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Elenna (Ah, I´m sorry to have disappointed you... :( May I ask why do you think it shouldn´t have been Sephiroth? I hope I haven´t spoiled the entire story fo you now!)

Ainaloth (I bet it was something naughty and hot XD But we´ll see a little later;) Glad you liked it!)

Murtaghgirl (Oh, thank you very much for the compliment! I think its wonderful that you have a hate/love- relationsship with my story, those are strong emotions and I´m happy that my writing has invoked them in you! Mh... What do you mean by 'make Loz nicer'? Towards Kadaj or in general? I´ll see what I can do for you;) I hope you´ll like the new chapter too!)

bela (Thank you, I´m glad you like it! I hope you like the next chapter too!)

for reviewing! And sorry it took me so long with updating, somehow I just forgot this one about my other stories and uni... ^^

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5

Loz was starving. Impatiently he shouted at the brat to hurry goddamnit! He hadn´t had a decent meal for god knows how long and his stomach seemed to explode! He just hoped Yazoo was up to give them something…


Kadaj was panting next to him, his short legs weren´t fast enough to keep tracks with his older brother.

But the prospects of getting something to eat made him run even a little faster. Since they didn´t get any money from the general they couldn´t buy something at school and he already felt a little dizzy from the lack of food.

Finally they arrived at their house and Loz pushed the heavy door open with his foot. Kadaj slipped inside before it could fall back and went straight to the kitchen.

“Hey, wait!”

Loz tried to catch him but Kadaj was already through the door. Loz growled. That was so typical. Egoistical little bastard. HE was the oldest and therefore should get his food first!

Mumbling obscenities, he burst into the room and was greeted with a calm “Hello Loz.”
His angry expression vanished and he looked relieved and happy at his second youngest brother who sat at the table and already had been claimed by Kadaj, who hugged him tightly and told him in a constant stream just how much he loved him.

Loz walked towards them with long strides and pulled Kadaj away from Yazoo “Oi, brat you´re suffocating him!” Kadaj snarled at the interrupter but let loose.

From a save distanced he asked Yazoo “You ok?” and studied his beloved brother critically, but there were no wounds. Which didn´t say anything about his true condition.
Yazoo gave him a small smile and lightly stroked over the boys hair. “I´m fine. How are you?”

Kadaj´s eyes narrowed slightly. In his opinion, his brother´s carefreeness seemed a little strange, if not forced. But then if he didn´t want to talk about it… Honestly, he was glad that Yazoo wasn´t angry with him.

“I´m ok, too.” he stated cheerfully, but then hold his stomach and added. “But I guess I could need something to eat…”

Yazoo leaned over to his little brother. “Well, then let´s see what we have, mh?”

He rose from his chair and pulled out a key from the pocket of his black pants. Kadaj stood directly behind him, but was pushed aside by Loz who gave a triumphant smirk.

“Very mature Loz…” Yazoo scolded over his shoulder while he opened the fridge. Kadaj shot the oldest a spiteful look, rose from the cold floor and stuck out his tongue at Loz.

“I´ll make spaghetti, so why don´t you two just sit down and stop behaving like some kindergarten children for once.” Yazoo had risen an elegant eyebrow at the two and stopped putting out things from the fridge.

“But he started it…” Loz pouted, but sat down obediently. Kadaj grabbed his school bag from the floor and put it to the side. “Hey Yazzy, may I help you?”

“You could put out the dishes.” Yazoo faintly smiled at the boy´s enthusiasm, then flipped his long silver hair back and started to cut some tomatoes.

“How was school today?”

“Aww, boring as usual.” Loz leaned back and stretched his legs.

“I´m in the actors club now,” Kadaj stated proudly and placed three glasses on the table.

“Sounds nice.” The middle child put the spaghettis into the boiling water and turned around.

“Oh, the others in the group are stupid but Miss Scarlet is leading it. She´s nice, maybe it´ll be fun.” Kadaj shrugged and sat down too.

“Uh.. Little Kadaj´s having a crush on his teacher…” Loz mocked and the boy blushed “.´m not!”

The oldest smirked and gave him an ´I know better´- look, which made the boy even more furious. “Shut up! Yaz, he´s teasing me!”

“Ow, go and run to mommy.” Loz´ grin grew wider but vanished when Yazoo stated into his direction. “If I was you I would stop it. That is, if you want something to eat…”

“Hey, why are you always siding with him!”

