Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Send Me An Angel.... Tainted With Scarlet.... ❯ Cling To Me... For I Must Be Dreaming... ( Chapter 3 )

RATING: NC-17!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, POSSIBLE RAPE, GRUESOME SCENESAND OTHER 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 Three:

 

Cling to Me....For I Must Be Dreaming…

 

 

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The ride back to the Seventh Heaven in Midgar was uneventful. It was when our ecstatic trio barged into the front door with an injured and bleeding girl hanging limply in their arms, did things get eventful. Let us begin our tale there.

 

Night still reigned as the trio drove down the nearly empty streets of Midgar, the sparse glow of the few undamaged street lamps flew past creating hypnotic luminescent trails of light. Even the neon store signs began to meld together with the sickly orange glow from the lamps, but the odd entrancing glow of the lamps at the speeds at which the group was traveling was unimportant to them. What was important was the slow and steady breathing of the girl lying snuggled against Yazoo's warm shoulder. And although she was doing alright, as the cuts had eventually stopped their slow bleeding, the state their so called mother was in worried them. For they for one had no idea how she got in this condition, and secondly they had no idea what to do with her when they got to the Seventh Heaven. The thought of an angry cloud, and the attacks from the spit fire named Tifa, still far off in their mind… until the inviting luminescent sign of the bar came into view. In which unfortunately the lights were still on in the bar, which undoubtedly meant that Tifa and Cloud had guests that had stubbornly refused to leave.

 

After arriving yesterday, the trio had been given a strict set of rules in which they had to abide by if they did not want to be placed at the hospital, oh how they hated the hospital… it brought back to many memories. But anyway, the rules were mainly based on the idea that they lived an average civilian life which pretty much meant in their minds: no weapons, no bikes, no late night traveling, no late nights period, no searching for mother, no kidnapping kids - Tifa just had to add that one in - these were just to name a few of the extraordinarily long list… and after one day… they had broke every single damn one of them. But did they care? Not in the least, for they had mother, and as long as she was with them, why should they care?

 

So after putting the bikes away, the trio made their way to the slightly adjacent door, where they heard the drunken laughter of Cloud's friends erupt from within. The girl was still cradled against Yazoo, as she had undoubtedly refused to leave the comfort of Yazoo's warm embrace and soft downy hair, and they did not wish to wake their seemingly traumatized mother, so they allowed her to remain. Although secretly, Yazoo was jumping for joy, in his mind their mother enjoyed his embrace more that Kadaj's and had refused to leave, although it was entirely an unconscious doing, he did not care.

 

Quietly they made their way to the door and stepped in and darted towards the stairs, aiming for the comfort of solitude in their given room above only Tifa had chosen that precise moment to chastise them for being so late “Kadaj! Loz! Yazoo! What the hell do you think you are doing?!” her somewhat shrill voice effectively silenced the boisterous group of friends, forcing all of them to gaze at the guilty trio entering the doorway at four am. But that was when something caught her eye, and it was precariously dangling in Yazoo's arms `what in the world,' she thought her face scrunching up in thought `does Yazoo have?' Without missing a beat, Kadaj and Loz moved into an even more protective stance in front of Yazoo, trying to shield the girl away from the many other peoples' view, as Yazoo himself hugged the girl tighter to his body, not wanting her to be taken away.

 

The three together made a fearsome sight as their mako green eyes illuminated and were narrowed into dangerous slits that screamed `if you come near us, you'll die…' Kadaj stood before Yazoo and Loz behind as he was a better - and slightly larger due to his sheer broad shoulders - shield.

 

Understanding their glares, Tifa ushered them up to their room not wanting anymore of her precious bar to be destroyed like earlier that morning when they had introduced the rules. The trio readily complied and were gone in a flash, up the stairs and already safe in their small, yet quite cozy, room.

 

Delicately Yazoo laid the girl on the bed, much to her dislike, and stood beside his brothers after she settled back into her deep unaffected slumber. Together they stood in front of the door, shielding the girl from the inevitable onslaught of verbal attack from Tifa.

 

The room itself was of simple design. Three beds were laid out opposite to that of the door, although stretching towards it, and to the beds far right on the adjacent wall of the door was a large window, the curtains drawn tightly closed since the arrival of the trio. The walls were painted a soothing golden, with matching curtains and bedspreads with a deeper richer chocolate brown to accent the light tones of the sunflower yellow, also the room was encircled with a creamy white trim. A tad girlish for the three men, but what were they going to expect on such short notice for their arrival, black leather and silver satin?

