Gun curse
Yazoo sighed as he glanced up at the clock. He was beginning to re-think about doing what he wanted to do. He had been waiting for an hour if not more for his brother to come down stairs. He clamed he would only be a minute but with Kadaj…you couldn't ever really trust him when he said stuff like that, at lest when you're dealing with old friends over the phone.
"I'll only be a minute talking to Esakatari' he says. 'I won't take long I promise' he says." Yazoo said mockingly to him-self as I crossed his arms and looked up at the ceiling. "And for this I'm waiting…an hour later…for him to get back here so we can leave? Why does he even care about her so much?" He rolled his eyes and shook his head as he stood up. "Guess since there really isn't much else to do I'll walk around a bit. I still can't believe he's taking so long to talk to some one who's not important to your mission." Yazoo never could understand how Kadaj could be quote on quote 'in love' with some one other than Mother. He always thought that there was only one person worth caring about other than ones self and that was Mother. He often tried reasoning on his own why his brother felt this way but it was always ended up being something foreign to him.
Walking out of the building he went over to the cafe he constantly went to whenever he needed some coffee or just needed to get away from the crazy, mixed-up world. He didn't worry about what Kadaj would do if he came down stairs and didn't see him there, if little brother used his head, he'd realize where he had gone.
"Hey Yazoo. How's life?" The cashier asked as Yazoo came in.
"Guess." Yazoo replied in his typical monotone voice but sounding a little pissed.
"Black Frappuccino?" She said typing into the machine.
"As quickly as you can get it here." He said sitting down at a table, he rested his forehead in his hand.
"Wow. You're really having a bad day aren't you?" Yazoo looked up with his head still in the palm of his hand.
"Hikaru."
"Right, I'll be right back." She said turning around and walking off. Yazoo shook his head; in about a moment he wished he had asked for something to eat as he waited 'cause he was so hungry that he was getting a headache.
"Here ya go Yazoo." The girl said coming back after a while. She placed the black glass in front of him then walked away to the back. Yazoo quickly grabbed the glass and to a sip before he relaxed again. His mind was filled with the to do list his brother and he had to do before they left Midgar and left for the Forgotten City to get Mother's life cells back, it had only been a year since they lost Mother's cells by some 'accident' that happened while Kadaj was driving away from their big brother.
"It'll be forever before he gets of the phone though." He sighed looking up at the clock again. He grabbed the cell phone from his belt and tried calling Kadaj to see if he was in fact off the stupid thing and was on his way over to the cafe, dialing his brother's number he waited. Nothing except for the busy sound was heard in the receiver. "Just as I thought damn it." He said under his breath as he hung up. Yazoo finished his coffee then stood up. "I can't wait for him any more. I have to get going or we'll never get any where, not to day or tomorrow at this rate." He paid, and set off for his bike.
"Careful Yazoo." The cashier said clearing his table. Yazoo shrugged it off and kept walking.
He started going down the checklist again,
"I need more ammo if nothing else. Can't get catch in a fight with Nii-san and not have any ammo." Yazoo got on his bike and headed for the gun store, just before he got in a teen aged looking girl rudely bummed him out of the way of the door. She turned around whipping Yazoo's face with her long black silver streaked hair and sneered at him with her silver lips.
"Haven't you ever heard of 'ladies first' buddy!" She snapped at him as she walked in.
"Whatever." He whispered as he stepped in after her, he was somewhat puzzled on how her nails where silver having never heard of nail polish. Yazoo tried to avoid her as best as he could but as luck would have it she seemed to needed ammo too. He groaned as he looked over the shell types to find the ones he used in his Velvet Nightmare. The girl bummed him out of the way, rudely, again as she reached over and grabbed a case of shotgun shells.
"You got in my way again! You still haven't learned about 'ladies first' have you?" She barked, as she looked the case over.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know I was supposed to give way to rude people. What kind of lady bums into guys, acts like a tomboy, and buys gun supplies any way?" He said as he bent over looking at the cases again. She lifted her foot up and pushed Yazoo over onto the floor.
"What did you just say to me?" She yelled at him as she did so. Yazoo looked up uncaringly then pushed him self to his feet and started dusting him self off,
"What? Are you deaf as much as you are rude?" He asked, as he looking into her silvery-purple eyes. She narrowed her eyes at him, gritted her teeth, then slapped him as hard as she could. Yazoo almost fell on the floor again,
"Hey, hey, HEY! Easy Wicked!" The somewhat heavy shop owner said running up.