Kadaj sat in front of the oldest and grinned with satisfaction. “Because he loves me soooooooo much more.”

A barely audible sigh from the other side of the kitchen was heard and Yazoo came to the table with a big pot of noodles with tomato sauce. His brothers greedily started eating and stuffed their faces with spaghetti.

“Did anyone ask about me?” Yazoo slowly swirled some noodles around his fork and watched them falling back on his plate.

Loz stopped eating for a moment and looked up. “Mister Tseng asked but I told him you didn´t feel well today…?” he managed through a full mouth.

“Good, thank you.” Yazoo gave him a reassuring smile and the big guy proudly straightened a little.

They ate in silence for a while until Yazoo stopped to pick at his foot and pushed the plate away from him.

“Are you not hungry?” Kadaj put his last noodles into his mouth and frowned at the untouched food.

“No, not that much.” Yazoo smiled at him again and grabbed for his plate. “You want some more?”

“No, thanks, I´m full.” The boy sighed and leaned back to open his upper button.

“Good, then it´s more for me…” the oldest mumbled and smashed another huge portion onto his plate.

“One day you´ll just burst…” Kadaj smirked at his brothers dead glare, but was to lazy to go on.

“Any homework?” This question was addressed at Loz, who squirmed, but finally admitted that there was indeed a LOT of homework.

After the oldest had finished -and even eaten Yazoo´s portion- they cleaned the table, Kadaj washed the dishes and the other two sat down together at the kitchen table to do some algebra.

Or rather: Yazoo did the homework and Loz tried to copy it inconspicuously. Unfortunatly his brother had very good eyes and little mercy. “Loz. What do you think is the purpose of doing homework?”

“Dunno. Torturing poor Loz?”

Yazoo raised an eyebrow and stopped writing numbers on his paper, facing a sweating Loz.

“Well. No. Try again.”

Loz moaned and made puppy eyes but Yazoo remained strict.

“It is for me to learn something and to repeat what we learned at school and to improve my skills…” he finally mumbled.

“Right. I would appreciate it if you could keep your eyes on your paper.”

Loz crossed his arms in defense and whined. “You´re easy talking, you know everything anyway.”

Yazoo looked up from his calculator again. “What do you think how I get my knowledge? It doesn´t come flying to me.”

“Yeah, but Loz´s naturally dumb, so I doubt anything will ‘improve’ his nonexistent skills…” Kadaj chuckled from behind and ducked when a pencil came flying at him.
Yazoo sighed, shook his head lightly and continued with his homework. They were silent for a while again, only the noise of the dishes the youngest put away filling the kitchen.

Loz chewed at the end of his second pencil and tried very hard to solve the problem, really, but it was just SO difficult… He side-glanced at his younger brothers papers again and frowned. Yazoo had stopped to write numbers und just stared absently at the pages of his books.

“Yazoo?” the oldest asked gently, but there was no reaction. Kadaj had finished the cleaning and came back to the table. “What´s wrong?”

Loz shrugged in confusion and motioned with his head to Yazoo.

The youngest brother narrowed his eyes and watched his sibling who was still out of reality. With one hand he reached out and shook his shoulders. “Yazoo, everything ok-”

“Don´t touch me!” His hand was brutally slapped away and the boy made a step back in surprise.

Loz and he gaped with open mouths at their brother who still had his hand raised and glared at Kadaj. Then he seemed to realize what he had done and let it slowly sink down back into his lap.

Kadaj gulped and held his hurting hand behind his back.

For a moment there was an uncomfortable silence until Loz cleared his throat. “Yaz, you ok? You look a little…pale…”

“I´m… I´m fine. Just… a little tired. Excuse me please.” With that he stood from the table and quickly left the room, avoiding any eye contact.

His brothers watched him with worried expressions and Kadaj was about to follow him, when a strong hand hold him back.

“Leave him alone…” Loz murmured without looking at him and the boy for once obeyed his order, which appeared to be more like a plea.

Shaking, he sat down on a stool and wrapped his arms around his legs. “It´s all my fault…”

Loz didn´t say anything, just shook his head a bit and blinked away some upcoming tears. Then he cleared his throat again and managed in a more or less steady voice. “Oi, brat, since you´re such a genius- what about that?”

