A/N: Hello, one and all! I have taken up crimson-soul-lifes-blood's challenge. This is also my first Final Fantasy fic, btw. For those of y'all who don't know, this is basically about Sephiroth and our hero, Cloud. This is an AU version of Advent Children. Long story short, "What if Cloud joined Kadaj?" Well, this is my guess. But I must warn y'all, that, by the Boss's requirements to write this fic, THIS IS STRICTLY YAOI! AS IN, MALE-ON-MALE! I warn you; if you do not like this shtuff, I highly recommend that you turn back, NOW. I don't wanna be responsible for an insulted, shocked, and/or offended reader. So, those of you who don't mind reading this shtuff, I hope you enjoy! And I hope y'all keep reading once you've started. Though, I must confess, this is my first ever slash fic, so I do hope I don't disappoint anyone that I take things slow with the mature shtuff. Any help along the way will be greatly appreciated. And…well, I find it rather difficult to write a, well, intercourse scene, so I pray y'all with bear with me. Again, any assistance will be appreciated and thanked! Well, on with the show!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own naught but the AU-ness of the story.
Note: this starts off from the movie, but becomes altered, so don't get impatient, -k-? just read the whole thing out, -k-?
Out in the midst of nowhere of a plain, a spiky blonde sat upon a motorbike known as Fenrir. A black cell phone pressed against an ear decorated with a silver earring like a wolf's head. Impossibly blue eyes stared into blank space as the voice of an old friend placed into his hearing. "You got a call from Reno. He's in Healin. Says he's got work for you. Cloud…how have you been?" Tifa Lockhart's voice kindly asked.
The blonde waited for more, but only got the standard, computerized voice, "You have no more messages." Upon hearing that, he lowered and closed his phone. He turned to pocket it, lightly holding onto his left arm as if it were made of glass.
He then faced forward again and brought up a lowered pair of shaded goggles to his eyes, straightening them as he readied to start up his Fenrir. But as soon as his hands made contact, a sudden surge of pain swept through his left arm, which was blanketed by a black sleeve, unlike his right. Grasping it in reaction, he flexed his fist a couple of times to try and shake off the pain. As soon as the throbbing was tolerable, he revved up his bike and sped away.
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A lone Buster sword stuck in the ground of a cliff over looking Midgar. Beside it stood a brown-and-silver wolf, staring onto Midgar from the spot of his memorial.
If only he was still alive and in his human body. To be allowed such a freedom besides within the Lifestream itself. But…Fate chose that this place was where he would die—only a few years ago—protecting his best and now-only friend. Yet, the death in itself was very cruel and very uncalled-for. For Gaia's sake! Shooting an unarmed and totally exhausted man to death! And while he was trying to ensure the life of his younger friend, no less. Damned Turks!
How can anyone blame them for escaping the damn laboratory? Five years of endless suffering, really! Of course he would try to get them outta there! No one could stand that for long.
…But, he could watch over his still-living friend. Make sure he's alright, and all. And only he knew it. Though he never could guess why the survivor wore his friend's symbol. Out of respect? Mourn? Grief? Remembrance? Honor of him? The wolf decided it could be all of those. His friend was always a complicated guy.
Nonetheless, he knew that he was all but forgotten. Just like the Ancient who was slaughtered by the ex-General Sephiroth himself. One who was once the wolf's friend. Now, he was no friend of his. Now, his living friend had spent two years in grief, unable to forgive himself of the shear fact that he couldn't save those who were close to him. For that, the wolf in his always-gentle heart felt for him. Like he always had. Like he always will.
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The memorial of a resting SOLDIER was disturbed when three identical motorbikes pulled up and stopped before the upright Buster sword. But the sword was viciously kicked aside and clattered to the ground at the foot of one of three clones to the most powerful being on the Planet. The desecration angered the spirit the invisible wolf held. How dare he? When his living comrade and heartily practically held the token holy in honor of his own spirit?
The silence was broken when one with the longest silver hair spoke to whom that sat on the middle bike, "Hey, Kadaj. Is that…where Big Brother lives?"
The one with chin-length hair nodded once as his eyes brightened with excitement. "Yeah."
"Do you think he'll be glad to see us?"
"Not a chance," the other answered with a slight chuckle.
"Don't cry, Yazoo." The last remaining one said.
The first merely continued, "But Mother's with him?"
The middle clone shifted slightly on his seat, "Maybe not."
"Don't cry, Loz," the one called Yazoo mocked a soothing tone to the last.
After a pause, the one named Kadaj listened as the sound of a moving Fenrir caught his hearing. He looked and nodded in the direction of the sound below the cliff. "Hold on. He's coming." The others looked to the small, moving thing and then exchanged glances. With a nod from their supposed leader, they took off in pursuit, while the last stayed behind and instead dialed a number in his cell phone.
Almost immediately, a stern, deep voice picked up, "What do you want?" the voice seemed to have known exactly who it was.
