Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Send Me An Angel.... Tainted With Scarlet.... ❯ Misplaced Treasures... ( Chapter 7 )

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 Seven:

 

Misplaced Treasures….

 

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Drip…

 

It had been a total of three hours forty minutes and exactly twenty three seconds since Allisha had laid down hoping to fall down asleep. And it took a total of five minutes and fifteen seconds of that three hours forty minutes and exactly twenty three seconds for Allisha to figure out that just because she was in a different world did not mean that insomnia would just go away. Oh no… in fact… the aspect of falling down a cliff, being harassed all day and now being forced to sleep between three - fully grown - deadly men who believed she was the reincarnation of their lost mother, did nothing to help her insomnia. To be honest… it made it a whole hell of a lot worse.

 

Drip…

 

Now if that was it, Allisha would be fine. She probably would have even eventually nodded off and at least got her average two hours of light sleep. Except… Loz snored, Kadaj drooled, and Yazoo… well to put it nicely… thought she was his fucking teddy bear, and refused to let go of her despite her earlier struggles exactly two minutes ago.

 

Drip…

 

And just to make this night even better… Allisha did not perform her regular shower ritual, of double checking if both the hot and cold handles were tightly shut off so no dripping and thusly wasting of water were to occur. No Allisha was too preoccupied with finding her bag amongst the trio, and then defending herself against Kadaj and one of his violent moods. So because her nightly ritual was disrupted, a loud drip had begun which again would not be so bad, unless you add in the previously mentioned factors.

 

Drip…

 

`God damn fucking drip… I swear to god…' she inwardly cursed. Her hazel eyes filled with a fiery spark which burned with the intensity of her anger that had slowly developed with every…

 

Drip…

 

Allisha sighed in defeat. The only way she was going to get out of this hellish situation, was that she would have to somehow wiggle herself free from the vice grip that Yazoo still held over her, avoid the perilous pools of human secretion known as drool that Kadaj left. This is not to mention the fact that it appeared all three were extremely light sleepers.

 

Drip…

 

Now you may be asking how the hell Allisha knew this little fact about their slumber, well it is simple.

 

Every time Allisha moved barely an inch, she could see that unconsciously their bodies moved closer to their weapons. Every time a drip echoed throughout the room, their bodies stiffened and stilled, just waiting for the opportune moment to strike before falling back into their dreamless slumber.

 

Oh she knew alright, that if she was to make even an attempt at leaving… she would most likely make it out and off the bed and if she was extremely lucky, close to reaching sanctuary of the door before the old floor boards would creak and poor Allisha would be a pile of ruined mutilated flesh leaving a nice crimson stain on the hard wood floors.

 

Drip…

 

Oh how she hated water right now…

 

Drip…

 

It was settled. After exactly thirty minutes forty five seconds of saying goodbye to whatever was out there, Allisha began her desperate escape towards freedom.

 

Drip…

 

Her plan was simple, it was… to escape hell by any means possible.

 

So in accordance to her plan she edged herself towards Loz in time to his large gasps and snorts which are well known as snoring, hoping Yazoo would follow not wanting to let go of his new teddy bear, or in other words, her. Which to her great delight, he did exactly as he planned, he moved with her towards Loz.

 

Her lips pouted in concentration, her only guidance for this manoeuvre was the gentle moon light filtering through the tightly closed curtains, leaving a dusty pale glow.

 

Drip….

 

Gently Allisha leaned her back towards Loz while guiding Yazoo's delicate -yet surprisingly strong- arms and hands to hopefully wrap around his brother. And again, to her delight, Yazoo's unconscious mind thought the movements were of just Allisha rolling over, so he adjusted his grip and moved his arms to encircle around Loz who he thought to be a turned over Allisha.

 

Drip…

 

Allisha smiled in delight, her eyes twinkling in the excitement of her newfound success. She was free from Yazoo's vice like grip which only left the perilous amounts of drool to manoeuvre around as she edged towards the end of the bed. If she avoided that, well she was halfway there!

