Authoress' Notes:

W00t! Ok, big news (for me, at least)! I dumped the stuff I wrote from my AlphaSmart to the computer… and I'm over 10,000 words! This is almost twice as long as the longest story I've ever written!

Anyways, this chapter has the second of those dreams I mentioned in the summary- and this one is (I hope) a lot more disturbing. So if you don't like blood, screaming or the stabbity… don't read? n.n;

Also, I finally found an excuse to give a certain mysterious bishie a well-deserved moment in the spotlight!

Note: I can't take absolute credit for the dream at the end. I got the basic idea (only the idea, mind you!) for Kadaj's and Loz's appearance from marionette kadaj's adorable fic "Beg Me". You said I didn't have to mention you, but I feel like, since I wouldn't have thought of it without you, I really should. By the way, peeps, that's a pretty darn good story right there, so I recommend reading it!

Disclaimer: I dun own anything!

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Dream

"Reno?" Someone was talking to him. Drowsily, Reno wondered who it was.

"Reno? Come on, Reno, you need to wake up."

Reno turned to bury his face in his pillow. "Don't feel like it, yo," he whined. When the small fingers began tickling him, though, Reno decided that now would be a good time to get up.

"OK, I'M UP! DAMN, YO!" Reno screeched. He hated being tickled. Reno looked to see who was tickling him, and found himself face-to-face with Elena. For a moment, Reno wondered why her eyes were so filled with concern. Then he began to wonder why his eyes felt so puffy.

Then, Reno remembered. He remembered Rude, and he remembered Yazoo. With a groan of frustration and anguish, Reno stretched slowly. "Any chance I've been having some sort of really fucked up nightmare for the past few days?"

Elena shook her head sadly and gave Reno a little hug. "I'm sorry to wake you up, but the President's kind of mad."

Reno rolled his eyes. "So, Rufus has a stick up his ass? What else is new?"

Elena stifled a giggle. "Careful, Reno. Anyways, you went off and left the remnant by himself, and we aren't sure where he is.

Reno facepalmed. "I guess I forgot about that," he moaned.

Elena sighed, leaning forward to poke Reno in the chest. "Well, we need to go find him, so come on."

Yazoo sighed. After Reno had left, Yazoo had taken advantage of being left alone and set out (slowly) to escape.

Now, the thing about having recently-broken ribs and mild head injuries is, it's pretty hard to make terribly good headway. Yazoo was definitely encountering this difficulty. In the space of about twenty minutes, he'd gotten down one hall and was now approaching a door that he'd have normally been out of in about five minutes. Yazoo smiled slightly. He could see daylight streaming in through the window next to the door. Yazoo pushed the door open and stepped outside. The bright sunlight hit him in the eyes, making him duck his head to the side. He looked out across the dusty hills, and breathed in the cool breeze.

Next thing he knew, however, Yazoo was on the ground with someone on top of him. "I thought you might try to escape," a deep, gravelly voice whispered in his ear.

Yazoo's eyes watered as the man above him leaned on his healing ribs. Yazoo's body was quick to heal, but it still hurt like hell when he had the weight of a fully-grown man pressing down on his injuries. As his captor stood, Yazoo saw a flash of red out of the corner of his eye.

Yazoo felt himself being turned over, and he readied himself to run, but the gun pointed directly at his face discouraged such actions. Yazoo stared at the man's crimson eyes. He'd never seen anyone with eyes that color. Vincent Valentine reached down and offered Yazoo his golden claw to help him stand up, keeping his gun steadily centered on Yazoo. Yazoo hesitantly took the proffered claw and stood. Grimly, Vincent looked the other man over. After a moment, he nodded slightly, though Yazoo had no idea why. Turning Yazoo around, Vincent marched him at gunpoint back into the building.

Vincent remembered the way to the medical wing as well as he had all those years ago. He relaxed a little as he and his silver-haired prisoner made their way down the hall.

"Vincent!"

Vincent turned to see Tseng hurrying towards them. He nodded politely. He turned as he heard the young man beside him speak hesitantly. "You're… Tseng, right?"

Tseng looked surprised. "Yes. I thought you were too feverish to remember." He turned to Vincent. "Thank you, Vincent. We're indebted to you."

Vincent nodded and turned to leave. Tseng, who hadn't quite finished with Vincent, opened his mouth to continue, but, watching the end of the red cloak disappear around the corner, he shook his head, seeming to think better of it, and turned to Yazoo.

"Come on," he said. "You aren't supposed to be going outside." Yazoo meekly followed Tseng back to the medical wing. His side hurt more than ever, and he just wanted to go back to sleep now. As Yazoo walked, though, he began to feel as though he wasn't there. He felt like he was somewhere else. Somewhere he'd been before…

Yazoo was in a dark room, confronting a tank filled with glowing liquid. Once again, the woman floating in the tank looked up at him, and Yazoo found himself staring into those red eyes, terrified.

"Yazoo…" Yazoo's pulse sped up as he heard the quiet, eerie voice, though the cold, full lips didn't move. "Yazoo… my son…" Yazoo gasped as, suddenly, he realized that the woman was gone. In her place floated a beautiful man, one with smooth, pale skin, long silver hair and the most amazing green eyes he had ever seen.

"Yazoo. My brother," the man said in a deep, rich voice. Yazoo stepped back as the man, who was inexplicably no longer encased in glass, came towards him, taking smooth, even steps. His silver hair swirled around his nude torso, wrapping the tall, slender figure in an air of mystery. Suddenly, Yazoo stumbled over something. Falling backwards, he looked to see what he'd tripped over, and found himself staring at the dead, bloody bodies of his brothers.

Kadaj's empty, emerald eyes stared at the ceiling, and the blood that trickled from the corner of his mouth dripped slowly onto Loz's chest, running smoothly down the broken ribs sticking out at odd angles. Yazoo screamed until his throat was raw, screwing his eyes shut as tightly as he could. He screamed until he had to stop, because he couldn't even tell if he was screaming any more. No matter what he did, though, he felt the tall, intimidating man coming closer. A smooth, velvety voice whispered into his ear.

"Yazoo, my brother. Why are our other brothers dead?" Yazoo shook violently as he felt a cold blade trace the line of his throat, almost delicately.

"I don't understand one thing, Yazoo," the voice continued as the blade slowly moved down to push against Yazoo's belly. Yazoo opened his eyes, and found that his world had narrowed to those two eyes. The world was emerald, the world was angry, the world thirsted for blood.

"Why," and Yazoo nearly moaned in terror as the voice lost its pleasant tone and became furious and deadly, "have none of you brought me back?" Yazoo stared, fascinated, as the man moved forward, a pleasant, dangerous smile still on his lips even as he lifted the long sword he held. And then, Yazoo knew nothing more than the harsh, agonizing pain as the sword plunged through his gut. Yazoo's scream was the sound of his white-hot pain. He couldn't tell where sound ended and agony began. The blinding torture filled his senses, and Yazoo at last fell into darkness.

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Um… yeah. I was trying to make it creepy, but not overboard. …hopefully I succeeded!

Hmm… so, that bishounen molestation scene I mentioned? It's looking very likely that it'll come in the next chapter.

A little personal note: I finished my English exam on Friday, and I finished Latin today! Mythology tomorrow, U.S. History Wednesday, and then after math on Thursday I'm done for the summer!

Anyways! n.n; Please review?