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Kadaj woke up early that morning (as compared to his usual 11 a.m.) to the scent of food. It pulled him out of bed; lead him into the kitchen, and right next to Loz. Leaning on his brother, he blinked wearily.

"Wha' izzit?"

"Pancakes." Loz grinned leading him to a couch. "They'll be done in a bit. Get some more sleep."

"Kay…"

Yazoo came down then too, hair a royal mess, and still looking tired. "Whaz cooking?"

"Pancakes."

Yazoo escorted himself to the couch Kadaj was on and fell asleep. He leaned against Kadaj, who was lying down and encircled his arms around him, burying his face in the younger's soft hair.

Loz smiled at the scene grabbing his camera. He turned off the flash and snapped several shots. It meant more pictures for his scrapbook!

He hummed happily to himself as he went back in the kitchen. Pictures hold so many memories; it was like every time he saw them, he relived every last moment. Since Kadaj had come back, things had fallen into place.

All those years they had thought of him, but rarely spoke of him. Back then, it had hurt too much. Like a gaping pothole, it had just gotten bigger and bigger…

Now though, it was like it had been filled with concrete cement again. Just like it used to be.

They still had a lot of catching up to do. And it was obvious that Kadaj would have emotional problems after what their mother did to him.

But they could definitely figure it out. So long as they were together!

The door opened then. Loz didn't have to look to see who it was. "Hi Sephy."

Sephiroth ran a hand through his hair. "Good morning, Loz."

Loz just glanced at his brother, who was practically glowing. Last night's suspicions were proven correct. "You sure were out late, bro."

Sephiroth cheeks reddened. "Ah, yeah, the movie was longer than we thought."

It was such an obvious lie that even the overly trusting Loz could see through it.

"And you gave Yazoo, whose two years younger than you a curfew?"

"Well, you guys are my little brothers, and you always will be. I don't think I could stand it if one of you were taken away so quickly."

Loz grinned at him. "Yeah, yeah, coffee's in the usual spot."

"Thanks."

Loz decided it would be best to let his brothers sleep for a little while and turned on the TV.

It was eight in the morning when Kadaj and Yazoo finally stirred from their sleep. Kadaj blinked blearily at Yazoo.

"G'morning, Yazoo."

"…Morning Kadaj."

They blinked at each other, and it went something like blink, blink, blink, blink. Sephiroth finally spoke.

"Good morning to you too."

They now blinked at him, eyes half lidded. Kadaj's stomach growled and his cheeks flushed red as he held his stomach, as if that would get it to stop.

"Uh, pancakes, right?" the youngest managed to squeak out.

Loz brought two plates, one for Kadaj and one for Yazoo. He let them eat on the couch because neither of them liked to use syrup. No, they were simple. And hungry.

Sephiroth liked syrup and butter on his pancakes, because of the enhanced flavor. Loz liked his with whipped cream. For brothers, they're tastes weren't very similar.

Kadaj was finally awake and he let out a final yawn. "Ah, what a good sleep! ...Ack! I can't believe you guys saw me like this…this simply won't do, dammit!"

He bolted to his room, putting lightning to shame.

His brothers snickered, laughing, knowing he'd always been like this. Even when he was four years old.

Now he was probably a bit worse though. He didn't come out for thirty minutes. His brothers waited, bored, until he finally came down.

Kadaj was definitely a model. The left side of his hair was parted so that it swept over to the right side, and the tips were spiked. That wasn't even the most shocking part though.

He used both eye shadow and eyeliner, black of course and it was apparent that he had three piercings on both ears. His clothes though, his clothes—

It was something reminiscent of a Japanese boy's school uniform, except it was longer and the buttons ended right above his belly button, where he had a dragon tattoo. He wore faded denim jeans, seemingly normal, except for the rips on them. And to top it all off he wore combat boots.

Sephiroth looked ready to kill someone. There was absolutely no way his brother was going out like that. Forget the fact that he was eighteen; he wouldn't let him go out like that when he was thirty!

