Hey, how's it going? I'm baaack! Only six more chapters to go! Then I'll post the sequel, "O, Mothers!" You'll like it, hopefully anyway. I also plan on posting a prequel about them being babies and growing up and also a story not connected to this series about them going on active missions and stuff to find Mother. All chapter ideas and story ideas are welcome, so don't be shy! Even if I decide not to use them, I'll keep them in mind and thank you! Please Read and Review!

Chapter 8: Jealousy and Anger

"What's wrong, Yazoo?" Loz asked, walking into the living room. It was the next day and almost time for breakfast.

"Hmph!" Yazoo grunted, giving him a dirty look. He was slouched down on the couch with his arms crossed and was pouting.

"Well, whatever! I'm not gonna let you ruin my day!" Loz walked into the kitchen with Kadaj, who was wearing his purple apron and cooking breakfast. It was the apron his mother always used before she left them . . .

"Good morning, Loz!" Kadaj greeted cheerfully, smiling sweetly as he flipped some greasy sausage in the frying pan.

"Good morning, Kadaj!" Loz returned happily. "What's wrong with Yazoo?"

"Oh, I don't know," Kadaj sighed. "He's always upset about something."

"Yeah, that's the truth."

Just then, Yazoo walked into the kitchen, holding Moogy, and approached his brothers.

"Good morning, Yazoo!" Kadaj smiled at him.

"Hmph!" Yazoo grunted again, walking past them and over to the refrigerator. He got out the orange juice and opened it.

"Need any help?" Loz asked him.

Yazoo just glared at him, then poured some into his glass. He accidently spilled some on the table, so he whimpered in agrivation.

"Oh, Yazoo, you need to be more careful! That's why you should have let Loz help you!" Kadaj informed, trying not to sound mean, though.

"Here, let me help you," Loz offered, wiping up the juice with paper towels. Yazoo pouted again, then stomped off into the living room. "I'll go talk to him."

Kadaj continued to cook breakfast while Loz sat down on the beige living room sofa next to Yazoo and Moogy.

"Yazoo, tell me what's wrong," Loz told him sympathetically.

". . . You don't know! Try last night! You two violated my privacy!" Yazoo answered furiously.

"Aww, Yazoo! I'm sorry! We were worried about you! We only wanted to help you get better! Don't be angry!" Loz hugged Yazoo gently in his arms.

". . . And you never did tell me why I'm hurt more than Kadaj," Yazoo reminded, more calmly.

"Well, Kadaj works out and you don't, so he's a little . . .stronger. But that's not important," Loz answered, rocking him gently in his grasp. "Don't be embarassed, Yazoo." He lifted Yazoo easily and set him in his lap and rocked him like a mother would her baby. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Loz," Yazoo replied, smiling up at him. He liked how Loz was treating him; it felt good.

Loz smiled mischieviously and leaned his head over, pressing his lips against Yazoo's cheek and left a little spit behind.

"Loz!" Yazoo giggled, wiping the spit off of his cheek. Loz laughed, too. Then he began tickling Yazoo's stomach and a little on his sides.

Yazoo started laughing uncontrollably. "Loz! Stop!" he laughed, starting to cry. "Stop! You're gonna make me pee on myself!" he continued while swinging his legs.

Loz stopped. "That wouldn't be good! Then it'd get on me, too!"

". . . Thanks, Loz."

"For what?"

"For being my big brother," Yazoo replied, then touched his nose to Loz's.

"Oh, Kadaj! What's up?" Loz asked, just noticing Kadaj in the doorway. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough! Geeze, you tow are mushy!" Kadaj complained, his arms crossed womanly. "Breakfast is ready, so you can come eat once you're done kissin'!" Kadaj stomped back into the kitchen.

"I think he's jealous," Yazoo told Loz, concerned.

Yazoo grabbed Moogy and hugged him while Loz carried him in his arms and sat them down in the kitchen.

"Kadaj . . . ," Yazoo began. He leaned over Kadaj with his arms around his neck. "Don't be jealous."

