Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Send Me An Angel.... Tainted With Scarlet.... ❯ For The Love Of Jade... ( Chapter 2 )

RATING: NC-17!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, POSSIBLE RAPE, AND OTHER GRUESOME SCENESAND MATURE CONTENT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. (I CANNOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE!!!)

 

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Summary: This is my Mary-sue... read if you so desire.

 

Pairing: Kadaj X Loz X Yazoo and possibly… X OC

 

 

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Send Me An Angel… Tainted With Scarlet ….

 

Chapter Two:

 

For The Love of Jade…..

 

 

 

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In the velvety darkness lit only by the gentle crescent moon and glittering stars trudged a young woman no older than sweet age of seventeen. Her long golden streaked chocolate brown hair fell loosely down her back in soft delicate waves rocking back and forth in a hypnotizing sway as she blindly made her way in the unknown cavern, hazel eyes seeking blindly in the dim light for a familiar marker, only none were to be found.

 

It was only a few hours ago when the girl had been just reading a very entrancing novel deep in the mountains after stopping for a break on a hidden path that she had found earlier that morning. To her the day had been perfect. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and what topped it all off was that she was alone with no one to bother her. Oh how she longed for the blissful silence of the forest as it had been at least three years since her last camping trip, and she was ecstatic when her mother told her they were going.

 

But when she got there she knew she had to find a secluded spot to read… and possibly ignore her nagging mother. Quickly after hurriedly setting up camp, she grabbed her pack filled with her daily `necessities' and was about to go on a casual stroll when her mother called her back “Allisha!” bellowed her ever nagging mother.

 

Allisha's mother was a simple woman, with simple tastes, in all essences there was nothing special or spectacular about her, she was just mom. Always there if she needed her, but always trying to be helpful. “Yes mom?” asked the extremely agitated girl as she stopped in her tracks, and slowly turning around to face her mother.

 

“Come here a minute.”

 

Her mother bustled around the camp, trying to perfect things, but always seemingly screwed them up more. Her shoulder length curly light blonde hair was pulled back into a small pony tail trying to keep her body cool in the overly large, and extremely outdated jogging suit her mother always seemed to wear... in a variety of colors. “Be back by sunset,” warned her mother “I don't want to have to send a search party... oh! And before you go, could you..?” her mother indicated an extremely large, slightly obscene, cooler sitting in the middle of camp “Could you move that over here, my back won't let me move it.”

 

“Alright” replied Allisha eager to get on her way.

 

In a few moments the cooler was moved, her mother was satisfied, and she was on her way off along the worn paths of the forest. But after going a ways in something in the distance had caught her attention, and she quickly headed off in that direction, thanking all higher beings out there that she had worn practical clothes, and by practical she meant her thick black jeans, worn yet extremely comfy sneakers, a plain white t-shirt, and a simple blue hoodie with the word “leadership” sewn into the back tied across her waist. Eventually she found that what had caught her attention was a small, barely visible path into the woods, and deciding it was high time for a little adventure, Allisha set off with bold and confident footsteps.

 

This leads us to where she was reading on the rock. It had been hours since she last left, the sun still high in the sky, indicating it was only early afternoon. But a sound in the nearby bushes caught her attention, but she quickly brushed it off… until she heard the growling. This made Allisha leap up and turn around, and sure enough behind her not to far off was a stray dog growling hungrily at her. `Dear god…' she thought her mind franticly as she turned to run, the dog following in chase.

 

Now Allisha was never normally a fast runner, hell to be honest, she never ran. She could even remember a dozen occasions where she once said “I think running is pointless, unless something big and nasty is chasing you then a person should not have to run…” well this was definitely one of those times where it was a good time to run, for she ran with all her might, and with a speed she had never possessed before and it was all thanks to the sheer adrenaline running through her system. Unfortunately before she could stop herself, Allisha had run into a dead end and had slipped off the perilous cliff to her inevitable death below, all due to the momentum she had created from running. Well at least now her points were proven correct, running would kill you.

 

 

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In a few hours Allisha had awoken with a mind splitting headache, a few scratches, but fortunately no truly serious injuries, minus the large cut on her leg which had stopped bleeding a while ago. From what she could tell, she was for the most part ok, of which she was grateful for. But the fact she had no fucking idea where she was… well that is where her gratitude ended.

 

Sure enough, the fall had taken her someplace she had no idea even existed in the Rocky Mountains of Alberta. Because surrounding her in all directions was seemingly endless rocky desert. “Just great” grumbled Allisha “If falling down a cliff wasn't enough, now I'm lost… oh well… could be worse”. So closing her eyes she randomly pointed in a direction after spinning around, and began to walk, hoping against all odds she would find sort of civilization… or even a phone would have been nice.

 

This brings us to the present, where Allisha is currently trudging across the seemingly endless rocky desert. Hours had passed and yet there was no civilization, her water was running low, and well she was beginning to worry. So far the walk had not been all that bad, it was even good exercise (because although she was not overly fat, she was not skinny and perfectly toned either), minus the fact she had a run in with a few stray dogs - which had unfortunately clawed up her hand to the point of bleeding as she fought them off - and other random critters, no to say the least the walk was enjoyable… but well she was sick of it. `I swear to god I've seen that rock six times now!! I must be going in circles' she thought venomously “Where the fuck am I?” she cursed, her voice normally a light and happy timber was raspy and coarse from the lack of water.

