WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING.
This story has graphic violence, Yaoi, torture, blood, rape, B&D, S&M in it.
This story is NOT suitable for underage readers. Adults only please so if you are a minor do NOT read any further.
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This chapter is much shorter then any previous chapters as I'm finding it truly bothersome to try and write 30+ pages of writing then sit there and proof read 30+ pages of writing and make corrections. So I think the rest of the story will be the same unless I get my Muse back again.
I have left my pervy girls for far too long so I'll submit this short chapter just to let them know that I haven't forgotten them or the story. I have been so busy lately with my art that writing has taken a backward seat. Anyone interested in what else I've been up to or what I look like then you can find me on deviant Art.
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Now to my much loved reviewers!
gunitatsuhiko: Awww, thank you. Yes I am still alive and still writing. Hopefully with shorter chapters I will be posting more frequently now.
1001 Rachel: Hello there, that is so sweet of you. Thank you for coming out of the cupboard and reviewing, I really love to hear what people think of this story. So glad you like the torture going on to, there will plenty more to come.
Elle gal: lmao, yes it is pretty heavy, I do warn people though and I'm afraid it won't get too much lighter in the future, maybe less torture but definitely more blood in the upcoming chapters.
silvermercy: ah my dear, yes you might have to stand in line for a Yazoo alarm clock as I'm most definitely FIRST! And I'm glad you like the yaoi now, I'll have you Rping very soon, Mwha ha ha.
Irene sharda: Thank you so much for the review, I'm glad you get the gist of screaming with a mouthful of metal to. Very gutteral and very careful, hahaha. Yes the play between the boys is wonderful, it's the only time they're nice in this fic so far.
Sallyfromvenice: Well it's wonderful to have you with us on this twisted little journey Sally. I'm with you on loving the boys a little masochistic to, I think it suits them perfectly. And yes while Yazoo is sheer perfection in my eyes, if I was up to no good I'd be hanging out with Kadaj, he's just a bundle of naughtyness in my view. Lots of fun in other words J Hope you enjoy this chapter just as much.
So again, this isn't as long a chapter so I hope there will be no disappointments but hopefully there is enough yummy Kadaj naughtyness to keep you happy for a while.
So Enjoy.
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The smell of fear permeated through the air of the small room, the spiteful young remnant leaned in close to his terrified hostage and inhaled a deep, glorious breath.
His emerald eyes closed momentarily in delight as he did so, greedy for the erotic scent of the boys blood mixed with fear that swirled around heightening his perverse arousal.
It left a heady scent that fired his sexual desire and encouraged further acts of depravation upon the hapless thing in his grasp.
He stared down into the ruined face, it was still beautiful in his eyes. Kadaj considered his handy work a dazzling art form in itself, a purple swollen eye, red ruptured blood vessels that left the outside corner of the boys orb a bloody crimson. One temple coated with dried blood that had now turned almost black. Lips…ahhh those sweet lips, they were bulging to almost impossible extent. Just so right to wrap around a pulsing, hard cock.
Kadaj let his head leisurely dip forward, his cheek gliding gently downwards over the boys soft, quivering cheek till his lips met the delectable fleshy earlobe. It was so cold compared to the rest of his beaten body and Kadaj took the cold appendage into his hot mouth, sucking tenderly before kneading it between his teeth.
His fist still cruelly clenched in the blond silk of the kids hair and he used this hold to turn the boys head slightly to the side, exposing that vulnerable jugular to immediate death should the evil angel wish it.
Instead, Kadaj let his gentle bites travel down the exposed cord. His tongue taking sneaky tastes of salty skin and stray droplets of dried blood, wanting more, he opened his soft lips wide and finally bit down eagerly.
The toy cried out at the sudden sharp pain, squirming uselessly against the secure hold and immediately Kadaj eased his attack, covering the punctured skin with conflicting tender sucks.
The salty, bloody mix assailed his taste buds and Kadaj couldn't contain the slight moan of satisfaction that slipped determinedly up his throat.
The youngest took a steadying breath, slowly he exhaled out of pursed lips, blowing a thin stream of hot air against the boys neck.
Moans of pain from his captive mingled with nervous, uncertain whimpers of pleasure and it sent a swirl of delight through the silver cherubs stomach.
Slowly, gently but forcefully he righted the blonds prone position. Pushing him face first against the door and holding him there, rewarding him by easing his cruel hold…..but only slightly.
He teased himself at the boys expense, rubbing his hard erection that lay hidden beneath constricting black leather against the firm ass in front of him.
