Yazoo discovers what his brother, Loz, has been talking about, and he deals with Kadaj's jealousy
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This may be disturbing for some--if you don't like violence and if incest tweaks you, move along, please.
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Yazoo woke the next morning when the baby stirred, Loz still snoring in his bed and oblivious. Kadaj easily slid out from under his brother and stalked to the bathroom. When he moved it was difficult for Yazoo not to stare at his hip-swinging gait—for all that Kadaj channeled Sephiroth, the older man’s swagger translated to a seductive sway in Kadaj’s young body.
The baby gave him a narrow look over one shoulder and smirked before closing the bathroom door.
Yazoo was out of bed the instant he heard the shower start, hastily jerking on his clothing, strapping the Velvet Nightmare on even as he made his way to his bike.
He rode straight to the bar, cutting around to the back when he saw the people milling around the front, a sinking feeling in his stomach.
He parked in the back and slipped inside through an unlatched window. The people sent to investigate had their hands full keeping the spectators out, they didn’t pay any attention to the room behind them.
The place stank of blood, the buzz of flies loud in Yazoo’s ears—or maybe it was the mad thunder of his heart slamming away in panic. The puddle of human tissue he stepped in was fresh, a barely congealed scum on the floor. So…the baby had started in privacy and moved the party downstairs later, so as not to bring his little rampage to an early end.
Yazoo nudged the remains idly with the toe of his boot, shocked yet again by the baby’s inventiveness. He made his way silently up the stairs, one ear trained on the voices below. But that attention slipped when he opened the first door and found only wanton destruction. It was room after room of carnage, Kadaj annihilating the people he’d seduced to teach him what he’d so desperately wanted to know. Purpose served, the little tyrant had clearly felt no need to keep them alive.
And, finally, her room.
Baby had vented his ire here—with a glance Yazoo saw it and reflexively closed his eyes, stomach rolling in unexpected nausea. He’d seen such tortures in the belly of the Shinra labs—indeed, had lived through such things—but he had become accustomed to the clean death he and his brothers delivered, and the baby had delighted in destroying her. He cracked his eyes, taking the sight in with small flickers of his eyes—the blood splashing up the walls, the body tied down so tightly to the bed that what was left of her flesh bulged over the thin leather straps. She was contorted and twisted, Kadaj having felt the need to rearrange her in another shape altogether. He’d sliced her to ribbons and flung the flesh around in glee. Yazoo had no doubt that she had died screaming and writhing in her own guts. Kadaj would’ve seen to that. Indeed, spilling out of the red mess and gleaming bone of her were her torn and bloodied entrails, her womb torn out of her with vicious jealousy in mind. Kadaj had, for whatever obscene reasons of his own, carved her face cleanly off and draped it over where her pubis had been. The baby had destroyed her with utter, gleeful abandon, and Yazoo did not kid himself to think that Kadaj had done it quickly…
His eyes lit on the wall behind her and he saw one word written in her blood, the script graceful and cautious—Kadaj was as vain and single-minded with his calligraphy as he was with everything. Mine, it read, over and over down the walls, a flood of possession written in the life of one who had dared come between Kadaj and his brother.
The loss hit him suddenly, loss and anger that even this Kadaj would take, something that had less than nothing to do with him. Yazoo felt the baby’s possessiveness like a smothering blanket, claiming everything.
He crouched on the floor with his fists pressed tightly to his mouth in sudden rage he dared not let leak through. He wasn’t sure how long he crouched there, rocking, only realized that Loz was suddenly before him, picking him up to cradle him in strong arms.
“Ugh, what a mess,” Loz rumbled, glancing around the room in disgust. He shifted Yazoo up against his chest and carried him downstairs without pausing to be sure it was clear.
Yazoo shuddered, swallowing his reactions back, reeling in that sudden resentment back behind the wall where it belonged—own nothing, have nothing, feel nothing…
“Kadaj sent me,” Loz said, concerned, plopping Yazoo down on the seat of his bike and roughly stroking his hair. His jade eyes narrowed a bit and he added cryptically, “He told me where you’d be—but I couldn’t feel you, Yazoo…”
Yazoo blanked his face into a mask, smooth and slightly bored, revealing nothing. Kadaj had come to him with the blood of his lovers—and Yazoo’s own lover—on his hands, had demanded proof of love, had allowed Yazoo to find this awful temple of destruction, this horrific shrine to Kadaj’s jealousy. Yazoo would never give the baby the satisfaction of seeing how much he’d been wounded by this. For Kadaj, this was just another game. The baby had forced himself to grow up, but he was just a baby still, and Yazoo would not allow himself to be upended by a child.
“Yazoo,” Loz said, tears forming in his eyes, hurting for his brother.
