Alright, now before all you people yell at me for being a lazy butt and taking this long to update, I can explain! Ok I can't, but I can sure ad lib some stuff for ya. You see, life's just been a little crazy and me trying to find time to write while I'm in that zone that I need to be in, is like trying to find a needle in Kansas. Much harder than a needle in a haystack, by the by. I won't make promises of updating every week or whatever because if I'm given a time date my body HAS to rebel against it. I know where the story needs to go and what actions in what order, it's more of me trying to get back into writing again, so forgive me as I stumble along here.

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On with the show! Or really strange story. Whatever you want to call it peoples!

Chapter Sixteen-

I'm very fragile, you know. So please, take care to not break me. I've already glued myself back together once.

I took a deep breathe.

Alright, now when I open my eyes, I'll be back at Cloud's apartment. No crazy people, no hormonal sadists, just me, my room and I.

My lashes fluttered past my eyes to reveal what I was praying to avoid: The reality that that stupid vaulted ceiling was still there. So much for wishful thinking.

I whined to myself as I sat up.

"Maybe I can just sneak out," I murmured. "He never was one for guards. I could probably just sneak downstairs and make a run for it."

Already encouraged by this thought, I bounced over to the French doors that awaited me and flung the right one open. I couldn't stop my feet from plowing right through, and instead of making my escape I got a mouthful of silver hair. Shoulder length silver hair.

"What the hell?" I spat out the locks that stuck to my tongue and lips as I was greeted with glowing green cat slits of eyes. "He's got his brothers playing watchdogs now?"

"My orders are to make sure you stay in your nice and cozy room and don't get 'lost'," Kadaj informed. "By any means." His pale lips twisted up into that sadistic smirk that seemed to be hereditary in this family. "But please, try something. Give me a reason to have some fun around here."

I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "You're all the same, with your twisted sense of 'fun'."

He merely shrugged. "Whatever you say. Just be a good girl and stay inside. You don't want to ruin the ceremony brother's worked so hard on, now do you?"

I couldn't believe this kid was giving me orders.

"What ceremony?" I demanded, placing my hands on my hips crossly.

"The marriage, smart one." He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yeah," I snorted. "The marriage from hell. There'll be no living with the in-laws."

I got a swift smack across my cheekbone.

"Don't speak so rudely about Mother!" His voice whined like a child's, but his eyes narrowed, aging him.

I gingerly touched the bruise forming. "She's a friggin' head in a box! It's not like she's human!"

The teenager laughed at this. "But of course she's not human. Our Mother would never be some filthy mortal."

I scoffed at his words. "You all call them filthy, and yet you can't see the dirt on your own faces! Dirt and blood! All from lies your parents told you."

"Shut up!" His gloved fist struck me once again.

I probably shouldn't have, but I kept on ranting. I have no sense of self preservation anyways.

"She doesn't even have a body!"

"She will." He grinned.

"…What?"

"Once we build our promised land, she'll be able to receive her glory. Her true body!" The thought struck me that he looked like one of those over zealous priests declaring their teachings.

"How!"

"Through you." He barely moved his mouth as he spoke. His eyes were wider now, excited and sparkling. His chest rose and fell in excited breathes and I could tell he would tell me what was going on with or without being prodded.

"I don't understand…"

"Of course not. You're just a stupid little girl. But you're a stupid little girl with power. Not to mention a fair body…that'll supply us with plenty of entertainment."

I couldn't help but let a snarl rip from my chest and slip out through clenched teeth, as if I was some sort of animal, like a wolf, defending there turf.

"We can't have our promised land without your help." He walked around a bit, continuing as if he hadn't made a remark about my intelligence or as to how I could be useful. "It's in the prophecy. You and Sephiroth together have the power to do these things, it says so."

"Everyone keeps mentioning this stupid prophecy! Well where is it?! Why haven't I ever seen it!"

He threw back his head and laughed in amusement. "What, you think it's just a thin slip of paper lying around?" He circled around me, like a vulture stalking its prey. "This thing is ancient, like an engraved stone wall." He leaned forwards and tilted his head at mine. "Get it now?"

