Sorry, it took me a little while…Been busy with projects and had a bit of writers' block which lately has been happening a lot…Damn. I wrote a one shot though while I waited for ideas to start off this chapter and it helped…maybe I should do that more often.

Part of this chapter might be confusing but please bear with me. I hope it pleases everyone and thank you to everyone who reviewed.

Chapter 6

Morning came in all its glory despite the depression the world seemed to be in. The sun rose, its rays sweeping over the battered Earth and warming the cold ground from the coolness the night brought. In this one old house three silver haired men were beginning to wake, although they were quite content with the false reality dreams offered. Kadaj was first up, stretching before he dressed in his black outfit, pulling up all the zippers, tightening buckles and just adjusting the outfit to fit his slim yet muscled frame so it looked just as appealing as it always did. He kept the coat unzipped down to his navel for some reason, maybe because it was hot, maybe because his brothers would always smile when they saw him flaunting his perfect skin.

Yazoo woke next followed shortly by Loz who came down to make them all breakfast despite the fact Kadaj had been up earlier. Kadaj never cooked and they knew never to let him because he'd end up poisoning them which neither felt like enduring. Breakfast was short lived as the front door was kicked down with a loud clatter and heavy boots clunked along the wooden floors as the intruder walked inside. Instinctively all three brothers' had weapons in hand aimed to the entrance to the kitchen. Kadaj positioned himself slightly ahead of his older brothers; Souba held before him, eyes set on the door. To no surprise to any, Sephiroth entered, his own long sword held out yet almost in a relaxed grip. His sly grin was back on those pale features as his eyes scanned the three before him.

"It's been a while."

Abruptly he was gone and Kadaj moved first, leaping up, Souba sweeping out and clashing with the long sword that had been aimed at his head. The two blades seemed to dance in the air above as the two fought, arms swinging with precise accuracy yet never cutting flesh. Kadaj slid back slightly as his feet returned to the sturdiness of the ground while Sephiroth pushed forward. An endless battle raged through the house as Kadaj and Sephiroth battled one on one while the other two were spectators to the fight. Yazoo drew up Velvet Nightmare, taking aim at Sephiroth and firing, his bullets pierced the flesh of Sephiroths' right arm. Sephiroth, in a sudden rage, knocked Kadaj off his feet, spinning to take his rage out on the middle child. Yazoo kept firing as Sephiroth spun his sword to deflect the bullets as he rapidly neared one of his failed clones. Loz moved up beside Yazoo and then he ran forward, surprising speed for his bulk yet he twisted from the arm swinging the deadly long blade, his own weapon connecting to the mans' stomach and electricity forced Sephiroth to be thrown back, crashing into the wall. Kadaj was up by now, Souba gripped fiercely in his hand.

"Do you think you can win?" Sephiroth chuckled, rising to his feet, his eyes swiftly scanning around the room to briefly meet the heated gaze of each clone. Each stood prepared for any approaching assault, breathing calmly yet their cat like eyes betrayed their emotions within them which he could naturally sense. The fear, the sense of anticipation, hate, yet a longing for freedom which Sephiroth had no intention of granting. And suddenly everything turned into chaos as the four men got caught up within the hurricane of their fight, blades swinging and gunshots firing and the house began to crumble under the abuse. Again they all separated, taking in air as their chests heaved from such fast paced action. Yazoo spun out of the way as part of the ceiling caved in, somehow weakened from deflected bullets or slash of a raised sword. The house was weakening but the fight continued in a seemingly endless fight for victory. Sephiroth seemed to be holding his own quite well and the younger silver haired men were surrounding him, eyes never leaving him.