“Hush, Loz,” Yazoo soothed, his voice smooth and toneless, his eyes distant. “It’s nothing…it’s nothing…”
“Koishii did not mean to hurt you—”
“He did,” Yazoo softly said, and looked up at his brother, his face full of the calm, reserved acceptance of a saint. “He meant to hurt me.”
“He’s just a baby,” Loz sobbed, crushed by his brother’s words and bewildered by Kadaj’s actions. “He doesn’t understand.”
“He understands now, Loz,” Yazoo whispered, thinking of all those bodies, the men and women who had taught his little Kadaj to kiss and paid for it with their lives.
Loz touched his cheek, frightened by the emptiness he saw in his brother’s face, his lower lip trembling a little in sympathy.
“Let’s go back,” Yazoo sighed, shifting to straddle his bike.
“Yazoo…” Loz said, utterly lost.
“It’s alright, Loz,” Yazoo said, pressing a reassuring kiss to the hand on his face. “Let’s go.”
Loz gave a short nod and unhappily mounted his bike, following Yazoo back to the inn.
The baby was outside when they returned, stuffing the last of their things into the compartments of his bike. His feline eyes flicked over his returning brothers and he smirked, pleased.
“Where’ve you been, Yazoo?” he teased, a smile playing on his girlish lips. He waltzed over to his brother, all of his newly discovered seduction skills showing in his movements.
Yazoo closed himself up tight, shutting out the baby who had always had such unhindered, abandoned access to his heart and soul.
“What’s wrong?” Kadaj laughed, gazing at his brother from the tops of his eyes, his head tilted down. Through that smug assurance Yazoo could see the uncertainty in Kadaj’s jade eyes, could see the monster that had driven his baby to obliterate what he considered a rival for Yazoo’s affection. An ego as monstrous as Sephiroth’s had been.
‘He’s just a baby,’ Yazoo reminded himself, trying desperately to believe it. But he could not complete the thought as he always had before. Kadaj had baptized himself in blood and sex—that loss of innocence could only be regretted, but never restored.
He shuttered his eyes, maintaining an appearance of boredom, aloof as Kadaj searched his face with the faintest glimmers of alarm in his feline eyes.
“What are you thinking?” the baby demanded, staring him in the eyes, so close Yazoo could feel his hot breath on his lips.
“Why should I tell you?” Yazoo mildly asked, cocking his head a little. “They’re my thoughts. Am I allowed nothing of my own?”
“Just me,” Kadaj hissed. “Only me!”
Yazoo lifted one silver eyebrow, gracing Kadaj with a skeptical look.
“Why do you think I killed them, brother?” Kadaj asked, and was suddenly flush against him, kissing him hard. Yazoo kissed him from reflex, tongue teasing the baby’s until the other pulled back with a low, frustrated moan. His jade eyes were shadowed with madness and a desperate need for Yazoo to understand. In a throaty whisper he confessed, “Because you shouldn’t have to share either…”
Yazoo softened, tenderly stroking the baby’s face while Kadaj trembled, so fragile in his embrace.
“Do you love me still?” the baby asked, his voice wavering.
‘He’s just a baby,’ Yazoo thought, looking at his downcast little face.
“Of course I love you, koishii,” he sighed, hugging Kadaj. “I love you best of all.”
Kadaj clung tightly to him for a moment and then pulled away, hitting Loz up for a hug on his way to his bike. He mounted and paused there, rummaging in his pack for a second before pulling forth a cut-glass bottle full of some sluggish oil. The baby dabbed it on his pulse-points, a scent that wafted back to his older brothers.
“You smell good, koishii,” Loz complimented, pleased that all was well between them again, beaming with his happiness.
Kadaj looked at Yazoo over one slim shoulder, his smile impish and cruel as a child’s will be.
“It’s a pleasant scent, isn’t it, Yazoo?” he inquired, smirking, seeking to wound.
Yazoo revealed nothing as his lover’s perfume drifted from the warmth of the baby’s body. He gave Kadaj a sphinx-like smile, eyes distant and bored, and murmured, “Yes, Kadaj, very pleasant indeed.”
They rode away from that town, Yazoo riding in the wake of that spicy-sweet scent, his eyes focused on the baby’s slim body, the taste of Kadaj’s sweet lips and tongue in his mouth.
And Yazoo finally understood.
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Date: 2008-12-08 12:39 am (UTC)I'm glad you posted it over here on LJ and I'm looking forward to rereading Beginning of the End next... *bounces in excitement, but not in a Kadaj-like way*
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Date: 2010-01-14 08:57 pm (UTC)But I just read the FF..
And totally loved it..
Although.. Kadaj was really, really, creepy < _ <''
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Date: 2010-01-19 04:02 pm (UTC)