A/N: Hello, I decided to do a second season introducing new characters and this will be the last chapter. Thank you for being here with me, and I hope you and your family are healthy and ok. Stay safe and if it's possible, stay home. Love and hope is my wish for you. BLACK LIVES MATTER. Disclaimer: I don't make money with this writing and characters belonged to Square Enix.

Unusual Signs

"…Play with me, brother, that's the only way to escape. We'll all play together at the very end."

Kadaj put the finger over his lips and whispered in his ear, "Watch out, tell Loz and get ready, the nightmare is coming," and then, caressing his hair, took his katana out from nowhere, and stabbed him in the stomach. Yazoo looked at his blood, oozing from the wound, and dripping over Kadaj's hand.

"This is a sacrifice, brother, submit."

Yazoo shook his head, tried to protest, though the words didn't come out of his mouth, the pain and fear for the incoming death were enormous.

He woke up suffocating, bringing his hand to the belly, and then to his eyes, frowned. Tears were Loz's thing. Already having lost sleep, he got out of the bed, closed the bedroom door, and followed to the kitchen. Tomorrow, he will spend the first night at the new house, in Middle Edge, as called the new neighborhood grew around Edge's concrete jungle, still at an affordable price for his pocket.

He turned on the lights, picked up the kettle, and filled it with water to make tea, wondering about his dream. He was excited about his new home, and last week he met his nephew, Loz's baby, Michael. The baby, though having Tifa's brown eyes, their unmistakable silver hair was there, and it reminded him of Kadaj. Hence the dream, probably. Life has been pleasant since the last year. He liked his job, motors, guns, finally, he was allowed to buy them, and along with his motorbike Velvet Nightmare 2, was his other precious possession. He had a boyfriend, and though he hadn't told him yet, Reno was his love. He smirked, wondering how destiny could put his former enemy with this new role in his life, but the noise coming from the living room took him out of his thoughts.

Reno has forgotten the window opened, hitting on the old wood frame with the wind.

Yazoo let the kettle over the sink, closed the window, and looked at the desolated landscape. It was a windy night, rummaging the dried trees in the yard, and a shadow played with his imagination. Yazoo narrowed his eyes, focusing in the backyard, but it was nothing. Maybe he was still impressed with the dream, but he could swear to had seen a man outside. Lost on his thoughts, he didn't notice Reno coming out of his room, "Hey, princess, what's going on?"

"I closed the window you've let opened."

"Hum, sorry. C'mon, I'll warm you up and tell you a bedtime history, a very naughty one," Reno enlaced both hands over Yazoo's thin waist, kissing him on the neck with a grin.

Smirking, Yazoo veered his head to the window again, "I've never paid attention to those creepy trees."

Reno stretched his neck forward, also looking at the window, "Did you have a nightmare with them or did you feel sick like that day in the work?"

Yazoo shook his head, somehow, talking about this with Reno could lead to other subjects he didn't feel like sharing. At least, not until understanding it. The same about the weakness that fell upon him last week. That day in the work certainly was the worse, but the entire week, Yazoo felt tired without reason.

"I'm not sick, it was just strain for working, I'm perfectly fine, and unless they obliged me, I won't step at Shinra Hospital, got it?"

"Ok, I hope you're not pregnant, who could tell with your alien cells," Reno said chuckling, and Yazoo narrowed his eyes at him, "Someone here would like to sleep in the copter tonight?"

Reno leaned against Yazoo's neck, sniffing to his hair, "No, princess, and even if you'd grown up tentacles, we'll make it work. Damn, you smell so good," hands sliding to grope his ass, "I'm awake, and I wanna blowjob,"

"Humph, such a perv, the max I can do for you is tea. Do you want some?"

Reno shook his head with a smirk," Blowjob!" and rolling his eyes, Yazoo turned to look at the window and pointed at the mist, "Does Shinra know why is it here?"

"All that I know, it's a natural phenom like me wanting to get into your pajamas," Reno smirked, but Yazoo slapped his hand from getting literally inside his pants, "We need to rest, Reno, tomorrow you have boxes to carry, and I have a lot to do, the earning comes after the working," and blinked at him with a sassy face.

"All the boxes you want, princess." Reno sighed, "I'm glad that you're moving near to me, but you could be moving with me, eh?"

Yazoo chuckled and turned to face him, " Oh, not again, I told you that I need space for my stuff," and pulled him by the hand, "Let's come back to bed and forget about the tea."

"And the blowjob?" Reno grinned following him to the room. Yazoo chuckled, veering his head with a look that made the redhead gasp in lust, "Let's see."

Next Morning

"Reno, I'm going outside to turn on my bike, ok?"

"Ok, I'm following in a sec."

Yazoo climbed down the porch's steps, went to the garage to fetch his bike, parked it in the entrance, and returned to lock the pantry.