"Wicked? Is that your real name? Interesting moniker." Yazoo said rubbing his cheek.
"Shut up Bastard! No one asked you!" She yelled at him lifting her hand up in the air to slap him down again. Yazoo put his hands up in the air and backed off.
"You shouldn't talk that way to my best customer! And if you DON'T stop talking that way or rough housing around in here! I'LL THROW YOU OUT!" The store owner yelled at the girl. She huffed and walked away. "I'm sorry for that Yazoo, can I help you?"
"Not really. I can't seem to find the shells you have for my gun."
"Oh those. I put those somewhere else."
"I would have been nice to know that before that girl slapped me." Yazoo sighed. He followed the owner to the back of the store,
"One moment if you please, I'll just be a minute." The store owner said disappearing into the back.
"Oh boy. I've heard that too many times today." Yazoo said under his breath. Yazoo looked around, the girl…or Wicked…as was her name, was looking at the gun rack at the different shotguns behind the showcase. Yazoo looked away thinking that if the girl even saw him glance at her that she'd get mad and clam that he was staring at her and he didn't want to deal with her again. "That IS an interesting name though, Wicked. I wonder why they call her that?" About a moment later a bullet went flying passed Yazoo's face hitting the target on the other wall. Looking back at the direction the bullet came he saw Wicked blowing the smoke off the mussel of what looked like an English Dueling Pistol. Yazoo raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Well I guess I found the answered to that question. She didn't even tell me she was firing that thing. She could have blown my head off." Yazoo said as if he was telling some one that he was having an okay day.
"Found a good case of them shells for you Yazoo!" The shop owner said coming from the back. "You know what that shot was about? I saw it fly passed me as I started coming back out and it almost hit my head!"
"It was just that girl testing out a gun of yours." Yazoo said impassively as he knelt down and looked the shells over.
"You mean Wicked? She's never ever warns any body when she shoots one of them off! It's infuriating!" Yazoo stood back up and carried the case under his arm.
"These look good. I'll take them." Yazoo said walking towards the check out.
"Right." The owner said walking over and behind the counter. As the man started up the cash machine Yazoo glanced over at Wicked as she loaded up the Pistol again and aimed.
"Holds well." She said pulling it back and looking over it once more. "Yes, this is the one I want. I'll take it." Yazoo looked back to the case.
"She's a strange one she is." The man said nodding at Wicked.
"Aw, she could be worse. Mother's pretty strange her self." Yazoo shrugged.
"Mother?" The man asked puzzled.
"I mean Jenova." Yazoo said smiling.
"Damn Jenova! And damn that kid of hers Sephiroth too while you're at it! Both of 'em have been nothing but nightmares every since the cosmos damned us to have them around!" Wicked said laughing. That was all Yazoo would take from her! He had been extremely forgiving up till now but that was asking way too much of the sheltered harbor of his patience! He whipped around walked over and slapped her so hard that she hit the floor, then he pulled his gun out from under his coat and aimed at her.
"Dare to talk that was about my Mother like that again when I'm around and I'll shot you down! Thus far you have been a drifting boat in the sheltering harbor of my kindness but you went too far that time!" Yazoo said with a pissed off face while his eye slits contracted. Wicked was too scared to even breath as she stared up into his ice-cold blue-green eyes. Yazoo pointed his gun at the ceiling, put the safety back on, kicked her shin, and walked back to the counter as he put his gun away.
"Well handled Yazoo, but please. Don't do that again, at lest not in here. If it goes for her it goes for you. I mean it. I'll throw you out if you rough house in my store. That's my policy you see." The owner said handing the case of bullets to Yazoo.
"Sorry. I won't do it again. Thanks." Yazoo marched off thinking the problem was solved.
