Ten Reasons Why Sephiroth Hates His Brothers: Chapter 9
Oh my god, what's this? She actually updated?!
Reason 9: They steal his fangirls
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Just kidding. Here's the real chapter.
The Real reason 9: Four Reasons Why Kadaj Loves His Brothers
Reason 1: There's always someone he can cast the blame on.
Sephiroth hates pink. He was a manly man for mother's sake. Pink was not his color. So why was his underwear, his socks, his shirt…practically all his clothes, pink? That was what he asked the brothers, who were usually the ones in charge of cleaning. Yazoo slipped out before confrontation reached him, leaving the agitated older brother with his younger ones. Kadaj, oh how he loved his elder brother Loz, shoved the poor man at the silver inferno, then dashed out of there as soon as possible.
"It was mean of you to use Loz as a substitute," Yazoo snapped the book shut, giving the giggling youth a look of apathy.
"I'll make it up to him later. Loz always forgives me. And you never told me that I have to separate the white from the reds in the wash." The young man with the feline attributes sneaked a peak out of the room and smiled as Sephiroth-nii-chan chased Loz across their tiny apartment room.
"Well, now you know." Yazoo's mutter was inaudible over the other brother's scream.
Reason 2: Sharing is Caring.
"Now you listen to me," the eldest brother hissed, a silver haired snake in their face. The three stood before him in a row similar to that of an execution line. The one with the long silver hair stood with a resolute calmness, so unlike a few hours ago, when he had been reeling drunk. The other two looked down in submission, afraid of their eldest brother's wrath. Finding the liquor was only an accident on their part.
"And you listen carefully," Sephiroth walked up to the one in the middle, Kadaj, leering in his face. The young man stepped back a few steps, frightened. "Don't you ever," he moved on to Loz, and spat as he stabbed a finger at his chest. "Ever. Touch my things again. Even if it looks like Lemon POP!" He hollered, and Kadaj pressed against Loz, cowering in fright. Loz was no help in comforting his brother, being scared stiff himself, and the two shivered like a pair of stripped down chicken facing a boiling pot of oil.
Sephiroth turned, finally through with his rant. The other two waited, then turn to commence Yazoo for his stiff faced exhibit in such a dangerous position. Both backed away when they saw the unusual green tint in their brother's face.
Suddenly, the swords man turned, about to say something else. Yazoo fell forward, letting out a gurgle and a sickening gag. Sephiroth caught the boy, a look of 'I-should-have-expected-this' smeared all over his pale face. Just like how the chunks of lemon pop alcohol were now smeared all over his boots. Kadaj, on seeing his dear older brother throw up, felt his stomach turn a somersault. Leaning on Loz, he made a sound similar to Yazoo's. Loz's face paled, mirroring Sephiroth's horror.
The love must be shared.
Strange, huh, actually updating this one year old story. I think most of the people reading this are gone. Oh well, new audiences? I promised that I got a bit better after a year. Well, this chapter is actually split into two parts for a nice and fast read. Don't want to be crowding you guys with words.
Why four reasons and not ten? Cause my muse refuse to cooperate with that many.
Hope this was worth the wait...for those of you still out there.