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Chapter VI

Hair soft like a cat's paw. Cool, gentle fingers that look so wrong wrapped around the handle of that gun. A frame so slender, it looks like it might snap. But it also looks so elegant. Your movements flow so gracefully. It doesn't make you look like a fighter. It makes you look ... like a dancer. Not someone who should fight.

It makes me want to protect you. That's why I can't tell you that I'm not your big brother. You look so fragile, I couldn't really bring myself to hurt you. You lie in my arms, jerking with every step I take up the stairs. It seems though, even when unconscious, you want to protect yourself. You're trying to twist out of my grasp, only you aren't even awake or strong enough for that.

You look as young and as weak as one of the children, and that makes me sick. Because, I tried to hurt you and you tried to hurt me. We fought, and you nearly died. But for what? For a reunion? For someone who couldn't save you? Someone who would only hurt you, because that's all it knows how to do. Someone who has hurt you, taken everyone away from you.

That's why you're here I suppose. Because I couldn't hurt you, not after watching everything you hold dear destroyed. I know I even went so far as to take some of it. I hurt you, and all you've given me is this scar.

But I can't trust you, not after that little scene you caused. I can't put the kids in danger, even though you seem like a kid yourself. You've proven yourself well capable of killing people, and hurting people. And I can't take that chance with the people I care about.

Though you've been hurt as well. You proved that when you reacted so badly, you're afraid of us. And for some reason, I want to hurt the person who hurt you.

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Tifa sighed, watching Cloud and Vincent treat the young man. He didn't look anything like the man that'd attacked her, apart from the silver hair and eyes. No, this one looked far more delicate. In every sense, he looked weaker, though she'd just seen that this wasn't true. Even when injured, he'd given them a run for their money.

Sighing, she turned to see Barret, Cid and Yuffie standing outside the door. Barret seemed to be trying to lead Yuffie away, who was craning to get a look in the room. A soft smile graced Tifa's lips. Same old Yuffie, ever curious.

Barret was looking away, as though not trusting himself to look at the boy on the bed, and that unnerved her. Because she didn't want hostilaties, considering the boy was jumpy enough as it was and she didn't want any casualties. Particularly since they'd have to take turns guarding him. And she didn't want the kids seeing any more fighting.

Cloud stood up, his movements far clumsier then they should've been. Vincent rose with grace that was ever presant, no matter what the situation. She sighed once again, and swung her gaze back on the boy. Her breath caught in her throat.

The boy's face had been cleaned, revealing the sooth flawless skin. And his hair, though still dirty, fanned out across the pillow with such elegance. He looked so... beautiful. Though it wasn't that that drew her attention. The sunlight streaming through the window threw his face into a jigsaw of dark and light. A stream of light illuminated the hair across his forehead, forming a... well, a halo. And beneath the golden halo shadows darkened the white skin. Shadow beneath light, a combination of the two extremes.

The angel born in hell.

She stared at him for several more minutes, before realising that this was causing everyone else to stare at her. A dark blush stained her features and she started to lower her eyes.

But eyes opened, and the unnatural beauty of his deep orbs burned into her dark eyes. Fear crept into them, and her heart wrenched.

"B...big brother..." the boy whispered, sounding like he desperately needed his brother. He needed a man that was no more related to him than she was. Pity filled her, and she glanced at Cloud. The man didn't seem capable of moving. So she did, running her fingers through the silver tresses. Hoping to calm him the way she would Denzel or Marlene.

The boy flinced away from her, and her heart continued its painful wrenching. Eventually, Cloud stepped up to them, something alight in his eyes.

"I'm.." the blonde started, but never got to finish as Denzel suddenly appeared, anger evident in his orbs. Tifa stared at him, before moving to stop him from entering the room. She didn't succeed, and before anyone could stop him, he ran up and grabbed the boy by the collar. He wasn't strong enough to raise the boy of the bed, but he didn't seem to care.

"You... you..." Denzel snarled. The boy's stared at him, his eyes half lidded.

"Hurting me... won't solve anything."

His voice, it was like the wind running gently through the desert. Soft, sad, lonely and yet indescribably beautiful, just like his eyes. Tifa felt her mind lose its grip on the scene, and becoming lost in that voice.

She barely noticed Cloud moving, and only came back to reality at a sharp cry of pain.

Denzel!

Well, should I make it Tifa/Yazoo? Anywayz, watch y'all think? Please R&R? And i'm very sorry bout the lenght. These chapters won't work long...