Chapter Four

Onee-chan: ok. so in the last chapter.. I had a -see note- thing next to Kadaj's ring tone.. and then I didnt explain it.. That is a joke from a parody I saw for the movie on YouTube. The Advent Children Parody has Tifa saying 'lets go hunt down that silver haired trio' and then the team rocket music starts up and Kadaj, Yazoo, and Loz have their part. it's funny. -smile-

Sorry for not explaining last chapter! Enjoy!

"Hey... Hellooo... Wake up, stupid.." a voice taunted and something kicked him in the side.

Cloud opened his eyes and squinted as his vision cleared. The sun was bright but a head blocked it. Long silver hair fell over the mans face and Cloud knew he was confronted with Yazoo.

"There we go." Yazoo stood up and walked around, as though he were leaving.

"Why do you care if I'm awake or not?" Cloud grumbled angrily.

"... I don't know." Yazoo checked his motorcycle.

Cloud didn't speak for a while and Yazoo checked a couple times to see if he was even still alive.

"You put up good fights, Strife." Yazoo hopped on his bike and glanced at his adversary on the ground. Cloud hadn't moved much but he was now looking away from the sun and it seemed he wasn't listening.

"Stop brooding, Orphan. You sure haven't changed in the last 7 years." with that said, Yazoo sped off, back to his brothers. Cloud's eyes widened.

"Yazoo!" he yelled as he sprang to a sitting position. Pain filled him from his right side and he looked down and saw he was bleeding. Oh right. He'd been shot by Yazoo.

Cloud forced himself to move and saw his bike was standing and waiting for him. Had Yazoo done that too? Speaking of Yazoo. This wasn't very Yazoo like. But it seemed only Kadaj had forgotten their lives back in Midgar. Yazoo certainly remembered it.

Cloud hardly registered he was flying along on his bike toward home. If Yazoo didn't kill him, maybe Yazoo just wanted to distract him. Keep him away from the base so Kadaj and Loz could get the target.. Or maybe just to keep him from Kadaj. Cloud could swear he almost saw a challenging spark run through Kadaj's eyes.

.. The Target?

Cloud stopped instantly and looked back. If there were any chances of the guy being alive, Cloud would rush back right now. But he was sure that if Loz and Kadaj couldn't handle it, Yazoo could. And he'd given them too much time to work on it.

Cursing, Cloud continued home.

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Kadaj walked silently through the large halls of his residence. Things were stirring.

Tifa turned around when she heard the low hum of Fenrir's motor. She smiled and waved at it's rider. Cloud stepped off the bike and promptly fell to his knees.

"Ah! Cloud!" Tifa gasped, running over.

(Fades into..)

Kadaj heard the roar of a newly started engine and opened his green cat eyes. He ran to the window and pulled back the curtains. The orphan boy was sitting on a motorcycle, putting sunglasses on.

"Cloud! Wait!" That young girl. Tifa was it? She ran out to the motorcycle but the blonde gassed it and rode away.

Kadaj's eyes were wide. He'd never known a 12 year old to ride a motorcycle like that so fast.. Or with so much control. It looked fast. It looked fun. Kadaj grinned. He wanted one. (Oh lookie! I rhymed!)

Hurrying downstairs, he ran to the door next to Tifa.

"Where's he going?" he asked.

"To brood. He likes to brood. It's so annoying." Tifa huffed. She looked down at who she was talking to and smiled. "Hey! You're that new kid, Kadaj, right!"

Kadaj nodded, feeling like he'd signed a death wish. Tifa looked around quickly before grabbing his wrist and pulling him into the garage, from the inside door.

"Wanna see something cool?" she flipped on the lights.

A rack of substitute glasses was set by the door in case someone broke one at the bar. Another rack on the other side of the door was filled with keys. Room keys, car keys, motorcycle keys, house keys. Kadaj looked around and spotted his family's black car. Beside it was a convertible red car, probably Tifa's parent's. On the side was a large motorcycle, too big for even Cloud to ride yet. A smaller motorcycle sat in the open.

"That small one used to be Cloud's. I swear he only thinks of motorcycles. He spends all his money on new ones." Tifa sighed.

Kadaj ran over to the small one. He could ride this. It was like a super dirt bike! As his eyes scanned the key rack, Tifa caught his attention again.

"That big one by the wall was Cloud's father's. It's all Cloud has of him." The phone rang inside and Tifa turned to go answer it. "Oh! And don't touch Fenrir. Cloud doesn't like people touching it."

"Fenrir?"

"His father's bike. I think it was a nickname or something. I don't know much about bikes." and with that, Tifa ran in to get the phone. Her parents were out shopping so she was in charge once again.

"Hello! Seventh Heaven Room and Bar, how may I help you?.. uh hm.. Uh hm.. Yes I understand. I'll let them know. Thank You. Good bye." Tifa turned and walked back to the garage.

