the water. Kadaj's clinginess was starting to wear on his nerves.
"Stop being a baby Kadaj!" Loz said as he approached the tub. He stood right in front of his crying little brother and pointed a finger at him.
"You better stop acting like this or I'm telling," he said.
Kadaj sniffled and grabbed Tseng's leg. "You can't tell me what to do! And you're the biggest crybaby!"
"Yes I can," he said lifting his head proudly. "I'm the oldest and not a crybaby!"
Kadaj ignored his older brother and turned his attention back to the Turk. "Mommy pick me up."
Tseng groaned and picked the child up, placing him on his lap briefly before putting him the tub. Loz followed suit and sat on the farthest end away from his whining little brother. They bother glared at each other and Loz made a face of disgust at his brother's behavior. Tseng turned around to turn off the water once it was high enough. He sat there on the edge sort of zoning out and not really watching the boys as they moved around in the water. His mind was still on the peculiar and disturbing events of last night. How and why had the boys aged overnight then reverted back in the morning? That wasn't normal, or human, which had changed his perception of his situation.
What was he really dealing with here? Sephiroth had come back from the dead and his "brothers" had the ability to age overnight. Ever since last night he felt really strange, and it didn't have to do with the fact that Yazoo sucked off his brother or that he fooled around with Sephiroth. Though disturbing, he'd seen and done worst things. What really bothered him was the extent of unnatural happenings around him. Also, as much as he hated to admit it, Yazoo was starting to become a threat parallel to Sephiroth himself. In his older form, the boy was violent and he truly had wanted to hurt him, which was a feeling he'd never gotten from Sephiroth. Though he may not agree with his methods, at least Sephiroth had a reason for hurting him. He had never once hurt him for the sake of doing it, but Yazoo was another story.
Speaking of the boy, he snapped back to reality once he realized that Yazoo wasn't in the tub with the other two boys. He turned to where the boy had been and saw that he was gone. He swore under his breath and looked back at the two grumpy boys in the tub. Due to their violent nature, he didn't want to leave them unattended but if something happened to Yazoo, Sephiroth would probably punish him.
"Just keep your hands to yourself," he said to the boys before he left the bathroom, making sure to keep the door open just in case something happened. The hallway was empty so he went to the boy's bedroom and checked for Yazoo there. He scanned the room and checked under the beds. No sign of Yazoo anywhere. He left the room and went to check the living area/kitchen. The cabin was small, so he wondered why he was having such a hard time finding the little shit.
The sound of water splashing frantically caught his attention and he rushed in the direction of the bathroom. Could the boys not kill each other for two seconds? As he raced down the hall, the door to the boy's bedroom opened suddenly and he barely had time to react before he collided into the boy coming out. He was a little freaked out by Yazoo's presence. He had checked that room thoroughly and the boy had not been in there.
Sensing his apprehension, Yazoo smirked and headed back to the bathroom. Tseng wanted to ask him why the hell couldn't he find him but the splashes were getting louder. He hurried back into the bathroom to find Loz holding his brother's head underwater with his hands around his throat.
"Mommy loves me too!" the oldest yelled, his pupils like tiny slits.
Kadaj's fingers were nearly at his brother's eyes and Tseng knew he would try to scratch or gouge them out as a survival mechanism. He grabbed Loz and pulled the boy off his little brother. He then pulled Kadaj up out of the water and the boy took a deep breath.
"Shit," the Turk swore as he placed the boy down. He laced his fingers into his long dark mane and shook his head. He felt like he was prison guard or something, trying to keep inmates from killing each other, except the prisoners were children who were barely in primary school.
Yazoo finally walked in and barely cast a glance at his brothers on the ground. Tseng looked up and watched as Yazoo moved closer. The boy smirked as he crawled into Tseng's lap. Bronze eyes met emerald, though the latter was much more intense. Yazoo raised his hand to place it gently against the Turk's warm, wet cheek. He then leaned forward and kissed his lips lightly before speaking.
"You don't deserve our love, mother," he said lowly. "I hate you."
