Wow, someone actually read my fic! 0o Anyway, yeah as per request, here's another chappie. Hopefully a longer one and will provide greater insight on the plot of the story. Enjoy
Chapter Two: Disturbing thoughts
It was the same one every night. The same goddamned nightmare. And everyday, he woke up feeling tired, anxious and angry. Everyday he felt like he needed to kill something to get this burden off his mind.
Mother, where are you? He asked silently into the darkness of the night. The room was quiet. He knew his brothers were sleeping across the room, planning for their attack the next day.
Feeling somewhat awake now, after that disturbed dream, he sat up from his bed and lightly touched his neck, feeling small beads of perspiration.
Don't worry. You'll find Mother. And you'll kill him soon, he told himself over and over again. Yet this offered little comfort.
Finally, Kadaj decided he had to get out of bed and do something. Anything. As long as he didn't fall asleep, he won't see her.
Strutting to his dresser, he pulled out a black cloak and put it on, making certain he hung the hood over his head so as to shroud his face in shadows. He didn't want anyone on the street, if there was anyone at this late hour, to recognize him.
His fingers gently traced out the shiny smooth surface of his double-blade. He won't need this tonight. But one can never be certain. Who knows? Perhaps he could find something to hunt.
The streets of Midgar were indeed lonely. Kadaj walked swiftly and with purpose, as if he knew where he was heading and what he was going to do there. Yet in his mind, was blankness that only Kadaj himself understood.
That dream, that damned dream that haunt him every night, ever since he came face to face with that traitorous fool.
Cloud, he thought, feeling anger and disgust rising in his heart and soul. What a fool he is, to oppose our great Mother. What a bloody fool…
His train of thoughts was suddenly interrupted when he realized he had reached a place he knew too well, but never before had he came here. A place that had made recurring appearances in his dreams.
His sharp green eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he muttered a low curse under his breath.
He was standing in front of a rundown church. And he stood there, motionless for a few minutes as the wind started to pick up and ruffle the leaves of the trees and on the ground. A slow but ever so quiet melody seemed to be playing, as if someone was gently playing a piano. Yet he could not make out where that melody was coming from.
The road and the church, it seemed, were deserted. As he debate on what to do next, a sudden gust of wind blew off the hood that was previously shrouding his head, so that the moonlight cast a eerie glow on his head of white silvery hair.
Standing there, unmoving and unfazed, he decided he would step into the church and face whatever thing awaiting him there.
For once, he was determined to put an end to this mysterious dream.
His every step echoed dully in the church as he made his way slowly, but deliberately, across the aisle, and towards the altar. Glancing around, he noticed that one part of the roof was torn away, revealing the night sky.
The moonbeams shone through that broken hole and onto a part of the church that was further away from Kadaj, nearer to the altar. His pale green eyes fall onto the portion of the floor where the moonbeams had cast its holy light on, and it was then he noticed something spectacular.
On the center of the aisle, was a flowerbed of white lilies, unspoiled and still blooming. Kadaj made his way towards that flowerbed, feeling a slight bit of tension.
"What the hell is this…?" he muttered, frowning as he slowly bent down and forcefully, broke a flower. Feeling the frail white petals in his palm, he narrowed his eyes and crushed it.
"Damn you!" he suddenly yelled, his green eyes now glowing with emotion and rage. "Don't you mess with me!" he turned his body around the church as if he was expecting to see someone watching him.
With an angry cry, he wield out his blade and with an agile move that was so fast, he slashed violently across the flowerbed, sending white petals fluttering in the air around him.
Breathing heavily, he closed his eyes momentarily to calm his enraged self down. As the petals slowly fell to the ground around him, he thought he heard a voice spoke.
Wake up, silly.
"Huh?" he spun around, holding his blade close to him. If anything moves, he would kill it without remorse and hesitation.
But the church was empty. And the only sound he could hear, was the unsteady beating of his own heartbeat.
And here it ends the chappie two. Don't kill me for cliffhangers. Oh and one last reminder, this fic is a Kadaj X Aerith fic, so if you don't like romance, or that particular pairing, DON'T read this.