Wow, guys, it is just like me to do that! I'm really sorry for not updating as fast as I should. I figured I should get these chapters done, because for the next while after this, I'm going to be really busy. Hope you guys don't hate me. Enjoy this next chapter! And I'll be posting another one tomorrow to make up for the time I've been stalling.

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Wrong Turn

Chapter 13

When Yazoo awoke, it wasn't like he had thought it would be. At first he thought he had died. The warm white light was welcoming, yet he had been denied its comfort. Did mother not wish for him to enter the heavens because he did not deserve to be there? Or because he had not pleased her enough, and needed to stay on earth until he had?

However, after he opened his tired eyes, he noticed that he was in a simple room, with a small bed he had been placed upon, and a little nightstand next to where he lay. In the far left corner there was a small oak desk, its color contrasting the pale blue walls. On the right-hand wall there was a slightly aged window, covered by velvet curtains. It wasn't heaven, but he was pleased he wasn't in shackles or anything. Hell, there wasn't even anybody keeping watch over him.

His head throbbed. He raised a gloved hand up to where he was in pain, and felt a bandage over his cut. Confused, Yazoo reacted by examining the rest of his body. He noticed that there were more bandages along his body, including one on his arm that had a red tint on it. The blood that that cursed blonde had made him shed. He could only cringe as he slowly remembered the fight.

He laid his head back onto the pillow, trying to relax. If only he knew where he was! He could only assume that whoever took him in was kind, as they had tended to his wounds. But if he wasn't near his home, then how would return to his brothers?

No. He didn't care for them anymore. They were useless to him now. They only ever got in his way, giving him orders, and not letting him do anything for himself. Without them, he was free now.

The remnants ears perked up as he heard footsteps somewhere outside his room. He wondered where the person was going for a short amount of time, before the sound of feet approached with a slow speed. His eyes widened. They were coming towards him!

Before Yazoo even had time to try and escape, the person entered his small room, disturbing any peace he might have had. The light slowly crept its way into the gloomy bedroom, stinging the remnant's eyes, and temporarily robbing him of his sight. As Yazoo blinked to regain his vision, he could see the figure approaching. Who was that?

"You're awake?" the voice asked "So, you're okay then?"

Yazoo could only roll his eyes. How obvious was it that the person who tried to kill him, was now checking up on him? It's what always happened in the books he read. However, it still didn't stop him from wondering why Cloud hadn't killed him.

"Hello?" Cloud asked, after receiving no response.

Yazoo's long silver hair fell over his face as the voice startled him from his small thought. He moved it out of the way, and looked at the blonde with his entrancing eyes.

"Fine." He replied quietly, receiving a perplexed look from his companion.

"What?" Strife asked another question.

"I'm fine." Yazoo told him, making sure he understood this time.

Cloud paused for a moment, looking at him with blank, yet mysterious eyes, before nodding. Yazoo didn't understand the blonde's emotions. He never had.

"Anything you need?" Fenrir's owner asked hesitantly, as if the words spoken were poisonous.

"I need out of here..." he thought. He silently shook his head at Cloud, causing his hair to fall back down in front of his face, almost as if it were a curtain. He didn't want to admit it, but Yazoo was scared. He had been through so much in this past day (or days. He wasn't really sure how much time had passed now.), and he couldn't take much more of it. To suddenly be assisted by your enemy is such a strange feeling. It made him feel confused, nervous, and somewhat weak; nobody wants help from somebody they hate.

Unknown to Yazoo, Strife nodded again, giving a small sound of acknowledgement, before walking towards the door again. The remnant's ears perked up as he heard the sound of shoes hitting against wood. The blonde was finally leaving. He could finally be alone again; it felt like Cloud had been in there for ages, when in reality it had only been a few moments.

The sound of the shoes did not die down as Strife left, but simply came to a sudden halt. Kadaj's sibling was confused, but not alarmed, and resumed with his thoughts.

"I'm sorry.." He heard faintly, barely making out the words.

Silver hair shifted out of the way as he turned his head, allowing Yazoo to see Cloud standing at the small doorway, with his back turned towards him.

"Huh?" was all the remnant could say.

"I said I'm Sorry." Cloud repeated. When he got no reply, he took it as a bad sign, and resumed his explanation.

"Tifa saw the fight, and came out just before I could.." he paused, and shook his head, not wanting to get into too much detail. He didn't want to remind Yazoo that he had almost died. That would scare him even more. Not to mention lose the small amount of trust he had in him.

"She told me to give you a chance. I don't know why she wants me to, after you all tried to kill me.." Cloud continued "…But I guess I can't argue with her. She made me take you inside and help you…That's why you're here."

Yazoo could only stare. The information he had just been told was…well, random to say the least. He had not expected that from the blonde at all. Hospitality was something he was not used to. Not that he was complaining; he couldn't remember the last time he had been in a decent bed, and not sleeping on the floor, with nothing but a filthy rug underneath him. He could almost say that Cloud was being nice. Almost.

The blonde walked out of the room, closing the door behind him, leaving a puzzled, yet relieved Yazoo, to think about what was going to happen. He didn't know where he was going to go after this. He probably wasn't going to go back to his brothers, he had already decided that. Maybe he could find his own little home, where he could try and start a normal life. As normal as a remnant's life could be anyways. He just hoped he wouldn't wind up in a cardboard box on the street.

He shook the thought out of his head. That wouldn't happen. He could take care of himself.

And he would be fine on his own.

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A/N: Okay, so I know this isn't the best chapter, but it's mainly because I wanted to get Yazoo's thoughts and feelings in.

Sorry if Cloud seemed a bit OOC. It was the best way I could make him explain everything to Yazoo. I tried!

Also, if you guys haven't figured it out yet, this stories coming to an end soon. There's only about two or three more chapters left. But there'll probably be a sequel, if anybody wants me to. Feel free to tell me if you do.

Thanks for reading, and putting up with my lazy butt. R&R, thanks for the faves/reviews/alerts!