Again, with such unstoppable speed Sephiroth was gone and behind Kadaj in an instant, catching the youngest off guard. The two brothers moved forward but Sephiroth swung his arm down, knocking Kadaj unconscious and catching him in his arms. His sword swung up, the long blade cutting the already crumbling roof and it finally collapsed. Dust rose and wood planks fell along with the furniture above. Yazoo and Loz fled from the house as the whole thing was crumbling and suddenly on fire, thanks to Sephiroth who was no where to be found. Yazoo and Loz stood, their breaths returning to normal, weapons slightly relaxed from their bruising grips. They knew Sephiroth was gone, there was no sign of him and as they circled the flaming house they found no traces of him either, only skid tracks from a bike, jerking in a 180 and speeding off in one direction, the tracks faded as it proceeded on hard grounds.

"Damn it." Yazoo muttered, returning Velvet Nightmare to its holder, turning to see Loz whose face screamed concern. His eyes turned slowly to see his younger brother and he tried to smile reassuringly but failed, deciding instead to put an angered expression on his face.

"We'll find him. Sephiroth has done enough to us…to you." Loz said, playing the role of the strong oldest brother that Yazoo usually did. Yazoo nodded, letting a silence fall between them. They found their two bikes which had been hidden a short way from the house. Gas tanks were full and they were working splendidly. The two brothers set out in the direction of the tracks though the tracks disappeared and they had to rely solely on their instincts and pure guesses. Their drove with as much speed as their bikes allowed, not wanting to be too far behind yet they knew they had lost Sephiroth and their brother. What in hells name was he going to do to Kadaj!

They stopped by at a small city, its nightlife thriving despite what depression the world was in. Everything was newly built, flashy lights came from store signs and people crowded the streets. Many young, around the ages of 16-32, all partying to the music booming from somewhere, and dancing to its rhythm. Yazoo shrugged, glancing at Loz who seemed fascinated by the half naked girls. "What is this place?"

"Some whore or party town." Yazoo said, voice void of emotion making Loz frown but he followed Yazoo as they slowly drove around the people who were beginning to loiter themselves onto the streets. They found a half decent hotel, parking their cars in the far side of the parking lot and getting two separate rooms. Yazoo knew Loz would be out there soon. Despite his easy ability to shed tears and act the role of the older brother, he was the one most into females and loved the chance to be near one let alone many. Yazoo had no interest. He preferred to curl up under his sheets, hugging his knees close and sleeping where only his cold and lonely dreams welcomed him. He liked being alone but liked being with Kadaj just as much. Loz…he could only tolerate him for so long and sure…he loved Loz as his older brother and as a figure to confide in but Loz had his differences and knew to leave Yazoo to do his own thing.

Yazoo…Yazoo was the elegant middle brother, older then Kadaj but younger then Loz. He was quiet, much like the wind…he was there and you knew it but didn't really say or see anything. Only directly, in the ear, would he speak, and directly in front of you when he was seen, with a sudden gust of either coolness or heat and that was Yazoo. Slowly he opened himself, his walls cracking to show the rays of his emotions, those that he had never shown until he fully understood them. Unlike Kadaj who was open and if anything flaunted his emotions and his body with such confidence that made Yazoo seem almost a ghost in his shadow yet he was powerful in the sense of his skills in battle and the self control. Loz was bulky and thick headed but honest and caring for his brothers and no one else besides Mother.

And here was Yazoo, curling within himself, falling into the darkness of his dreams were a cold reality swallowed him whole, showing him everything, reliving it, breathing it all in. Kadaj had been taken from him. Grasped before him and ripped away like a part of his soul. And yet Yazoo was relieved partially. He had never had anything taken away from him where he had had the power to prevent it. It was a new yet unwelcome thrill to rescue his brother. Kadaj was strong and stubborn and could take care of himself. He was the one most compatible to become Sephiroth, the strongest and most alive. Surely he would not die and Sephiroth would not kill him. Yazoo was sure that it would go against Sephiroths plan to anger then and make them act out against him. He was testing them and Yazoo would pass it with flying colours and tear Sephiroth to shreds, stomp on his corpse, and bath (not literally) in his blood.

