Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Send Me An Angel.... Tainted With Scarlet.... ❯ Forever Capturing the Wings of Fate…With a Butterflies Tender Kiss… ( Chapter 13 )

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 Thirteen:

 

Forever Capturing the Wings of Fate…With a Butterflies Tender Kiss…

 

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Reality and fantasy are one in the same. Both stem from dreams we hold deep inside, and are born from the actions we take to achieve those dreams. And thusly, because of the blurred definition of reality and fantasy… are we merely dreaming in what we believe to be our beloved reality? Who knows…?

If you were asked to define `reality', what would you say? Would you say that reality is what is happening here and now? It is something you can never wake up from? To be honest I have no idea what you would say. But surely this has to be a dream. For how could we commit such cruelties to each other, who we constantly claim to love and cherish? How is it possible for - we as humans - to choke the world into a deathly silence with our brutal hands of political correctness? Who knows… but surely… this must be a dream.

But what if it is not…?

Many thoughts raged through Allisha's mind as she silently sat on window bench in her friends' room, staring blankly out into the worldly abyss below her. Her mind kept going over the past few days she had been in Gaia, and she could not help but ponder the philosophies of reality and dreams. Was this all a dream? Or was coming here part of some sick and twisted divine plan whatever higher being was out there came up with? She had no idea.

Blank sparkling hazel eyes moved from watching the bustling streets of Midgar, to staring longingly at the glimmering sunset as Allisha's mind moved on to remembering the hectic day she just had. She paid no mind that her friend, Kaitlyn, rambled on about pretty much nothing, not even noticing that her mind was - more or less - a million miles away.

To say the day was merely interesting would not only be an understatement, but a tremendous one at that. Not only did she have to deal with blazing guns, rowdy children, drunken men and a nagging Tifa, this is not to mention that her mind deemed it absolutely necessary that she should be pondering mind boggling philosophical questions late into the night.

But let us go to the beginning to this new chapter of Allisha's life and start our tale there; because surely by now, all of you - the readers- must be confused as hell.

The group discussion Tifa had called earlier ended in… well… less than pleasant results. Because not only was Tifa asking the impossible, she was demanding it.

Tifa had declared that since Allisha and her friends were not going anywhere any time soon, it would be mandatory that they help out and pull their own weight, until they went back home. And thusly, she had decided suitable `jobs' for the girls to perform during their stay, and surprisingly Tifa had even found `jobs' for the trio as well.

Allisha and Kaitlyn were now in charge of working at the local orphanage where they would be taking over Tifa's job in watching the children during the day.

And thusly, because her day was freed from that daily duty, Tifa would be able to spend more time working in the bar and in turn would be able to have it open longer. But because it would be open longer, Tifa deemed it necessary that Tamara helped her out being a bar maid. Hell she was pretty enough for the job and the girl looked fairly steady on her feet, so in other words… Tamara was perfect for the job.

Now the trio had been a whole other matter. At the beginning she was not planning on giving them work to do so soon, to allow them time to settle down and become accustomed to boring old daily life. Unfortunately, Loz offhandedly informed her earlier that day that it would not be a good idea to allow Kadaj to sit idle for to long, unless she wanted her entire life going up in flames. Which most certainty would happen if she allowed Kadaj any more time to sit and think, hell he was already developing a twitch in his right eye… which she might add scared the shit out of her.

 

So without missing a beat, she found a use for them. Well Tifa would admit that it was a pain in the ass to come up with something. Neither Loz nor Yazoo could show their face to the general public anytime soon after the public display they pulled for their reunion. This was not to mention that blatantly refused to leave their mother -unsupervised- for any length of time. Which she could understand… somewhat… they had just found their mother after what she assumed could only be years of searching. Hell even she wouldn't leave poor Allisha alone if she was in the same boat.

 

But anyway, the trio's new job starting the next day would be working at the orphanage along side Kaitlyn and Allisha doing menial labour (fixing doors, and broken swing sets and the like). But they would also hold a second duty, which was to undoubtedly protect the kids if something were to happen. It was not unknown for the orphanage to be preyed upon by ruthless criminals who had a grudge and wanted to get back at Cloud and Tifa.

