Rubble Babies
It felt weird, like nothing he'd ever felt before. Not like how death was supposed to feel like. He was dead…wasn't he? The last fight with Cloud had killed him, Loz, and Cloud…hadn't it. Though, the gentle hand running through his hair seemed to be saying other wise. A soft moan escaping his lips, and he could hear a familiar voice telling him to go back to sleep. But he didn't want to, what he wanted was to get up, and find out what went…wrong. A sudden burst of energy went through him, and he moved.
Pain was all he could feel, shooting through his body. It seemed that although they didn't die, they had been close to it. Figure Loz wouldn't have been hurt as much. The damn man could live through anything. All he needed now was a decent set of brains. But, he loved him. Slowly, he opened his sore eyes, the green irises moving to look up and his smiling Brother. "L-Loz?" He rasped out, taking in the beaten face. Scrapes, cuts, bruises, made him wonder of his condition. If it were any worse, he'd have to kill Cloud for his only means of escape. Even so, those damn Turks would have to go as well for assisting him.
Reaching one weak arm up, he gave up half way. Closing his eyes, he looked away as Loz gave him a sad look. Hissing as he was pulled into the bigger mans lap, he reopened his eyes, looking questioningly up at him. "Loz?" He breathed, watching a pouch of water being brought to his lips.
"Luckily I remembered this, hey?" The big man smiled, pouring small sips down his throat. "And Kadaj called me an idiot for bringing it."
Yazoo laughed, though quickly silenced it as a sharp bought of pain ran through his chest. I was like a thousand knives stabbing him all at once, perhaps even worse. Either that, or his mind was exaggerating things. Though, he didn't know what if felt like to have many knives stab him. He took great liberties in avoiding such situations. Loz usually took the force for him. Of course, Yazoo didn't want to ruin his beautiful skin, which was why he took a gun over the other brutal weapons of his brothers. Though, Kadaj would laugh, calling him lazy, and Loz would just shrug. Occasionally coming to his defense with things like; "someone has to work on long range." And although Yazoo loved him for it…sooner or later their silly teenage brother was going to notice that Loz carried a gun as well. Though, and Yazoo just realized this, there would never be a sooner or later. Their dear brother was dead…
"What are we going to do?" He asked, looking up at his solemn brother.
"I don't know. I'm going to need to get you some help though." Loz sighed, still playing with his brother hair.
"No. We'll be in trouble if they find us." Shaking his head vigorously, he placed a weak hand on his brothers.
"But Yazoo, you're too hurt for me to handle." The big man frowned, looking close to tears. "And even then, we'll need food."
Nodding, Yazoo looked away. "I know…" He said softly, trying to think.
"I'm going to get help, and it's final!" Loz declared, gently placing his brother down. Ignoring the loud, angry protests, he stood. For a moment, he wobbled, his own wounds making him dizzy. But once he was sure he could walk, and the nausea faded away, he began walking through the rubble. "I'll be back for you!" He called back, "just get some rest, brother!" With a resigned sigh, the middle clone watched his brother disappear over a large slab of cement. Turning back, he noticed the makeshift fire the eldest had made. "Interesting…He's never been able to do that before…" He murmured, and then smiled, noticing the lighter right next to the wood.
He'd better come back. The damn idiot is going to pay for doing such a foolish thing. Yazoo thought, as darkness took over his mind. Dreams of Kadaj, Cloud, and mother flooded his mind. And for a moment, he could have sworn he heard Loz's voice calling out his name. Though, he was sure it was just his imagination at work. Maybe not, seeing as he'd never been known to have an imagination. That always seemed to be Kadaj and Loz's jobs.
Memories flashed through his vision, some unpleasant, others happier. Yelling was breaking through his reminiscing though, as he slowly began to wake. The darkness and visual lack of fire made it obvious as to the time, and how long Loz had been gone.
"Hnn?" He moaned, eye fluttering open. He could hear the voices that had woken him up from his deep sleep, but they seemed so far away. Looking around, he tried to move, but groaned as pain coursed through his body once more. Stupid, stupid, stupid! He hissed mentally to himself, lying back once more. Reaching one arm slowly up, he ran it through his hair, glad to know the silver strands were still there, and still at their usual length. As he lay there, he could hear the voices growing louder, appearing to come near. Maybe Loz pulled through, though he was still angry with him for doing it.
Watching his brothers head poked up over the slab of cement, he smiled weakly. Though, it quickly turned to a frown, as a familiar mop of red hair followed in Loz's wake. "How do you plan on getting him out of here, yo'?" The rather obnoxious voice of the Turk asked, ignoring Yazoo's glare. It was either he was ignoring him, or too dense to notice the clones obvious irritation at his presence.
The large clone crossed his arms over his chest, he gesture making him wince in pain. "Could you, maybe, get your friend? I don't think you're going to be able to handle this."
The Turk was visibly unhappy by that remark, "I can handle some simple carrying, yo'!"
"Then all the cuts along the back of Cloud's clothing were not caused by you?" A cool voice asked, as a dark skinned man hopped over the rock. "I'll take him; you make sure the big one doesn't faint." With a laugh, he approached Yazoo, quickly looking over his shoulder to make sure they had listened. A small shout of a name coming from the big one, and he grinned. Once they were gone, he nodded with a small smile, and fixed his sunglasses.
Turning back to the clone, he grinned as the silver haired man pouted. "C'mon, I'm not going to hurt you. You're a bit to helpless right now, and it would be unfair of me." With one quick gesture, he scooped the surprised clone up.
"But can you guarantee for what Shinra's going to do?" The clone asked, eyes narrowed, glaring up at the Turk as he as set on the rock. Watching the man climb over and retrieve him. "Nope, but I can say it'll be safer with me getting you there, than Reno. That man can be like a bull in a china shop at times." Yazoo smirked at that remark, looking towards the bickering pair in front of them.
"Then I guess we have something in common. We both have to babysit blundering buffoons." The Turk smiled, quickening his pace to keep up.
"I don't know." The man laughed, "yours at least seems to have some intelligence."
"I'd doubt that." Yazoo sneered. "But can't I say the same for yours?"
"I'm in the same situation you are. Wondering if he has any brains at times." At that, Yazoo had to hold back a grin. "Well then, if you're so sure, why don't you babysit Loz for a while?"
"Once you're both healed up, I might take you up on that offer," the Turk grinned, looking over his sunglasses at Yazoo. "But that means you're stuck with Reno. And trust me, he's a handful."
A/N (part 2):
And there you go, the first bit. No complaining about length, it was - as I said - a spur of the moment thing. The next chapter should be worked on soon. Among some other fics.
PS: got a better title? Tell me.