Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Send Me An Angel.... Tainted With Scarlet.... ❯ A Secret Past Blurred By A Forgotten Future... ( Chapter 11 )

RATING: NC-17!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, POSSIBLE RAPE, GRUESOME SCENES AND 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 Eleven:

 

A Secret Past Blurred By A Forgotten Future…

 

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So far their interrogation had gotten them nowhere. It seemed all that their mother's so called friends could tell them about their mother was the most absolute basic of information, and even most of that was sceptical.

 

Loz could not help but inwardly sigh as the mounds of unanswered questions about his mysterious mother added up. He - and he was pretty sure Yazoo too - wanted to know more about her past, who she was, what she wanted… but all they seemed to get out of them was that mother went to school in Airdrie, she enjoyed anime - whatever that was - and writing… he sighed again. This was getting him nowhere.

 

Yazoo sat opposite of his brother on the bed, he still blocked their escape, but in much more comfortable position. His mind was seemingly lost in almost another world as his haunting jade gaze was glazed over in murky forgetfulness as he allowed his brother too ruthlessly interrogate and intimidate the two girls who sat huddled on the bed against the wall.

 

Both Kaitlyn and Tamara had enough at this point. They were tired, hungry, sore, and bitchy beyond all comparison. And this was before Loz had started to question them! Now sure, both girls could see -somewhat- as to why the two guys were doing this, but in their mind, enough was enough. They knew no more than what they had told him, but frankly it was obvious that did not satiate Loz. No, it was one question after the other and both girls were tired, bitchy, and now growing increasingly worried.

 

Soft quiet raindrops fell upon the closed window, creating a natural melancholy rhythmic melody that only the two men in front of the confused girls seemed to understand. Almost instantly they stopped their questioning to turn and gaze out the window, their features saddening with every sparkling drop upon the clear glass.

 

Kaitlyn turned to look at Tamara questioningly, but only got a blank glance in response.

 

“What's wrong?” questioned Tamara as both girls went back to looking inquisitively at the solemn men.

 

“Mother…” was Yazoo's distant reply. Almost instinctively he got up and walked towards the window, and as if in a daze, his dark leather gloved hand reached out to tentatively touch the glass.

 

Ok now they were officially confused, it was just rain… was it not? So what did it have to do with Ally-chan? Both girls sighed and looked expectantly at Loz, praying for an answer that they knew - somehow - would never come.

 

Loz soon joined his brother gazing out the window their normally vibrant and lively green eyes darkened with sadness and clouded in memory.

 

It was a touching thing to see one physically strong man gently encircle his powerful muscular arms around the smaller man he stood behind, drawing him close in a protective embrace as they both gazed out the window. It was almost picture perfect for the two girls, and they could not help but stare at the beauty and innocence it portrayed.

 

A few minutes felt like an eternity for the girls as they sat watching the innocent scene being played out before them. And besides the gentle thrum of raindrops along the roof and glass, no sound was to be heard.

 

“Mother is crying Loz…” quietly whispered Yazoo only loud enough for his brother to hear as he felt Loz's strong arms surround him, drawing him closer.

 

“Yes” agreed Loz as small silver tears dripped down his milky smooth cheeks wetting Yazoo's downy soft hair beneath.

 

Skilfully Yazoo turned around - still wrapped in his Loz's protective embrace - to face his brother and with a delicate hand he carefully caught a shimmering tear on the gloved tip and brought it to the corner of his dry eye, allowing it fall down his snowy soft creamy cheeks.

 

“To share the pain” Yazoo whispered, answering his brother's unspoken question.

 

Loz smiled down at his brother who he held so dear to his heart. They were made for each other in everyway. Loz protected his brother physically and Yazoo kept him in line emotionally, and no matter what… they always shared each others pain. If one was injured, the other would take care of him. If one was sad, the other cheered him up. If one was weak… the other protected. Yin and yang was what they were; two halves of one whole. And yes they loved, let alone worshipped, Kadaj with every fibre of their being… but their bond was special… very special. They fought, breathed, let alone lived for the other… and Kadaj only made the bond between them stronger.

 

But now that mother was here, they had someone to help with the pain. They were no longer alone… someone else could understand them… could love them… and if Yazoo could cry he would, he was pretty sure Kadaj would to if he could cry, but at least Loz cried enough to make up for them.

