[OPEN] Holding tight what could have been

[poison_allure]

Characters:  Yazoo and whoever cares to visit him

Location: Shibusen Jail Cell

Rating: PG

Time: Backdated like whoa... Feb 14th

Description: Yazoo stews in his cage. 


Four walls and near-total darkness. If it hadn't been for the superior eyes Mother had blessed him with, Yazoo might have been all but blind in that cell. Thick and dense, no chance of sound penetrating. He  couldn't hear, sense, or smell Kadaj anywhere near. The isolation was almost unbearable.

He dragged his fingertips against the rough stone and comforted himself with the memory of breaking bones, warm blood spurting under his hands, the sweet noise of agonized screams. They had shut down his ability to transform - the treacherous witch and that awful Stien person - but he had dealt without such powers long before he had ever come to this forsaken place, and he would do so again.

If BREW didn't see fit to send them back again, then the only left after that was to play by the rules, at least until those in power saw that he was no longer a threat. It rankled badly on his pride, but all it really needed was patience. Patience, and the ability to deceive, two things that Yazoo excelled at.

All he could do was wait.

Comments

[poison_allure]

Cloud's apparent attitude towards Kadaj was distinctly unsurprising, whether it was true or not. It was a vaguely alien concept, for Yazoo to think of himself as a seperate entity to his brothers, but he dealt with it by not dwelling on the subject.

He tilted his head at Sephiroth, as though something had just occured. "Then what does he make of you visiting me? Or am I your dirty little secret?"

[pure_lineage]

Sephiroth said nothing for a long while as he considered the question. While he and Cloud hadn't spoken of it, there was no doubt that his partner knew of these meetings. The ex-General simply hadn't thought it prudent enough to bring up, especially given the nature of it all.

"He is aware of these meetings," he began while choosing his words carefully. "And concerned."

[poison_allure]

"Concerned for what?" a slight smirk curled the corner of the Remnant's mouth, green eyes narrowed. "That you'll kill me and sully his good name?"

Cloud was and always would be a slight sore spot with Yazoo. Even now, the memory of the burning rain and the hatred in blue eyes, the despair of defeat - it made rage coil in his gut and choke his throat. It would only be Sephiroth's presence that could keep him from trying to kick the blond across the street.

[pure_lineage]

His lips curved up into the beginnings of a smirk at Yazoo's reply. Sephiroth didn't offer one in return though, at least not in the beginning. 'Sullying' his name was the last thing on Cloud's mind, and it couldn't have been further from the truth, but it was a truth that the ex-General kept to himself.

"Saa," he sounded before tilting his head to one side thoughtfully. "Perhaps you'll discover the answer one day."