A/N: I LIVE! (is killed by readers for taking so long to update)

Disclaimer: I still own nothing but this new pair of totally bitchin' Vans. Black and white checkered. I shall call them my Roxas shoes.

"Hit me."

The man behind the counter gave the blond an odd look. "I think you've had enough," he said with a thick accent.

Revan slammed his hand down on the counter and stood to his full six foot height. "Listen, you asshole, I'll tell you when I've had enough," he snarled leaning forward a bit over the bar. "Now give me your good stuff and don't skimp on the wasabi this time, got it?"

The sushi chef bowed slightly, turning to fix Revan his forth plate. The Turk sat back down and sipped his soda thoughtfully. He didn't understand what he was feeling. It felt a little something like what guilt had felt like, but he had learned to repress those feelings before he joined the Turks. Guilt and an assassin didn't quite mesh well. But still...this feeling was a gnawing feeling. It started right at his heart and traveled up toward his throat. It sucked, whatever it was. And he knew it stemmed from his conversation with Akalara earlier.

He knew he shouldn't have left the way he had, but at the point, he couldn't deal with the situation. Revan loved the green-haired woman too much to say something he would regret; so, he decided to put some space between them. Now, all he wanted to do was take her back in his arms and hold her and tell her everything would be all right. When he had told her "I can't", it hadn't been to say that he couldn't do this anymore. No. What he couldn't do was ever stop loving her. Akalara could probably stick a bomb up his own mother's ass and detonate it while laughing manically and he'd still love her. Of course, he hated his mother, but that was beside the point.

"Rev!"

The blond Turk turned his head, just as his white-haired partner hurried over to the bar. "Sup Torr?" he asked taking a piece of sushi off the plate the chef had place in front of him. "Care for some dinner? My treat."

Torr shook his head. "I've been trying to get a hold of you for hours," he said in exasperation. "I just happened to drive by here and see your car. Where is your phone?"

"In my pocket," Revan answered, smearing the fish, seaweed and rice in the wasabi. "Turned off."

Torr whacked him upside his head. "Tseng's gonna shit a brick and beat you with it, you fucktard," he snarled. "Dude, we gotta get back to the Medical Facility. Now."

Revan swallowed the last of his sushi and took a drink. "Niki that bad?" he asked in concern. "What does this mean for Akalara?"

Torr shook his head. "Revan, it is Akalara," he told him, grasping his shoulder. "She jumped off the top of the ShinRa Building earlier."

Revan jumped off his stool and threw enough gil onto the bar to cover his night of sushi binging. Not even waiting for his partner, he raced out of the sushi bar and jumped in his car, speeding off towards work.

The feeling he had intensified as he took corners and side streets at extremely illegal speeds. Racing up the levels of the parking garage, he skid into a parking place and leapt out of his vehicle, running to the elevators and hitting the buttons impatiently. Finally, the doors opened and he stepped in, hitting the button for the Medical Facility. He rode up, gnawing at his fingers and when the doors opened, he rushed out toward the waiting room. Seeing it full of Turks and their kids, he looked around for a head of silver. He found it sitting next to Andria, talking softly. Azrael looked up when Revan burst into the room and got to his feet. Revan made his way over to the boy and dropped to his knees, pulling him into his arms.

"You okay?" the Turk asked his lover's son.

"Yeah," he answered, pulling back from him. "Where's Mom? I thought she'd be with you."

Revan's eyebrow arched and he looked over to Tseng. The Turk leader shook his head, indicating that the boy didn't know of his mother's attempted suicide. "I'll find out for you," Revan told him, patting the boy's head and standing up. He went over to Tseng and after assuring himself that Azrael was situated next to Andria again, he snarled at his Wutain boss. "Why didn't you tell him?"

"How do you tell an eight year old his mother tried to kill herself?" Tseng asked, dark eyes narrowing dangerously.

"You just do," Revan barked. "Az is a smart kid. He's gonna figure it out eventually and it'll just make it that much worse when he does find out. Just tell him what happened. Or tell me and I'll tell him myself."

Tseng took a deep breath and motioned Kandi over. "Kandi was on the top of the building with her," he said. "She can tell him."

Kandi nodded and followed Revan over to Azrael. "Hey, Big Guy," Revan said, plopping down beside the silver haired boy. "Listen...uh, we know where your mom is."

The red-streaked Turk sat beside her daughter as the girl took Azrael's hand in hers, somehow knowing he was going to need help to get through this. "Az, your mom tried to kill herself earlier," she told him. Azrael's red eyes began blinking rapidly, trying to stop the flow of tears. He squared his jaw and nodded slightly. "We caught her in the nets at the twentieth floor and now she's in an induced coma. The doctors want to keep her sedated so she won't try to harm herself again. But she's alive at least."

"But she wants to die," he said softly. "She doesn't want to be here anymore."

"She's going to get the help that she needs, all right?" she continued. "Tseng has already called in a psychiatrist to talk to her when she wakes up. She's been recommened by Mr. Tuesti from the W.R.O., so she'll--"

"Why didn't you just let her die?" he asked harshly. Kandi blinked at the boy, shocked by that. "She obviously isn't happy here, so let her go."

"Az, she's..."

"No!" he yelled, yanking his hand from Andria's grasp as he stood up. "You don't know what she's been through! Father died and left her to raise me by herself. She couldn't do that, so she gave me to Monica. She's not even had me with her for a year and she wants to die, so let her! If it will make her happy, let her die!"

Revan grabbed the boy by the shoulders and sat him back down. "This isn't your fault, Azrael," he growled. "Your mom is just...messed up a little bit because of everything."