He awoke early in the morning, not remembering when he fell asleep through the sounds filling the room from the party outside. But all was silent now and only wind pushed against his sealed window. Yazoo rose, the blanket falling off his naked body (yes...he slept in the nude. Why? Because he can…P) and entered the bathroom. It was small, the sink and toilet cramped in the corner while the shower filled the other corner, not too much room left for movement. Yazoo touched the large towel provided, finding it soft enough and clean enough, turning back to the mirror to glance at his own reflection. He looked tired, his face dust covered from the bike rides through the dirt covered roads, his hair limp and slightly dirt. Taking the comb provided, he rinsed it under boiling hot water from the tap, and then ran it through his hair, unknotting it and returning it to the simple stringy look but it was still limp and dirty. Angrily, for no real reason besides Kadajs' absence, he jabbed the metal comb into the bottom corner of the glass, the corner cracking and 5 large pieces broke off, falling into the sink.

The shower water was cold to numb his body, the soap from his hair guided by the fall of the water, fell down to the bottom making a soapy floor bellow his feet in the tub. A small but steady pattern of droplets of blood fell down to mix with the soapy water flowing into the drains. One of the larger shards was in Yazoos left hand, the sharpest edge stained red from the blood on Yazoos' right arm; one long line of sliced flesh ran up from his wrist almost to his elbow. He was almost numb so he barely felt it but the sight of his blood calmed him. He was alive and could feel it and see his life blood on his arm. He felt a need to do it…to cut himself although he had never done it before. It was a security of his life, to know he existed and that his blood flowed for Kadaj and he belonged to his little brother. It was his scar for the first time he had officially failed Kadaj, letting Kadaj be taken from him. It was a failure he knew he should be punished for. Kadaj was their leader. They needed to protect him and Sephiroth needed to be killed.

Yazoo left the cold shower, his body shaking and his lips blue. He quickly pulled out the first aid from under the sink and bandaged his arm tightly as the flow of blood lessened. He dried his body and returned to where his clothes were spread out over the backing of the chair in his hotel room. He dressed, and then went onto the small porch to look at the area he was in, the morning wind blowing his still wet long silver hair. The area was much larger than it had looked at such a late time in the evening when they had first arrived. There was barely anyone out and it was quiet except for an occasional call of some animal in the distance, voice echoed by the morning wind. Yazoo was there for a while, unsure of what he was looking for, of what they were going to do. His attention was diverted back to the room when he heard Loz call him as he entered.

"Na, Yazoo? Shall we find some place for breakfast or shall we leave?"

"I'm not going anywhere on an empty stomach." Yazoo stated and returned inside. He pulled his sleeve down fully so none of the white bandages showed and quickly grabbed his gloves and pulled them on. They paid the hotel keeper and found a bakery that gave them fresh bread and water which didn't cost that much. After breakfast, they returned to their motorbikes and departed, continuing their search for their leader and youngest brother, Kadaj.

And somewhere, not terribly far off, a cold wind blew through the broken glass of the window on a pale face, lifting the chin length silver strands to blow in the half lidded cat like eyes. Blood dripped down the curved back from cut flesh, bruised from what would seem like wounds from a whip, on the figure curled on the stone cold floor.

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This chapter isn't as long but it's not the shortest. I hope you enjoyed it. Feedback is really appreciated. Thank you everyone for the great support and I hope this chapter pleased you.

Darks Light- Thank you for all your support and I'm glad you like my story. And I'm sorry for leaving you hanging on my cliffhangers. I hope it's not too bad.

SolitaireAikanaro-Thanks for the reviews and I'm sorry about the errors (I also apologize to everyone else for them too). Thanks for pointing it out to me and yet I should be shot because I have yet to go back and fix them. -Cries- I'm so lame… I have no one to edit them so I spend a lot of time trying to fix it myself. My sister has done some but she doesn't have much time to go over it for me so she doesn't edit for me now.

I'll probably do more call outs in later chapters. Thanks again to those who've reviewed because I really appreciate it…it motivates me to continue. I actually have so many ideas for this fic so I hope it continues to please.

I'll stop babbling now so I can have time to get to the next chapter.