 

And sure enough, as if right on cue, Tifa knocked on the door after settling down the drunk and outrageous group below with another round of drinks. Without hesitating Kadaj moved swiftly to answer the locked, and bared, door, for he did not want to occur any more of her wrath, he had had enough already and by now he was a pissed as ever.

 

“So why were you out so late?” she asked, her voice calm and yet with a hint of restraint. Each of the men blinked lazily at her with their intimidating mako green eyes, but not tonight, she would not back down like earlier. They were out all night, and when they came back Yazoo had something, what she did not know, but he had something. Unfortunately, every time she tried to peer behind the three men, her sight was blocked by a leather glad body, `they are definitely not making this easy' inwardly huffed Tifa.

 

“Why we were out is none of your business, so if you would please leave…” smiled, he and both his brothers knew they made her nervous, and although she could probably hold up if a fight broke out, but not against all three. But unfortunately his words only served to piss her off, and step up to meet him head on.

 

“This is my bar, and while you are still here, by Aries's pleading no less, you will abide by my rules. Now why were you out so late?” Tifa was furious, she knew that they held the intimidation factor over her, but she was stubborn and did not know when to just give up.

 

The Loz and Yazoo looked towards Kadaj questioningly, they both agreed that Tifa did have a point, and that it would be inexcusable to throw her kindness right back in her face, but also their mother needed attention, her wounds had only just stopped bleeding, and although the wounds themselves were not serious, she needed rest, and only satisfying Tifa's curiosity would allow them the peace they needed for her.

 

So with knowing eyes they asked their brother, Kadaj, to back down. Explaining to him in a single glance what they knew to be true, and after a good hard stare from both of their mako green eyes, he did. Reluctantly he stepped aside along with his brothers to allow a full view of the broken and battered girl lying before them on the middle bed, gently sleeping away, without a care in the world.

 

A gasp escaped her pale rose lips before she could stop it. `So I was right…' she thought angrily, `Yazoo did have something, or rather someone'. She quickly walked towards the girl with steady and sure steps, from what she could tell this girl needed help, bad, she just prayed it was not the three glaring at her who put the poor girl in this position. “What happened?” she asked, anger and accusations sneaking their way into her voice.

 

But just as she was about to reach the bed, and the wounded girl on top, Kadaj stormed up behind her, his heaver leather boots falling on the floor rather silently, yet louder than they normally would have. “Do not touch her…” he warned, “do not even go near her…” malice dripped from his words like poison “she is ours…” he started but stopped before he revealed too much.

 

“What the..?” she turned around to face Kadaj, it was surprising at how small he really was, Tifa towered over him by at least five inches, but Kadaj was only eighteen, he would still grow some. “What do you mean she is `yours'?” already her short fuse was beginning to burn out.

 

“Just like I said…or are you deaf?” he smirked, Kadaj's smooth face plastered with his trade mark death grin.

 

Tifa could not help but splutter “The only thing you three cared remotely about, besides yourselves, was this `mother', so when you bring this girl in…” and then it hit her like a ton of bricks, `so that's why they're being so protective and not letting me near, they think I'll take her away from them…' she thought. It was now clear to her, absolutely transparent.

 

Over the time that she had known them, not once had she given them a reason to trust her, hell she even helped kill them and take back the thing they called their mother. So it was no wonder when she looked into their eyes she saw the fear, the tension, everything. To be honest they appeared like a bunch of scared kids, protecting with their life the only thing that they have ever held dear, their mother. And she had no doubt in her mind they would kill her in an instant if she went so far as to blink wrong. Sighing Tifa ran her hair through her thick ebony hair in frustration, two questions plaguing her thoughts “how did you find her… and how do you know she's your actually your mother?” she looked up at the tense trio, their eyes trained upon her with hunters skill and precision, watching her every move.

 

It was finally Loz who spoke up as he turned to gaze at the girl sleeping peacefully on the bed, “Aries” and with that one single tear filled quiet answer, everything was answered.

 

“Quit crying Loz” both brothers, Yazoo and Kadaj, chastised half heartedly for event hey to felt the tears sting their eyes, threatening to fall at the thought that their dream had finally come true….

 

And for the first time, not even Loz denied the presence of his tears.

 

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