Yazoo and Loz instantly backed away from their brother, waiting for the anger to pass. Kadaj didn't look scared at all, and that's when his brothers got really worried because when things got like this, they never ended well…

"Kadaj, I-"

The doorbell rang. Ah, the convenience of modern technology.

"I'll get it." Kadaj answered simply with a smile, knowing he'd gotten away. He slipped past his brother with relative ease, brushing against him in an almost apologetic way. He cast a smile over his shoulder, and Sephiroth felt his rage ease just a little bit.

Just a bit.

The knock at the door was becoming persistent.

"Aye, I'm coming, hold your horses." He opened the door swiftly. "Hello…?"

The first thing he noticed was the wild blonde hair, how it stuck up in the weirdest directions, and then, the blue eyes.

Kadaj stared at the man for a while, and the man stared back at him. Sephiroth peaked out from behind his brother.

"Oh, hello Cloud. To what do we owe the pleasure?"

Cloud snapped out of his trance and finally spoke. "Delivery for Yazoo. From what I've been told, it got here late, so we're giving a discount. It's twenty dollars today."

Sephiroth nodded, while noticing that as Cloud spoke his eyes were still on Kadaj. Kadaj's eyes were on him. Now, in his mind, this lead to one possible reason. They liked each other.

Cloud handed the box to Sephiroth, who went to get the money. He blinked at Kadaj, who tilted his head.

"Cloud." The blonde nodded.

"Cloud. I like that name." Kadaj smiled and quickly turned around going back into the house.

Yazoo snickered and when Loz asked him what was so funny, he just laughed harder. He walked over to Cloud, hugging the younger and shorter male.

"So what do you think of our brother?"

"That…was your brother?" Cloud asked, blue eyes showing misty confusion.

"Yep. His name is Kadaj. Pretty cute huh?"

"…And you're positive that you're related."

"Absolutely."

Sephiroth watched Cloud, not knowing exactly what to do. This was his friend, someone he could trust—

But he didn't want his brother to be taken away from him so quickly.

Turning on his heel, he walked off with so much as a single 'see you later'. He needed time to think.

Cloud blinked after him, not entirely sure how to react but then—

Since when had he ever known how to react to anything? His blue eyes held a thoughtful look, because, damn it, how had he survived until now if he'd never reacted?

Yazoo watched as the blonde spaced out at the front door, and feeling sorry for him, dragged him into the house and sat him on the couch. He then brought out his cell phone.

"Hey, Zack? You mind get Cloud's head out of the sky?"

"No problem! Is Seph there?"

Yazoo felt like slapping something. Of course he'd ask that, that meanie of a brother stealer. He snorted disdainfully.

"Hmph. But of course."

"Cool. I'm coming over—" Yazoo hung up before he even had the chance to say goodbye. It wasn't that he hated Zack. It wasn't even that he thought he was a bad person. He'd just stolen they're older brother was all. Oh, and he would get him back…

Loz ran toward him then. "Yazoo, you have to help! Kadaj is after me~"

Kadaj was currently hot on his heels, holding various pairs of clothing. "Dammit, slow down for a freakin' second, you slob!"

Yazoo sighed internally. What was going on with his life now, first Cloud, then Zack, now this…

He flipped his open and pressed his favorite speed dial number:three

"Hello?"

"Vincent. Hi…"

"Stressful morning?"

"Yes. You wouldn't believe how eventful it's been so far."

"You can come any time you'd like."

Yazoo smiled, happy that he had such a great friend to hang out with. Vincent, the calm and quiet flower shop owner. His one true love~

Oh. He'd never meant to think that. Whoops.

He took a shower, and upon coming out, didn't notice how careless he'd been. Kadaj had switched his clothes. So he walked out the door and to the flower shop, blissfully ignorant. Until Vincent had to look away from him, that is.

"Vincent, good morning!" Yazoo smiled. He could have sworn Vincent blushed.