 

Drip…

 

Now the water was not making this an easy task, because like I previously mentioned, every time the water dripped they stilled, their senses put on high alert. So because of this, Allisha would have to predict the drips pattern which before each drip she would have to still in her efforts immediately, else she partially awoke one of the guys.

 

Between her still bruised and tender flesh, the slow agonizing movements she had to do, and not to mention the previously mentioned night ailments… it was easy to say… life had quickly become hell.

 

Drip….

 

Finally Allisha managed to slide ever so slowly off the bed without any of the three awakening. It was a large feat to say the least, so she could not help but smirk in triumph.

 

`Almost there...almost there…' she chanted inwardly, her silent mantra keeping her strong.

 

Drip…

 

That fucking drip… was a god send. Because just as Allisha reached the door, her trusty yet ungodly bag in tow, the floor boards got the brilliant idea to creak, much to Allisha's utter horror.

 

Quickly Allisha stilled in her movements at the sound, her breath held in agony as she cursed her traitorous adrenaline rushed heart for beating so loud.

 

But after Loz's loud snort signalling they were still fast asleep Allisha made the final few steps in a careless dash towards freedom.

 

Haphazardly she swung open the door and pulled it closed gently behind her as she rested with a sigh of relief against the old wooden door. `I made it!' she cheered as her smirk grew into a broad grin illuminating her eyes in the dark hallway.

 

“What are you doing?” asked the deep suspicious voice. The sound seemingly echoed in the previously still and silent air.

 

`Oh shit…' thought Allisha, her poor heart getting about its thirteenth adrenaline rush that morning alone. “Well you see… I was just…” she stumbled, unsure as how to answer the mysterious being's question.

 

The mysterious being stepped from the darkness with a quiet sigh, “I don't think I want to know…”

 

Sure enough it was none other than Cloud, still dressed in the same gear as before. His solemn features did nothing to lighten the mood as he gracefully walked in front of her and headed down the worn wooden stairs.

 

“What do you mean by that…?” asked Allisha in a huff when realization finally hit her and her mouth formed a `O' in understanding. “Wait! What! No! It's just Loz snores, and Kadaj drools and I was being used as a fucking teddy bear… I just had to get outta there!” she stuttered utterly exasperated.

 

Cloud's cerulean blue eyes gazed back at the flustered and completely flabbergasted girl after pausing on his decent down the stairs `What the hell is she talking about….' Cloud shook his head in a silent agreement not to question further as it was probably in his best interest. Golden locks gently swayed at the sudden movement as he turned forward and continued on his way down.

 

Allisha could not help but sigh at the cold bluntness of Cloud, `well sorry Mr. Emo Cloud… who pissed in your cornflakes?'

 

Eventually both Cloud and Allisha had meandered her way down the stairs, and unsure of what to do, she just followed Cloud, and it just so happened he went into the kitchen `great…' thought Allisha sarcastically `just what he needs … more cornflakes..'

 

Unperturbed by the oddly silent girl following him, Cloud continued with his early morning routine, which was… getting large amounts of caffeine into his system by any means possible. Unfortunately one question plagued him and as he grabbed a worn chipped mug from the dark cherry wood cupboards but as he opened his mouth about to speak, she beat him to it.

 

“Let me guess, you're going to ask why I'm up so damn early right?” Allisha smirked, to say the least it was one of her talents, reading people. On some occasions Allisha could even ask the question's right out of people's head “Now I could easily ask you the same thing… Why are you up so early?”

 

Cloud sighed, seems the girl had beat him to it “Old habits die hard…” was his quiet response, his eyes began to cloud over in memory but he forced the unruly thoughts away in favour of an answer to his question “now what about you…?”

 

“Insomnia…” calmly replied Allisha as if it was a nightly occurrence, which in fact it was.

 

For the past year and a half Allisha had been plagued with pretty awful insomnia; the reason being, well hell if she knew. The most she was concerned with was getting at least three hours of light sleep for exams and about an hour and a half on regular nights, let alone finding the cause for it. No it had become a way of life… a life she had gladly accepted in favour of the alternatives…being placed on drugs.