Kadaj just stared at him blankly for a second, then he forced a smirk on his face and rolled his eyes. “Well, big baby, you have to…”

*

Two hours had passed since their little ´incident´. Kadaj had just finished doing the laundry and Loz was off doing god knows what. The boy carried a basket full of washed clothes up the stairs and into his father´s floor. Grunting, he sat his burden down in front of Sephiroth´s bed room and took a deep breath. With the sleeve of his shirt he wiped away some sweat from his forehead and leaned heavily against the door.

That was it. At least for today.

Still trying to catch his breath he looked down at the neatly folded bedsheets and uniforms.

Suddenly he remembered the first time he had to do the washing. Since he´d never done it before and hadn´t gotten any instructions how to do it -except for “Wash it.”- he had, of course, failed and ruined a full set of Sephiroth´s beloved uniforms. He hadn´t even noticed it, the clothes had been clean, much to his relieve, and they still were black.

Kadaj had even been a little proud of himself since he had completed the task without mistakes and thought for doing it the first time he had succeeded with bravura. That was, until a very pissed general in a suddenly somehow very small uniform had crushed him into the next wall and introduced him to his whip.

Kadaj whinced at the memory. He hadn´t been able to sit for nearly three days…
Snarling, the boy shot a last look at the basket and pushed himself away from the wall. Slowly he walked back down the corridor. His father could come home every minute and he had no intention to meet him up here. Besides, there was still is own homework waiting for him…

Walking a tad faster he reached the stairs, when he stopped and let his gaze wander to his brothers closed bedroom door.

He hadn´t seen him for the rest of the day and Loz had assured him that Yazoo was alright, but then Loz had no clue anyway… It wouldn´t hurt to knock on the door and see for himself, would it?

The boy swiftly approached the door and gently knocked at it.

“Yazoo? It´s me, Kadaj. I just wanted to ask if you´re alright?” He waited for a minute but no answer came. He knocked again, a little louder this time but there was no reaction at all. Concerned Kadaj pressed an ear against the heavy wooden door but there was no sound.

Chewing his lip, he thought of what to do now and finally opened it. “Hey, I´m coming in, ok?”

Carefully he peeked into the room and stepped into it when he found it empty.

“Yazoo?” Frowning, the boy looked around the semi dark room. Hadn´t his brother announced that he had been tired? But the bed was left untouched…

Kadaj had the unpleasant feeling that something was wrong, but he neither did know what exactly was out of place nor what he should do about it. So he stood in the center of the silent room and watched the red sun going down and filling the chamber with dim orange light.

From here he noticed the birds singing outside in the garden, something he couldn´t hear from his cellar prison. The only companions they had down there were some ugly, really BIG rats with disgustingly long tails, and no matter how many traps they laid out there didn´t seem to be less of them.

Following a sudden urge, Kadaj marched to the window and angrily closed it.

It just wasn´t fair.

He leaned his head against the cool glass and tried to calm down, when he heard a noise from the bathroom. Abruptly he forced his head into the direction of the sound and walked towards the room. The door was closed, but there was no doubt. He could hear the sound of running water.

“Yazoo? Are you in there?” The youngest rapped at the door again. At first he felt relieved that he finally had found his brother but when he didn´t get an answer, he became angry. “You know it would be really nice if you could for ONCE just say something!”

Unnerved he jerked open the door without bothering to ask for permission and pressed his hands against his hips. He hated to be ignored!

His anger was gone when he entered the nearly pitch black room and again had the feeling that something was wrong. “Yazoo?”

With one hand he searched for the switch and suddenly the room was enlightened. “Why the heck are you showering in complete darkness?!”

Yazoo sat on the ground, naked with his arms wrapped around his bend legs, his head tilted and leaning against the tiled wall and he blankly stared into nothingness. A constant stream of water came from the shower and ran down the youth´s slim body. He didn´t seem to notice Kadaj´s presence since there still was no reaction.

“Yazoo? Are… are you ok?” The youngest made an unsure step forward towards the shower.
Slowly the other rolled his head, so that he faced Kadaj, but his eyes were still empty.

“Say something goddamnit!” Curling his hands into fists he made another step. He had no idea what to do and wished he hadn´t come here…

Yazoo just blinked lazily, rolled his head back and continued to stare at the opposite wall.

Kadaj clenched his teeth and suppressed the urge to just pounce at his brother and shake him until he was back to normal.