Kadaj was sorely tempted to force himself upon his helpless toy right now but the game was too exciting to let it end so abruptly.
This was after all, his game. One he could indulge himself with on occasion and his only outlet form the pressures and heavy burden of leadership. So he played it hard, he played it vicious and he played it most of the time, to the death.
Kadaj grinned wickedly, even though his victim couldn't see the malice behind the smile.
"You've failed them little one," he whispered against the boys ear. "You had your chance to save them, and, you failed. What must they be thinking right now, that you don't care, that your not man enough to come to their rescue?"
The little menace giggled softly at the sudden despair emanating from his plaything, the tenseness of his shoulders and the way his battered lips moved slightly in search of an answer.
Mocking his victims with their own helplessness was one way to rile them up, sometimes it worked and sometimes it reduced them to utter hopelessness. Either response amused Kadaj.
The laboured breathing of the boy caused his body to momentarily push harder against the remnants bulging cock but it was the only response he gave the silver vanquisher.
Kadaj gave him a hard push, his face and body grinding further into the door before he released him altogether.
But, he stayed firmly pressed up against that young, nubile body. Letting him know that this was far from over and escape was not an option. His lethal hands strayed to the boys sides and gently, he ran his fingertips down eliciting another whimper from his captive.
Held between a solid door and a psycho, the blond lowered his head in shame and humiliation. Forehead resting against the barrier that separated him from freedom, separated him from his friends, the thing that was the Bain of his existence right now.
The toys head shot up and his body tensed as the young silver enclosed his arms around the quivering body, chin resting on a stiff shoulder and teasingly, Kadaj flicked the door knob with his fingers just scant inches from the kids grasp.
"All you have to do is reach down and open it, see," the mocking remnant turned the handle, the door opening ever so slightly.
Almost startlingly the blond reacted violently, slamming the door in front of him closed.
"Go to hell!" he growled without turning round to face his tormentor.
The young leader waited a heartbeat before sliding his hands up under his toys shirt. The soft, warm skin delighting his sensitive fingertips as they ran over the slight rise of abdominal muscles. Further up still and they came to the small peaks and Kadaj tweaked the unwilling buds to stiffness. But the boy never made a move, the youngest smiled in all his evil delight.
"Better to stay with me anyway," he half chuckled the comment. "Trust me now my pretty?"
The boy shook his head dejectedly and whimpered, "please, let me go."
Kadaj's fingers left his captives nipples, sliding down till they came to the waistline of his jeans.
"I thought we were having fun, why would you want to leave now?" Kadaj taunted. He reached up with one hand and gripped the blonds throat, firmly holding him in place against him. With his other, strong fingers slipped down between material and skin, getting their first fleshy feel of flaccid velvet cock. It was so much nicer without the hindrance of fabric, warmer, delicate, silky soft cock.
Kadaj already imagining the sensation of that velvet skin between his lips, bringing it to fullness inside his mouth, tasting the leaky drops of pre-cum on his tongue.
His own breath hitched inside his chest as his mind conjured all sorts of sexual positions they could indulge one another.
The blonds head lolled back against Kadaj's shoulder, between clenched teeth and swollen lips he sent the youngest a scornful sneer. "Stay, and be the play thing of the Devil, this is the furthest from fun imaginable," he snarled.
Kadaj stopped dead in his tracks, his mouth opened partly and a smile graced his wet lips. His plaything was still willing to play, amusement quickly taking the place of the lust he was feeling and he removed his hand from the front of the kids pants and studied the blond momentarily.
"That's the problem with kids these days," Kadaj said in a way that a parent would speak to an ignorant child. "They wouldn't know a good time if it jumped up, knocked them out, dragged them off to a secret location and had its way with them," he chuckled at the innuendo and resumed his soft exploratory touches of the kids warm skin.
"I'm sure you'd just love me when you get to know me," the young leader smirked and tightened his encompassing embrace, two bodies touching at every potential point. Kadaj offering the first promised possibilities of the warmth and comfort he was prepared bestow upon a battered and confused future disciple.
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His fear of the maniacal little prick stayed his tongue, the fact that the beatings had been replaced by gentle touches were on one hand a godsend but on the other, sent a whole new series of fears firing across his thought processors.
Andrew sent a silent apology to Jules and Tegan, he couldn't save them. No, not when this silver haired demon-slash-warrior-slash-masochistic fuckhead stood in his way. The boy was just too strong, not to mention mentally unstable on top of that. Drew knew what would happen if he took up the offer of the open door, pain. Over and over again he was experiencing it, on levels he couldn't even begin to put a name to.