 

“Hn…” he replied. Cloud knew all to well about insomnia… and in his own way he kind of empathized with her. “Want some…?” offered Cloud.

 

The coffee pot that was offered out to her looked just oh so promising, as the viscous liquid that somehow could be called coffee slowly swirled, staining the glass in his path.

 

“Umm… let's not and say I did...” sarcastically replied Allisha, do not get her wrong, she was grateful of the offer, but the thought of what looked like year old coffee - let alone coffee in particular - was not a promising one.

 

No the most caffeine Allisha had ever tried was when she was forced into trying an Icecap from Tim Horton's by her mother with the promise of “Oh it's good… just try it!”

 

She was turned off coffee ever since; the nightmares of caffeine still plagued her waking thoughts...

 

Carefully Allisha tried to manoeuvre onto a stool, only to wince and hiss at the pain it caused her back.

 

“What's wrong?” asked Cloud, completely forgetting the fact of her previous adventures two days prior.

 

Wincing Allisha finally made it onto the stool, with no thanks to her traitorous silk pyjamas she still wore which kept forcing her to keep slipping.

 

“Take a look at my back and you'll see...” offered Allisha unperturbed as she leant against the island in hopes of relieving some pressure off her lower back, her ungodly bag already set in the chair next to her.

 

Cloud sighed setting his chipped porcelain cup filled with the vile liquid down on the counter, curious as to what plagued the girl so much so that the single action of sitting hurt.

 

In a few quick steps he was already behind the girl who was haphazardly leaning against the ebony coloured granite island and with delicate prodding by his gloved hands against her still clothed back.

 

“Ouch!” yelped Allisha, the pain of his gentle prodding becoming nearly unbearable “jeez, are you going to see what the matter is or not? Else quick touching it, it really hurts ya know…” she whipped her head around and glared after he prodded her again.

 

He sighed, Cloud already had an inclination what it was, he was just taking the kind gesture and making sure her spine or ribs were not fractured or injured in any way. But seeing the girl did not take to his kindness, he gripped the bottom of her black tank top, and lifted it just below her bosom. What he saw made him flinch.

 

All down her back, just like he suspected, was a still darkening swollen bruised flesh. The color was turning from navy blue to near black in some places.

 

Just as quickly as he raised her shirt he allowed it to fall, seeing enough of her pain. Cloud's thoughts were of untamed fury. `So that's what that bang was…how could? That bastard…'

 

“Let me guess… pretty nasty eh?” joked Allisha, hoping to lighten the mood.

 

“Hn” replied Cloud curtly, his mind preoccupied with two things; one planning on how to tell Tifa about the growing bruise on Allisha's back, and secondly… getting more of his beloved caffeine. `Well priorities always come first' he thought. With his mind focused he made the decision.

 

With sure steps Cloud quickly travelled the short distant to… his coffee cup. Allisha sighed “That stuff's gonna kill ya…for one thing anything that has the viscosity of molasses, looks like molasses, and yet isn't molasses, is not healthy.”

 

“Hn” was his only reply.

 

Sighing for the umpteenth time that day, Allisha decided on an easier route. Looking around she tried to spot a clock, and to her relief she found what appeared to be one except… she could not read it.

 

“Hey,” she began nervously “what time is it?”

 

Cloud looked at the clock behind him and with a confused look plastered across his face he turned to look back at the girl sitting not four feet in front of him. “Can't you read?”

 

“Actually no… to be honest I can't see it. All I can see is the blue circle clock looking thing behind you in the space above the stove.”

 

Cloud looked at her incredulously, “well if you can't see it, then how do you know that?” Now he was confused, if she could see it, why did she say she couldn't?

 

“Because I don't have my contacts in or my glasses on dumbass… I can see the shape but not the words.” Allisha sighed frustrated by his lack of cooperation.