The same noise he has heard at night.

Instantly, Yazoo felt the thin hair of his nape bristling, and a nagging feeling for a long time forgotten.

Reno went outside and found Yazoo stopped, in front of the fences staring at the wastelands. He touched on Yazoo's shoulder, and his reward was a defensive blow on his arm, strong enough to hurt.

"Ouch! What the fuck! Who did you think it was?"

Yazoo gasped, looking momentarily confused, "I'm sorry," and massaging his shoulder, Reno came closer, standing by his side, "What happened, why are you scared, Yazoo?"

"I'm not scared, Reno, it was nothing, probably a raccoon."

Reno turned to the wastelands, "What have you seen there?" and pointed at the vast desert area ahead of the fences.

"Nothing, Reno, I guess it was an animal," staring at him, Reno turned on his electric rod and passed ahead of him, "Why are you with this? You don't need to burn the animal, this is cruelty, Reno."

"And if it's not an animal? At what were you weirdly looking?"

Yazoo didn't know what to answer, his heart and mind felt a disturbing emptiness. A weird absence of himself, worst than the death sensation in the dream, and that noise he couldn't explain like a soft buzzing in the air.

"At nothing, I was concentrated and you surprised me, forgot that I have a high score in self-defense, eh, Turk?" he said smirking.

"Uh-uh."

Not convinced, Reno scanned the backyard, and the only noise was the wind, crackling those creepy dried trees in the yard. Bored with Reno's useless searching, Yazoo looked at his phone, "I'll be late to work."

"Whatever it could be, already left, but I'll take a better eye around," he said still flashing his rod close to the bay, "I can fly you to work, forgot it?" Reno pointed with his rod the Shinra's helicopter parked in the back of the house with a chuckle, "There's no chance something had got in there with the new blindage."

Yazoo rolled his eyes, " Reno, I won't get to work in a Shinra's copter, so, I'll lock the house. See you later," and smooched Reno's lips, following to the porch, "Did I send you the new address?"

Reno waved from the yard, still looking for the supposed trespasser, "Yep, princess, see you there, and this is prejudice, you know, you should accept your man in the way he is."

Shrugging his shoulders with a chuckle, Yazoo followed to the motorbike. The rest of the day, he barely had time to mull over the dream, anxious to finish his tasks and move to his new home.

Shinra Company

" …And I would shit in the corner of this polished marble floor, Vincent."

Vincent smirked, remembering about his friend. He was surprised in not seeing Nanaki there, as well as other members of the council. He fastened his steps, judging himself late, but when he entered the fancy room, there was only Rufus Shinra sat in the oval table waiting for him. All the other seats were empty, and Vincent veered his eyes at the wall clock, "Good morning, Rufus, where are the others?"

As soon he asked, Cloud entered the room, greeted both men with a nod, and did the same question. Rufus straightened some papers and, then, veered his head at them, " Good morning sirs, today, will be just us," and gestured with his hand to they sit down, flashing his business-like smile. Both men looked at him with questioning eyes

Vincent crossed his hands over his chest, already premeditating troubles ahead, "Because?" and Cloud nodded his head, supporting his friend and turned to Rufus with a glare.

Rufus sighed, the smile vanishing from his face, giving place to a line on his forehead. Dear Gods, from all of them, deal with Vincent Valentine and Cloud Strife was the worst, they simply knew how to make him feel uncomfortable through those fake threatening eyes and ideological crap. Such a rustic manner, common from the slums, were suited to Cloud Strife, but never to Vincent Valentine, and it surprised him.

"After my healing, some could calling me a mystic, and maybe I'm, but from everyone in the world, we know best that signs should not be ignored. I tried to connect with the planet, understand it, and this is why only we are here today."

Valentine circled the table, "What exactly are you asking from us, Rufus?" and walked towards the chair near to Rufus, but didn't bother to seat, finding that speak weird to someone like Rufus.

"It would be better if you both sit, it's hurting my neck to speak with two people standing instead of sitting."

Vincent pulled a chair, and sat, looking at Rufus' well-shaved face. Pretty rich boy, always looking like he had just showered, fresh, perfumed, and what in the hell that sleeky brat wanted for his advantage, otherwise, he wouldn't lose his time with him and Cloud. The last time was the same thing, the real interest behind saving the planet's speeches included himself and his beloved company.

"I'm glad that I have your attention, Vincent," and Rufus veered his head at Cloud that rolling his eyes, pulled a chair and sat, speaking on his usual gloomy voice, "Do you mind getting to your point, Rufus?"

"I hate dealing with warriors. Where are the old good mercenaries when you need them?" he mentally answered sorting out pictures above the table, " We found recent seismic motions close to Northern Crater and also Niebelhein, no one related to our wells."