His skull felt a breath away from caving in completely and his ripped lips throbbed painfully in time with his heartbeat. He could lie to himself for only so long, that he wouldn't do the things he was starting to realise he would. Things….to save himself, things…he started out believing he never would do.
The pain accumulated, again and again it came till the unthinkable was suddenly very thinkable. The things that he would never do were rapidly becoming the things he wanted to do, more then anything he wanted to do them. If it ended the pain then yes, that's the things he wanted to do.
He had slammed the open door closed, he knew what fuckhead would do to him and Drew wanted no part of it. He would never escape this boy, not unless that psycho little bastard let him. So yes, he slammed it closed. He would slam it closed again to if the little prick opened it and gave him the option. Maybe, that's what he wanted, he wanted Drew to choose to stay. The thought of the mind games this silver menace was playing unnerved the blond, he didn't know the rules and was sure if he did, beasty boy would change them.
The cold dim room prickled at his skin, the only reprieve was the warmth emanating from the body pressed against his back and the gentle hands roaming his body. It suddenly occurred to Drew that his life might forever be changed with the decision he made right now. Could he live with that choice?
Could he look back and say that it was the right choice to make, that he'd done everything he could to protect himself and save the girls. Could he live with himself if the answer was no?
Determined and defiant adrenalin sent a final surge through his system, just maybe, this time would be different. Drew placed his hands on the door and braced himself, 'now or never,' he thought.
With all the force he could, Andrew prepared to smash the back of his head into the face behind him, this was the plan anyway.
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For a fighter as good as Kadaj, you learn to read body language. The tensing muscles, the hands on the door, the slightest twitching of shoulders before the explosion of action. All precursors to what was on the blonds mind and as the boys head came back quickly, Kadaj was already in action.
As the kids momentum was directed backwards, that's the way the youngest took him. Tilting his head to the side to avoid the intended head butt and giving way to force, lightning quick he gripped the boys shoulders, flinging him back and around in a complete 360 degree turn to slam him back up against the door in his original starting position.
Showing his captive that he could and would do anything he wanted, he was here because that's the position Kadaj wanted him in. Anything else was futile, any act of retaliation was useless and the result would always be the same. Pain.
The captive grunted loudly as he impacted the solid surface and Kadaj had him pinned once again against the door, smirking in delight he ruthlessly pushed his frisky plaything even harder into the door, eliciting a whimper of pain from the kid. "Your such a naughty boy," taunted the young leader. "And you want to know what I do to naughty boys?" he let the question hang for a few seconds knowing by now that the blond wouldn't reply.
"This," he simply said. Taking a slight step back, Kadaj launched his knee up hard into the kidney's of the blond, the kid's knee's buckled and he cried out in pain. But before he hit the ground, the silver warriors heavy boot made contact with his ribs sending him skittling across the concrete floor to the far wall.
His toy was broken, Kadaj could hear the painful wheezing of breath coarsely escape those battered lips and the blond didn't even try to rise this time. Oxygen was his only concern right now, the only thing that would be registering in his foggy, pain filled brain. The youngest ambled slowly closer as he watched the spasmodic rise and fall of his boy's chest.
He had broken ribs for sure this time and by the gurgling sound rising up the blonds throat, he had punctured a lung or two.
Blood would leak in through the shredded flesh, slowly filling with the crimson liquid and rendering breathing an impossibilty. He would drown in his own blood, unable to move, totally helpless and at his captors mercy.
The young leader held his hands out to his sides, palms up in an almost divine nature as he closed the distance on his unworthy worshipper.
"You must know your place in our relationship my pet, I am more then you could ever imagine, I am more then you deserve," he effortlessly knelt down beside his toy and continued to enlighten the ignorant child of man.
"Can you not see a God in human form when it appears before you?" he smirked at his embellished self image.
"And what would a God be if he wasn't Merciful?" he continued. 'For I am merciful ,' mused the leader.
He watched the boy as hazy blue eyes tried to focus on him through the cloud of pain, unsure if his theatrics were registering or not.
Kadaj moved a stray, partially blood stained blond lock off the pale face, "I am a leader, soon to be more my innocent young thing. A leader needs to show such qualities as mercy, forgiveness, determination and also intolerance. What should I show you now?" he leaned down till his lips were almost touching his dying playthings.
"You make it so easy to kill you," he whispered before closing the distance and kissing the youth lightly.
