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Chapter Three: Mysterious Girl

Loz was grinning from ear to ear the next morning and even Yazoo, the calm one of the group, was disturbed by his behaviour.

"Would you wipe off that dirty smirk on your face?" Yazoo said, crossing his arms as he glanced at Loz with disdain.

But Loz was in a cheery mood and nothing Yazoo said could dampen it. "She's so delicious, I could swallow her up." He laughed loudly as he said so.

Just then, Kadaj entered the hall. "Who's so delicious?" he asked, even though his blank expression revealed he's not even slightly interested in hearing the answer.

"That big girl down at the Orphanage of course." Loz replied, grinning again. "I told you the plan yesterday, Kadaj. I'm gonna knock her off her feet."

"Good luck." Kadaj muttered, his attention already drawn elsewhere.

Yazoo rolled his pretty green eyes at his brother. "Loz, do remember we want the little one."

Loz did not reply but gave a snort as he turned away from Yazoo and to Kadaj instead.

"Kadaj, I'll bring you the little one as I promised. But let me have fun with that sexy bitch first."

The leader of the group shrugged. "Do whatever you want. As long as you bring her back in one piece."

His reply earned a big grin on Loz's face as he started to pack his weapons and armor before nodding his head at them.

"I'll be off then! Be back by sunset."

As soon as Loz left the building, Yazoo strutted over to Kadaj and sat down on the table just in front of him.

Distracted, Kadaj looked up and met Yazoo's eyes. "What?" he asked, crossly. He was hardly in the mood for another one of Yazoo's pretty tantrums.

"You shouldn't let Loz do whatever he want. He'll drag us down with him." The slender man complained, tossing back a strand of silver hair.

Kadaj stared at Yazoo for a few seconds, before putting away the newspaper he was reading previously. "So what do you proposed, my dear brother?" he asked, his tone full of mockery.

Yazoo's deep green eyes darkened ever so slightly at the spiteful tone Kadaj was using against him. "It is up to you. You're the leader after all…"

Without warning, Kadaj slammed his hands on the table suddenly as he stood up. The sudden loud "bang" of his knuckles against the wooden oak table gave Yazoo a shock as he leaped back in surprise and fear.

Kadaj slowly leaned forward, his sharp liquid green eyes trained on Yazoo. "Don't you ever question me, Yazoo. Don't you ever question me again."

Yazoo remained silent, even though there was a flicker of anger in his eyes but it quickly subsided into something similar to that of a submission.

"Yes… Kadaj." He muttered softly, lowering his head.

Kadaj narrowed his eyes slightly and there was a moment of silent tension in the atmosphere. Finally, Kadaj gave Yazoo a wave of dismissal and the latter quickly nodded and left the room.

In his dream, it was always the same setting. The same place. The same stream of moonlight. Even the melody that plays in the background never changes.

The church was empty when he stepped inside. He was aware there was a horrible stench of blood. Raw blood. As if some massacre had just taken place. Yet he was also aware that the rusty scent of blood turned him on. It made him want to spill more of them. So that its scent will run forever and ever.

And often, during this part of his dream, when he was just feeling "high", that sick melody will start to play in the background. He hated that song. He'd heard it before but he couldn't quite remember. It was just a sick song.

Then his dream will take him further into the church, until he was just standing in front of the altar, in the middle of a flowerbed full of pretty white flowers.

"Where the hell am I?" he asked himself every night.

"Don't step on the flowers." She would say.

He would turn around and looked at her with disgust. "Who the hell are you?"

"You know who I am."

"No I don't. What's this sick place?"

She never gave him an answer. She always wore that sick shade of pink and pretended that he wasn't there.

"Answer me!" he would shout at her. She was always so interested in that stupid flowerbed of hers. The way she put her small hands on the petals and the way her fingers caressed them, made him angry somehow.

"Don't you ignore me!" he would start to walk towards her. In his dream, he would always stop a few steps in front of her. "Who are you?" he whispered, this time, his voice held uncertainty.

She looked up at him and he saw that her eyes were so green; they blinded him for an instant. "My name is…"

She never did finish her sentence. Because the next moment, she would suddenly smile kindly at him, and giggled a little, "Wake up, silly."

"I never had dreams. They're unrealistic." Yazoo said that evening, when Kadaj asked him if he ever had any weird dreams before.

To that, Kadaj did not reply, nor did Yazoo ask him why he had asked this question in the first place.

By late evening, when Loz did not show up, Yazoo got worried.

"Maybe he's gotten himself hurt." He said, with a small frown on his pretty face.

"Maybe." Kadaj replied wistfully. There was disinterest in his voice that Yazoo understood immediately.

"I'll look for him then." Yazoo said before exiting the room and leaving Kadaj alone with his thoughts.

As soon as Kadaj was alone, he took the opportunity to weigh his plans. First of all, they had come to Midgar in the guise of searching for "Mother". At least, a part of his plan was indeed, to find "Mother" but unbeknownst to his two brothers, Kadaj had his own plan.

Sephiroth.

Mother is but a vessel of energy that can revive the Great Sephiroth, he thought. If he could find "Mother", he could use Her, along with the little one to revive Sephiroth. And with that, his ultimate purpose would be served. He would die gratefully in the honor of reviving the Great One.

How silly of you!

Kadaj spun around. "Who is that?!"

There was silence. He was the only one in the building now. Maybe he was hearing things.

Frowning, he reached for his blade, fingering the cold hard blade and feeling the sharpness of the edge, until he accidentally cut his index finger and his deep red blood started to trickle slowly onto the blade.

"I won't let you take away everything from me." He whispered darkly in the silent room. "I'll find Mother and Sephiroth. I will."

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