Oohh….another hard chapter for me…I feel so deprived of sleep but I had to get this done…I decided to go back to my sadistic side and add a bit of torture or something close to it in this chapter. I seem to like making this fic all about torture and what not so I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 8

Yazoo woke to the splashing of rain hitting the window. Slowly, he sat up, lazily brushing aside his bangs from his eyes as he adjusted to the darkness of the hotel room. It had been 3 days since they had arrived in the city. Kadaj had healed rather fast though he still complained about his body aching, and that he partially had to limp because he had pulled something in his right leg. Loz had been quite distant with them, not talking as much as he usually did, and kept relatively calm and to himself. It seemed as if he had abruptly grown up from his cry baby like personality. Either way, Yazoo was slightly worried for him but wouldn't approach.

Yazoo shivered as he slipped out from the warmth of his blanket and padded over to the bathroom. Once done, he went back to his bed only to be stopped by a hand roughly catching him around the stomach and another pressing to his neck. At first he panicked but an all too familiar voice whispered into his ear and Yazoo immediately became irritated.

"Fuck off, Kadaj. It's too early to play fight or train."

"I don't care. I never said I wanted to fight with you." Kadaj suddenly ground his hips against Yazoo's ass, one leg slipping between Yazoos'. Yazoo suddenly became aware of his brothers intent. Abruptly Yazoo was pushed face first into the mattress while his hands were wrestled behind his back and tied with something that felt like rope. After a moment, Yazoo managed to get his face out of the mattress and turn to the side, sucking in air.

"Damn it, Kadaj. Get off of me. I don't want to do that right now. Loz is still asleep and you aren't healed and I'm still sore."

"Exactly, Loz is asleep and if you're quite you won't wake the log up. He's not a light sleeper, you're plenty aware of that. I'm healed enough and I doubt you're that sore." Kadaj said, voice barely about a whisper, as he flipped Yazoo onto his back and straddled his older brothers' hips. Yazoo growled and bucked suddenly, causing Kadaj to loose balance. He quickly repeated the action and Kadaj was knocked over onto the floor with a loud thud. Yazoo heard his brother grumbling and swearing as he sat up. Yazoo kicked his legs over the other side of the bed and stood up. He tugged at his bonds but Kadaj had done well to keep his hands restricted.

Yazoo hissed, "Untie me, little brother. I refuse to play with you. We can play all we want when this little game with Sephiroth is complete, but not now."

"Game? I would not call it a game." Kadaj snarled back, suddenly angry. "If I'm going to die before this 'game' is done then how can I play with you?"

"I don't know, but you're just being a horny little kid. Why don't you just touch yourself? Satisfy yourself with your own hands and with out my help."

"Gods, you're so…gah!" Kadaj threw his hands in the air in an exasperated gesture. He stomped over to Yazoo and untied him, the whole time biting his bottom lip as he pouted. Yazoo rubbed his wrists eyes darting up occasionally to look at his brother then ignored him, going into his own thoughts. He knew Kadaj was young and still going through his stages of puberty but sometimes Yazoo just wanted to be left alone. He still hadn't recovered fully from their encounters with Sephiroth, and he was feeling the toll on his mind and body.

Before this whole ordeal with Sephiroth, Kadaj had been much more in control of his own needs, despite the little implications through their training sessions. Suddenly the rope was around his neck and he was pulled to the ground. He thrashed but the weight shifted on him and sat on the dip in his lower back. "Cut it out Kadaj."

He heard a cruel laughter emit from his siblings mouth, much like he would in the time before Sephiroth had appeared before them. "Come on Yazoo. We use to do things like this all the time. You're changing way too much."

"I… don't …care." Yazoo snarled, voice low and breathless. He shifted beneath his brothers' weight, trying to make the pressure on his back ease a little. He felt a tight squeeze in his sides as Kadaj pressed his knees into Yazoo, making the older brother hiss. "I'll wake Loz up."

"No you won't." Kadaj said with confidence. What made him so sure that Yazoo wouldn't just scream out? Although the idea wasn't appealing to Yazoo in the slightest since he'd rather just be quiet and left alone but that wasn't really an option at the moment. Yazoo felt the roughness of the rope cutting his neck, and he was sure he was bleeding a bit. Air was tight and his breaths came in quick gasps, whimpering when Kadaj would shift the rope, scraping it over his skin. He glanced through partially clouded and half lidded eyes for Velvet Nightmare, but it was still on the night stand beside his bed and he couldn't get to it. He looked around on the floor, over the wooden planks and under the bed, for anything in his reach that he could use as a weapon against his leader. But all he could see was darkness and dust, and occasional fly or a chip in the wooden floor but nothing of any use. Sure, he could probably get hold of one of the fly corpses and squish it somewhere on Kadaj but that would only succeed in raising his siblings' bad temper and probably for him to loose what little air he could get now.