Suddenly Tseng's body felt hot . . . very hot. His head was pounding and his vision was starting to fade. He roughly pushed the boy off his lap, but the feeling wasn't going away. The heat was starting to get intense and he couldn't breathe. If only he could get this heat out, he thought. He opened his mouth and a hot liquid started to seep out the sides. Blood? No, it was black and felt like hot water. It started to leek from the corners of his eyes and it hurt, so very much. He was also getting tired. Maybe if he closed his eyes for a bit the pain would recede.
"Yazoo!" he heard Kadaj say in the distance. "I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"
His eyes were fluttering from the pain when suddenly a loud thunderous crack ensued and the pain was gone in the same second. Tseng blinked a few times and suddenly bolted up. He turned to where he heard the noise and went wide eyed as the sight of Kadaj standing over Yazoo with his foot on his chest. But something didn't look right, and Tseng crawled over to the fallen boy as quickly as he could manage. The boy's chest had been caved in from the forceful stomp. Yazoo was semi conscious and Kadaj was adding more pressure to the area.
"Stop . . . Stop Kadaj," he said, his voice raspy from the predicament he was in just a moment ago.
Kadaj lifted his foot off his brother's chest only to slam it back down again. The sickening sound of bones breaking and the squish of flesh filled the room.
"Stop!" he yelled this time and lifted himself up to push Kadaj off the boy. Yazoo's eyes were rolling around in his skull and he was twitching on the floor.
"Oh god," the Turk said worried. He stared down at the boy dying on the ground and looked at Kadaj. The boy had tears in his eyes as he stared back at Tseng.
"I'm sorry mommy, but he was gonna kill you. I protected you though, see," he said, pointing to the convulsing boy on the floor.
Tseng stood up and shook his head. He honestly had no idea what to do so he ran out the bathroom and burst into Sephiroth's room.
"Sephiroth!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. The man was still lying in bed but his eyes were open. Tseng hopped into bed and shook the man violently.
"Sephiroth, Yazoo is dying on the floor!" he yelled, noticing the irony. He had wanted to boy to die so badly but now that he actually was dying it was different. Not because he cared for the boy, he didn't give a shit about him, but he did not want Sephiroth to hurt, or even kill him for the death of his brother. He shook the man again and Sephiroth just slumped over, motionless. His eyes looked devoid of life, glassed over and hollow.
He looked dead, as if he had died a few hours ago, but Tseng had just spoken to him this morning. He heard another crack and swore as he jumped out of bed to head back into the bathroom. This time, not only Yazoo was motionless, but Kadaj as well. He lied there with his little head split open and blood seeping profusely from the gash. Tseng blinked in disbelief at the two dead boys on the ground and knelt to check their pulses. Dead indeed.
Loz stood in the corner and he held a hammer in his hand. The tool had obviously been used to kill Kadaj as remnants of flesh, hair, and blood were on the end.
Loz looked up at Tseng with shocked eyes and dropped the hammer.
"He killed my brother…I had to," he said through sobs.
In his profession, blood and gore were commonplace but he'd never seen anything like this. He was used to seeing dead children by now but he'd never come across and incident were the child was killed by another child in such a gruesome manner. In his experience, children usually killed or hurt each other on accident, but this had been intentional. Kadaj had stomped his brother to death and Loz had split Kadaj's head open like a watermelon. It gave him the feeling he could be next if he didn't get out of there. This was his prime opportunity it seemed. Sephiroth was dead and the other two boys were as well.
He left the bathroom and grabbed a blanket from the boy's bed. He then went to the kitchen and grabbed some food items and placed them in the blanket. He went back into Sephiroth's room and grabbed the man's jacket and boots. He wanted to get out but he didn't want to leave then freeze to death. Fully dressed and packed with a sack full of food, he headed for the door and tried to open it. The door didn't budge. He yanked and pulled with all his might and still nothing. There were no locks on the inside so he had no idea how it opened.
"Shit," he swore, giving the door a swift kick. He was so close to escaping and his only problem was he could open the damn door. As he examined it more closely, the sound of little footsteps could be heard from down the hall acompained by crying.
Loz came out from the hallway dragging his stuffed chocobo that had become stained in blood.
"Mommy please don't leave me," he pleaded.
