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Legacy of the Lifestream	By : butabara Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 2387 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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A.N. WARNING! This chapter contains descriptions of somewhat graphic torture. Unfortunately, it is quite pivotal to the plot, so if you'd rather skip it, you need to let me know so that I can catch you up and make sure you're not missing anything. For those of you with stomachs of steel, read ahead and PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE tell me what you think? I've never written anything like this all by myself before, so I am desperate for input! Enjoy and R&R! PLEASE!
Chapter 32: Remnant's Redemption
Yazoo's breath hissed through his teeth, the Remnant already planning the most painful, intense training session he could possibly imagine, his mind smirking wickedly at the thought of subjecting Harmony to the torment.
His fear was not exactly the same as his younger brother's. He was not afraid that Cissnei would leave him... They'd already had that discussion. No, he knew that she would force him to read the files that his father had left behind. Not only that, but she seemed to know something that she shouldn't.
It occurred to him that Cissnei knew why he needed her to hurt him... and damn if she wouldn't want to talk about it.
That conversation would bring up memories that he had buried so deep... he wasn't even sure if they had ever really happened at all.
However, he thought to himself as he heard a hiss behind him that signaled the door opening, it appeared that his right to say 'No'... no longer existed.
He desperately wished that he could close his eyes when Cissnei walked around his frozen body and stared at him.
He waited, knowing that she would probably start with a 'You should read the files, if I have to stand here and hold them in front of your face' but instead, she shocked him.
"Do you trust me?" She asked in a gentle voice.
Yazoo felt his heart shudder at those words.
"If I dispel this, you're to stay where you are. This isn't funny anymore." She paused for a moment to let her words sink in, and then lifted the very materia that Harmony had used and muttering a soft "Dispel."
Yazoo dropped to one knee, gasping as he regained control over weakened muscles.
He expected Cissnei to drop next to him, to ensure that he was alright, and so when she didn't, it only made her previous question that much more ominous. Still... Cissnei had proven time and time again that she would not do anything that he absolutely would not be comfortable with.
"I trust you." He whispered to her back, watching her type something into the control pad. He heard a metallic 'CLANG!' as the inner locks on the glass door slammed into place, the shutters once again lowering over the glass.
Ominous. The only reason to activate the inner locking mechanism... would be to insure the room was sound-proofed.
Once the shutters were in place, pixels fragmented from nothing, falling in place to create what resembled the interrogation room in Cosmo Canyon. His eyes widened at the sight of many chains and ropes hanging from heavy bolts in the ceiling.
He gulped, choking back a pitiful whimper when Cissnei walked toward him, her own face mirroring his anxiety, and yet darkened with intense determination as she grasped his hands, leading him to the chain hanging only a few feet from the wall.
"What are you doing?" He whispered when she clamped the attached manacles to his wrists.
"Giving you what you want." Cissnei answered, her voice strained. Yazoo's eyes went wide when she pulled on the chain, lifting his arms above his head until the only way he could touch the ground was to stand on his toes.
"You can't hope to lift me..." He said, knowing what she was up to.
"I have a counter-weight, and I don't need to lift you, yet." She said.
She clarified that statement by walking to the table that had formed behind her and retrieving a pair of gleaming, silver scissors, returning to him and neatly and efficiently cutting every ounce of clothing from his body, including his rather expensive leather boots.
Once finished with her chore, she sidestepped to the wall, hitting a button that dropped a heavy anchor from the ceiling, the attached chain dragging Yazoo's body higher to dangle from the chain.
"If you try to pull away from me – and I know you could flip and climb up that chain like it's nothing – I'll shackle your feet to the floor. Got it?" Cissnei nearly purred.
Yazoo gulped and nodded, slowly.
"Good. Now. I know that you get off on pain. I know that you were conditioned to do so. But this isn't like that. I'm going to give you the punishment that you so desperately want. If, for even one second, I think that you are enjoying yourself, I'm going to break something. I'll start with your toes and work my way up. Understood?"
Again, Yazoo nodded, his eyes wide. This was a side of Cissnei that he never would have imagined existed.
With a nod of her own, accepting that Yazoo understood the conditions and how serious she was, Cissnei stepped behind his swinging body, retrieving the thin whip that hung on the wall. She carefully turned Yazoo's body to face the wall before sliding a chair behind him. Lifting his legs and forcing him to bend his knees, she made him rest his feet on the chair, arches turned up.
