A/N: This chapter contains some M-rated material: nudity and heavy suggestive themes.
Zexion, though not a child, would've preferred not seeing his father naked.
Their pale torsos seemed to vibrate in the moonlight. Low groans and grunts sounded like gunfire in the city that never sleeps. Roaring above the honking cars, streetlights, the chattering of strangers, was a man in his late thirties with long silver hair, and a blonde girl about Zexion's age. They soon finished, purring their goodbyes as the man got to his feet and dressed. He sauntered out the room. The crow's eyes followed him out the apartment, landing on a pile of opened envelopes on the way. In the upper left-hand corner was the return-address.
After a few hours of walking, Zexion had entered an urban-city area and was standing before the same destination. Red waited at his side. On Zexion's shoulders perched the crow, almost silently proud for have leading him here. It cawed as if impatient. Zexion, as well as his companions, knew this resident would have answers. The boy didn't knock, but opened the door as silently as he could. He entered the apartment. The crow flew off to the window sill, where it sat with curious eyes, "what will you do next?" Red remained beside Zexion, his ears flipped back, tail erect.
Across the apartment was the bathroom. The door was slightly cracked, allowing a slit of light to illuminate the room. Steam swirled in it. Zexion heard a hissing noise. He paced the carpet and pulled open the door. Blonde, wet hair and another nude body greeted him. This one, however, he liked a lot better, but it wasn't anything new.
"Larxene?"
She didn't sound surprised or thrilled to see him, just a little annoyed. The girl didn't make a move to cover herself, just placing her hands on her hips, "What do you want, Z?"
It was all Zexion could do to keep his eyes on her face. Disgust laced his tone, "I want to know where Sephiroth is."
"Never heard of him. Seriously what the fuck do you want? Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"You're lying. You know him. He was here, last night."
The girl's expression faltered before she plastered on a sweet smile, "I don't know what you mean. I wasn't even here last night."
"Stop it, Larxene. You already know you're in trouble."
"Oh, I'm in trouble am I?" she closed the distance between them, pressing her chest up against his, "Oh dear whatever shall I do? I'm such a naughty girl…"
Red had begun growling.
Zexion didn't stutter, "Tell me where he is. I don't want to hurt you."
"But Z, you've hit me before, right here." she placed his hand on her bottom. Zexion could feel his head swimming. Frustrated, he tried pulling his hand away, but she held it firmly there, squeezing the fingers, "C'mon, Z… I need punishment..." Larxene began suckling on his neck.
He let out a husky, shaky breath, "Larxene, stop."
She began moaning, like in the vision.
"Stop!" Zexion grabbed her by the biceps and pushed her away. He kept her in his grasp, gripping her skin tight enough to make her gasp.
"Z, that hurts, quit it!" she tried pulling away; he only tightened his hold. A loud crack shot through the apartment. Larxene cried out, falling limp, Zexion holding her up now by the wrists.
"Tell me where he is, or else."
At Zexion's heels, Red was full out barking. He lunged at the space surrounding Larxene. The girl squealed, feeling wisps of air hit her bare skin made from moving jaws. She cracked, nearly sobbing the correct answer. Zexion tossed her aside like a ragdoll onto the floor. When she attempted to get to her feet, Red was on top of her, lips drawn back and teeth gnashing. His claws scraped her shoulders and little red beads seeped through. The boy didn't interfere. He located her cell on the coffee table, dialed 911, then dropped it beside her head, cracking the screen, just as the operator picked up.
"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" the woman droned.
"I…" Larxene gasped in pain. She looked from the vicious beast to Zexion. His expression was dark, his eyes unforgiving. He nodded. She spoke, "I-I had an accident, I fell. Please send help. I can't drive."
The second after she gave her the room number, Zexion slammed his foot on the phone and shattered it. Larxene gave no retaliation or shock. A minute of pure silence passed, the humans sharing a mutual understanding of morals, the dog waiting for a command, the crow watching pensively on. Zexion blinked at Larxene, and made way to the door. Red stalked obediently after. Without turning, Zexion held his arm straight out. The black bird called, flying over to the boy and landing on his shoulder. Zexion didn't stop walking, or see Larxene staring after him.
Zexion traced his steps, walking purely on the map in his mind. He entered the suburbs once more. The crow jabbed at Zexion's ear, "this isn't where Sephiroth is!" He brushed it away. "After." was all he said. Within a few hours, his old house sat before him, like a good memory. It felt like he hadn't been there in years, though it was only a matter of days. This was his home. He didn't knock, but walked right in, as he would have before. Where he expected panic and surprise or maybe even happiness, there was nothing.
No one was home. The apartment appeared untouched, but then Zexion searched the other rooms. His was left as it was, but Cloud's had been cleared out. There wasn't anything of Cloud's, but Zexion recognized a woman's black leather jacket. He sighed, knowing in his heart he couldn't wait any longer. In the kitchen, while Red ate, he grabbed a notepad and pen, writing down a final farewell. The crow squawked, tugging on Zexion's sleeve with its talons. Red whined nervously. Zexion smiled sadly, rubbing his ears. They trudged on to Sephiroth. Remembering his ex, Zexion chuckled silently to himself.
They wouldn't have believed her anyway.