"Whatever." I shoved him out of my space, slightly flustered at being so close to someone I'd only really met one other time.

He chuckled, apparently picking up on my discomfort. "It's really true then?"

"What?" I snapped.

"That you hate even the thought of being touched."

I remained silent for a moment, deciding carefully how to respond. "I'm an independent person and I like my personal space. Sorry if I don't like you in my bubble."

He smirked, though I'm not sure he ever stopped, and pressed on. "You don't seem to mind it coming from Cloud though…I wonder if you have a crush on our dear black sheep of a brother."

This talk was starting to piss me off.

"That's none of your business." I turned on my heel to leave, when a leather glove gripped above my elbow. Immediately I yanked at it.

"Well I think you do!"

"Let go."

"What do you see in that traitor anyways? You've got all of us!"

"Let. Go."

"We can give you everything, for only a small price. A price many in your position would be more than willing to pay. So just forget about him." He leaned his head back in, only much closer than I'd even feel comfortable from Cloud, even if I did like him.

"Let. Me. Go. NOW!" I clawed at whatever part of him I could as I felt his dry, yet soft, lips graze across my jaw. I refused to be used by another one of them, especial someone younger than me. It put a rather large dent in my ego.

"Kadaj." A smooth, velvet like voice rang clearly through the room. "Didn't I tell you to leave my dear girl alone?" Sephiroth stood in the doorway, looking like death warmed over. His white, buttoned down shirt hung open over his alabaster skin, which almost seemed to have a tint of blue and purple to it.

Though his brothers voice held no threatening tone, Kadaj immediately dropped his hand to his side, stepped back, and bowed his head. "Sorry nii-san." And with that he turned and left, almost disappearing into the air.

"Thank you…" I mumbled. I hated saying those words to him.

My silver haired man shut the door behind him as he staggered in. "Yeah well, I don't like to share."

Upon closer inspection I could see, and smell, that he'd been drinking.

"I'm glad they fit." He nodded towards my new garb.

I looked down. I'd forgotten all about it.

"Yeah…uh, you didn't have to though." This felt incredibly awkward to me.

"Nonsense," he replied. "I kidnapped you. I should at least shower you with lavish gifts."

I had to admit, it did only seem fair.

I shifted slightly, feeling about as comfortable as if I had a pinecone rammed up my ass.

"Do you remember where the dining room is?" It wasn't really a question, more of a statement Seph made as he rubbed his, probably now throbbing, head.

"Yeah…" I replied softly. "Since when did you start drinking yourself into a comatose state?"

"I'm perfectly fine, just a minor headache. And don't change the subject."

"I can smell the whiskey from the door."

"Dammit, you're doing it again."

"What? I'm just showing a little casual concern…Stockholm's syndrome getting to me apparently."

"Just stick to the subject, please."

"But I don't want to talk about what I think you want to talk about."

"Yes I assumed that when you changed the topic of discussion." He countered, growing more annoyed by the second. He took a deep breath and almost appeared to be counting to ten in an attempt to calm down. "I came here to invite you to dinner later at 7:00 sharp."

I paused briefly, debating which answer won't get me slapped. "I'm still tired, I'd prefer to eat in my room."

I thought I heard a low growl rippling from the back of his throat, but it was so hushed I couldn't be sure.

To my surprise, he answered calmly. "Alright then, I shall send your maid up with your food until you regain your strength to eat with me." He stood and kissed my head and walked out.

I sat there, slack jawed, that he didn't strangle me. More shocked by the fact that he complied with my wishes.

He must be very, very drunk indeed.

Alright, so shorter than I usually do, but it's all I could come up with. I need a chapter break before I start the next part okay? I hope it suited you all and that it was good enough. I particularly like it once I typed it all up. I had it in my notebook I was writing in (because I can't have my computer on at those late hours when I like to write) and I added a bit more things but essentially it was all there, just came to me thank goodness.

Anyways, to all those who still are sticking with me for this, thanks a bunch and PLEASE review. I get good reviews and I'm much more inclined to write and update faster, so you want the next chapter then review! TTFN!