She then began part one of her plan. Mental Breakdown.
"You, Yazoo Kobayashi, have admitted to various crimes against ShinRa. Seven years ago, you admitted to the capture and torture of two Turks: Tseng Kambashii and Elena Sazo. These people were my comrades. My brethren. You nearly killed them. Is this untrue in any way?" She asked, watching chills erupt over his naked flesh as she forced him to remember those moments.
"No. Its all true." He whispered. At this, she snapped the many-tailed whip lightly against his backside, subtly showing him what would happen, should he fail to please her with his answers.
"One word answers only, unless I specify otherwise. Understood?"
Yazoo grit his teeth at the feather soft caress to his skin, trying not to become aroused at the mental image that assaulted him. "Yes."
Cissnei bit her lip in an attempt to stave off the tears. She had to do this. He needed this. He wanted punishment. He wanted forgiveness... but would not accept it until he felt his price was paid.
"Then endure." She said, her voice cracking on a sob as she brought the tailed whip down as hard as she could upon the vulnerable underside of Yazoo's foot.
Yazoo flinched and bit his lip, his toes curling at the stinging pain. He grit his teeth hard enough that it hurt, counting over twenty lashes before she stopped. He let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding, his shoulders falling with his near-sob.
Cissnei could not show him mercy, as badly as she wanted to wrap that red, blistered foot with a cold bandage. Instead, she clawed her fingertips, gouging at his heel and dragging her nails across the tender skin, cringing at his cut-off curse before forcing that foot off of the chair to dangle, the blood rushing to the appendage and causing it to swell and burn even more. She then started in on the other foot, this time earning herself a small moan of what she knew was not pleasure. She glanced around her lover's body, pleased to find that he showed no evidence of arousal.
"How does it feel?" She breathed against his back after she'd dropped his other foot to dangle with the first.
Yazoo knew that she knew it hurt, and he knew that she wanted him to admit it. "It hurts." He ground out, feeling the warm trickle as blood dripped between his toes.
"Good." Cissnei said, swallowing thickly. She then moved the chair that his feet had been resting on, giving herself more room to work. "Then this is going to suck for you."
Raising her hand, she brought the now-bloody whip down against Yazoo's calves, making sure to twist her wrist in such a way that made it impossible for the flesh to escape even one beaded tail. Keeping the level of force consistent, she struck and lashed at his body, starting at his bleeding feet and moving up the backs of his legs, raw, split skin being left in her wake. When she reached the base of his spine, she got what she was after. Yazoo gave a muted cry, throwing his head back and arching away from the savage blow.
However, this proved to be a problem as his hair blocked most of the skin on his back, protecting the flesh from the cuts and slashes she meant to give him.
A thought struck her and she blanched. 'Could I really do it?' She asked herself. She shook her head. 'I can, and I have to. He might be angry at first... but he needs this.'With a determined growl, she shoved past him, gripping the large knife from the indentation on the wall before him.
He gasped. "What are you doing?"
She slammed the grip into his side, trying not to sob as he reflexively cringed and his body tried to curl up. "Shut up. I'm getting your hair out of the way."
"No!" He hissed, struggling against his bonds. He gripped the chain he was hanging from and tried to flip himself upside down. Her little game was going too far.
"I fucking told you not to try that!" She screamed in rage and anguish, hurriedly retrieving her materia set, she cast a quick paralyze on him, quickly grabbing his slippery feet and attaching the shackles onto his ankles, securing them to the floor.
Still, he struggled against his bonds as soon as the spell was released, pulling with all of his strength and trying to snap the chains.
"Those are ShinRa issue... specifically reinforced to hold the first class SOLDIERS... Including Sephiroth." She said, stepping behind him and taking up the knife again. With a deep breath, despair painting her features, she gripped a fistful of his silver hair, slashing with the knife and hearing his breath leave him in shudder as he watched it fall to the floor between his bound legs.
Again, she grabbed a handful of silk, and again, it fell to the floor. Over and over, until his hair fell in uneven and ratty chunks just at his shoulders. Her emotional strength failed when her sight focused on the muscles of his back.
He was shaking.
Trying desperately to hide her sniffle, she lay the knife on the table behind her, the Turk in her already cataloging the weapons and devices lining the walls, deciding on what to use next. She settled on a pressurized hose, knowing the water would be blisteringly cold.