Wicked, on the other hand, was furious with Yazoo! She started up onto he feet and rubbed her cheek as she glared at the long, silver haired man as he left. She squinted at him then turned around to pay the woman behind the counter. Grabbing her gun and ammunition she ran out after Yazoo, loading up her gun as she walked. Yazoo was only a few feet away so I didn't take much to catch up with him. She stopped, took aim, and fired at his leg. She looked over the gun mussel as the smoke cleared and watched him fall down to the ground. She smiled and ran up to him. As she stood over him and grinned at her new gun then giggled a little. Unsuspectingly he rolled over onto his back and kicked her legs out from under her! She fell on the ground with a scream then before she could even regained her footing Yazoo was on top of her.
"Come now tomboy princess. That wasn't very nice of you to shoot at me. And I've only known you for a minute of which time you where very impolite to me." He said in his monotone voice as he grabbed her shirt and picked her up off the ground until her feet dangled.
"You! How is it that you can stand? I thought I shot you in the leg!" She glanced down then noticed that there wasn't any blood coming out of his leg.
"That's because you're stupid. You missed obviously." He said smiling then threw her to the side. Her head slammed against the wall behind her and a sharp pain was sent down her spine. She coughed as she tried to stand back up and in a frail voice she asked.
"Then…why did you fall?"
"I thought you'd come running up to see if I had really fallen or not. Turns out I was right." Wicked shook her head,
"Damn! I thought I could do it!" Yazoo half smiled as he enjoyed the girl's sufferings then stepped back a little while saying,
"What's the matter Wicked? You not important enough where you come from?" Wicked jerked her head up and her eyes grew with inner flame and she got up and ran at Yazoo screaming.
"WHY YOU LITTLE!" But he jumped out of the way and she felt a blow on the back of her head then she saw nothing more.
Yazoo snickered, as he knew that was coming. He was about to leave her lying there when he catch sight of something strange on the back of her neck. Pulling her hair back his pupils contracted into small slits as he looked the mark over. It was the Death Trooper symbol, the two serpents in an 'x' shape getting ready to devour the other's tail, he had seen it before, but only in books. It was a sign of some one with the power to turn into one of the monsters, maybe even like the ones that he could summon. Generally he'd leave people where he defeated them but when he saw the birthmark on her neck he picked her up and put her on his bike. Then he drove off as fast as he could back home.
"It'd be nice if she stayed knocked-out until we get there." Yazoo said as he leaned into a curve. Luck smiled down on him this time, she hardly moved the entire time she was on the bike put aside instances when Yazoo had to reach back to keep her from falling off. He pulled up to the door; Kadaj was standing there looking pissed off at him.
"I thought you said we had things we had to do Yazoo." Kadaj said as Yazoo got off.
"I know and I'm sorry but I went off trying to get some of the things we needed and I got in a fight with this girl." Kadaj glared at his brother. He was ready to tear into him when Yazoo pulled her hair back and showed him why he brought he back in the first place. "There, you see? It's the Death Trooper's mark." Kadaj examined it,
"My god! Why did you bring her back here? When she wakes up you know she'll turn us all into meat scrapes!"
"I thought that if we could get her on our side then she'd make a very valuable ally. We just need to get her to trust us." Yazoo explained, trying to get Kadaj to see reason. Kadaj looked over at the girl then smiled,
"Alright brother if you want her as an ally" Kadaj pushed his finger into Yazoo's chest as he said, "YOU can take care of her your self." Kadaj turned and started walking back.
"Alright, I'll take…" Yazoo then realized what he was saying "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a minute here. You want ME to take care of her? By my self? Kadaj?" Kadaj turned and nodded at his brother.
"Pretty much yes." Then turned and continued walking back inside, Yazoo cringed then groaned, he had just gotten him self into the biggest mess of his life. Out of every one in the trio, even Loz, Yazoo seemed to always have the worst luck. He thought of just letting her go then he remembered why he even brought her back…so that she wouldn't turn into a monster one night, find out where he lived, and kill him in his sleep. She might do that any way but at lest this way he could at lest TRY to keep her under his control. He rolled his eyes as he turned slowly and walked back to her.
"Great. Now I'm stuck with you aren't I? And it's all my fault isn't it?" Yazoo picked her up and then saw her gun fall to the ground, He picked it up and remembered what had started all this. "Some times…I wish I could damn that gun of mine for getting me in trouble. But I need it now more than ever before." He rolled his eyes again and walked inside. He was going to have to put her in the basement ultimately but right now he couldn't even find a place for her to sit down much less a place to sleep at night. Placing her on the floor in a not to gentle way he started going through the small pile of crap they had down there. Not to his surprise he didn't find a mattress even after he had searched and searched. "It would be just my luck wouldn't it? To have to really push and try to find things for her." He groaned as he walked to the stairs to leading out. He looked back and saw that Wicked was still anesthetized on the floor then ran up the stairs.