"I'm not jealous! Who would want to be babied and kissed on like that!" Kadaj screamed, jerking away and out of Yazoo's grasp, then turning away from his brothers.

"Kadaj, it's your turn now!"

"Just leave me alone!"

"Kadaj, come on! It doesn't hurt!" Loz urged. He took Kadaj by the shoulders and turned him around. His face was red and swollen and tears were streaming down his face.

"Kadaj, what's wrong? Why're you crying?" Yazoo asked sadly.

"Did I hurt you?" Loz added.

Kadaj cried harder and covered his face with his hands. "You two love eachother more than you do me!"

"Aww, Kadaj, that's not true! Not true at all!" Yazoo assured him, hugging him gently.

"Yeah, Kadaj! I only loved on Yazoo first because he was sad," Loz explained.

"But . . . I do all the house workd and everything, yet Yazoo gets babied and everything else he wants! It's always been that way!" Kadaj cried.

"What! Are you calling me a baby!" Yazoo yelled, letting go of his younger brother.

"Yeah! Even when I was a baby, and you were about six, you stole my bottle from me and drunk it all! You would cry loudly every time I tried to sleep! You wore diapers until you were potty trained when you were seven! And after that, you wet the bed until you were eleven! I never had the chance to be the baby!" Kadaj explained, still crying.

"Oh, Kadaj, I'm sorry! I never knew you wanted to be treated that way! You always acted so independent and mature . . . ," Loz explained, hugging him. Yazoo was turned the other way, hurt and embarassed, hugging Moogy tightly.

"It wasn't just you, Loz. Mother did the same. I never even got a doll!" Kadaj informed.

"Yeah you did," Yazoo disagreed.

"Huh?" Kadaj questioned.

Yazoo turned toward them with his eyes watery. "I hid it from you because I wanted all of Mother's love and attention. I put it in the attic," Yazoo confessed sadly.

". . . We have an attic?" Kadaj asked, still lightly crying.

Loz went into the living room, leaving Kadaj and Yazoo alone in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, Kadaj," Yazoo choaked out. "I forgot about it until you mentioned it. If I had remembered sooner . . . "

"Just shut-up, Yazoo!" Kadaj screamed to him coldly. "You got want you wanted! You're the baby of the family! You are! Now go cry to Loz about how 'Kadaj hurt my feelings' and 'I'm too soft and sensitive to listen and handle it like a big boy'!"

Yazoo burst into tears and ran out the front door. Then, Loz entered the room with some things in his arms. He set down a trunk of stuff on the floor and handed Kadaj a mint-condition chocobo doll. It was yellow, had blue eyes, and was smiling brightly. Kadaj squeezed it tightly in his arms and cried a little more.

"Thank you, Loz. I always wanted one. At least one of my brothers love me!" Kadaj cried, happy that Loz cared about him.

"Oh, Kadaj, I'm sure Yazoo would've given it back before if he'd remembered it. He's changed a lot since he was a baby," Loz assured, hugging him. "Where is he?"

"I knew you'd ask that !"

"Hey, I have to love and take care of ya both!"

"He ran outside."

Loz and Kadaj got onto the front porch, but Yazoo was nowhere in sight. They called from him and a piece of paper hit Loz in the face. He pulled it off and saw that it was a note blown away from somewhere.

'Dear Brothers,

We have run away form home until we grow-up and our family loves us again. A nice lady has taken us in, so we'll be a lot better off with her than with people who don't love and appreciate us!

Sincerely,

Yazoo and Moogy'

(A symbol with Xs and Os in a circle with a line drawn through it)

"Kadaj, what did you say to him!" Loz yelled. "Geeze, he can't be away from us! He can't handle it! How's he gonna sleep!"

"I give him four hoursto come home crying," Kadaj betted, crossing his arms and grinning.

Good or what? Please tell me your opinions! I live off of reviews, good and bad! Next chapter, Reno and Rude come in and fight Loz! Bad news:there is a possibility that ch.10: Yazoo's Birthday will not get posted until my school starts back, for personal reasons. I will try my best to post it before then, though! Next chapter should be up soon, though!