 

“Why are you crying?” questioned Kaitlyn who was completely oblivious to the sentimental moment taking place.

 

Tamara could only blush as she saw the two, she could feel her heart rate increase, but at Kaitlyn's question she too could not help but wonder… why were they crying?

 

Both Loz and Yazoo were shocked out of their moment, reminded of the fact that there were others present. Regretfully Yazoo pulled out of Loz's grasp and returned to gaze out of the window, leaving Loz to answer the girls' insistent questions.

 

Amazing how quickly the tables turn…

 

“Mother is crying” answered Loz with a sigh, amazed at the idiocy of the girls. This was common knowledge amongst them and if these girls did not know about it… well he seriously doubted their credibility as mother's friends.

 

“If you're referring to Ally-chan…” started Tamara.

 

“She can't cry…” finished Kaitlyn in a matter of fact tone.

 

And they thought he was dumb… “We know that. Because mother herself can't cry, the planet cries for her…” explained Loz much like if he was explaining why the sun rose to a two year old.

 

“Oh…” said the girls in unison, finally understanding at least a little bit. “But why are you crying?”

 

“We share mother's pain because we are connected” he turned back to look out the window and frowned, along with Yazoo, at the sight.

 

Rain was now falling harder than before and the wind - having just picked up - was howling ferociously.

 

Not only was their mother sad… but she was pissed. Both men inwardly sighed, `dumbass' mentally cursed the two as they thought of their brother who was still with their mother.

 

“It's really coming down” innocently commented Kaitlyn, “are you sure that the rain reflects Ally-chan's tears? Because… she's never been this upset before as long as we've known her….”

 

As soon as the words slipped past Kaitlyn's lips, Yazoo whipped around to face the impudent girl. “And what are you insinuating…?” he questioned, his voice haunting and made both girls stop instantly as they caught the underlying whispers of untold horrors in his voice.

 

Yazoo's normally cloudy dazed green eyes were sharp and focused, and his head was turned at a questioning angle. To be honest he looked just like Kadaj with his bangs covering his face at just the right way.

 

He dared them to continue…

 

“O... oh… no… noth… nothing!” stuttered Kaitlyn, the fear clearly evident between the girls.

 

Almost instantly Yazoo returned to his usual aloof demeanour, clearly satisfied with their answer. And as if nothing had been said, he returned to gaze out the window.

 

Painful silence ensued…

 

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It seemed like forever for the rain to stop, but eventually around noon the rain tapered off, leaving heart warming sunny trails in its wake.

 

Small smiles appeared on the delicate pale rose lips of the two men who gazed out the window and into the now sparkling world outside. Relief flooded through them as the sun soon trickled into the room allowing them to release a breath they did not know they were holding.

 

After taking one last long look at the shimmering world both men turned back to check in on the girls who lay sprawled out of the bed, looking absolutely bored out of their mind.

 

“So is Ally-chan happy yet?” sarcastically questioned Kaitlyn as she gazed at the men who appeared upside down as she lay on her back, her head dropping off over the side baring her neck to the onlookers.

Loz glared at the idiotic women, “Yes, mother is happy” his voice was sharp and if it had a physical form would have cut the girl to the bone.

 

Oh how he hated the two girls right now, but thankfully the yelling at the door's entrance distracted him from doing something he may have regretted… well he doubted that.

 

“But I want to see my friends!” exclaimed an agitated feminine voice muffled by the door.

 

All eyes were on the ragged girl as she burst into the room with a smile plastered on her face at the sight of the two girls who had sat upright at the intrusion.

 

“Tamara! Kaitlyn! Thank god, did they do anything? Are you ok? How are you doing?” hastily questioned Allisha as she rushed towards the girls and leaped onto the bed despite the throbbing pain in her back.

 

Loz frowned, his mother was still injured let alone looking like she had just gone through hell, well maybe she had but did that mean she still had to look like it?

 

Both Loz and Yazoo were growing increasingly concerned. Their mother looked like utter shit, had been just previously upset and this was not to mention the fact they could tell she was in pain as her friends hugged her despite her loathing of physical contact. But that was when it hit the two…

 

They shot worried glances at each other, mother was upset… which meant it had rained. Kadaj hated the rain! Now both brothers were terrified, if something happened to him they would never be able to forgive themselves. But just as they were about to reach the door a flustered Kadaj stepped through ignoring his frantic brothers as he stepped past.

