A/N: ^_^ For me, the month of May is officialy FFVII month. Anyhoozle, enjoy the short chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII or any of its characters.

Chapter Sixteen

Yazoo stumbled as he was pushed inside the small, dark room. He managed to keep his footing, to remain steady and in control. His warden followed in after him for good measure, moving out of the way as Lyra came in after her, Shelke in her hold. The bonds on the girl's legs had been removed so she could walk properly, but that still didn't stop her from being difficult.

Yazoo turned about as Ivan followed last in the room, to make sure his prized possessions were securely set inside. That same arrogant smile was still on his face, as he looked between the two of them, going over in his mind the plans he had for them-whatever those plans were. Yazoo returned his stare, testing his bonds to see if they had become looser by any chance.

Shelke yanked herself out of Lyra's hold, turning to face her with her eyes glowing orange. The blonde took a step back, obviously aware of what her orange glare was a prelude to. She braced herself for another fight as Shelke prepared to attack, despite the fact that her hands were still behind her back.

Before anything could transpire, Ivan stepped between them. He grabbed Shelke by the front of her shirt, pulling her forward and nearly from her feet. "You wanna try something?" he asked, pulling her face near his own.

"Let her go," Yazoo ordered, the first sign of venom on his voice. Ivan looked his direction, and got the full force of Yazoo's antagonizing stare.

The leader of Enfys scoffed, tossing Shelke aside so that she fell to the floor. He stepped closer to the silver-haired man, too close for Yazoo's comfort, but he kept his ground, showing that he would not falter before him. Ivan stood with him eye-to-eye, his green irises locked with his, declaring a challenge as he flexed his fingers.

"Go ahead, kitten," he whispered, "I'm just itching for a battle."

"Ivan..." Lyra drawled out his name, staring at him flatly.

Yazoo smirked, moving to put enough space between them to grant the man's wish. Before he could make a move, Hail went behind Ivan, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him back.

"Hey, down boys."

Ivan glared at her, yanking his arm out of her hold.

"We don't need to be scraping either of your remains off the wall. And there's no need for you to go injuring him in the first place," she said firmly, "Why do you think I incapacitated him instead of battling him? He's worth more uninjured."

"Worth more?" Shelke repeated with horror from her place on the floor.

Yazoo suddenly understood, his angered gaze going from Ivan to Hail. The blue-haired woman looked at him briefly, before turning away. He could have sworn he saw something of shame in her eyes .

"You're selling us?" he asked.

"Yes, that is the plan," Ivan confirmed.

"Selling us to whom?" Shelke asked.

"To someone who can make full use of your feisty personalities."

Yazoo's distaste for this group only grew worse. "You should let us go now, before you regret it."

Ivan chuckled, drawing closer to him once again. "That won't be happening."

Yazoo lunged forward, slamming the crown of his head into the man's nose. Ivan stumbled back with a short cry, his hand going to his face. Hail was smiling as he swore, pulling his gloved hand away to see it covered in blood.

"Should'a seen that one coming," the blue-haired woman said under her breath.

Ivan went for Yazoo, swinging his fist angrily. The punch hit nothing but air as Yazoo effortlessly evaded him. He stepped back, but there was little room to move in the small space. Ivan went for him again, this time grabbing him by the front of his shirt. He yanked him forward and slammed his knee into his stomach, causing the remnant to convulse with a small grunt.

He tossed him aside, the remnant falling on top of Shelke.

Ivan smiled with satisfaction, wiping the rest of the blood from his face as he turned and left the room. Lyra and Hail remained only a moment longer, before they also left. The door slid shut behind them, locking the two captives alone in the room.

Shelke sighed in frustration, using her legs to help push Yazoo upright and off of her. "We have to get out of here," she said, speaking what they both knew was true. There was no need for Yazoo to reply. He managed to bring himself to his feet and went to door, looking it over for any controls. There was nothing, and they were shut in completely.

He stepped back and slammed his foot against the door, the force of the action reverberating back through his body. There was no way it would give. Not that easily anyway.

"Vincent will find us," he said in the end, as he moved away from the door again.

"I have no doubt," she replied, "I'm just curious about how long it will take. I have no wish to be anyone's property."

"Neither do I."

The floor beneath them suddenly lurched, causing Yazoo to stumble a bit. He listened carefully and looked around, before realizing what had happened. The freighter they had been brought to was now moving, sailing the waters that separated the continents. The room continued to sway with the waves, so Yazoo decided to go back to floor. He took a seat across from his companion.

"Perhaps there's another way out of this," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"You have to have noticed the way these people challenge Ivan. I have the feeling they're not all happy about the way he does things," the remnant explained.

"Maybe. But do you really think they'd be unhappy enough to let us go? None of them actually protested selling us. That woman, who looks the most unhappy of all, was the one who captured us in the first place."

"I know that."

"Besides...people usually don't find themselves in these situations because they want to be. There's probably a reason they're all here, despite the fact that they dislike what they're doing. In order to let us go, they'd have to put aside those reasons. And you have no idea how desperate or powerful those reasons are."

"No, I don't. But I think it's worth a shot."

Shelke shrugged, sitting herself up against the wall. "Maybe. At any rate, it's not like it would make anything any worse."

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