Tseng looked down at the child who stared up at him with innocent eyes laced with fear. He didn't look like he was capable of killing anyone but the scene inthe bathroom told otherwise.
"Do you know how to unlock this door?" he asked the boy.
Loz sniffled and nodded his head. Tseng knelt down to his level and ruffled the boy's spiky hair.
"Tell mommy how to get out and we'll leave together, okay," he said. He was technically still debating on whether or not to take the child, but if Loz thought he was going anyway then he might tell him.
"Well,"the boy began, "I saw Sephy open it with his magic stuff."
"It's sealed by a spell?" He asked.
Loz nodded. Tseng swore and kicked the door. He was so close. The Turk turned to Loz and knelt down to his level.
"Do you know how to break the spell?"
"No," he said simply followed by a sniffle.
Shit. What was he going to do now? He scanned the room and tried to look for something that would help him but nothing came to mind.
"Okay Loz," he began "Do you . . . ."
He started to say but then the ground started to shake. Loz screamed and clutched onto Tseng for dear life. The Turk held the boy and tried to cover him from falling objects. What was going on? An earthquake? The violent shaking was then followed by a loud noise that hurt his ears. It sounded like an intense sonic boom. Light flooded the room and then receded as soon as it had come. The shaking stopped and Tseng looked around the room to see what had happened. Objects had fallen but the cabin had no severe damage.
"Is it over?" Loz asked, clinging to the Turk.
"I think so," he said.
Suddenly, a large noise sounded from down the hall. It had sounded like an explosion. Once the sound faded, the Turk stared in the direction of the hall. He was confused and admittedly a bit nervous. Something was happening back there and if that something came to where he was he had nowhere to go.
"Mommy, I'm scared," Loz said.
Tseng scanned the room for something he could use as a weapon and grabbed a knife that had fallen in the quake. He nearly jumped when he heard the door from down the hall slam open. But it couldn't be? Weren't they all dead?
His fear intensified once he heard footsteps coming from down the hall. Loz dug his head into Tseng's chest and the Turk wanted nothing more than to close his eyes, but he had to face this head on.
To his surprise, Sephiroth came around from the corner with the two dead boys in either hand. He was completely naked and his skin was very pale, almost gray.
"Tseng?" the man called out.
The Turk didn't want to respond, but he didn't want to know what would happen if he didn't.
"Yes," he said, trying to keep the nervousness from his voice.
Sephiroth placed the two boys down and walked over to the Turk. He leaned down and Tseng stared into dangerous feline eyes.
"Why are they dead?" he asked evenly.
"They . . . killed each other," he answered.
"I see," he said. He left the Turk and returned to the dead boys. He raised his hand and a dark light illuminated from his hand. The dark light surround the boys and Tseng watched in amazement as Yazoo's chest was returned to normal and Kadaj's head sealed up. Once they were physically repaired, Sephiroth brought forth two green lights that looked like tiny orbs. He placed one over Yazoo's chest and the other over Kadaj's. The orbs sunk in he watched with wide eyes as the boys started coughing.
"Get up you little shits!" Sephiroth yelled.
Yazoo groaned and sat up. "What happened?"
"Your mother says you killed each other," he said.
"Um?"
Kadaj gasped as he sat up with a jolt.
"Whoa!" he yelled.
"'Whoa' nothing!" Sephiroth said as he crossed his arms. "The hell is wrong with you both! Loz get over here!"
The boy reluctantly let go of Tseng and scampered over to his other brothers.
"What happened? You realize that I had to go to the god damned life stream and get your miserable little souls!"He spat. The three boys fidgeted as they tried to explain themselves.
The Turk could barely comprehend what was going on and was on the verge of losing his shit. Sephiroth had literally brought them back to life and he really didn't know how to handle that fact. It really brought back the question of what was he really dealing with here? He'd never really regarded the man as a god before but what he just did was pretty damn godly. The Turk just sat there staring at him scold the boys for killing each other. He really wanted to wake up from this dream . . . .
"Just don't do this again because I can't keep doing this shit." Sephiroth then turned to the Turk on the ground and walked over to him.
"Stand up," he ordered.
The Turk rose to his feet and looked up his captor.
"Clean this shit up and get breakfast ready."