It was all his fault.

No, not his – the generals!

He was doing this things to his brother and he was responsible for everything! The boy could feel the anger heating his face and growled. Yes, it was his fault and he would kill him, but not too soon. He would torture him first, just like his father had tortured him and his brothers, he would…

“What is going on here.”

Hearing the aforementioned general´s voice made the boy´s blood run cold. In an instant the rage had dissipated, together with all his plans for revenge. Wide eyed and tense Kadaj just stood there, opening his mouth to explain himself but no tone came out.

“I asked you what is going on.” The generals voice pierced through his head and had become even icier than the day before.

One of the first rules Kadaj had learned was, that it was absolutely forbidden for him and Loz to be in Yazoos rooms. If he didn´t find a very good explanation for his presence he was most likely dead within the next ten minutes.

So his brain worked frantically to make up a good excuse while his tongue wet his lips and he gulped. “I…I´m sorry…I” he finally managed with a shaking voice.

“What are you doing here?”

Kadaj didn´t dare to turn around and face the general but he could feel him coming nearer anyway.

“I was… worried about Yazoo and… and just wanted to see if he… was alright.” The boy trembled visibly and looked at his brother for support but there was no help to be expected from him.

The middle child just watched the water running down the wall and ignored everything else.

“I see…” Sephiroth had directly stopped behind his youngest child and eyed him as if he was a slimy, little insect.

“Out.”

Kadaj blinked in total confusion. He wasn´t going to be punished? Not pondering too long about this he stormed out of the room before the general could change his mind.
Sephiroth watched the boy stumbling out of the room with a raised eyebrow, then he turned his attention to the boy in the shower.

He approached Yazoo and looked down at the youth, who until now hadn´t acknowledged his presence. Slowly the general held out a hand under the water and frowned slightly.

“You know, you don´t have to shower with cold water. I allowed you to use warm water.”

With the other hand he turned off the shower and crouched down so he was eye-level with his protege. Yazoo sat still and looked to the ground. Gently grabbing his chin, Sephiroth forced his head to turn around and meet his gaze.

“You don´t want to catch a cold, do you?”

There was silence for a moment. “No, I don´t want that.”

“Good.” With a satisfied smile, the general let go. “Now then, be a good boy and get dressed. I will wait for you in the dining room. There´s something I´d like to give to my kitten…”

Head tilted to the side, he stroke over the youth´s wet hair, then stood up and with a last glance left the bathroom.

Yazoo sat there a few seconds longer, before standing on shaking legs and grabbing for a towel.

*

“Before we start with the test I´d like to introduce you to your new classmate.”

Loz growled deep in his throat. Really, all he wanted was to finally get that stupid math test done as best as he could and then probably find some corner to cry and everything that stood between him and his relief was less than welcome. He peered at his brother who sat two seats left from him in a relaxed manner as if there was nothing to fear… Of course he wasn´t afraid of the test, or of any test, to begin with. Frustrated, Loz glared back at Mr. Tseng who already held the questionnaire in his right hand, when the door opened and his world went still for a moment.

A girl entered.

But it wasn´t just a girl. It was the girl with the biggest boobs he had ever seen in his entire life! And he had seen MANY girls… Not in reality, of course, but this chick could easily keep up with his magazine babes.

The girl wore a gentle smile and had very dark, chocolate eyes. Her long brown hair was drawn into a ponytail and she was dressed in the usual school uniform, which stretched over her breasts and seemed to burst open every second…

Someone poked at is rips and he whinced.

“Stop drooling, will ya?” His best buddy Rude murmured, an amused gleam in his eyes, which could scarcely be seen behind his ever present sunglasses he even wore at school.
Loz shut his mouth and quickly looked back at the teacher and his new classmate.

“Hi, my name´s Tifa. I´m 16 years old and just came here a week ago. Nice to meet you.”
Oh, here voice was so sweet…

“Welcome Tifa. We are about to write a class test today, but since you are new just try to do it so I can see where you might have to catch up with the others.”

Tifa smiled and bowed.

“Well then, take a seat, please.”

Still smiling, the girl scanned the classroom to see were she could sit, when her eyes met Loz´s. He instantly looked away and blushed, what she found kind of cute and decided to take the empty seat next to him.

Staring down at his pencil, Loz noticed when she sat down and his heard pounded in his chest just like it would after a 4 miles run.