Both, Vincent and Cloud, stretched their necks ahead, looking at the pictures of what seemed intense mako's leaking around all the globe. Each image had a graphic showing the intensity of the flow and its dates.

"Where is it, closer to the old Reactors?" Cloud spatted, glaring at him and Rufus shook his head, " No, it's not mako from the deactivated reactors, Cloud, but spots from the meteor fall. It's pure lifestream."

Cloud narrowed his eyes while Vincent silently stared at the pictures and Rufus.

"The graphic shows a decrease in the lifestream flow until they established again, both pre and post advents. You can see how low the level of natural mako poured out on these points at those specifics dates."

"During the cataclysm, it was evident the planet was dying, Rufus," Cloud again, and Rufus pretended to not noticing the implied provocation and continued his speech.

"That's correct, Cloud, however, it never had any mako's extraction in these areas, and Avalanche knows exactly where our mining sources are, so let's not digress, and please look at those."

Vincent and Cloud glanced at each other, and now that he got the two men paying attention at him, Rufus returned to his explanation.

"And Sephiroth arises, one time, it increased the leaking here," Rufus returned his eyes at Vincent, pointing at the dates, and the high pics of mako activities, and then veered his head at Cloud, "Two times," and marked on another graphic the same activity two years later, " The third leaking here, between the present date and the second flow down of lifestream, brought the brothers back to the planet."

Then, Rufus pulled a graphic out of the pile, " This one is from six months ago, the same leaking with the intensity of two years ago."

Cloud took the picture on his hand, Goblin Area, and he could understand the line of Rufus' analysis, though it didn't tell what he wanted with them.

Rufus stared at them, "Without sugar coating, we have Yazoo and Loz back, and I believe he's alive, somewhere. C'mon Vincent, a green mist hovering atop of melted Northern Crater? Monsters appearing now and then from nowhere? I'm committed to rebuilding the system, I can't notice this, and let it pass without at least, one singular observation."

"Which is?"

"The supernatural gifts from both of you. I unsuccessfully put my staff to cover this, and I'll provide you two with all the possible tech we could dispose of. I don't have your abilities, enhancement, or even part of your acknowledgment about fighting Sephiroth, and if I'd have I'd do this by myself."

Vincent tilted his head, "What do you fear?"

"Another riot, madness, and suffering. Imagine Geostigma back, and our children, Cloud?"

Cloud cast down his eyes, but Vincent remained looking at him and asked Cloud for the pictures on his hand, glancing at them.

Rufus narrowed his eyes, his expression changed from cold to annoyed, "If this planet cripple again my friends, I'm sure there will be nothing to be called as one's possession anymore. It goes for Grimoire's Farms and Avalanche Stamp, too."

Vincent chuckled and stood up from the chair, "Give some work to your guys, Rufus, I'm not your associate, have a good evening."

"You are my guy in this, Vincent."

"No, I'm not." Vincent nodded at Cloud and followed towards the door, but Rufus continued, "We're talking about her son, Vincent, and I felt I should tell you."

In one second, Vincent got closer to Rufus's face and snarled at him. Even backing off on his chair, Rufus sustained his glare at Valentine, but one of his hands covertly slid under the table, reaching for the panic button.

"I monthly come here because I care for the planet, not your cause, neither your company, we both know here what do you fear, Rufus, and it's the loss of your power," and fast as a bullet, Vincent left through the door.

Cloud had a grave face, not bothering with Vincent's passionate reaction, and stood up from the chair, "Send me the coordinates and all that you have about this research," and stood up from the chair. Already on the door, he veered his head, "I mean everything, I don't wanna be surprised, Rufus, or I won't help you."

"Of course, Cloud, thank you."

Alone in his room, Rufus let out a sigh, one of the panels in the wall opened and Tseng came out, on his usual posture, " Sir?"

Rufus relaxed in the chair, stretching the knot on his necktie, " I'm fine," and drank the water Tseng served him.

"The car is ready to leave, Sir."

"Good," Rufus stood up from the chair with great difficulty, and helped by Tseng, took his walking stick, and left through the door in the wall.

"Tseng, I need to double eye the brothers," Tseng nodded, noticing the president's grimace when the took the first step, "Does Reno still watches Yazoo?" and again the head of the Turks nodded, "Yes, sir."

"Good, keep Reno on the track."

Tseng held Rufus' arm through the small passage, leading them to the private parking, and Elena, already there, opened the van's door, and settled the frail president in the car. She contoured the car to take her seat, but Tseng stopped her.

"You're dismissed from now on, I'll drive the president, and Elena, please take care of his requests."

Elena nodded a frustrated 'yes sir' and followed to the building while Tseng ented the car.

"Let's go to Healing Lodge, we're late for the appointment. Is the jet ready for later?"

"Yes, sir."