Kadaj smirked as he just said. "I've got a friend of yours at my two brothers' mercy. Now, unless you answer to my satisfaction, I'll most likely use my own ways to get the information I need. And I know he knows."
"I don't have any idea what you're talking about." The other said.
"I want to know where you've gone and hidden Mother." Kadaj still calmly said as he paced around.
"If you're talking about that Bitch's head, it's nowhere near me or you."
"Really?" Kadaj asked as if not convinced. "Something tells me you wouldn't leave something so precious as Mother just anywhere."
"I never said that," the voice growled. "Truthfully, I don't know where it is. Only the Boss does. But wherever it is, it ain't here."
"Don't tell me. You're leading me on."
"What makes you think that?"
"Because I think you do have Mother there."
"You don't know jack shit, so lay off what you only think you know!" the voice bellowed.
Kadaj only chuckled as he responded and sat on his bike, "No need to shout." The other was about to respond when he said, "I don't wanna talk to you anymore. Put the President on." instead, all he heard was a click and the line went dead. Kadaj smirked. Their loss—not to mention their stupidity.
Standing on the edge of the cliff, he watched with amusement as his Big Brother fought to stay in one piece and get away. Though, Kadaj doubted he would, considering he'd lost his sword when he tried to block an attack from Loz. He never had time to retrieve it for Yazoo charged his way, and in mid somersault, shot his shades off of his Brothers face. But the bullet also grazed his face, splattering some blood.
It was then that more of the strange shadow-like creatures emerged and surrounded the fleeing ex-SOLDIER. Victory certainly was Kadaj's today. Big Brother was defenseless, and his Geostigma was getting to him.
The creatures had closed in on him, fending off any and all means of escape. Kadaj and his other two brothers watched as all the blonde could do was to protectively grasp his sick arm, in attempt to keep it from all contact.
The creature closest to his face lunged at him, knocking him off his bike and onto the ground. The Fenrir shot into a rock, shattering the front and causing the remainder of his swords to fly in every which direction. The blonde lay flat on the ground—facedown—and covered his face with his good arm while the deadly blades decided to try and harm their own owner. The remaining creatures attacked before he had a chance to regain his feet.
The dozen-or-so attackers clawed, tore, and snapped their jaws at the ex-SOLDIER. Though he was pinned, a fallen sword lay within his reach. In a flash, he reached for it and with a single swing, dispersed half of the shadowy things. But more seemed to come within the second. Within minutes, the blonde was weakened and worn to a frazzle.
In his last bits of consciousness, he could make out a male figure garbed in fine leather with short silver hair kneel beside his sprawled self. "Welcome, Brother." He had no clue what that meant, considering he had no siblings. But be that as it may, he did not like his current situation.
Pulling back his right glove, he tapped a button on a small device very similar to a watch twice before the last of his vision faded and he saw no more.
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Silence. Pure silence. And bliss. The only sound being the rustle of the leaves in the tree and his own heartbeat. The only things he could see for miles were a vast grass plain and the never-ending sky. Everything was perfect. No worries, nothing to bother him, and all the time in the world to think.
"Vincent!" aw, no! The biggest annoyance to ever hit the face of the Planet…Yuffie. Vincent sighed and looked away from the plain at which he stared. It was such a beautiful one; Vincent always found comfort and relaxation within its beauty. "Vincent!" Yuffie ran up and stopped beneath the branch of a tall tree that Vincent miraculously sat evenly balanced upon.
"What is it, Yuffie?" Vincent asked. "It seems urgent, whatever it is."
Yuffie nodded with her hands on her knees. "Vince, Cid just got a message. From Tifa. There's been trouble near Midgar."
Vincent huffed a little in acknowledgement, "Hmm. What kind of trouble?"
"Clones of Seph…you know, silver-haired guys with green, cat eyes and--"
"I get the picture."
"Well, anyways. They ambushed one of our guys and it turns out he was overmatched by those assholes. He called in an A.I.J. just before he supposedly lost consciousness. Tifa was the nearest AVALANCHE member to him, so she called it in to Cid when she got it. We think he might be in real trouble. I think you better head to Midgar straight away!" Yuffie started off to race back to the Shera, but turned back when she noticed that Vincent had barely hopped off the branch, picking up Cerberus from against the trunck and holstering it. "Hurry up, Vince! We haven't got all day!"
"Who was it that called the AIJ? Who should I be looking for?"
Yuffie's eyed widened a bit in what Vincent assumed to be pity and wondering it she should tell him. "Vince, he was on his way to Midgar when he…Vince, it was Cloud!" with that, Yuffie ran off to the parked Shera.
Vincent was left in utter horror and shock. Yuffie had obviously cleared out in fear that Vincent would go berserk…and he wasn't so sure he wouldn't; the one Vincent really cared about most was in jeopardy.
A/N: Okay, I hope I didn't screw that first chapt up. At least not too bad. Tell me what you think and I'll send the next chapter as soon as I can, -k-? And don't worry; next chapt Cloud's gonna become one twisted-and-evil SOB, lol! til next time! ;)