Sticky half dried crimson fluid coated his lips as he pulled back but the blue eyes were locked onto his emerald green.
"Just another minute my pet, it will be all over," Kadaj's tone was completely neutral, like it didn't matter in the slightest that he was watching a life extinguish right before his eyes. It actual fact, it didn't, not to him. Not in the greater scheme of things but to the game being played out between the two of them right now, it would have slightly ruined the young leaders day so far.
The youngest remnant sighed, almost regretful in one way that he wouldn't be watching the boy die in front of him right now. Reaching into his pocket he pulled forth a small, blue glowing orb, the swirling patterns held him transfixed for a moment as he considered the healing Materia. They were down to the last two, did his unfaithful toy deserve this gift he was about to bestow upon him. 'Screw what his faithless toy deserved,' Thought Kadaj. 'He owed it to himself. The pleasure this kid would give him was more important.'
But they would seriously have to find replacements very soon if their rare fun times were to continue.
He held the little ball over the blonds head and let the magic do it's work, the boy stiffened in uncertainty as the glow descended upon him but Kadaj griped the top of his head, firmly holding him in place. "Don't move my pretty," he warned.
As flesh melded back together a slight mewling sound came from his charge, Kadaj watched the pain ridden face ease slightly as the damage he'd caused was slowly eradicated.
The fingers of his free hand reached out to touch the boys skin that was so soft to him, still marvelling that there was no trace of stubble or fine hairs at all on his cheeks or chin.
The ruined lips conforming to regularity and bruised skin resuming that pale tone as close to Kadaj's that he'd seen for a long time.
The toy was mending, ready perhaps, to be broken all over again.
Kadaj amused himself with his thoughts as he watched the healing process.
'I will be, if anything, a generous ruler in that regard,' he thought to himself. 'Something that my predecessor couldn't claim.'
His hackles rose slightly as he thought about the one that came before him, if he was so damned good, he wouldn't have perished at the end of a wannabe's sword. Sephiroth's time had come and gone, time for Kadaj to play the game.
Where the silver General failed, Kadaj was determined to succeed, but not in the way that was expected of him. His course was set, the subtle plan kept secretly away in the corner of his mind, closed off from all, his secret and it would stay that way till it was too late for any to alter the course.
He had moments of weakness when he wanted to share his burden, but the risk was too great. Yazoo, closest to his heart would not even understand the course he had mislead them on. And to tell him would doom them all, Yazoo couldn't close his mind off like Kadaj could. The one that guided their path would hear Yazoo's thoughts and Kadaj wasn't sure what would happen if this mutiny was discovered. His brothers would understand when it was all done anyway, why risk everything just to ease his dilemma.
He was leader and it was his burden. He carried this weight on his shoulders and suffered it alone because it was for their benefit so he presumed his brothers had to understand in the end, if they didn't, he could deal with it then. They would all be free so it would be worth it, any sacrifice that he made along the way would be worth the final outcome, he had no doubts in his mind.
The pretty things that he collected along the way to amuse himself with were a great release for his challenged mind, they suffered so he would not. He had heard the saying of a fine line between Genius and insanity, well he loved to cross that line so that the intellect inside of him could take a well earned break. He knew what he was, he was a master player in the game of life. And he was not about to let HIS life come to an end anytime soon. When he could play out his unstable thoughts on his prey through the games he amused himself with, it brought on a more peaceful state of mind.
If he felt overwhelmed and in need of comfort, he would tell his toys what his plans were, of course it doomed them to death but actually telling someone often lifted the weight from his shoulders. Sometimes he found the solutions to his problems just by speaking of them to his playthings, he of course thanked them politely for helping with his dilemma before ending any chance of them retelling his tale to anyone. But in actual fact Kadaj killed most of them anyway, only the ones that truly loved him survived the encounter and lived. He couldn't risk loose ends so those that showed deep devotion to him were given reprieve from their unimportant life.
A whimpered moan brought him back to the moment and his previous conversation with the boy, his little blond back to normal and testing his limbs.
The young leader sighed as if in disappointment. "A God chooses mercy, an act of love for his disobedient disciple," he gave the boy one final tender touch as he slid the orb back into its hiding place.
The blond rose only slightly, keeping his face downwards and refusing to look at his captor as he spoke. "You're no God you sadistic bastard, you're just a bully who can use his fists! Gods don't bleed, I saw you bleed." A slight convulsion ran throughout his recovering body and his arms shook to hold him upright. "Before, at the lights last night…you bled, Gods don't bleed."