 

Thankfully, Allisha had chosen to take out her extremely dry and painful contacts - after having to sleep in them due to unfortunate circumstances - last night. And yes people, Allisha had contacts. She wore glasses. Which normally is not a strange thought in fact in her world… it was quite normal. But no, everything did here for the past day was an anomaly confusing the hell out of all the people in Gaia... `Why me..?' she inwardly cried.

 

“Hn … it's four o' five.”

 

“And when do `they' normally get up?” she asked, indicating -with a flick of her eyes upwards - the trio who still slumbered on.

 

“Five” Cloud responded, engrossed in his coffee, not caring of the seemingly idiotic and random questions posed by the girl.

 

“Shit!” squeaked Allisha “that means I only have fifty minutes…shit! Cloud,” she said, her hazel eyes pleading at the seemingly uncaring man before her “I need to get to Cosmo Canyon… and now!”

 

He looked up at her his deep cerulean blue eyes gazed into her soulful hazel ones. Raising a slender golden eyebrow at her, curious he asked “Why?” even though he knew the answer to her question before she even answered.

 

“Well it's not like you guys aren't nice or anything, it's just… I need to get home… somehow…” she prayed he would not make her say it, the sadistic bastard.

 

He remained silent, waiting.

 

Allisha sighed, not wanting to waste time she indulged in his game “I have to get home for my mom, and frankly… I'm too young to have three guy's following me around calling mom! I have enough on my plate as it is… I don't need more…” her voice trailed off, hoping that would be the end to his questioning.

 

Sighing Cloud set his cup down, inwardly crying for the loss of his nasty coffee. “Come on…” he said to the girl as he quickly left the kitchen, not waiting for the girl to catch up.

 

Once Allisha realized that he was going to help her and followed him outside, he was already on his sleek black motorbike the engine gently purring waiting for the girl to come. “Hop on” he ordered as he pulled his goggles over his eyes.

 

Silently Allisha obeyed, as she climbed on behind him, grateful for his help.

 

And they were off, heading towards what Allisha hoped was… her way home…

 

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Gentle moon light filtered through the tightly closed curtains creating a dusty glow that enveloped the sleeping trio in the small room.

 

It was till early in the morning, and like clockwork Yazoo awoke before his brothers. It was habit, maybe even instinctual. Because no matter how little sleep Yazoo had, he always awoke before his brothers…always, although maybe... that was just his thing.

 

Groggily he removed his arms from their warm and extremely comfortable captive, Loz who was still gently snoring away, and edged himself off the bed and into the washroom.

 

A couple minutes later, a semi awakened Yazoo casually strolled into the room refreshed and his morning needs currently satisfied.

 

It was shocking, even this early in the morning Yazoo still managed to look like walking sin with his extremely grey worn sweat pants seemingly dangling off his small effeminate hips, just threatening to fall with one wrong movement. Or maybe the fact he looked so good was because of how his pale milky skin glowed in the dusty light from the setting moon, or maybe, just maybe, it was how the fact that even after sleep his dishevelled hair and strayed and crumpled silver strands of hair looked just as beautifully enticing and completely god like as his regular smooth perfectly straight, downy locks.

 

Large calloused hands rubbed against his firm abdomen as Yazoo's back was not to delicately pulled close to a broad chest as a deep purr erupted from the mysterious grabber. Yazoo smiled in recognition at his captor, as the deep throaty purr of content tickled his skin as gentle nibbles and kisses were places along the back of his neck in heated desire. “Loz…” quietly breathed Yazoo, his voice heady from the attention.

 

“Mmm… yes?” answered the occupied man.

 

A gasp erupted from Yazoo's perfect pale pouting lips as a hand dipped from the attentions on his nipples and absent trails on his abdomen to dip lower and lower until he had reached its destination… below the pant line.

 

Said gasp was quickly swallowed as Loz quit his attention on Yazoo's neck stopped as he ferociously captured Yazoo's lips in a heated and passionate kiss.