 

“Kadaj!” they worriedly exclaimed as they gazed upon his calm, although mildly flustered demeanour … wait… calm… “Are you alright?” they asked.

 

Kadaj turned to both of his brothers his brows furrowed in confusion when it hit him… the rain… He lowered his head allowing his bangs to cover his obvious embarrassment at the memory of earlier. “I'm fine…” he began his embarrassment quite obvious to the brothers.

 

A small smile grew on the brother's face at their Kadaj's embarrassment…“so is mother not mad at you anymore?”

 

“I…” Kadaj hesitantly answered, “Well I don't know….”

 

“What do you mean you don't know?” asked Loz completely mystified at his brothers vague response.

 

Kadaj huffed at his brother's idiocy “exactly what it means… I have no idea if she's mad or not… all that matters is that she's happy, is it not?”

 

Both Yazoo and Loz sighed, nodding their heads in agreement.

 

“Come mother…” called Yazoo as the brothers turned back to the happy girls whispering and laughing on the bed.

 

At Yazoo's haunting call, the girls ceased in their merry fun; “No” was Allisha curt reply before returning to talking with her friends completely ignoring the obviously angered trio.

 

Kadaj looked at Loz with his intent clearly labelled across his face. Loz could only smile in sadistic glee.

 

The loud thud of boots interrupted their conversation and before any of the bubbling girls could realize Allisha had been effortlessly lifted off the bed and tossed over Loz's shoulder… again.

 

“What are you doing!” exclaimed both Tamara and Kaitlyn “put her down!”

 

“No he will not” was Kadaj's cruel reply. His smirk that had appeared when he looked at Loz only grew. “Mother needs attending to and we will be making sure that it gets done.”

 

Allisha's eyes widened in painful realization…`oh shit…' she inwardly cursed as she looked at her friend pleading for them to help her, but unfortunately they were too dazed at his words.

 

Quickly before the girls realized what was happening they left the room with their mother tossed ungracefully over Loz's shoulder, closing the door behind them.

 

“What are you doing?” frantically questioned Allisha, her mind racing at the horrific insinuations Kadaj's statement inflicted… most of them bloody.

 

“You are injured” Yazoo answered “You need to tending to…”

 

Allisha blinked…`that's it! That's all they wanted…' her mind fumed. “Could that not have waited until after I was done with my friends?” she huffed.

 

“No” was the trio curt and brash reply.

 

“But…”

 

“No…” Kadaj firmly ended her protests with a fierce glare, which only lightened after the poor girl sighed in inevitable defeat.

 

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Allisha sighed, was it just her or where the guy's … hmm how to put it nicely… overly obsessive?

 

Sure Allisha enjoyed being able to take a shower in peace, mind you she was chucked into the bathroom with the firm orders to shower and if she did not they would have no problems using force, but she enjoyed it none-the-less. It was when she got out of the shower did things get…well…weird…

 

As soon as they heard the shower shut off the door was thrust open - much to her displeasure, which was clearly evident in her ear shattering shriek of surprise - and the shower curtain drawn back to reveal her still wet form huddled in the corner with - much to Allisha's delight - a towel already wrapped around herself.

 

It was then that Kadaj yanked her out of the shower, and literally dragged out of the bathroom and thrown onto the bed - still drenched she might add - in front of Yazoo who then proceeded to order her to drop the towel under the pretence they needed to check on her back.

 

By now Allisha was not only shocked but scared and extremely pissed off as well. Because not only did she not even have the time to dry off but now all three were expecting her to drop her towel… ok that was where she drew the line.

 

“No I will not drop the towel!” fumed Allisha as she began to get up from the bed. Unfortunately leathered hands both pushed and pulled her back down to again sit in front of Yazoo. “You have got to be kidding me… don't I get any privacy?!”

 

“Not when your well being is on the line” calmly replied Loz, much like he would if he was simply commenting on the weather.

 

“I'm fine though!” protested Allisha.

 

“Oh really…” remarked Yazoo as he took one of his gloved fingers and gently poked at the dark bruise that crept up to her shoulders.

 

“Holy fuck, that hurts!” exclaimed Allisha.

 

“My point is proven” mused Loz as he completely ignored the furious death glares that Allisha sent his way at his comment.

 

“Fine, but does it have to be all three of you?”