"Since when…do you wear things like that?"

He examined himself then, something he should have done a while ago. He was, shockingly enough, wearing a black leather vest with no shirt underneath that showed off his stomach, tight black skinny jeans that seemed like a second skin.

Kadaj was so dead.

"Ah, sorry, I'm not wearing this because I want to."

Yazoo mentally slapped himself. This wasn't fashion! This was something some sort of streetwalker would wear! He was ready to bolt when Vincent draped a coat over him.

"It's supposed to get colder."

Yazoo watched Vincent cut flowers, the feelings in his heart threatening to burst.

Kadaj, on the other hand, was walking through town by himself for no reason other than he felt like it.

He decided he liked Cloud. Now whether anything would come from this, he didn't know, but he looked at the clouds—

How he wished he could touch just one.

He no longer needed to worry about his mother, and his brothers still loved him, so all was well in the world, yes?

No, the scars he dealt with ran much deeper than that. And worst, he couldn't bring himself to tell anyone. God, he needed a bloody therapist before his feelings imploded. Or worse; exploded.

He didn't want to confront his past, he wanted to. His internal struggle was slowly eating away at him…

But no one would be able to see that. He hid it too well.

XXXXX

The party was well planned to say the least, except…the guest of honor hadn't come by yet.

Yuffie was becoming restless. "Ya-zoo, where the hell is he?"

"I don't know." He wrapped himself in the coat Vincent had lent him. "I'm just as clueless as you right now."

Tifa was starting to look listless herself. "Do you have his cell phone number?"

"I don't even know if he has a cell. How would I know his number?"

Tifa nodded. "Yeah, that understandable…wait! I have an idea!"

She whipped out her cell and the next second began talking. "Cloud! I need you to make a delivery to Seventh Heaven."

She could hear the sound of the rumbling engine stopping over the phone. "Does it have a sticker?"

"Not yet." She admitted. "But I know I can get one on it. Think you can manage?"

"Sure. Just tell me what the sticker on it looks like."

"It'll say 'silver bullet'."

"Okay. Bye."

Yazoo smiled at her. "How on earth are you going to get him to stand still long enough? He's like a stray cat."

Yuffie raised her left hand, as if she was in school. "I know! I know! Me and Tifa are going to call everyone and tell them to be on the lookout for a silverette! Then, they get a post-it note and stick it on him and Cloud will bring him here!"

Yazoo nodded. "A truly well thought out plan. Count me in."

In the next few minutes they managed to call everyone they knew, and then some thanks to the ever-convenient phone book.

"I think that's everyone…" Tifa announced a little out of breath from all the non-stop talking.

"Yep. The others…should find him and get here before he does." Yuffie finished. Yazoo was more interested in talking to Reno, the first and only person he'd managed to call.

"No way! Reno, you're so lucky…I wish I could be as bold as you!"

Reno laughed over the phone. "You can be. Quit being so shy around him, it's not like you."

"Right? I never thought this could happen to me."

"Heh, yeah, and hey…does your brother have three piercings on each ear?"

"Yep."

"Dragon tattoo?"

"Yep."

Reno smirked even though Yazoo couldn't see him. "Target acquired. I'll call you back."

"Affirmative."

Reno fixed his hair a bit, grabbing a post-it note from out of nowhere(Rude's office), quickly writing the code words, and walking over to Yazoo's brother.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

Yes, it was overused and horribly cliché but it always got a smile from those who it was directed at. And a smile he received.

Kadaj gave him an amused smile, chuckling a little. "That is such an old line."

"It worked didn't it?" Reno asked, finding he liked the cute boy in front of him and placing an arm on his shoulder effectively sticking on the note. Kadaj made no move to step away.

"Yes and no."

"What that's all?" Reno pouted.

"Aye." Kadaj smirked. "That's your lot.*"

"Ah, so cruel young kitten. Oh well, I'm absolutely sure I can get you to like me. Why don't we hang out right now—"

"Sorry, but see I've got an appointment with the town tonight. Catch you later."

