I hope this chapter is as good. I'm not the best at this but I'm doing it anyways.

Chapter Two

Yazoo sped along the dirt road and onto the deserted rundown highway. He soon came upon the exit into the abandoned part of the city which was huge. He had only glance back once and saw no one (meaning no Sephiroth). He was utterly alone in the deserted highway and when he entered the city.

He slowed down slightly, turned on the first right and came to a stop in front of an old furniture store. He was a shadow flash above him and he looked up to see Sephiroth standing atop the furniture store, his sword drawn. He grinned as he stepped off the roof into the fall that brought him closer to Yazoo. Yazoo hit the gas, spinning his bike around and sped off down the next street.

He had no destination but to avoid Sephiroth when able. Suddenly said man was standing on the road before him. Not given the time to do anything else, Yazoo's bike spun so it slid sideways toward Sephiroth and Yazoo was firing Velvet Nightmare. Sephiroth used the blade of his sword to deflect the bullets and jumped as the bike glided through the spot he was standing in just seconds before. Not high up he swung his blade down, grazing Yazoo's upper arm as he passed bellow.

Yazoo regained control of his motorcycle, spinning back around to face Sephiroth who was no longer behind him. He looked up again just in time to see Sephiroth falling towards him, sword raised. Yazoo used Velvet Nightmare to intercept the attack as Sephiroth landed on his bike, sword pressing against the makings of Velvet Nightmare.

"When I have you, I will hurt you like a little doll. Your pain for not eluding me. You have and hour to keep away." Sephiroth hissed, putting more pressure against Yazoo. Swiftly Sephiroths foot came out and kicked Yazoo in the stomach sending him off the bike and into a fountain which was collapsed in therefore the water was deep bellow ground level. Yazoo came out sputtering, quickly jumping out of the water and he ran. He jumped onto a roof where he met Sephiroth. He fired at the powerful opponent as he quickly ventured closer. Sephiroth used his sword again to deflect the attack, while swiftly advancing in a jagged path towards the smaller silver haired male. Yazoo flipped above, firing at the new angle but still to no avail. Sephiroth avoided the blows as if Yazoo was nothing but a child and amateur.

Angered, Yazoo pushed off the ground flinging himself directly at Sephiroth. He fired until his Velvet Nightmare hit the long sword and he made Sephiroth take a step back for balance and resistance. It was only a brief few seconds but it felt like an eternity of opposing forces struggling for dominance and repel each other.

Of course Sephiroth won and Yazoo felt himself being hurtled backwards. He twisted his body allowing his legs to take the impact on the wall as he catapulted himself upward and Sephiroth jumped to meet him, his sword at his side so he could swing it for better impact when he neared.

A few moments later sword met Velvet Nightmare and Velvet Nightmare flew off, spiraling through the air as Yazoo tumbled towards the ground from the kick Sephiroth gave him instead of a sliced gut. He landed hard on his back, the air knocked from his lungs. He struggled to breathe as he hoisted himself up on his elbows. Sephiroth landed only inches away and moved so he stood straddling Yazoo's hips with his legs, swords tip pressing into Yazoo's neck. Yazoo slowly looked up, his layered breathing heavy and quick.

"I caught you, Yazoo. Don't fight me any more today."

He nodded, too winded for words. Sephiroth put away his sword and in one swift motion he hoisted Yazoo into his arms. He brought Yazoo to that old furniture store, finding only two beds in tact, he chose the better one to lay Yazoo on. Taking the blanket he tore three strips. He binded Yazoo's' wrists together with one, and used another to bind them to the bars of the headboard. The third he used to gag Yazoo's mouth, who remained silent, almost terrified. He was scared, but not too extremely. His chest still tingled with a faint hint of pain from his previous abuse but it mattered not. He was going to feel worse after Sephiroth was done with him.

But before Sephiroth could continue Loz and Kadaj entered.

"Sephiroth!" Loz growled when he saw Yazoo tied up. For some reason Loz was more protective of Yazoo, a little too much.

Before Kadaj could stop Loz, and Yazoo helpless to do anything either, Loz had lunged at Sephiroth, gun firing wildly. He rarely used the gun lately since he'd been on his lazy behind most of the days past and it also wasn't his weapon of choice, but he had little to do about it since Yazoo had hidden his Duel Hound due to the fact Loz had gone too far in his insults. Thus the reason Loz had been in a bad mood the day previous, probably crying in his room.