 

A moan erupted from Yazoo's lips as Loz's powerful hand gripped the now aroused member which hardened even more in his grasp. A small cocky smirk spread across Loz's pale lips at Yazoo's quiet moans and gasps as he set an agonizingly slow pace as he rubbed Yazoo's now weeping cock.

 

Yazoo growled in frustration, it was just too slow! So deciding to take matters into his own hands at the feel of Loz's arousal on his back, and the excruciatingly pleasurable sensations that Loz was creating, Yazoo turned in Loz's firm embrace and pushed him against the door of the bathroom. He made quick work in sliding down the now confining pants, freeing Loz's arousal.

 

To Yazoo's utter enjoyment, the cocky smirk Loz once wore had now been wiped off his face as his masculine features scrunched in heated passionate desire as Yazoo's pleasurable lips enveloped him greedily. “Mmm… Yazoo…. Yes…” he moaned as one of Yazoo's delicate hands cupped his balls while the other set work on the remaining length of cock his mouth was not currently occupied with.

 

Loz roughly pushed the kneeling Yazoo onto the hard floors, eager for more from his sensual lover.

 

Yazoo jumped and took in a breath of surprise as he felt two fingers being pushed into his ass. They were lubricated, to his relief. Loz always had a way of getting some kind of sexual lubricant in these encounters without Yazoo seeing it. Maybe that was because Yazoo usually had his head tilted back and his eyes squeezed shut. He had become used to the initial spattering of pain when being entered. And he had to admit that after awhile the fingers stroking in his backside felt pretty good.

 

Loz removed his fingers and sat up a bit to take in Yazoo with his eyes and smirked. Not mockingly, more in satisfaction. He achieved what he wanted. Yazoo was flushed, breathing hard and whining in the distress of his arousal. Perfect. Biting his bottom lip a bit, still with a sly smile, Loz hooked his arms under Yazoo's knees and pushed them outwards and forwards towards Yazoo's chest, as far as they could go in both directions. He let out a loud moan as he pushed his swollen cock into Yazoo's tight entrance.

 

Yazoo groaned underneath his brother, feeling the searing heat of being entered. As his tight ring of muscles were being forced to open for the head of Loz's invading member he was staring at the roof although not really seeing anything.

 

Yazoo panted and let out a short gasp every time Loz rammed himself deep into his backside always seeming to manage to hit that spot deep inside his ass.

 

With each deep penetrating thrust, Yazoo moaned out in pleasured as it teased him bringing him ever closer to the edge.

 

That was when he reached down in attempt to relieve his own hardness, but Loz's strong and firm hand swiftly beat him to it.

 

“Tell me what you want,” Loz said breathlessly, obviously getting to an edge of no return himself. “Tell me what you want, Yazoo…”

He was still stroking slowly and rhythmically. `The little fucker…' thought Yazoo through his clouded mind which was normally distant.

 

“Harder…” Yazoo managed to whimper through clenched teeth, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable torture.

 

He felt Loz's hand grab his overly teased and tortured cock firmly in his fist, pumping him vigorously hard in time to the ferocious pounding that never missed the spot deep inside him both of the motions were in tune, never missing a beat which forced a strangled yell from Yazoo's now dry parched lips.

 

Yazoo felt as if his balls, cock, prostrate, even his pelvis was swollen as they now insanely rocked and clumsily thrust under Loz's control. Oh but how he loved it…

Loz fucked him wildly. Yelling and moaning loudly the whole time, uncaring of the slumbering Kadaj, until Yazoo could not take it anymore. He threw his head back, silver hair splayed everywhere as he squeezed his eyes shut and let out an indecipherable howl as he finally came.

 

Semen spurted out from his now placated cock as it poured around Loz's hand and dribbled onto his stomach.

 

In the aftermath of his passionate mind blowing orgasm, he heard a cry of relief escape from Loz as he pumped one last, hard thrust into him, emptying himself into Yazoo.

 

Yazoo could feel the hot sticky fluid pump into him in hot, rapid squirts. Loz pushed up hard against Yazoo's ass with his pelvis, allowing every last orgasmic spasm to pass before he finally relaxed his clenched muscles and collapsed onto Yazoo in a heap of sweat and exhaustion.