"Kadaj…stop this…" Yazoo grunted, swinging his elbow back, hitting it against Kadajs' thigh. The boy scowled, rocking his hips down into Yazoo. Yazoo coughed, gasping for air and getting a larger mouth full of dust which he tried to cough back out of his hurting lungs. He tried to yank his other arm out from under Kadaj's leg but a jolt of pain caused him to stop and he lay quite still.

Kadaj leaned down, lips brushing against his brothers' ear, tongue tracing it. "I want to play with you Yazoo." He heard a snort from his brother and he roughly grabbed a handful of long silver hair and tugged Yazoos' head back up. "You don't think I'd do with you as I please?"

"It's…not that…"Yazoo sputtered, eyes wide and full of pain. He currently wished that somehow he could kill his brother that instant, and stop his madness. He was becoming just like Sephiroth…

"You just…seem...so much ...like …him."

'"Like him'?" Kadaj snarled, the rope loosening a bit. "Do you mean Sephiroth?"

"Yes…" Yazoo knew he ignited a hotter flame within his brother then, getting the effect he didn't desire. He had hoped Kadaj would find that though repulsive and release him but Kadaj took more offense and became brutal. Kadaj slammed Yazoos' head down, dazing the man. He tugged his hair, scratched down his neck, slammed his fists onto his shoulders, tightened the rope and yanking Yazoos' head back up roughly. He bit his brothers' neck, blood oozing out of the small wound and onto the ground beneath him. Yazoo cried out, but it was quiet and low, barely audible as he slowly was loosing consciousness as the lack of air flow and the large waves of pain that consumed him, pushing him into the darkness until he felt nothing any more.

Kadaj released his brother, eyes glaring down at the still form. He felt angry but a small tinge of satisfaction as he looked upon the wound he had inflicted on Yazoo's neck. He leaned closer, getting a better look at the gashed flesh and how each pearl of blood left a red trail as it descended. Kadaj pressed his lips to it, tongue coming to lap at it and taste the metallic blood. He didn't find it repulsive tasting but he didn't want to make it a habit to suck blood either. He pulled back, licking his lips then stood, pulling the rope away from the still form of his sibling. He put the rope on the end of the bed and returned to Yazoo's side, bending down and tracing Yazoo's face with his fingertips. He observed his breathing, noting it was fast but calming down but his body was in bad shape. He was bleeding from each spot Kadaj had scratched him and his flesh was already bruising. Kadaj scowled, realizing he had injured his brothers' face when he didn't want to. He cursed himself for not having better self control. He never really had. He was unpredictable and his mood swings were instantaneous. Sometimes he lost himself in them, unable to stop himself from acting out. He had to admit though… he had gotten better because they didn't happen as often as they use to.

He left the place briefly and returned once he had stolen a healing potion which he used on Yazoo. He watched as the wounds dematerialized on his flesh, returning to the smooth and unmarred skin that he had always had. Kadaj smiled, hooking one arm under Yazoo's knees while the other wrapped around his shoulders. He lifted Yazoo back onto the bed and slipped in beside him. He wrapped his arms around Yazoo, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck and whispering an apology although Yazoo probably couldn't hear him and he doubt Yazoo would forgive him…at least not yet.

Yazoo awoke, groggily opening his eyes. He sighed contentedly into the warmth around him but abruptly stiffened as he recalled what had happened. He looked down to see a pair of arms wrapped around him and hot breath blowing gently against the back of his neck, lifting some of his hair. By just looking at the slim arms he knew it was the spoiled brat. He growled, shoving the arms off him and slid out of bed. He heard a small grumble as Kadaj woke, sitting up to meet the hot glare of Yazoo's cat-like eyes. Kadaj blushed slightly under the gaze and slid out of the bed, walking over to his brother who backed up.

"Don't trust me?"

"No, I don't, Kadaj." Kadaj pouted at that but accepted it. They both turned as Loz stirred, grumbled and scratched his hip before shoving his face back into the pillow to sleep some more. "Please, give me some space."

"I'm barely close to you!"

"I don't mean like this Kadaj." Yazoo waved the space in between them to help explain. "I mean just leave me alone, let me think and stop pushing me for sex. You still might be a horny teen but I can't put up with it right now."

"Fuck you." Kadaj swore, lips turning down in a pout as he crossed his arms. He turned and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him with such force it bounced back and Yazoo heard his sibling curse again while shutting the door properly.

"Yazoo…?" Loz's tired voice met Yazoo's ears and the young man turned to see his older brother sitting up, stretching his arms in the air as he yawned before letting them flop back down onto the bed at his sides.

"It's alright Loz. He's just sulking." Yazoo said, his voice neutral and his face matching his tone. Yazoo dragged his fingers through his messy hair, meeting a few knots on the way. He sat down and started to carefully unknot his hair while he heard Loz get up and grab his clothes from the chair and dressing once again. Once he heard the familiar sound of Loz's zipper being dragged up he glanced over at him.