"The other day, you spoke of an experiment that you were subjected to. You said that you were forced to rape four women. Is this true?" She said, steeling her self in preparation of his answer.
"Yes!" He hissed out, rage tingling at his senses and threatening to overpower his anguish and pain.
Cissnei turned the valve and then quickly shut it off, letting the high-pressure water sting against the back of Yazoo's neck for a split second.
"And how did it feel? Was it good? Did you enjoy the way they screamed, begged for mercy? Did you come?" She pressed.
For a moment, just a breath, she could have sworn she heard a sob from the man hanging in front of her. Once more, she turned the valve and replaced it.
"Answer me!" She shrieked.
"Yes!" He sobbed, his weakness quickly giving way to anger and he raged at her. "Yes, I came! It was good, and at the time, I loved that they screamed for me! I wanted them to scream more! I wanted them to beg me to stop! And then when it was over, I hated myself! I hated myself and ShinRa! I can't count the number of times they raped me, and it may as well have started with that!"
With a sob of her own, Cissnei released the valve, swinging the hose left and right, up and down and diagonal to cover every inch of Yazoo's split and bleeding skin.
Yazoo let a cry slip through gritted teeth at the harsh sting against his torn skin, his body betraying him as he thrashed, reflexively trying to get away.
"How many times did they beg you to stop? How loudly did they scream?" Cissnei growled, her voice ragged. "Answer fast, Remnant! I'm not stopping until you scream just like they did!" Reaching down, she adjusted the valve to its highest point, focusing the pressure on his shredded feet.
The action gave her the affect she was looking for.
Yazoo's body contorted, the chains creaking as they were pulled tightly, and his shocked cry of pain echoing off of the walls.
She shut the water off and threw the hose aside, reaching out and slowly turning him to face her, forcing his legs to cross and holding him there.
His eyes were glazed over, the pain he was feeling evident in his gaze.
"Do you think you deserve this?" She asked, her voice gentle and deceptively soothing.
Yazoo hung his head, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood before answering the affirmative.
"Do you think you've had enough? Do you think you've been punished for your sins?" At the tone of her voice, Yazoo's head jerked up. She sounded like she was...
Crying... she was crying. As if this hurt her much more than it hurt him.
"You don't want to do this!" He cried angrily. "Why would you do this if it hurts you so much! I'm not worth your pain, Cissnei!" His face fell, his features portraying the deepest devastation that Cissnei had ever seen.
It made her angry. Abandoning all of the multiple tools of torture for her bare fists, she swung at him. "Stop telling me you're not worth it! What do I have to do to show you that you are? " She screamed at him. "Dammit Yazoo! I love you! You think you're such a bad person. You think that you deserve to be beaten and tortured and tormented!" She punctuated each word with a hard jab to his ribs and abdomen, fortunately unable to reach his face.
"I do!" He coughed, gasping for breath at her vicious stabs at his stomach. "I deserve every bit of this pain and more! You don't! They drugged me, they beat me, they stuck me full of needles, mutated my body, twisted my mind until I didn't know who I was anymore and forced me to kill, to rape and torture and twist and break for their sick, sadistic entertainment! And..." He trailed off, choking on a sob, his eyes wide as he stared at the dark bruises forming on his body.
"And... it wasn't my fault!" He shouted.
Cissnei found the strength to smile through her tears, confusing Yazoo. Upon seeing his expression, she clarified. "There you go, Yaz. That's what you needed to realize. You don't need my forgiveness. You need your own."
Yazoo started at her for a moment before speaking, his voice harsh. "Let me down."
"You won't be able to stand. You'll fall." Cissnei warned.
"I know. Please... just let me down." He whispered. Cissnei nodded, raising her hand and casting Ice on the chain above him, before gripping it and yanking down, hard. The chain snapped, Yazoo's body collapsing to the floor in a bloody heap. Cissnei could hear his ragged breathing, the Remnant muttering to himself, and it broke her heart when she could finally understand the murmured prayer.
"It wasn't my fault... It wasn't my fault... I didn't ask for it... I didn't want to do it..." He sobbed.
Cissnei sighed and dropped to her knees, gathering him into her arms as best she could and holding him to her tightly.
"Shh, baby." She crooned. "I know. And now you do, too."