 

So with the setting sun, their jobs were in place. Their minds were set and well everything was hunky dorie. Well… at least until morning came.

 

“It's too early…” complained Kaitlyn as she made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen, Tamara following close behind.

 

“Don't even get me started. Aren't there rules against getting up this early during summer? I swear to god… getting up at seven in the morning is going to kill me…” agreed Tamara who couldn't hold back the demanding yawn any longer.

 

Fortunately both girls had gotten their normal morning routines out of the way, but unfortunately even being showered, dressed, teeth brushed and faces washed did nothing to wake them up.

 

Slowly and safely they made their way into the kitchen, well only after Kaitlyn nearly tripped down the stairs a few times and Tamara nearly walking into the kitchen door. But all was good because both of them were safe in the kitchen eating the provided bowls of god only knows what - which they assumed to be some type of cereal, but they were not going to go any deeper into than that - that sat on the counter with a sign that read

 

Good Morning Tamara, Kaitlyn and Allisha!

 

Here is your guy's breakfast, enjoy.

 

I'll be back around 7:30 to show Tamara around.

 

Hope you guy's have a good morning and I hope you have a great day with the kids. Tell them all that I love `em.

 

Tifa

 

“Finally decide to get up have you?” mused an increasingly familiar sarcastic male voice from behind the two girls who were enjoying their previously peaceful breakfast.

 

Tamara and Kaitlyn both sighed as they continued to munch on their provided meal.

 

With a slight turn of their head, both girls quickly glanced and acknowledged the presence of the trio as they slid themselves into the inset table by the window beside the island where the two girls were sitting.

 

“Hey we were up before you!” exclaimed Kaitlyn, who was now fully awake and utterly pissed off.

 

`So much for a peaceful and quiet breakfast…' mused Tamara who decided it was best to just let Kaitlyn do her thing.

 

“Oh were you now?” sarcastically replied Kadaj as he quirked a perfectly sculpted slender silver eye brow.

 

“We were here before you, thusly we were up before you” smirked Kaitlyn, seemingly content in her false win.

 

“I think not girl. We were up training at three in the morning while you two were still snoring, quite loudly I might add…”

 

Kaitlyn's face almost instantaneously dropped its confident smirk as she glared at the seemingly bored man, her sparkling sky blue eyes sparkling in untamed anger.

 

“Cut it out Kadaj,” droned Loz who was completely bored already, “it's too early for bickering, and besides you'll wake mother.”

 

“Too late, so shut up will ya? I'm getting a migraine…” grumbled Allisha as she slowly stumbled into the humble kitchen. To say that she looked like hell was a huge understatement.

 

Allisha looked like she got punched in the eyes with the large dark circles she was sporting under her eyes from lack of sleep. Her hair was not set in its silky wavy style, but was instead a giant large curly mess. Fortunately the only thing she had going for her that morning was that her clothes looked good and that she smelled nice from her shower.

 

“Come here” firmly ordered Yazoo his voice barely above a whisper but his tone was firm. Quickly he scooted over while he beckoned his half-awake mother over with an outstretched leather gloved hand.

 

Allisha readily complied, her sleep deprived mind to doped to notice let alone fight against their doting; much to her friends' displeasure and utter shock.

 

As soon as she sat next to him Yazoo pulled her close while trying to tame the mess that was her hair by brushing his long artist fingers through it. Which he did succeed to a degree, at least now it looked half decent with the large ribbony curls and not the poofy tangled mess it was before.

 

Tamara and Kaitlyn stared at Allisha like she had grown a third head. She was just sitting there taking it like a…a… doll! This was unacceptable in their books which they deemed needed to be rectified. And what made it worse was the fact that neither Kadaj nor Loz cared that Yazoo was touching Allisha like she was just a toy, but they did have to admit Allisha looked a tad bit better… but that was not the point the point is that he was … touching… her, and she wasn't even caring. The Allisha they knew would have tried anything to get away… or at least flinch!