Kadaj blinked in surprise and an evil smirk graced his lips. "Not a God, how can you say that?" He almost yelled the insult back and leapt catlike up to his feet in a single bound, gripping the back of the kids hair tightly, he yanked the almost rag-doll form to his feet as well. Looking into those beautiful blue eyes Kadaj shook his head in bewilderment. "Just you wait till I have you on the bed with my cock rammed up your ass and see if you're not screaming out OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD?"
With that he flung the boy over towards the bed and quickly followed on the heels of his flying toy.
"And how many times have you ever smashed your fucking knee into the face of a God and not have it bleed you little asswipe?" he chuckled.
The young leader gave the youth no time to defend himself, He lined his palm up with the back of the boys neck and brought it down just hard enough to stun the lad. The plaything cried out in pain and crumpled on the bed, content to lay face down and still at last.
Lowering himself to straddle his fucktoys pert ass, Kadaj moaned in appreciation of his living, breathing entertainment.
His hands glided down from those protruding shoulder blades to the small of the kids back.
"I think it's about time you got out of these tacky clothes and slipped into something more comfortable….like me for instance," he chuckled at the obscene remark.
"Get the hell off me you sick prick!" yelled the desperate blond.
Kadaj chuckled, a contemplating look came over his spiteful cherub face and he ground his teeth together. "Yeah well….I really don't want to…..in fact….I want to be all over you…rubbing my huge cock against yours….you'd love that wouldn't you, you little slut." he sadistically taunted the blonde.
The boy was attempting to hold himself in check, trying not to show any weakness before his tormentor. The scornful retort coming out as a half sob - half snarl, like a child defending itself just before bursting into tears. "Your fucking insane…you and your fucking inbred, vile, disgusting kin…..your all fucking insane!" screamed the kid.
Kadaj sighed looking slightly more then annoyed, amused none the less by the boy continuing to defy him. "You know…..that's a very nasty thing to say about my brothers, and quite frankly…..I'm a little fucking pissed that you would even think such things about them." He purposefully left out the fact that the insult was directed at him as well.
His swing in personality coming through again and Kadaj knew it must be terribly un-nerving for his pet.
Smiling manically, his tone changed to mirth. "Now….. Do you want to be on top…..or can I?" he taunted the kid.
The uncertain blonds face fell into the bed sheets as he hesitated in his response, searching the woven cotton for a reasonable answer for this psychotic half grown man/child. "Don't touch me," he finally whimpered.
These battles of wills with his captives excited Kadaj, almost as much as the act of violence he performed upon them.
"Boy…..I'll be doing more then touch you." delighted Daj. "I'll leave you so damaged… you'll never be able to look at yourself in the mirror again without thinking of me." he grinned evilly.
"I just love that pained look on my baby's face when I open him for the first time. Nothing looks as pretty as a boy's face grimacing in pain as I take his virginity…." the blonde started chuckling despite his tormented suffering and the Kadaj scowled down, unsure and irritated that he might have actually broke his toys mind.
"And what are we laughing at?" he raised one eyebrow in question as the blond lowered his face back down into the sheets and gave another slight chuckle, it then occurred to the silver youth.
His lips formed an disapproving thin line, "Oh, so I won't be your first then huh?" he sullenly asked.
The boy lifted his head looking all to pleased with himself, "No…..not even close," he sneered.
Kadaj brightened somewhat, "well….I guess you just qualified for a whole new level of pain then you little fag."
He lifted his weight just enough and roughly forced the boy onto his back, settling himself down again with his toy secured beneath him. Daj smiled and shifted his hand to the boys face, stroking his cheeks softly and again noting the absence of any stubble, maybe he was younger then the silver leader thought, what a bonus.
"Pretty-pretty-pretty." chanted Daj as he cruelly pinched the boy's cheek and shook it.
"Don't touch me." whimpered the teenager.
Kadaj just loved his unwillingness to cave in.
"Your loven it….." sniggered Daj. "I know your slutty little ass wants my cock jammed so far up it…." laughed the maniacal silver boy.
Kadaj grinned in spite and lowered himself fully to lay atop of his wilful plaything and continued.
"Can I tell you as secret?" He leaned in further and planted a rough kiss those soft lips, his brows rose in surprise as the newly healed appendages responded by pouting at the contact, in effect, kissing him back. Whether it was an automatic response or not Kadaj wasn't sure, he just knew it excited him to have the blond respond to him in such a way.