No way he could concentrate on the test…

*

“So, how was it?”

Yazoo took his books out of his locker and closed it. Loz shrugged and mumbled something under his breath.

The other hesitated and looked at his brother from under his fringe. “Don´t tell me you messed up. Again.”

Loz avoided his gaze and crossed his arms over his chest defensively.

“You´re hopeless…” The other sighed in resignation and finished to lock away his belongings.

“Oh yeah? I´ll tell you something mister I-know-everything-”

“Yes?” Yazoo lifted an eyebrow when his soft-headed brother had stopped talking and turned his head up to see what had caused the interruption. There Loz stood, with a finger lifted as if to make his point, but his attention was totally absorbed by something, or rather someone, at the end of the corridor.

Slightly frowning, he followed his brother´s gaze until he saw their new classmate walking towards them. With every step she came closer, Lozs face went a deeper shade of red.

“Oh my god she´s coming here…” Loz whispered breathlessly, suddenly grabbing his younger brothers arm and stepping behind him, as if to hide. So much for the strong, fearless Loz. Knocked out by some hazel eyes.

Yazoo suppressed an annoyed huff and freed his arm from his brother´s rather painful grip, then he crouched down to grab his school bag. Loz really was such a baby…

“Have you seen her gigantic tits?! Gods, what am I about to say to her?” the bulky boy hissed through gritted teeth at his younger brother, hoping Tifa didn´t see him talking.

“Well, what about ´Hi, my name is Loz, what´s yours et cetera, pp.´,” came the unenthusiastic reply from below. Where had he just put his new cellphone? Frowning, Yazoo searched through his bag again.

“But I already know her name!”

“At least something you know…”

“What?”

“Nothing. Listen, it doesn´t matter what you say, just do some conversation, ok?” Where was it, damn?!

Loz rubbed his sweating hands and watched the girl coming nearer. Yazoo was no help at all, so he hoped instead of making a complete idiot of himself she would just walk by and ignore his presence, please…

“Hi.”

No such luck. She had stopped directly in front of him, gave him the sweetest smile he had ever received from someone and made his perspiratory glands work at full blast.

“H-Hi…” He didn´t know how, but he managed to spit something out that could have been human sounds.

Her smile grew a little wider and she looked openly up to him.

What did Yazoo say? Make conversation… Easy to say for him, who was still busy with something in his bag and not up here and confronted with the biggest breasts on gods planet…

“So…” He cleared his throat and straightened a little. “Wha- What´s you´re name? I´m Tifa.”

She stared at him in confusion and he could have smacked himself. “I-I´m sorry, of course I know your name already, how stupid…” He chuckled nervously. “You´re Loz, Right?”

Now she gaped at him open-mouthed and he stared back at her, totally helpless. What was wrong?

He felt incredibly relieved, when the smile found its way back on her face and she finally answered. “Well, nice to meet you Tifa.” Now it was at him to gape and he wished the ground would open and eat him.

“Actually I came to give this back to you. I think it belongs to your sister…” She winked at him, still smiling and he scratched his head, laughing nervously. “Sorry.”

“Don´t mind. I think it´s cute.” Poor Loz became even redder and to distract from his stupidity he kicked his crouched down brother with one leg in the side to get his attention.

“Oi, your presence is demanded.”

With a slightly unnerved expression Yazoo gracefully rose from the ground, still looking inside his bag. “What is it? Conversation Loz, just ask her something not too idiotic, it can´t be that hard. And don´t stare at her -what did you call it- ‘gigantic tits’…” He looked up and stopped to rummage in his school bag. “Oh. You´re already here.”

“Yes.” Tifa looked to the ground and now it was her turn to blush.

Yazoo ignored the deathly glare from his older sibling and played down the embarrassing situation by asking nonchalantly. “Well, how can I help you?”

“I found this in the classroom, it must have fallen out of your bag.” Without looking at him, she held the cellphone towards the youth who took it. Then she bowed at them and quickly walked away.

Watching her Yazoo put the item into his pocket and stated, “Smart girl.”

“Yeah. Thanks for putting her off. You made me look like a complete idiot!” Loz snapped, on the verge of tears and stormed off.

“At least she knows what she´ll have to deal with…” came the murmured reply but it wasn´t heard.

Sighing, Yazoo pushed some hair out of his face and made his way out of the school and after his fuming brother.

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