 

“What are you doing?” asked Tamara, and although she already knew the answer she felt it necessary to hear it from the weirdo's mouth.

 

“What does it look like?” countered Loz “he's making her presentable.”

 

Kaitlyn was floored, of all things “and what gives you the right to do that! Let alone touch her for that matter!”

 

Kadaj becoming increasingly bored with the situation felt it was time to end it quickly “if Yazoo feels our mother” he stressed the words hoping to make an impression in what he could only to believe their extremely thick skulls “is in need of care, then just let him. It makes him happy anyway…”

 

Kaitlyn blinked and looked at the calm and stoic Yazoo who was still running his fingers through Allisha's hair. His face eyes were cold and distant, and yet his actions were loving and tender.

 

Tamara blinked and came to the same conclusion. `How the fuck can you tell if he's happy?' but as she glanced at Kaitlyn to silently get her opinion, they again both came to the same conclusion. It was just their thing, and there was no way in hell there were going to figure it out. So… they left it, for the moment anyway.

 

“Are you hungry mother?” questioned Loz whose gentle mako green gaze settled on his mother, who was still half-awake.

 

“No” was her firm mumble, her eyes staring blankly ahead at nothing completely unaware of anything.

 

The trio were becoming increasingly alarmed. Their mother was unresponsive mostly and was just staring blankly ahead, something had to be amiss because the morning before she had been so lively… but now she was half-dead.

 

“Just relax. Ally-chan's always like that in the morning, its one of the after affects from being an insomniac. The reason she's like this is because she actually got sleep last night, probably about two hours if she's like this. Which is surprising… two hours is an amount she gets on one of her good nights” explained Tamara after witnessing the growing stress levels from the trio. Fortunately her words calmed the trio.

 

“Ya she'll wake up in about three… two… one” counted down Kaitlyn as she watched the seconds tick closer to seven thirty.

 

As soon as the large hand clicked onto seven thirty, Allisha visibly snapped awake. Her eyes gained their normal sparkling light while her previously slumped posture straightened.

 

“Morning…” nervously Allisha as she quickly glanced at the startled mako green gaze's that were trained on her as she moved away from Yazoo's petting. “How'd I get down here?” she innocently questioned as her soulful hazel eyes locked on her friends, hoping for an answer.

 

“On your own two feet…” mused Kaitlyn, oh how she enjoyed Ally-chan's stupidity in the morning. It was part of her daily entertainment.

 

The trio were shocked, but unfortunately they did not have time to ponder at how their mother could be so well….unaware, because it was now seven thirty; the time where they had to be heading off to the Orphanage.

 

“Come on, let's get going. Including you mother's friend” calmly ordered Kadaj as he made his way out from behind the inset table along with his brothers. And just as they were on their way out, he firmly grabbed his mother's wrist forcing her from the room only allowing a quick goodbye to escape past her moist pale pink lips.

 

“See ya Tamara, we'll talk to you later tonight!” exclaimed Kaitlyn as she half-heartedly waved to Tamara as she left to catch up with Allisha and the trio.

 

Tamara sighed and moved to place the dishes in the sink. She was alone and unfortunately that meant her lonesome thoughts would soon be plaguing her. A small smile crept onto her moist plump pale lips, `no matter' she mused `at least it'll keep me occupied.'

 

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“Get back here!” exclaimed Allisha as she hustled past small groups of boys and girls, trying to catch a rebellious little boy that blatantly refused to follow the simple rules of play time. “Kaitlyn, I could use some help!”

 

“Sorry Ally-chan!” replied Kaitlyn as she too was becoming utterly flabbergasted by the rowdy kids, as she was being literally tortured to death by pranks by a small group of boys and girls. “I'm kinda busy at the moment…”

 

It was eight thirty in the morning by the time the trio arrived at the orphanage with the two girls clinging helplessly to them hoping to survive their reckless life endangering driving.

 

Fortunately introductions went by smoothly with the orphanage head mistress who promptly informed both Kaitlyn and Allisha of the rules and code of conduct each and every child must follow before letting them loose to tame the rowdy group of about forty kids, both boys and girls.