Something sparked in Sephiroths' eyes and he lunged forward with a grace neither Yazoo nor Kadaj thought possible. With one easy swing he sliced through the gun then the rebound he plunged it through Loz' heart. Loz had been too blinded to do anything effective and he got himself killed. Loz crumpled to the ground, dead, while the two remaining brothers watched in horror.

"Loz!" Kadaj cried out, instantly reaching for his souba but Sephiroth already was before him, Masamune pressing to Kadaj's neck.

"Kadaj you will not disobey me. Loz chose his fate, and a poor choice it was." Yazoo could see the hurt in Kadaj's expressive eyes, even from his distance. He felt the same pain and loss pumping through his veins and strong in his chest. Loz was gone and Sephiroth, this powerful legendary being, was the cause.

Kadaj screamed out, falling to his knees, eyes transfixed on the body of his brother. Yazoo meanwhile, lost interest. He didn't want to break down, not here, in front of Sephiroth or Kadaj. Sephiroth left Kadaj and strode over to Yazoo. "Now all that was caused because of you." Yazoo immediately pulled away, feet slipping on the old mattress.

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Kadaj watched as Sephiroth approached Yazoo, calm yet a fearsome aura about him. Kadaj rose shakily to his feet and slowly followed Sephiroth. With the tip of his sword Sephiroth cut small gashes into Yazoo suit, into his skin, blood seeping up to the cut flesh. Yazoo withered bellow, his body twitching, his cries muffled through his gag while Sephiroth slowly, roughly cut Yazoo's body while Kadaj watched in horror. He didn't fully comprehend what was happening. All he knew was that he woke up to Sephiroth in their room, his fury ignited. He remembered being choked, his hair being yanked and then he lost consciousness. When he came around, Yazoo was gone and so was Sephiroth. Loz was at his side, helping him up. They got to their motorcycles and headed off in the direction of the speed tracks along the dirt road, until they reached the ramp onto the highway. They figured they were in the abandoned run down part of the city.

Back to the present, Kadaj thought Yazoo might die of blood loss or something, with the amount of cuts adorning his chest and legs. Kadaj was torn from saving his brother and going against Sephiroth, or remain where he was and continue to watch. Sure, Kadaj was sadistic but he didn't like it when Sephiroth was the one torturing his brother. But by the amount of time he was taking to decide, prolonged Yazoo's torture and Kadaj's guilt.

With a good long breath, Kadaj grabbed souba and pierced it through Sephiroths back and cut on a downward angle. Sephiroth wavered, a gasp emitted from his lips. Kadaj swung his leg up and kicked the taller man aside. With a quick slash he cut the bindings holding his brother and hoisted him into his arms, careful not to slash him with his double blades. While Sephiroth seethed, catching his breath on the floor looking appalled, Kadaj retreated outside, sitting Yazoo behind him, his chest pressed to Kadaj's back, arms around his waist although the grip could be broken by a slug if it tried. He started his motorcycle and with one hand holding Yazoo's arm tight to him, while the other steered, they departed instantly, not waiting for Sephiroth to recover and challenge them.

Sephiroth had dealt worse and Kadaj knew they could only outrun him for so long. They were barely back on the highway when Kadaj noticed a billow of thick smoke rising into the air as if consuming it, from the city where Sephiroth was left behind, going up in flames.

"Fuck…" Kadaj swore, putting more gas in, propelling them faster. Sephiroth was in a rage and burning the city. Not that it really mattered since that half was abandoned and it really didn't effect them any but it signaled that Sephiroth was going to make them suffer. It also gave them a bit more time to hide, maybe Sephiroth wanted the chase.

But Kadaj still didn't understand why. Sephiroth had chased and attacked Yazoo. They hadn't done anything wrong. Sure, they weren't nearly as strong as Sephiroth but together they might've stood a chance against him if Loz hadn't gotten himself killed.

Kadaj suddenly sat up straight as a thought occurred to him but quickly leaned forward again, pulling Yazoo back into the same position against his back so that he didn't fall off the bike. Had Sephiroth done it because he found them in bed together? It seemed like an obvious reason now but why would that bother Sephiroth? It didn't cripple them or alter their training any, and they understood each other's bodies and movements more thoroughly then before. But maybe just the thought in general disturbed him. Maybe he was jealous? No, definitely not that.

"Damn bastard." Kadaj muttered, adjusting his grip on his brother's arm. He didn't turn off at the exit to the house, he wouldn't dare go there. Sephiroth would surely check there for them, but maybe he knew they wouldn't go there and just pass it by. No matter. They would find another place. Hopefully soon because Yazoo probably couldn't handle much more. The wind was cold as it slapped their cheeks but they didn't falter in their path to find a form of warmth.