"She's not happy," Azrael sobbed. "Let her be happy. Let her go and be with my father." He turned his glare to Revan. "You did make her happy. Until you fucked everything up."

Oh, that feeling was back and intensifed by about a hundred percent. "I didn't sleep with Niki," Revan told him.

"But she thought you did," Azrael accused. "Which is just as bad. You failed."

Revan grit his teeth and took a deep breath. "I love her," he ground out.

"Not enough," Azrael spat out. "You will never be Sephiroth. You will never be good enough. I used to think you could be. I was wrong."

"Az," Andria said, tugging on the boy's hand. "Stop it. You love Revan, you know you do."

"He'll never be my father," Azrael stated stubbornly.

"No, he won't," the girl said. "No one will ever replace Sephiroth. Just like no one will ever replace Zack."

"You've let Rude replace Zack," Azrael snarled at her. "You've betrayed your father's memory by allowing Rude to take his role."

"Bull-fucking-shit," Andria snapped, jumping to her feet, violet eyes narrowed. She shoved the boy in the chest. "Just because I have let Rude into my life, doesn't mean I love or respect my daddy any less. Here's the cold hard facts, Az. Zack and Sephiroth are dead. Dead. Nothing is going to bring them back, okay? Rude loves my mom. My mom loves Rude. And I love them both. Your mom loves Revan and Revan loves her. And don't you fucking sit there and tell me you don't care about him and see him as a father to you. He's the only one you've ever known! We got a raw deal, Az. Our bio-Dad's are dead; but that doesn't mean that we have to live our lives without a father. So quit being a fucking prick to Revan, because Akalara jumping off the building wasn't his fault!"

Azrael stared at the violet eyed girl fuming before him. Right then and there, he knew he'd love her for the rest of his life. No one else would have the guts to stand up to him like Andria would. But it wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair! He was entitled to lash out against his mother's boyfriend. His mother was in a medically induced coma, for Ifrit's sake, to keep her from causing more harm to herself. She had attempted suicide. He couldn't cry. He wasn't supposed to cry. He already had when his mom had disappeared. He'd broke. Azrael, the son of Sephiroth, had broken because of his mother's pain. He would do anything for his mother. He had to find her. He had to get to her. They had to be reunited.

"Where is she?" he asked Kandi. The red-streaked Turk look toward Tseng and Azrael followed her gaze. "Where's Mother?"

Tseng's face paled and Elena gasped. Rufus rose from his seat next to Magni and went to the boy. "What did you say?" he croaked out.

"Where's Mother?!" Azrael shrieked. "All I want is to be with Mother!"

"Stop calling her that!" Reno yelled at him leaping to his feet. "You sound like those damn remanants."

Azrael cocked his head, his red eyes flashing dangerously. "You mean...my uncles?" he asked with a smirk. "They thought my father was their brother, correct?"

"Knock it off," Reno warned. "You are nothing like them."

"I'm identical to them!" Azrael screamed. "I'm just a kid who wants to find his MOTHER! Where is she?!"

"Your mother is starting to come out of her sleep," a young woman said, stepping into the waiting area. She flicked a piece of hair out of her eyes and stared down at the silverette. "You will be permitted to see her as soon as she is cleared and as soon as you calm down. Are you satisfied now, Azrael?"

Azrael looked up at her. "Who are you?" he challenged.

"Dr. Kyrn Irving," she answered. "Reeve Tuesti asked me to speak with your mother."

"The psychiatrist?" Azrael blinked, looking at Kandi.

Kandi nodded. "I guess so," she replied, rubbing Andria's back soothingly, feeling how her daughter was trembling.

"Yes, I'm a psychiatrist," Dr. Irving said, sitting down in front of Azrael and gesturing to a seat. Azrael looked at her and crossed his arms defiantly. Dr. Irving simply smiled. "Your mother has some issues, Azrael. Though it's not surprising given her childhood and early adulthood. I want to help her and I'm going to need your assistance."

"I won't keep her doped up," Azrael snapped. "That's not going to help her."

"She's not doped up," Dr. Irving told him.

"You guys put her in a medically induced coma," Azrael replied. "How's that not doping her up?"

Dr. Irving laughed. "We cast Sleep on her; nothing more," she explained. "Though we did give her some muscle relaxers. She's quite tense. Doping her up would have made it difficult to talk to her when she comes to."

"So, are you wanting to talk to her about her trying to kill herself?" Azrael asked. "She'll just shut down. If you provoke her and she doesn't want to talk, she'll just clam up. Mom always does that."

"That's why I need your help," Dr. Irving said. "She trusts you and she'll want to get well for you. Understand?"

Azrael shrugged. "I...guess," he said. "But, I don't think she even wants me anymore. If it wasn't Revan's fault she jumped, it's gotta be mine."

"Bull shit, Kid," Revan snapped. He took Azrael's shoulders in his hands and pulled the boy to him. "You're the only reason she kept going as it was."

"That's true," Kandi added with a nod. "If she hadn't been pregnant with you when Sephiroth died, she would have killed herself a long ass time ago."

"Then why now?" Azrael choked out. "Why, after all this time, would she want to kill herself now?"

"That's what I plan to find out," Dr. Irving said with a smile. She rose to her feet. "Would you like to go see her?"

Azrael nodded and began following her. He stopped and turned back slightly, holding his hand out to Revan. "Come on, Rev," he said.

Revan looked at the boy and nodded his head with a smile, taking his hand. "Okay."

A/N: Hopefully, I won't take so long for the next chapter. Review, please!