Yazoo lifted a numb arm, his muscles chaking and not quite willing to cooperate s he tangled his fingers into her blouse, wet with his blood.
After long moments of harsh sobs and choked breaths, Cissnei untangled Yazoo's fingers from her clothes, standing and hitting the control button, changing the scene to the previously chosen secondary program. The pixels fell into place to create a pretty spring, steam rising from the not-quite-holographic water. Opening the supply closet, she removed a stack of towels, and a metal bucket, dipping the bucket into the hot water and returning to Yazoo's side.
"I have a cure materia, but if I don't clean this first, it you get ugly." She said, gently encouraging Yazoo to lay on his stomach. He rolled with a hiss of pain, making Cissnei cringe when she saw the clumps of hair sticking into the wounds. "I'm sorry I cut your hair." She whispered.
Yazoo grit his teeth. "So am I... but I understand why you did. It'll grow back."
Cissnei nodded, lip trembling as she soaked a towel and began softly scrubbing the crusted blood from his skin, angry at herself for causing this much damage.
This could take a while.
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Yazoo fidgeted at Harmony's door, knocking and waiting anxiously for the witch to answer. He felt naked without his glorious silver locks to hide his face and neck.
When she opened the door, he took her shocked gasp with a slight cringe. "Do I really look that bad?" He asked.
"She... she cut your hair... Oh, Gods Yazoo! I didn't think-" Harmony stuttered.
"Stop." He held up his hand. "I actually came here to thank you. You helped to give me what I didn't even know I so desperately needed."
Harmony nodded shakily. "I... I'm sorry, though. I knew the basics of what she was planning... but I had no idea she meant to go that far."
Yazoo shook his head. "No, don't apologize. I understand."
Harmony dropped her head, staring at her toes. "At least let me fix your hair?"
He grunted, and Harmony took that as consent. She grabbed his hand and dragged him into the room. Kadaj jumped to his feet with a gasp when he saw how pale his brother was, and his enhanced sight caught the bandages wrapped around his ribs before settling on his hair.
"Oh, Hell." He ground out. "You okay?"
"Yeah. I... I will be. Harmony's offered to fix my hair. Hope I'm not intruding." Yazoo answered, glad his brother wasn't going to make a scene.
Kadaj just nodded, understanding, and Harmony once again dragged Yazoo away, forcing him to sit on the small stool at her vanity desk.
"Uh..." Started Yazoo, "If at all possible... try not to take much more length off."
Harmony only giggled. "I'm not going to use the scissors, yet. You can thank Sassi for opening me up to this idea." With that, she settled her hands on his scalp, gently kneading the flesh and whispering under her breath. Yazoo started when his scalp began to itch and soon, he could feel the tips of his hair hanging against his waist, much longer than it was before.
"What was that?" He asked.
"Its a spell from my world. Normally, we use it to coax late-blooming plants to grow, but Sassi actually used it on her own hair, as you saw. How do you feel?" She answered. Yazoo caught Kadaj's smile as the Remnant watched the witch he loved reconnect with her Earthly heritage.
"Like I'm finally back." He chuckled. "It was odd, I felt naked. Though I suppose that at the moment, that was how she intended it to feel."
Harmony flinched and changed the subject. "Okay, I'm using the scissors, now. How much do you want me to take off?"
Yazoo thought a moment before answering. "Can you just even it out on the bottom and make the front look like it did before?"
Harmony nodded. "Sure. It'll only take a few minutes."
In less time than that, Harmony had corrected the ragged edges of his hair, and given him his trademark layers. Yazoo stared at himself in the mirror. He was back to himself... though he had to admit that he really liked the extra length. Just enough change, without being too much. He felt like he could start over.
"Thank you, Hari. I mean it. For everything." He said.
She smiled, walking over and sitting next to Kadaj on the bed. "If you need to talk..."
"I know. Thanks again... Right now, the one I need to talk to is sitting in our room, feeling horrible about herself. I'm going to go and get her, and immerse her in work. Sukai's parents gave us all those documents, so we have no need to go to Nibelheim... they did our work for us. I figure if I give her something positive to our mission to focus her hate on, she'll get over it."
Harmony smiled. Finally. Now all she had to do was find out what Sassi was hiding, and find out what was so important to Sukai that she let Kadaj and her out of a very intricately-laid prank.
Should be easy. Right.
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