Tseng nodded in understanding. Sephiroth had turned to leave but the Turk still had so many unanswered questions. He suddenly grabbed the ex-general's arm and the man halted. He looked back at the Turk who was staring up at him with confusion.
"Please," he said lowly. He looked up at the man pleadingly and tried to convey what he was feeling. Sephiroth rubbed the man's cheek and kissed it softly before his lips against the man's ear.
"We'll talk later," he whispered lowly. Tseng released his hold on the man's arm and Sephiroth smirked as he and the boys headed back down the hallway, leaving Tseng with his thoughts and newly awakened fears.
He had made steak for breakfast as Sephiroth requested, severed with a side of scrambled eggs. After the Turk had served the kids and Sephiroth, he decided to get to cleaning up the messy room. After the events of today, he wasn't feeling too hungry. He stared down at the child's blanket filled with food and supplies he had planned to take. His only chance thus far of escape had been thwarted. Now he didn't even know if he could escape or if he wanted to try anymore after what he'd just seen. Sephiroth had brought them from the dead, and Tseng wasn't handling it to well.
"Tseng."
The sound of Sephiroth calling his name startled him and caused him to almost drop the item in his hand. Tseng was even surprised by his jumpiness. Perhaps he was more shaken up than he thought. He placed the item down and approached Sephiroth.
"Yes?" he responded.
"Loz and I are going on our trip after breakfast. Pack us food and plenty of water," he ordered. The silver haired man raised a brow.
"Why are you wearing my clothes?" he asked in an annoyed tone.
"I got cold," he lied.
"Don't wear my things unless you ask. Now get packing."
"What am I supposed to pack these items in?" he asked.
"Mmm," Sephiroth mumbled as he took in a mouthful of eggs. "Backpack. Under the bed."
Tseng left the living area and went to Sephiroth's room. The Turk was a little taken back by the scene. The room was covered in black feathers and blood splatter on the floor. There was even blood on the animal furs. He entered cautiously and knelt down to inspect a rather large feather. It was very soft to the touch, and the man gently brushed his fingertips across the outer edge of it. He'd seen this before, though the feathers had been attached. These were all from Sephiroth's wing.
He let the feather fall to the floor, it gently flowing down until it met the bloody floor boards. Also, why was there blood everywhere? Sephiroth didn't look hurt at all when Tseng saw him. Ignoring it for now, he stepped carefully over the blood as he made it to the bed. He looked underneath and indeed spotted two backpacks. He grabbed them both and pulled them out from underneath. One of the bags was actually the kind they used to give cadets in their first year of training. He was surprised to see Sephiroth had kept such a thing.
He'd been a bit distracted by the backpack that he hadn't pay attention to the other one.
"Holy shit," he said under his breath. He pulled it closer to him and unzipped it hurriedly. The Turk spotted several familiar items and knew this was his. He couldn't believe his luck. Tossing a cautious look over his shoulder, he rummaged through the bag in search of the one thing he really needed. He dug deep, tossing out other items that were just in the way. He looked through all the openings and couldn't find what he was looking for.
"Shit," he swore, trying to think of where the thing could be.
Hey, Tseng?" Randal called out to the Turk trailing behind him.
"What?" the Turk bit back a bit aggressively. Randal sort of irked him. He had caught the man staring at him over the fire last night. Tseng was quite familiar with the look he was giving him and he didn't like it.
"You have a PHS right?"
"Of course."
"Ok, good. Just asking cause mine's been glitching out and we need one working at least. Sorry to inconvenience you."
"We'll be fine," he replied, stepping over an uplifted tree root. "I have one in my other change of clothes."
Remembering where he put it, he shuffled through the few items of clothing he'd brought until he found the device in the pocket of his spare sweater. He turned the device on and smiled in relief once it brought up the loading screen. When the device was fully functional, he pulled up Reno's contact information and sent him a simple text that said "Reno?". He would have called, but he didn't want anyone to hear him talking. It would be quite suspicious.
"Tseng!" the warrior in the living area yelled. The Turk grabbed his clothes and items and stuffed them into the bag before placing it under the bed. He placed the phone underneath there as well and hoped Reno would respond soon. He grabbed the other backpack and returned back to the living area to find the four silver-haired beings finishing up their food.