 

His breathing was still hard and both of their beating hearts were still racing from the act.

They stayed there, both panting with their eyes closed until their heart rates returned to a calmer state.

Yazoo winced in pain as Loz removed his now more flaccid cock from his ass, although he just continued with calming his racing heart, despite the familiar pain.

 

Yazoo's brain was in a daze as his eyes stared blankly upward at nothing in particular. Oh how he enjoyed the familiar comfort of nothingness… his only sanctuary.

 

Loz moved to lay next to Yazoo on the hard floors, still in full body contact, but was interrupted by the furious glare of Kadaj.

 

“What..?” innocently asked Loz, “I was horny…”

 

Kadaj nearly growled at his stupidity… “That's not the reason I'm pissed off… it's the fact neither of you noticed the absence of one important figure…”

 

Loz blinked, his mind still numbed from the mind blowing sex he just shared with Yazoo, who I might add was staring at the ceiling back into his world of nothingness. “Well, I was gonna wake you… but you looked so comfy… I didn't want to disturb ya…” really if he was all that mad about it, he was more than willing to make up for his mistake. Loz inwardly smirked, oh was he ever. Sure Yazoo was nice, and by no means was the sex awful, oh quite the opposite. It was just that the aspect of sex from Kadaj was more enticing, even Yazoo would agree, probably because their youngest never really saw the enjoyment in the act and thusly, rarely partook.

 

Ok, it was even more official now in Kadaj's mind, Loz was definitely and idiot. “Well if you weren't so horny all the time and not so busy screwing Yazoo every waking moment, you would have noticed…”

 

“That Mother is gone...” Yazoo's quiet breathless voice finally entered the conversation.

 

“Then if you knew, why didn't you wake me…”

 

“I didn't, just like how you didn't notice until now…” countered Yazoo, his voice calm as his mind was still lost in the nothingness.

 

“Wait…what! You were up the whole time!” accused Loz, finally clueing in.

 

“Well it was kind of hard to sleep with the noises you two were making!” Huffed an embarrassed Kadaj as he had just been caught red handed in his fun. “But that's not the point!” yelled a now furious Kadaj, “we have to find mother…I can't hear her…” his voice fell at the thought of losing his mother for the second time.

 

It was true. None of the brothers could hear the unconscious whisperings of their mother's mind, which only meant one of two things. One she was dead or two… she was hiding.

 

Sighing, all the bothers stripped from their sleeping attire and slipped into their regular leather outfits with practised ease, well for Loz and Yazoo it was after they cleaned up of course.

 

After a frantic search of the house and confirming their instincts that she was indeed gone, they mounted their sleek bikes and sped off in the direction of Cosmo Canyon.

 

Why they went that way they had no idea, all they no idea. All they hoped for was that they found their mother before she got into trouble.

 

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Allisha's ride ended shortly for three reasons. One she had no fucking idea what she was doing, secondly she had no fucking idea where to start besides Cosmo canyon, and third… well she had no fucking idea where she was… that was mostly due to the fact that she had undoubtedly forgotten to put her contacts back in.

 

A distant yell shocked Allisha out of her distant thoughts forcing her to look around “Did you hear that!?” asked Allisha, completely confused.

 

Cloud spared a quick glance at the girl behind him whose arms were entangled around his abdomen “Hear what?” he asked back at her as his attention went back to focusing on driving the vehicle that was currently going at break neck speeds down unmarked paths in the dusty desert known as Cosmo Canyon.

 

With ease he dodged the rocks that seemingly appeared right in front of him, and with the same ease and grace he pulled, what would normally be impossible feats of motorcycle riding, on perilous rocky terrain.

 

Normally to an average person such feats of motorcycle idiocy would scare a person like Allisha shitless, except for one factor. She grew up around bikes, and although she never really driven one herself, she was a frequent passenger on many of her cousins' death defying mountain trail adventures, which unfortunately paled in comparison to what this crazy man was doing, but she enjoyed the ride none the less; despite the fact she was still in her pyjamas.