 

The brothers looked at each other and sighed, they would at least give her that. “Fine we'll leave, but Yazoo is staying understood? I don't want to hear any arguing on the matter. We'll just be outside.” Remarked Kadaj, his tone was not sharp but firm much like a worried parent would their child.

 

Allisha only glared as Loz and Kadaj left their room closing the door behind them with a soft click.

 

Yazoo sighed, he could easily tell his mother was not happy with the situation but under no circumstances would they allow anyone else to tend to her. That was out of the question. But the least he could do was at least get her to relax… so sighing he reached over and grabbed the brush that had been put aside the night before and began to brush the wet tangles in his mother's hair, just like last night.

 

Oh he was evil…it was the only physical contact she ever took pleasure from and it seemed he was using it to his full advantage. `Bastard' she inwardly cursed, but she could not deny the feel of his firm yet gentle hands working out the massive amounts of tangles from her dampened locks.

 

Once her hair was silky smooth once again he set the brush aside, much to Allisha's displeasure. But already after the few moments he took to simply brush her hair, she had relaxed somewhat. “I need to see your back…” commented Yazoo in his usual calm voice.

 

Allisha sighed, “Can't I at least get dressed?”

 

“No, this way I can see the full extent of the injury” was his reply.

 

Again she sighed, and lowered the large fluffy green towel allowing it to drop in the back revealing the nasty deep purple and sickly green bruise that traveled almost the entire expanse of her back.

 

Yazoo tilted his head in a curious manner and prodded her delicate flesh much like he did before at the Forgotten Forest. Fortunately no new damage had been caused thanks to the day's activities, but unfortunately she was going to have to live.

 

With a seemingly practised ease he reached for the small black leather bag of supplies that he had grabbed earlier and had sat next to him while his mother was in the shower. And after rummaging around he found what he was looking for and withdrew the small white plastic bottle, and after opening the lid he tapped out two small -almost jewel like- blue capsules into his leathered palm.

 

“Take these” he ordered as he held out his palm to the girl sitting in front of him who had lifted the green towel back up around her back. And with his other hand he reached over and grabbed the glass of water the brothers had also retrieved when their mother was busy.

 

“What are they?” Allisha asked innocently, unsure if she should be taking medicine from strange psychotic men who claimed to be her sons.

 

“Painkillers” he replied.

 

“I don't ever take medication” replied Allisha as she turned away from the outstretched palm.

 

“Don't make me get Kadaj…” threatened Yazoo.

 

Allisha sighed and grabbed the pills and the cup of water he had offered her and quickly swallowed them, not wanting another confrontation with the infamous Kadaj.

 

“Good” he remarked as he gracefully stood and walked over towards the door allowing the sure to be restless brothers back inside.

 

Sure enough the two were leaning against the opposite wall, with a small bundle cradled in Loz's powerful hands.

 

As the door opened the two men looked up, “Well?” the both inquired in unison.

 

“She's fine I just gave her some painkillers to help ease the discomfort” replied Yazoo his mind once again drifting.

 

“That's good” remarked Loz, “can we come in?”

 

Yazoo moved out of the doorway to allow his brothers entry.

 

Allisha was already busy rummaging through her bag. She could have sworn she put an extra pair of clothes…

 

“Here” said Loz as he held the package out towards their crouched mother.

 

Looking up Allisha could only frown in confusion as she stared at the package… “What is it?” she asked innocently as she reached for the package in Loz's hands.

 

“Just put it on!” ordered Kadaj who was previously talking to Yazoo.

 

Allisha sighed, “Alright…” How could she refuse a gift?

 

Still holding the towel and with the package under her arm, she strolled back into the bathroom, unsure of what to expect.

 

After what felt like a hours, but was only a few minutes Loz walked up to the still closed bathroom door and gently knocked “are you alright mother?” he hesitantly asked.

 

“Uh ya… fine…” replied Allisha.

 

“Then why are you not out here yet?” asked Kadaj, his patience wearing thin.

 

“Because…”

 

“Because why?” inquired Yazoo…

 

“I'm not sure…. If leather is my thing…”

 

Both the trio sighed in defeat, if it was not one thing… it was definitely another.

 

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AN: Alrighty here is chapter eleven for you guys. I hope you enjoyed it. Hmm… I wonder what's gonna happen next… well I already know… but you don't! ::insert evil laugh::