After passing four more exits to god knows where, Kadaj pulled off onto a dirt road and followed it until they came upon a small village that probably wasn't on any map. None that Kadaj had seen anyways. As he pulled to a stop, lifting some of the dust into the air, some of the people lounging about rose to look at the newcomers, mild surprise on their faces.

Kadaj let out a long sigh before looking for someone that might be the head of these people to demand help from, but none of the people looked willing to even meet eyes with the fiery youth. They all looked like a bunch of rebels and willing to die before they'd lend a hand to some strangers. If they wished to die, Kadaj would surely grant them that.

By 5:00 the villagers weren't staring at them anymore, no dark glances, words under breath or plainly ignoring them with ignorance. You couldn't ask them why they had done it in the first place or what they thought of the brothers because they were dead, down to the very youngest of the children. Kadaj spared no one in his sudden rage against their defiance. Now Yazoo lay bandaged and asleep on one of the beds of the villagers while Kadaj cooked up a meal in the kitchen of the house they occupied. They didn't plan on staying long, just the night to recuperate then in the morning they'd head out again and hopefully Yazoo would be feeling much better. When Kadaj returned upstairs carrying a plate of chicken and rice for his brother, he found Yazoo sitting up; his eyes transfixed out the window, a blank, unreadable look on his usually calm face.

"Yazoo…" Kadaj made his presence known, lowering himself onto the bed side and putting the plate down on Yazoo's lap making him wince. Yazoo muttered his thanks and ate quietly, wincing when he moved in a way that hurt his cut skin under the bandages. Kadaj, unable to remain still, got up and paced around the room, idly stroking the walls with his hand when they came in reach.

"Kadaj!" Yazoo's angry voice penetrated Kadaj's train of thoughts, not hearing Yazoo's calls. He turned and saw his brother crawling to the end of the bed closest to Kadaj. Kadaj went to his brother who now sat with his legs folded under him at the end of the bed, hissing slightly when he had to shift his weight. Kadaj cupped Yazoo's face in his hands, tilting it upwards and leaned in so they were nose to nose.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you." Yazoo nodded slightly and closed his eyes as Kadaj tilted his head and pressed their lips together.

Tongues slipped out, brushing the other's wet muscle in a deep passion in their hot mouths. Kadaj ran his fingers through Yazoo's long silver hair, stroking his scalp with his fingertips and flicking out strands of hair at the end. With more pressure leaning into his brother's mouth and a light tug to his long silver hair, Yazoo fell back onto the bed as Kadaj laid himself on top. He pulled back only for the air his body demanded. Kadaj recovered before Yazoo and moved into a forceful kiss, tongue plunging into the deep cavern of Yazoo's mouth when he half gasped. Half yelped. Kadaj knew he shouldn't put so much of his weight on Yazoo's injured body but in his mind (that sadistic part) he enjoyed his brother wincing when each bruise was pressed, when his heeling skin stretched in a painful shock. And when Yazoo whimpered, Kadaj found it all arousing. But not only pain turned the youngest brother on. When Yazoo moaned, his eyes lazily closing, head tilting back to expose his soft neck, lips parting slightly as he sighed, legs spread for him: it all made Kadaj's blood boil and he knew Yazoo could never belong to anyone else but him. Kadaj was possessive yet that really didn't bother this 'body of thoughts'.

But no, now was not the time and Yazoo was in need of rest, for soon Sephiroth would be too near and they would need to leave. Kadaj pulled off, rising to his feet and closing the curtains before slipping out of his leather uniform so he was in boxers just like Yazoo. Lifting the blanket, he slid under and lay on his side, facing the window. He heard Yazoo whimper his complaint of being left but Kadaj felt as the bed shifted, and Yazoo also slipped under the covers. Yazoo said nothing as Kadaj expected, and soon he could hear Yazoo's breathing even out into a soft, steady rhythm as he slept. Kadaj remained awake for a little while longer, thinking of Sephiroth before he too drifted off to sleep.

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Well I finally finished the chapter!

I'm surprised I finished it when I did; I thought it'd take much longer. I might've rushed it a bit though…and I'm sorry if I messed anything up…I finished this when I'm staying home sick. VV

If you liked it then good, hopefully the next chapter will be up in a week if I keep this up-probably can't but I will try to.