 

There it was again, that yell in the distance… except it was louder… closer. Confused, Allisha moved to look around but only saw dust `what the…now I'm officially going nuts...' she thought sarcastically. “That!” she exclaimed at Cloud when she heard it the third time, “That yell… didn't you hear it?”

 

Cloud shook his head in a silent no, still concentrating on the road.

 

“Mom!” yelled the mysterious voice… except instead of one… it was three this time.

 

“Uh oh…” whispered Allisha, still not totally understanding why she was hearing three voices in her head…but she had no doubt about who those voices belong to.

 

Sure enough three more bikes sailed off the cliffs at neck breaking speed, forcing a scream of “Oh my god Cloud!” from her dry parched lips.

 

With a quick glance back he saw the trio land their bikes unscathed with practised ease a few feet behind them, “Shit…” he cursed. Oh god how he wished for his coffee that was probably still sitting on the counter… all alone… with nobody to enjoy the thick overpowering sludge. He sighed, and shifted gears, urging the bike to slow, and eventually stop.

 

Allisha sighed at the decrease in speed. It seemed her escape attempt had failed, well at least she tried right; `A' for effort no?

 

The three stopped just behind Cloud, their intimidating mako green eyes filled with untold fury `oh shit... I'm screwed…' Sighing, she faced the inevitable.

 

Getting off the large bike was a thing in itself, considering she was not the most graceful person in the world, never was and probably never will be. But she got off, and made her way over the three guys, her head bowed in defeat. She could not help but thank the gods for her blurred vision, allowing her freedom from their angry stares.

 

In a swift graceful movement, Kadaj kicked the stand of his now quiet bike out and easily dismounted. His boots clunked across the dusty ground in long purposeful strides towards the now frightened girl before him. Oh was he ever pissed… but what made him even more furious was the fact that Cloud helped her…

 

Meeting with up with the girl he decided it was best he take his anger out on the blonde who was still sitting on bike who was unbeknownst to them, thinking of his previously forsaken coffee. With such in mind, he tried to side step around the girl when a fragile hand gripped his elbow, halting his movements.

 

“Don't…” began Allisha, her hopes smashed to bits “Cloud didn't do anything besides what I asked of him…” she prayed that her words would distract Kadaj from his goal, and possible distract him from unsheathing the blade behind his back that he was clinging so desperately to.

 

Kadaj halted at her words, his anger only growing. If the thought that she had been taken by Cloud made him mad, the fact that she wanted to go pissed him off to no end. Oh Cloud would receive his wrath, no doubt about that and so would Allisha… but first things first.

 

Roughly he grasped Allisha's wrist and despite her already bruised flesh tossed her behind him to one of his brothers, his unspoken command clear. Take her back and deal with her…

 

Loz, being closer, caught Allisha as she was about to fall to the ground in a heap.

 

Allisha's body was screaming in sheer agony from the previous rough handling from Kadaj and this did nothing to help her situation, but she reserved herself for what was to come as she prayed to all gods out there, that she would hopefully survive this little endeavour.

 

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AN: Hello! It's me again, with another update!! Yay!! Any who, I still have carpel tunnel but it's calming down a tad... ok not at all... but at least this long chapter shows my dedication right? Meh! Any who, enjoy the uber long chapter... which I had to cut down because if I included all that I originally wanted... it would easily have reached over twenty pages... which would be boring for you... well probably not.. but it would be for me. OH before I forget to mention: EVERYTHING THAT IS ALLISHA, IS ME... IT'S ALL THE SAME. NO CHANGES, NO ALTERATIONS, JUST ME. I even have the ungodly backpack... filled with EVERYTHING . I'm freaking legendary for it… which scares me…so ya... everything about Allisha's is mine, even the name. My name is Allisha lol if you havn't guessed. And it will be the same for a few people I'm going to introduce soon... well eventually...