"Can we leave this place?"

"Why?"

"We won't be able to afford it much longer…I'd like to go to some place where we can train again and get stronger…so we can defeat Sephiroth."

"True…I'd like that but it all comes down to Kadaj."

"I know that." Yazoo said as he looked back at the closed door, hearing the sound of the shower running. Yazoo sighed before getting up. "I'm going out."

"Where to?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, it does. What if something happens?"

"You'll just have to trust that nothing does." Yazoo walked out before Loz could protest any further. He wanted some freedom which was quickly being restricted from him. He felt like walls were being built around him and that he was being completely blocked off. He strolled through the streets, avoiding people and just simply window gazing. Nothing caught his interest and he had no real interest in buying anything with his non existent money. Yazoo paused as he felt a large hand clamp gently on his shoulder. He turned and felt his body ice over. The one person he didn't expect to see so soon stood only a few inches away, a cold sneer on his pale face. Yazoo almost whimpered but held it back, swallowing deeply, turning his face to be near impassive as anger swelled with in him and probably visible in his eyes. Yazoo swatted the hand off of his shoulder, taking a step back to put a small distance and breathing space between the two of them. Sephiroth chuckled, walking almost past Yazoo before he wrapped his arms around Yazoo's neck and turning him so he walked beside him with his arm over Yazoo's shoulders.

Yazoo growled but Sephiroth didn't change. He spoke, his voice cold and calm, "You insist on fighting me when you all belong to me. I'm insulted that you don't want to destroy this world but what hurts me the most is that you were making love to your brother."

"I figured that's the original reason…"Yazoo muttered and he felt Sephiroth tighten his grip on his shoulder. Yazoo hissed at the slight pain and tried to shake off Sephiroth's grip but got no where.

"Why don't you cease this pointless game of cat and mouse? I find it amusing and all but I have no need of it. I'd rather just take you."

Yazoo frowned, glancing up at the man. "Take us?"

"Yes, take you." Sephiroth suddenly pushed Yazoo down an alley that they were about to pass. Yazoo stumbled, turning as he tried to catch his balance but once again Sephiroth pushed him with enough force and Yazoo hit the ground, his elbows scraping over rough cement and chest smacking hard enough to knock the air from his lungs. Yazoo groaned, pushing himself up but a heavy boot slammed down on the curve of his back making him meet the dirt again. Yazoo grunted, turning his head to look back at the long silver haired man.

"What the fuck….get off me." He snarled angrily, trying to shift his body. The heel of the boot dug in further and Yazoo arched against the ground. It hurt like hell and he made to swing his arm back but Sephiroth reached down and caught his wrist, pulling it back. Yazoo cried out, trying to pull free but Sephiroth wasn't being lenient with him. Sephiroth pulled back a bit further and the man bellow him squirmed, feeling as if his arm was about to be torn off. Sephiroth released Yazoo's arm, removing his foot from his back and bent down beside the pained man. He grabbed a handful of Yazoo's hair and tugged his face close.

"I'll tell you something…I don't like being told what to do, so don't do it. I don't like being betrayed but you've already done that. I don't like weaklings but all three of you are…I will make you all submit to me…especially you, Yazoo. I'll make you mine."

"Fuck you." Yazoo spat, not caring that it'd piss off the already angered male that had a vice like grip in his hair. Said grip tightened and Sephiroth moved closer so his lips were practically touching with Yazoo's.

"You put yourself through so much for so little, Yazoo. I'm beginning to get the impression that you're a masochist. Let's say we make a deal. I'll leave you three alone for a year. You can do what ever you like but you must get stronger. In exactly one year from today I'll meet you in the forgotten city or your little 'hideout' by sunset. We can fight and if I defeat at least two out of the three of you…then you all belong to me. If I loose I shall disappear from your lives and live somewhere on my own."

"You lie."

"No I don't. I shall keep my word."

"Then what about your plan to…"

"I shall forget it."

"I doubt something like that can be…so easily forgotten."

"You're probably right but it doesn't matter. I'm confident that I shall have you three." And with those last words Sephiroth slammed Yazoo's head to the ground, knocking the man out cold.

Chapter end

Isn't that wonderful? I actually finished it! (Woot)

I'm sorry it took so long but I've been busy…I've had a nice idea for another fic which is what I've been working on but have been too lazy to post since…I got lazy…I probably need to find a BETA to edit it and what not…I go over it many times but I'm sure I missed something. Ahh well…I don't think I'll do shout outs to individuals this chapter…I want to post it. But thanks to those who review…I really appreciate it because I know someone likes it. And yes…I have plenty of ideas left for this fic…I just gave myself some year space to work with…though I won't describe each and every day because it'd take too long…and I'm rambling again so I apologize and start the next chapter.