Reno watched him go, a triumphant grin on his face. "Mission accomplished."

XXXX

Cloud was riding through the town, eagle eyes on the search for the 'silver bullet'. It was an odd name for an item but he didn't really think much on it. All that mattered was getting the delivery to it's location.

His usual rates were based on the size, weight, and time taken to deliver the item. He didn't know how big this item was, but he assumed it was something easy to spot.

At least he hoped so.

So as Cloud drove around he spotted the silverette, looking as stunning as he had this morning, maybe even more so, with the thoughtful look on his face.

…What in the heck was he thinking lately?

Kadaj noticed him; smiled; waved. He waved back, feeling the corners of his mouth twitch upward.

And as he zoomed past the silverette their eyes met and suddenly it was like slow motion. Like a movie where everything quickly slows down and they're the only ones who exist in the world…

That's when Cloud's blue eyes caught it; the yellow post-it note that read 'silver bullet' on the sleeve of Kadaj's shirt. The motorcycle skidded to a stop. He grabbed a spare helmet from his back compartment.

"Kadaj."

The silverette turned to him then, eyes brightening with light neon green shock. "Yes?"

Cloud, in a swift motion, placed the helmet on his head and then picked him up bridal style. "It seems you're a special delivery."

Kadaj blushed, not really knowing why, after all, he'd seen plenty of attractive people, blondes and blue eyes alike.

Cloud just happened to be the most attractive one. Damn his bloody good looks. No, it his eyes that pulled Kadaj in, endlessly infinite like the blue sky. At the same time it was untouchable, because it was too high. Just too high.

But in those moments, he thought, that just maybe he'd want to touch that sky. The one that was too bloody high—

And yet so within reach.

Cloud had been able to sit them both on the motorcycle before the green-eyed male had even noticed. He looked at him. "We're going to Seventh Heaven. Hold on tight."

And that's what Kadaj did, too stunned to do much of anything else. Everything was moving too fast, too fast—

It made him want more.

He tightened his grip on the blonde, leaning into him, taking in his scent. The scent of the outside world, untainted by the old city's smoke and glitter. Simple, clean, and unique in it's own way.

He didn't want it to stop.

But it did, and he accepted that. Granted, there would be another time.

Cloud and Kadaj looked at each other then, as they stood outside of the entrance.

"So what do you think this is for?" Kadaj asked not really wanting to go in yet.

"That 'surprise party'. But I think you've figured it out."

"Damn straight." Kadaj winked at him in a flirty way, chuckling at the surprised widening of blue eyes. "Come on. Let's not keep them waiting anymore. Y'know what I mean?"

Cloud's lips slanted upwards to the side, a perfect half smirk, and held Kadaj bridal style again. As Kadaj looked at him in complete surprise, it quickly turned to shyness when Cloud, unable to use his hands, used his nose to brush some of the stray silver strands away to unveil the oddest jade green eyes.

Kadaj smiled at him. "We shouldn't keep them waiting any longer."

Cloud nodded and Kadaj pushed the door open. "Delivery for Tifa Lockheart, named 'silver bullet'?"

The bar was as quiet as a rioting mob. The lights were extremely bright and everyone jumped out at them like zombies in a horror movie.

"Surprise!"

"…Oh," Kadaj sighed flippantly still in Cloud's arms. "As if I couldn't see that coming!"

A/N: Oh ho! It seems like Cloud and Kadaj hit it off very well. Sadly...they're still not getting together yet. They don't know each other, or their habits, so the worst is yet to come. (Just kidding.) And Kadaj...has some problems to sort through. So does Cloud.

Aside from that, Sephiroth, although he's at the party, does intend to change Kadaj's wardrobe to something more suitable for his age. Yazoo is a very jealous brother. And Loz is the sweet one. Kadaj will feel their wrath sooner or later.

*The term 'Aye, that's your lot' just means 'that's all you're going to get'

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