Rufus leaned back in the leather bench, glancing at the window. "Good."

~~~/~~

Cloud wasn't in a rush, and despite what people said about the wastelands, he liked to drive through the desert. It soothed his mind, but even the arid landscape had changed too over the past few months, showing green bush here and there.

They said the planet acted on its terms to purify itself, but another monster appeared in the cold lands of Icicle Inn. Weird place to occur that, since it was the first one they cleaned it up. When the green mist arose, it prooved to the believers, Lifestream was no legend and would heal the land for good. However, skeptics like Cloud thought differently. Gathering pieces of information through his own and reliable sources, he found out on his hands an unsolved puzzle, and especially after that meeting with Rufus. One could say he was paranoid or even bored, but oh, no, Cloud loved his ordinary life without having to wake up, wondering if the world would die if he fails.

He passed in front of Yazoo and Loz's house, and judging by the rent's placard in the entrance, Yazoo is already moving to the new place. Cloud slowed down his motorbike and deviated his way in the road. If Yazoo would be at home, what he considered unlikely, he could say that stopped to offer help with the moving as he was in the way. It would sound awkward because it was not like him at all, but fuck it. They could be in danger too.

Apart from being a shabby cottage, the handy brothers improved what they got. They were returning the house in a better state than they found. Cloud dismounted, took off his goggles, and looking for signs he doesn't even know if they existed, he circled the empty yard and followed to the porch. Through the window, he saw boxes neatly packed in a corner of the living room, the few pieces of furniture were still there. He spun the doorknob, it was locked. Sighing, Cloud went to the backyard. After finishing his investigation from the outside, he felt pretty stupid at imagining the brothers involved in those events. Loz was a lovely husband for Tifa and a caring father for his child, and Yazoo was pretty adjusted to society. They had nothing from Sephiroth's bloodthirsty under Jenova's goals. Shaking his head, he followed to his motorbike and took the road, then, a few meters away he stopped. He pulled out his goggles, stretching his eyes far at the north side. The said mist, from weeks ago, grown in volume, and expanded in the sky as a heavy cloud, fast dissipating, but still dense enough to the sight.

"Oh, shit not again."

Seventh Heaven

Cloud entered his office, turned on the computer, and sat down, stretching his back on the chair, thinking about that weird meeting.

They couldn't deny Rufus had all the motives, theoretic, and scientific to feel worried. Cloud sighed, closing his eyes for a second to picture what he had nowadays and all that he could lose. A bitter taste covered his mouth, and he felt his heart tightening before the possibility of another fight with Sephiroth, "Fuck, why in the hell you can't die for good, Sephiroth?"

Loz's louder cursing took him out of his wanders and Cloud stood up, following to the stairs.

Behind the counter, Loz struggled to pull out the boxes from the truck to the pantry, and some had fallen, scattering kitchen's accessories on the floor. Cloud went to give him a hand. What surprised him was the box's lightweight, especially to Loz, used to lift the truck if it's necessary.

"Michael is wearing you out, Loz?" he said with a chuckle, carrying another box to the pantry.

" A full night of sleep is rare nowadays, and, I guess it's getting on me."

"Hum, take a break, I'll finish here."

Loz let out a tired gasp, "Phew, I appreciated it, Cloud," and leaving his apron over the sink, followed to the stairs.

Tifa went to the grocery and took the baby with her, a nap would more than welcome to prepare Loz for the night. Yes, prepare him because the baby was not the problem, but his obsession to protect his son. Even Tifa told him it was too much, "The baby is fine, Loz, no one would kidnap him from our arms."

However always saying, "I know, Tifa," as soon as she falls asleep, he gets up from the bed, and goes to Michael's room, dozing the rest of the night in the armchair next to the crib. He was even getting better because, since the first night at home, Loz would hold Michael on his arms and wouldn't sleep. He had never imagined feeling a love so big, deep, and scary at the same time. He loved Tifa, and his brothers, he mourned so much Kadaj's death, but the mere possibility to lose Michael or seeing him suffer would completely kill him, or make him kill to avoid that. Once, talking about this with Vincent, the man said, " You're an ordinary father, Loz, and like any other one in nature, you'd kill to protect your descendant."

Far Away at Some Point in Icicle Aerea

It wasn't magic the mist hovering around the Icicle Area, but a natural phenom trying to heal the planet. The Shinra's scientists said that but their boss believing the contrary, though.

Flying above the sea, Vincent scanned the area, and nothing besides that weird fog disturbed the silent night. He wondered about Lucrecia all the rest of the day. Damned you, Rufus, pushing those memories back as if he needed reminds. Lucrecia chose to infect her fetus with alien cells. Hojo's fetus to let it clear, and it was not his problem neither his sin. He was there at that hour of the night for the planet's safety. Obviously, he wouldn't tell Rufus because he was not his employee, and again, neither his friend.