He held the kiss just a fraction longer then usual before pulling away, those Caribbean blue eyes looked up to him, glassy and nervous but there was no verbal retort following.
Kadaj continued regardless of this new course. "I really do like to cause pain, he whispered, "it's a nasty little vice I have." He slyly reached down between himself and the nervous blond, grabbing a cruel hold on the toys balls, grinning as he squeezed hard.
The kid cried out, his mouth opening wide as he flung his head back and bellowed. The sight of that open cavern sent all sorts of wicked thoughts through Kadaj's sadistic mind and he couldn't help but open his own lips in a perfect imitation of the youth laying in pain underneath him.
He didn't waste that perfect moment, his hold eased as his lips descended. A whimpered cry escaped the blond teens throat and Kadaj swallowed it down as his hungry mouth devoured his toys. His fingers so cruel only a second ago delivered gentle touches to ease the ache. And the captive responded well, the young leaders urgent lips were met, with another groan the blonds mouth opened willingly and Kadaj felt his pets gentle hands upon his leather clad back, pulling the Remnant into him.
His pet had obviously come to the decision of pleasure was preferable then pain and was fully prepared to indulge his demanding vanquisher.
The youngest silver gave a soft moan of his own, "see, this is so much nicer then fighting me. If you give yourself to me, I can spare you from so much pain in the future," he groaned between deep, sweet kisses.
The blonds hands were moving over his back now, daringly and yet still somewhat hesitant, his body writhed ever so slightly under his. The friction of cock upon cock, separated by clothing but still feeling the unmistakable hard flesh that promised such wonders.
His plaything whimpered, "it doesn't matter what you do, you will all die for what you've done!" their lips continued to tease, taste and close on one another as the conversation went on.
"Is that so?" murmured Kadaj and tested the boy by inserting his tongue between luscious lips he'd previously smashed to a pulp. He had no regrets about healing them what-so-ever now.
The blond immediately sucked the hot, wet muscle further into his own mouth, giving it a flick before replying.
"that is so," and gave a small buck with his hips grinding further into the silver fighter.
Kadaj was getting heated, his kisses turned urgent and he slipped a hand under those silky blond tresses, gripping the boys head and pulling him harder into his mouth.
"How can you say that when you love me like this?" his lips faltered a fraction of a second as he grinned at the arrogant remark.
They both paused then as the blond smiled back, "oh you will be dead as soon as Tegan's father finds out what you've done, maybe I won't matter but if you so much as touch her, you won't live to see the next day!"
"Really! said Kadaj in amusement, pinching his bottom lip between his teeth he studied the boy and this new path they were heading down.
"So….who is this vicious killer?" Kadaj gave the kid a mock shiver of terror.
The blond tilted his head slightly, this was the very first time he'd seen even the slightest hesitation on his captor and he attempted to push it home. "You have no idea what he is capable of, or the ties he has!"
Kadaj briefly wondered if his toy was bluffing, he never liked leaving anyone alive when they could pose a threat to him later on. If this was true and by taking the shrew they would procure an enemy, then he wanted to know about them.
He encouraged the boy to continue. "Well…..I'm fucking shaking in my boots here if you couldn't tell…so please, spare me the suspense, who is my executioner?"
Any enemy of their's was to be eliminated before there was a real chance of threat.
"Max Hamilton!" gasped the kid.
Kadaj gave the boy a quizzical look and shook his head. "And…. who the fuck is he?"
"He's the most influential man around and a friend of Rufus Shinra! And if Max doesn't kill you Rufus will!"
Kadaj shot a concerned look to the door.
"Rufus Shinra," he absently mumbled. "Her father knows Rufus Shinra?" he finally showed concern.
"Yes!" smiled the boy. " And so does she! Still want to kiss me you bastard?"
Rufus fucking Shinra, the small blond female from the crater had revealed that name. She had told the young leader after they broke her that he had Jenova. Right now….Rufus' name was on Kadaj's most wanted list.
He suddenly had leverage for the game to end all games. This would be the ultimate contest, the biggest mind fuck he could possibly perform on the all players involved.
'Fucking hell' thought Kadaj and looked down at the smirking boy beneath him.
"You know…you can just wipe that smile right off your fucking face you little shit." blurted the Silver boy.
He brought his fist back and slammed it as hard as he dared into the youth's jaw knocking the blonde out completely. The youngest vaulted off the informative plaything and charged out of the room heading for Yazoo's little chamber of horrors. 'Thank the heavans for talking toys' he thought.
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So there you go my dears
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