Title: Mother Nouveau

Disclaimer: All characters belong to SquareEnix and I make no money from this.

Synopsis: Tseng must endure the demon of Wutai in a lone log cabin in the mountains with his three very young remnants.

Warnings: yaoi, non-con, language, violence, angst

Beta:XxOngakuxX :D

Chapter 12: Closer

He didn't know how long he'd slept, but when his eyes cracked open from his rest; there was no sign of daylight. The Turk stood up and stretched out his limbs. His bottom was a bit numb from falling asleep in an upright position and he tried to rub out the discomfort as he made his way over to a window. The glass was so very thick and translucent; he could only see that it was pitch black outside. With a yawn, he walked over to check on Yazoo who had fallen asleep on the couch.

Relief washed over him when he realized he had reverted back to his child form. The boy was using a towel as a blanket and he seemed quite comfortable, so Tseng didn't bother to wake him. He looked adorable when he was sleeping, snoring lightly with his tiny hands clutching the towel. It was hard to believe that regardless of his appearance; mentally he wasn't a child at all.

He placed a blanket over the boy's still form, seeing as how the temperature had dropped in the cabin. The Turk added some more wood to the fire and hoped that would make the room warmer.

He then made his way to Sephiroth's bedroom. He wanted to check the time and see if his unit had tried to contact him. The room was dark, and since there wasn't an electrical light he could flip on, he had to maneuver over to the side table and feel around for the matches. Once found, he stuck one and lit a candle. The feeling of having to rely on fire as a primary source of light, made him think about when he lived in Wutai. His mother would often stock up on cheap candles and they were used when she couldn't pay the bill.

This candle was different though. It was scented, and smelled of light cinnamon and spice. He savored the aroma before he lit another similar one. With a bit of light now, he could move around the messy room better. He sought out his phone and checked the time. It was late, around 3am. He did have a few messages though, from Elena.

6:00pm: The weather is very unforgiving and has been getting more intense as we reach our destination. We're struggling to see and to stay in the air.

7:14pm: I'm afraid we're going to have to land in the town at the base of the mountain range. We've almost crashed, twice. And Reno is piloting.

If Reno couldn't maintain flight then the situation must have been bad.

7:49pm: We've made it to the town. The villagers warn us to not go into the vast mountain range without a guide. Although we have your coordinates, they say if we take the direct route it will be dangerous, yet no one will take us no matter how much money we offer. Also, there is a woman here who say's her husband was the best guide and he's already out. Is Randal your guide? What happened to you both?

Tseng hadn't thought much about the man Sephiroth decapitated him. Not because he was insensitive, but because the thought of the man dying a meaningless death was very distressing. He died because Sephiroth wanted to take Tseng and make him his slave. The Turk knew Randal didn't deserve to die for such selfishness, and yet; his own existence was testament to man's selfishness. In his profession, he'd killed many people for Shinra's greed and he generally thought nothing of it. In fact, sometimes he loved seeking revenge on those who had thought they'd bested him, and he reveled in delight when he killed them. But when something like this happened, when he knew Randal was just a simple countryman trying to earn a living for his family, it irked him. He often wondered how Reno felt when he was ordered to drop the plate on the slum below. Was it just business, or did he really care? Tseng tried not to think too much on such things . . . if he did, it might affect his work efficiency.

The next messages were from Reno.

10:05pm: So this one inn town only had like one snowmobile and that shit is broken. We're gonna have to hike to where you are and just take the risk. Don't worry, we hired an-ExSOLDIER to help us. It looks like we'll be there in three days though. Sorry boss. Just hold out okay…

Tseng dropped the phone after he read the last sentence. Three days…Three more days! He was so fucked. Sephiroth would be returning today and according to Yazoo, he wouldn't be leaving until a few days. He hadn't cleaned shit, hadn't washed shit and he certainly wouldn't be ready if Sephiroth came back soon. He'd be punished for being a terrible mother and slave. Also, if his Turks did arrive within three days time and Sephiroth was still here, they'd probably lose their lives.

He quickly picked up the phone again and this time he dialed Reno's number. He had been texting because he didn't want to waste precious battery life but he needed to talk to them. The phone rang once and Reno picked up immediately, he must be worried.

"Boss. Hey boss can you hear me?"

The signal was shitty but he could still hear him.

"Yes I can hear you, but barely," Tseng responded.

"Tseng, what's going on? Are you okay? Are you trapped somewhere or . . . ."

"No, no I'm alright. Something unusual happened to me but I am otherwise unharmed."

"Like what? You being held in a cave by wolves?" he said in jest, though Tseng could still sense his worry.

"Something like that. I'm being held by a very powerful man and his . . . brothers. The man used to be an Ex-SOLDIER so it's been hard to escape, not to mention he took my supplies."