Actually, Cloud seemed taken with that young boy. Maybe Tifa could.. No that'd be mean.. But even so, Tifa couldn't help herself.

"Hey, Kadaj. Could I ask you a favor? I'd like you to help me out with Clo.. Kadaj?" Tifa didn't see the boy in the garage. The door was open and she looked at the key rack to find a set missing.

Kadaj rode off, quickly, on Cloud's old motorcycle.

"Gah! Boys and their bikes!" Tifa threw her arms up and went back inside. There was nothing she could do now.

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Kadaj grinned. That went well, if he did say so himself. He was enjoying the rush of the air as it whipped through his hair. Maybe Cloud liked riding away a lot because it cleared your mind? Actually, Kadaj wasn't one to judge character. Tifa was probably right. Cloud just liked to go brood.

As he thought about Tifa, he suddenly wondered how you stopped this bike. He wasn't sure what all these buttons and triggers did. Did the bike have brakes in it's handles? He tried that but just ended up going faster. Okay. Maybe not.. Foot brake?

Before he could try it out, another bike rode up beside him. It was Cloud!

"What do you think you're doing!" Cloud asked. "Watch out!"

Kadaj looked forward in time to crash. His eyes widened and he knew only the sound of his bike smashing into the rock.

"Oh my god!" Cloud stopped his bike and rushed over to the pile, slipping on a stray flying rock. "Kadaj! Speak to me!" he dug through the pile of bike and rock and found Kadaj's hand. He pulled the boy out and they sat, huffing and tired.

Kadaj felt a hand on his forehead. "I'm.. Alive.." he breathed out in relief.

"Ya. Barely. What the hell were you thinking!" Cloud growled. That was his old bike! And now it was in pieces!

Kadaj merely began to grin.

"It was fun." he replied simply. Cloud stared back, flabbergasted. This kid was nuts! He just crashed a motorcycle and all he could do was grin! And he wasn't hurt at all! Besides these thoughts, Cloud found himself beginning to smile. He put his arm around Kadaj's neck and sighed.

"You-Are-Crazy." he said. They both smiled and laughed a little.

Tifa knew only that they both came back, talking animatedly. Both on Cloud's bike. She didn't ask what happened. She didn't think she wanted to know. But Cloud was smiling. A rare case indeed.

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Kadaj blinked a few times to bring himself back to the present. He was sitting on the steps by Jenova. He must have been daydreaming.

'That blonde kid looked a lot like Strife.' he mused. 'I wonder how I knew Nii-san before.' this thought caught him off guard and he decided to muse about it. He leaned on one knee and stared determinedly at the floor.

'Nii-san? Since when did I start calling Strife 'Nii-san'?' he groaned in frustration and a noise to his side caught his attention.

It was a ruff noise but it still rang out 'God you looked adorable' in the room.

"Who's there?" Kadaj stood up and looked to his side.

"Don't mind me. Go back to thinking." Yazoo walked over and sat by Jenova on her other side.

"What are you doing here?" Kadaj asked, sitting back down. His haired waved into his face.

"Visiting mother. Just like you." Yazoo's voice replied.

Several moments of silence ran between the brothers. Yazoo pushed his hair back and sighed. Sitting here reminded him of his past. Of screams. And all those things he didn't stop from happening to..

"Kadaj." he spoke.

"What?"

"...Sitting here brings up the past. Doesn't it?" he asked. He expected the reply of 'No' or of the like. Kadaj didn't have a past to remember.

"Hm." Kadaj nodded. "I guess it does." he smiled and leaned his head against Jenova.

Yazoo looked back at his brother's silver hair. It did? But Kadaj shouldn't...

"Kadaj? Does it?" he asked again.

"I already said, yes. Why are you asking aga..Augh!" Kadaj fell from the steps and held his head in pain. Yazoo's eyes widened and he ran to his brother's side.

"Kadaj! What's wrong!" Yazoo's reply was Kadaj's pained screams and heavy breathing.

"Ah! It.. Hurts! Augh!" Kadaj shook and wavered to his side slightly. He squeezed his eyes shut so tightly he was crying. Yazoo could only watch in horror. "Gyaaahhh!"

Kadaj latched onto Yazoo and cried. His body shook with sobs. He slowly stopped screaming and lapsed over to silent shaking. Yazoo put his arms around him and leaned his head down onto Kadaj's.

He didn't know what to say. This was all his fault and he knew it. All he could do was watch Kadaj suffer. That's all he knew how to do.

Kadaj fell asleep like that and Yazoo laid him against the steps. Maybe when he woke up again, he wouldn't remember the pain. He'd probably think he was dreaming it all.

Yazoo closed his eyes. He might have been brought up by his father's teaching, but he couldn't make this stupid sibling love go away. He turned and left the room, Kadaj still leaning on Jenova.

And...?