 

Helpless, lost, stranded, and completely pissed off, Allisha decided the best course of action was to sit still and recover some energy, but had quickly drifted off into a restless sleep as soon as she sat down and leaned against a dull and dusty rock.

 

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Engines roared as the SHM raced along the desert at nearly blinding, and certainly neck breaking speeds. Effortlessly Kadaj led them seemingly aimlessly across the desert, but in fact he was following exactly the directions given to all of them by identifying the landmarks in the images. He was determined and nothing would deter him away from his goal, their mother. Without even blinking he increased his speed with a gentle flick of his wrist on the handle, speeding ahead with a sudden burst of momentum, leaving the two to catch up, which they did.

 

A dark lump below in the canyon caught the eyes of the trio, and they quickly made their way down by simply riding their bikes over and jumping off the cliffs. Sure enough, as they neared Kadaj's eyes glittered with a forgotten glow of determination and desire like before the reunion “it is mother…” he whispered to his brothers. And without even looking to see their excited faces, Kadaj sped off in the direction of the slumped figure. All their hearts seemingly beat in unison increasing in speed with every beat which had somehow drowned out the sounds of the blaring wind and the delicate purr of their sleek bikes under them.

 

In a flash, their sleek - although extremely dusty - bikes stopped on a dime in front of the gently slumbering girl. Unbeknownst to her, three large silver haired and extremely deadly men towered over her as she quietly slept, the blood from her freshly open wounds - after rolling around - seeped into the ground, staining the ground crimson. Jade eyes glared at the blood, cursing whatever hurt this girl.

 

Yazoo still calmly sitting on top of his now turned off bike, his long silver hair gently blowing in the breeze, turned his calming jade green eyes on his brother Kadaj, his quiet voice nearly becoming lost in the wind and yet somehow always managed to be heard “are you sure it is her brother?”

 

Kadaj nodded, his eyes illuminating with glee “yes brother, it is her… the one we were shown by Aries herself.”

 

“But she does not look like us…” remarked Loz, his deep throaty yet velvety smooth voice a harsh comparison to the sweet effeminate ones of his brothers. His jade eyes gazed longingly at the dirty lump of flesh that was the girl. He hoped beyond belief that their search was finally over.

 

“No…” began Kadaj, “but that… Loz stop crying” he chastised, forgetting about his previous thought at the sound of his brothers sniffling.

 

“I'm not crying!” exclaimed Loz, but true to his brother Kadaj's words, a few delicate silver tears had slipped down the smooth milky skin of his cheeks, which he furiously tried to wipe away.

 

Popping the stand, Kadaj gracefully lifted himself off his bike allowing the weight of the vehicle to lean against the strong and sturdy support.

 

When you think about it there are few differences between the brothers. Each had dazzling silver hair, except each with their unique styles. Kadaj's being a mid length chopped look with unruly bangs that covered his right eye, allowing him the sense of mystery, and a bit of insanity to complete the look. Whereas Yazoo's was exceptionally long and framed his face and Loz's was cut short and gelled back to almost a deadly points. To be honest they even wore the same thick black leather suits, but somehow they still tried to different. Yazoo kept his suit zipped all the way, the jacket lengths allowed to move freely, where Kadaj had left the zipper down a little, just until it reached his collar bone, and he also tied back the jacket lengths with matching black and silver leather belts. Loz on the other hand was sick of the restraints of the outfit and sought it fit to just slice off the jacket lengths, and leave it almost completely wide open, giving more than ample view if you just cared to glance. But despite these few material differences they were identical. Same mako green cat slit eyes, same lithe and tones bodies - although Loz's was more developed strength wise, he was still lithe in battle, and was almost as flexible as the other two. But one does have to admit, the reason they looked so alike was well, they did share the same genes after all.

 

Quietly and with a grace unknown to man kind, Kadaj walked over to the bloodied and dirtied girl, smiling his cocky smirk his illuminated eyes danced with delight. And as if he was picking up the most delicate and valuable piece of art he picked up the girl with ease and cradled her to his firm leathered chest in a tight, yet surprisingly gentle embrace, the girl completely unaware. “Mother…” he whispered in her ear in a soft child like purr, “you're safe now…” Calmly and he returned to his brothers, still perched on their bikes with smug smiles on their faces at Kadaj's little show of affection.

 

With a pleading look to his now sad and yet oddly contempt eyes, Kadaj handed the girl over to his brother, Yazoo, who was more adept with carrying a passenger and still being able to ride at their usual speed. So with seemingly practiced ease, Yazoo slid back on the seat allowing the girl to be placed in front of him and as Kadaj returned to his bike, Yazoo adjusted the girls head so as to allow her to brace against his shoulder.

 

The roaring of bikes filled the still night air, as the three silver haired men took off with their precious cargo, each making quick glances back to check up on Yazoo and most definitely the still slumbering girl, oblivious to the world. But somewhere along the ride, Yazoo broke into a soft and comforting smile as he felt the girl move ever so slightly to snuggle deeper into the warmth he provided, and inevitably snuggled deeper into the soft silver downy hair that blew over his shoulder.

 

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