"Pack that bag so Loz and I can leave soon," he ordered. The Turk nodded and went to the kitchen to fill it up as he was told.
"Mommy," Loz said as he wandered into the kitchen. Tseng turned his attention to the boy and hated himself for now responding to the title as "mommy". He tried to push that thought aside and faced Loz, noting the boy's appearance. He was dressed dark corduroy pants that led into snow boots. His turtleneck was a little snug and he kept tugging at the material around his neck. Tseng found his discomfort to be slightly amusing. He had hated turtle necks as a child as well, but Loz's shirt was probably choking him a bit since it was so tight. The Turk brought forth an image of the boy in his older form and wondered what he'd look like in it. The Turk soon found his answer as the ex-general walked in wearing very much the same thing Loz had on.
His dark turtleneck clung to his muscular and toned physique quite tightly; the material fitted his torso almost like a second skin. The dark jeans he had on lead to heavy, steel toe boots. Tseng had become temporarily enamored with the sight of Sephiroth that he'd forgotten the boy now tugging at his pant legs.
"Mommy!" Loz whined. "Can you pack me some snacks?"
"Um . . . ." he said unsure till he saw Sephiroth nod. "yeah."
Loz smiled and hugged Tseng's legs tightly. "Thank you~!"
The ex-general pulled Loz's clinging form off his legs and started to put on the boy's thick winter coat. Seeing Loz being bundled up like that made him a bit worried about the child's safety, not that being around his homicidal brothers would be much better. Still, he'd rather the child not be out in such hard weather.
"Sephiroth," Tseng began, "I don't think the weather is permissible to take a child out there."
"He'll be fine," The silver haired man said as he zipped up Loz's jacket. He placed a skull cap on the boy's head and wrapped a red scarf around his neck.
"But," he started but Sephiroth was suddenly upon him, mere inches away from his face. He grabbed the Turk by his shirt and pulled him close. Tseng slammed against his rock solid form with a grunt.
"You dare insinuate that I can't take care of my brother? You think me some sort of weakling?" he hissed. Tseng shook his head rapidly. His fear had greatly intensified, especially since he knew what the man was capable of and more. If he wanted to, Sephiroth could beat him to death, and then retrieve his soul from the life stream only to cause him more suffering.
"No," he said, trying to sound steady and firm. "I'm just concerned about . . . my son."
He felt Sephiroth's grip loosen at his last few words. The Turk had only called the boy that to get Sephiroth to calm down. If he thought that Tseng was starting to get attached to the children, perhaps he'd be lenient. The probability of this working was fifty-fifty, but it looked like the coin toss was in his favor. Sephiroth smiled and released his grip on Tseng's now crinkled shirt. His hand caressed the Turk's cheek. His fingers felt unnaturally cold, Tseng noted.
"I won't let any harm come to him. I promise."
Tseng nodded and the hand against the side of his face fell to his chin. It was tilted up and the taller man leaned down to claim Tseng's lips. His lips were surprisingly warm compared to his deathly cold hands. The general slowly moved his lips against the Turks unresponsive ones. His tongue tried to pry his lips open, but the Turk denied him access. Sephiroth chuckled against his lips before pulling back.
"That was terrible. The worst kiss ever," the silver haired man frowned. His lips moved by Tseng's ear and he kissed it softly.
"Maybe, I should kill you for such an awful kiss."
The Turk's eyes went wide with shock. He could feel fear creeping up on him.
"Perhaps I should crack your head open like Kadaj's was, or stop your chest in till your ribs resemble talcum power?"
The Turk then turned his head and captured Sephiroth's lips. He kissed him with as much passion and vigor he could muster. This time, he willingly let Sephiroth pillage his mouth. The man's tongue coiled around his and he moaned as he placed his hands behind the silver haired one's head. His fingers laced into soft, silky silver locks and he gave them a tug, pulling Sephiroth even closer if possible. Their tongues twirled around each other inside and outside their mouths. Lips and teeth clashed in the finals moments before Tseng pulled away, breathing heavily at the intensity.
Sephiroth stood there open mouthed for a moment before his lips pulled back into a crooked smirk.