 

After the headmistress introduced the girls, she promptly left with an extremely bored trio following behind which she soon quickly put to work fixing everything under the son.

 

Unfortunately for the headmistress, the trio were extremely efficient workers, and not only were they fast but their quality of work was amazing. So thusly, the headmistress had quickly run out of work for them to do for the day, and after they blatantly refused to leave and go back home, she grudgingly allowed them to watch the girls and help only if necessary.

 

Poor Allisha and Kaitlyn, the kids looked innocent enough at first, but by god were they wrong. They were hellions just waiting to be sprung loose and no matter what either girl said, they refused to listen. Maybe it was because neither girl appeared threatening…who knows. But by god both Kaitlyn and Allisha were growing sick and tired of the pranks, blatant disobedience not to mention the natural nastiness that surrounded kids wherever they went.

 

Now this was all great fun for the trio as they sat watching with sadistic pleasure as the girls struggled with the kids, sure it was a tad cruel of them, but hell… it was fun! Fortunately no child recognized them, nor did they notice the trio as they silently slipped into the room.

 

“Shi… shitake mushrooms!” exclaimed Allisha - hoping to hide her obvious curse in a foolish exclamatory saying of a food product - as a small boy no older than the sweet and tender age of nine, punched her in the nose after she asked him to go to the time-out zone for slapping a girl who was playing with the blocks he wished to use although it was unfortunately not his turn. But anyway, despite the kid's young age he could sure hit and hit he did.

 

Allisha's eyes watered as she cradled her extremely tender nose whilst praying it wasn't broken. Small drops of blood slipped between her fingers as she collapsed on the ground from pain.

 

Now to literate the pain poor Allisha was going through would have to be something like this: it felt like the cartilage in her nose were smashed to bits allowing the seemingly jaded broken bits to feel like they were slicing apart the delicate flesh. Her eyes only saw white as her pain senses became overloaded, forcing her to the ground as I previously mentioned.

 

The trio's eyes narrowed at the small boy who was smirking at his obvious defeat. Sure they allowed the harmless pranks to continue, but enough was enough. He had harmed their mother, drawing blood. The boy had to pay…

 

In a flash the trio were beside their mother, Kadaj cradling her pain ridden form as she rode out the waves of pain that wracked her body. Loz on the other hand had already picked the kid up by the collar of his bulky t-shirt and lifted the small frail boy to their eye level, which was roughly a height difference of at least 3 to 3.5 feet. Anyway, just as fast as Loz raised the disgusting boy up to their level, Yazoo cocked his gun blade aiming straight for the dead center point in the middle of the child's forehead. Or in other words, just above his eyes.

 

“Fair is fair…” purred Loz as he smirked at the terrified kid who unfortunately lost control of most - if not all - of his bodily functions, as he stared at the barrel of the cocked gun blade pointed directly at his forehead.

 

Everyone froze as they stared at the frightening scene before them. Everything was silent as they waiting for what was to come despite being completely uncertain as to what was to come.

 

A soft whimper pain from the bloodied girl who sat crumpled on the ground, shattered the deathly silence, and turned all of the observing gazes back onto her and off the traumatized boy.

 

“Stop it…” whispered Allisha as waves of pain slowly ebbed into a dull throb. “He's just a kid, he doesn't know any better”

 

“Exactly, he needs to be punished” argued Kadaj, his worry slowly easing as he pretty much ripped her hands off from cradling her nose, so he could observe the damage.

 

“But not like that…” corrected Allisha, “what you're doing is cruel and unusual punishment.”

 

Yazoo and Loz looked at their mother their gaze questioning her as to what she wanted them to do.

 

“Put him down, and go sit over there, I'll deal with you when I'm done” ordered Allisha, her tone radiated a mix of both extreme worry and ferocious anger. Slowly she stood up and batted Kadaj's prying hands away from her as they tried to pull her back down.

 

Loz and Yazoo looked at Kadaj, questioning what they should do but ultimately they followed their mother's command as she glared at them with her fiery hazel eyes.