Wicked opened her blurry eyes slowly, she attempted to move but the burning sensation in her arms sent her back to the cold, hard, concrete floor under her. She lay there mystified on where the hell she was. She remembered being hit on the head with some blunt object…most likely the butt of a gun 'cause she was hit after she darted at Yazoo. Now she didn't even know what time it was. She was in a cold, dark, and dismal place. That she knew for sure. Attempting once again to push her self up she fell back down. Shaking her head she pushed hard and forced her self to her knees. After a moment of breathing she struggled to her feet. She rubbed the back of her head and felt a rather large bump right on the rise of her skull.
"Ow! What happened?" She shook her head again trying to re-gain some collection of her former senses, looking around her eyes became accustom to the darkness and she could make out shapes and small shadows of a bed in an other wise almost empty room that was fairly large from the floor to the ceiling, the walls where cold, hard, concrete like the floor. "Not a very welcoming room is it?" She asked her self as she walked around. As she moved she noticed that something wasn't rubbing against her leg like it should have been and she jerked her hands to her waist and felt for her holster. "Damn it! Some one took my gun off me! I guess it's my fault for letting that happen but who would do such a thing?"
"I would." A monotone male voice said in the darkness, she started looking around for the direction from which the sound had come from.
"Who ever you are…give it back! It's dishonoring to leave some one unarmed in the darkness!"
'That may be" The lights came on and Wicked had to shield her eyes from the strong glow "but that would be a stupid move in my part since you bear theDeath Trooper'sBirthmark wouldn't you say?" Wicked realized who it was and whipped around to stare at the slender, muscular silver haired male clad in black leather.
"Yazoo!" She shouted at him, "Oh! Damn you! Give me my gun back you ass!"
"I can't do that. Not until I can trust you." He said sounding even more maddening then the first time.
"Aaah! The more I hear you the more I hate you!" Wicked said turning back around and walking to the other side of the room. "Fine! Since you enjoy disgracing me the lest you can do it tell me wherein hell I am!"
"You're in my basement." He said, Wicked spun back around,
"What! You put me in your what!"
"It was…the only thing I could do so that you wouldn't escape and go off and hurt some one. Particularly me."
"You!" She turned around and faced the other wall crossing her arms. Yazoo snickered at her, at first glance he could have swore she was Reno even though that was the last way he would act around any one. Maybe it was the way she had her hair pulled back and the fact that he bangs where in her face in a piece like style much like his because it was way too flat on top of her head to be remotely like Reno's. She acted more like Kadaj when he was throwing a temper tantrum. Yazoo was tempted to start picking on her but he controlled him self…but he still wanted to torment her a bit since she looked so funny when she was mad.
" I hope you know…you have no freedom any more. That was taken away from you along with your gun." Wicked turned around once again and glared at him,
"Try and take it away from me!"
"I don't have to try, besides I never try any thing I do it." He smiled evilly at her, "I only have to give an order and any thing will stop you at my commands." Wicked half smiled back at him.
"And what is it exactly that is at your command General Yazoo?" She said rubbing the back of her neck as she glared at him with a smile as she started to circle around him.
"Just this." He said raising his hand up as he closed his eyes. A dragon like demon arose from the floor and grabbed Wicked by the shoulder. Wicked was pushed to the floor with a yelp, after a short struggle Wicked stopped fighting. Yazoo walked up to her and looked at her as she stared the creature in the face like she wanted to spit in its eye. "Do you surrender?" He said, expecting a 'no' reply.
"Not on your life or on your grave!" She sneered, turned, and stared at Yazoo, "I'll damn you first!" Yazoo came uncomfortably close to her face so that he was only an inch away from her and whispered.
"Then you'll be here a long time, under my command, where you belong. Because no matter how long it takes you will obey me." He smiled with an evil glow in his eyes. Wicked gave Yazoo the death glare. He just stood back up and said, "This will be fun…at lest for me. I'm already enjoying your torment."