"Now that's a fucking kiss," he said, sounding very pleased.
Tseng grabbed the backpack he had packed and handed it to Sephiroth. He watched seemingly in a haze as Sephiroth put it on and grabbed Loz's hand. The two silver haired brothers headed for the exit and Kadaj jumped up excitedly as Sephiroth held up his hand to the door and the black light illuminated from his hand.
"It's so cool!" The boy yelled excitedly. The door then flew open without trouble, which surprised the Turk. He would have thought with all the snow there would be some resistance. Sephiroth picked up Loz and waved goodbye to the two boys by the door.
"Be good. And try not to kill each other," he said before he took off at high speed. The door slammed shut and locked again.
"Whooo," Kadaj said as he saw them speed off. "I wanna be fast too!"
The child then started to run around the room making wind noises as if he were moving very fast. Tseng stood there in the center of the kitchen touching his lips, before he bolted to ex-general's bedroom. He shut the door behind him and leant up against the door, which he forgot, was bloody. He was breathing heavily and he placed a hand over his chest. His heart was beating a thousand miles a minute and the rapid beat drummed in his throbbing head.
He had just kissed Sephiroth like his life had depended on it and really it had. Sephiroth's threats were not to be taken lightly and having seen the man revive two dead boys he was terrified of the man's power. Of course he had been fearful before, when the man had summoned meteor and the fate of the world lied in the hands of a few terrorists. But this was fear like he'd never experienced before. It was deep, raw and it evoked an emotion in him he couldn't explain.
The dark haired Turk sank to the floor and laced his fingers into his long dark mane. Such power, he thought as he brought his knees to his chest. The power to restore life after it has been taken. It almost made him want to wretch at the thought. He thought about when his mother had died, and images of Wutai filled his mind. The Turk was a boy of eight then and had just gotten into a fight with a few neighborhood boys that called his mother a whore. He'd beaten the living daylights out of them and though he'd taken a few hits, he still came out victorious. They boy didn't talk much with his mother, but he wanted to tell her what he'd done to protect her honor.
After the fight, he'd rushed home and in his excitement, had slipped and fallen into the many koi ponds they had around the town. He'd fallen pretty hard and felt a lump in his back that was moving erratically underneath him. He stood up quickly and realized he had fallen on a fish. The poor thing's head was bent at an unnatural angle and the Turk remembered how he stood and watched it struggle to swim with a bent head. He'd actually laughed at how stupid it looked moving around like that. Once it finally stopped moving, he chuckled and poked it with a stick.
"Sakana baka! Sakana baka!" he had sung, which roughly translated to stupid fish in Midgarian.
After he had poked the fish's eyes out, he put them in a little pouch he carried with him everywhere. He had sung that song all the way home, and had gotten a strange look from the landlord of his building. He rushed up the old steps to his one room apartment he lived in and opened the sliding door with such vigor the old thing almost slid off.
The boy walked in the room and was confused at what he was looking at. His mother was hanging from the ceiling and her body was jerking oddly, very much like the koi he'd crushed. He didn't say anything as he watched her struggle with the rope around her neck. Tseng had later realized the reason it took her so long to hang herself was that she was very thin. Her neck broke and her struggling suddenly ceased.
He wasn't a boy raised in the wealthy quarter, he knew what pain and suffering looked like and he knew his mother was dead.
All the Turk remembered after that was screaming and yelling for Leviathan to bring her back. He'd even apologized for killing the fish and pulling its eyes out. He had thought that Leviathan had taken his mother because he killed the poor fish. But as much as he screamed and pleaded with his god, she never came back. And now, here he was with a man that actually could bring someone back from the dead! The god of his land had done nothing to save his mother, but this man; this self proclaimed god had brought not only one, but two lives back from the life stream.
That notion alone terrified him and he started to shake. He needed to get out of here, or his remaining sanity would be at risk. Verdot had already taken most of it, so he didn't have any left to spare. As he lifted his head, he noticed a blinking underneath the bed. His eyes went wide and he crawled over to the bed, not caring if he got blood on his clothes. He quickly pulled his phone out from under the bed and covered his mouth in surprise and such relief he could almost cry . . . almost.
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