 

After being placed back on the ground, the kid not only collapsed in fright but large marble sized tears slipped down his chubby childish cheeks in huge torrents. Not only was he a shitty mess, but he had quickly become a crying snivelling shitty mess.

 

But Allisha didn't care. Because with a gentle touch one that only a mother could have, she coaxed him into her arms and pulled him to his feet. And with steady yet slow steps they made their way out of the play room and into the main hall of the orphanage.

 

As soon as Kaitlyn heard the large steel doors click shut behind Allisha, she organized the startled kids - who at this point staying as far away from the trio as possible - into a hearty game of Red Rover. One she had to first teach them, but once they got going they enjoyed it immensely, completely forgetting the earlier skirmish.

 

Once the kids were occupied with their game, Kaitlyn made her way over to the still dumbstruck trio as they stared longingly at the door wishing their mother to return.

 

“You guy's did a very stupid thing,” angrily commented Kaitlyn, “Ally-chan's pissed now.”

 

“Shut up” snapped Kadaj, refusing to admit the truth of the girls' words.

 

“It's true. But…I probably would have done the same thing if I was in your position” whispered Kaitlyn, sadness clearly evident in her voice. “But that's not the point. Your lucky Ally-chan is the way she is, being forgiving and all. Otherwise you'd be in the doghouse for years to come…”

 

“Dog house?” innocently inquired Yazoo, not understanding the phrase.

 

“I think it means we'd be screwed” commented Loz.

 

“Oh” was Yazoo's breathy distant reply.

 

Eventually, after what seemed like years to the trio, Allisha returned. Except instead of being her normally happy self, she looked utterly pissed off. Fortunately thought, it looked like she had cleaned herself off from the blood so at least she looked remotely better. But the trio hated to see those bags under her eyes, and thusly, vowed to get rid of them by any means. Their mother deserved a full nights' sleep after why they put her through.

 

Sighing Allisha sat next to the trio who had moved back to their original seats against the wall in the far corner. “What you did was wrong…” she began despite being completely unsure on how to continue.

 

Disciplining was not her forte, and when it came to getting mad at the trio… she just couldn't do it. Maybe it was the fact she knew things about them that Kaitlyn didn't know, maybe it was the fact that they -seemingly- respected her and her wishes, and that they were only doing what they felt was right. But no matter the reason, as she gazed into their normally intimidating mako green eyes - but were now a soft sad luminescent jade- she could not voice the angry words she had vowed to repeat to them. Sighing dejectedly she went for her non-existent plan `b'.

 

“But he hurt you… he made you bleed” argued a desperate Kadaj. He did not want her mad at him…again. He was just starting to get back into her partial good graces.

 

“I have to agree, he did hurt you. And fair is fair…” agreed Loz.

 

Yazoo just stared blankly at the kids playing, blinking only when required. His mind was far off in a distant realm of nothingness, and by god how Allisha wished to join him.

 

“Still…that doesn't give you the right to threaten a young kid like that. How would you feel if you guy's switched places?” oh god Allisha prayed she was getting through, otherwise this was going to be a very long day.

 

“That's how we were punished….well one of the ways…” murmured Loz who had gotten increasingly quite and withdrawn as his words spilled from his pale lips, almost as if he was remembering a horrible nightmare of his past.

 

“Wait… what?” her eyes were wide in alarm, “what do you mean by that? You can't be series…”

 

“He is” explained Kadaj, he to remained distant. “But no explanations now; no, not now...” in his own way Kadaj was almost begging for his mother to drop this. None of them wanted to relive that moment in time… at least not at this point and time.

 

“Fine. But your punishment will be tonight you will tell me, alright?” stated Allisha, her voice firm and allowed for no `buts'.

 

The trio simultaneously nodded their heads in acceptance of their fate. The nightmares that they could never wake up from and thusly had become their reality were now going to be resurfaced, after years of burial. Each one of them had dreaded this moment, praying that this was only a dream; a sad and twisted dream, but a dream none-the-less.

 

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