"Why did he capture you? Does he know you're a Turk? Is he a deserter that has a grudge against Shinra?" Reno asked frantically.

"I think so," he lied. Telling Reno that the once dead great general Sephiroth had him in bondage might be a bit heavy. For now he just needed to reassure Reno and let them know his plans.

"What are they doing to you? You're on the phone with me so they must not be around. Escape now!"

"It's not that simple. I would have done that if I could; don't you think? Just, listen to my instructions and do not question them, alright?"

Reno sighed in obvious frustration, "Yeah ok."

"Good, now I know you want to come for me as soon as possible but I'm telling you to wait until the fifth day to start hiking up here."

"What! But Tseng!"

"Listen to me Reno. These instructions are very important. I need you to take the path less traveled. I'm not sure where he goes but he leaves every sixth day. I think he gets supplies but when he captured me I was on the main route so don't take that way."

"But Tseng. Couldn't we just confront him, beat his ass and make him tell us where you are? We got a SOLDIER here, and a strong one too. I'm sure he can handle…"

"No Reno. Just shut the hell up and listen to me, I don't have time to waste here."

"Sorry Tseng," he said dejectedly.

"I do not want any of you to confront this man; take the other path. Bring as many weapons as you can and also see if you can fix that snowmobile. We'll need it."

"Alright I gotcha, but I don't like this one bit."

"I know you don't like the idea of leaving me here any longer than I have to be but please, just follow my directions. My phone only has a 30 percent of charge left so I will turn off my phone until the fifth day."

"M'kay, I'll tell the others and uh, boss?"

"Yes Reno?"

"Next time, just go to Costa like everybody else," he said humorously. Tseng frowned and ended the call. He did wonder if he hadn't gone hiking in the mountains would Sephiroth still have captured him. Perhaps if he had went to Costa Del Sol then he'd be held hostage in a beach house, he thought sarcastically.

When he turned off his phone, the time was around three thirty. He didn't know exactly when Sephiroth was coming back but he wanted to get everything done as soon as possible. He only had the candles to aid him as light but it would have to do for now. He then grabbed a used t-shirt and started collecting the scattered black feathers.

Mnmnmnmnnmnmnmnmnmnmnmnnmnmn mnmnmnmnmnnmnmn

It took him several hours to clean Sephiroth's room, wash the linens, clean the bloody floor and make the room look presentable. After that, he decided a bath was in order. It was early, and he figured he could have a few moments of peace until the boys woke up. He ran the water hot and striped out of his baggy clothing. Once the tub was filled, he stepped in and hissed as the heat enveloped his ankle.

Gradually, he sunk down into the water and relaxed into it. The hot water felt good, but he hated how hard the water was. In Edge, their water was filtered though a softener and it made the water feel like warm oil over his skin. He missed that feeling, but this would have to do for now.

He washed his hair, though he wasn't fond of the scent . . . of lack of scent. His hair was clean, but he liked for it to have a lingering scent. The bar of soap was crude and he hated how it felt against his skin. After he was clean, he drained the water and filled the tub up again. He soaked in the hot water and enjoyed the stillness. Idly, he wondered why the house had plumbing, but no electricity. He didn't know much about how plumbing worked, but he knew there had to be a source the water was coming from.

The door to bathroom opened up and he guessed his alone time was over. A mop of messy silver hair peered from behind the doorway along with a sharp emerald eye.

"Tseng?" Kadaj called out, barely above a whisper.

"Come in," he sighed.

Kadaj came in fully and closed the door behind him. He was already naked and rushed to the side of the tube. His tiny fingers clung to the side of the tub and he peered up at his 'mother' with bright wide eyes.

"You look pretty," he said. Tseng smirked and ruffled the boy's already messy hair before he scooped him up and put him in the tub with him. He cleaned him and made sure to wash and detangle his hair.

"Ow!" The boy groaned as he pulled out a snag.

"Be still child," Tseng ordered. Kadaj pouted.

"Ow! Ow! Tsengy that hurts!" he whined, struggling to get away from the pain.

"It's almost over boy. Now be still or do you want to go about looking like a cockatoo?" He ran his fingers through the silver mane gently untangling the knots.

"What's a cok-tu?" he asked curiously.

"It's a bird that has feathers that stand up on top its head."

Kadaj giggled and placed his hands on top his head.

"I'm a cok-tu!" he laughed, standing up in the water and waving his head back and forth. Tseng allowed himself a small smile at the silly display, and then he reached out and grabbed the boy, pulling him back into his embrace. Kadaj laughed even harder and kicked his feet playfully.

"But I'm a cok-tu!"

Tseng smirked as he wrapped his arms around the rowdy boy.

"Cockatoos can't swim, little one," he said before he splashed water in the boy's face. It seemed the brothers were used to rough play so he didn't see any harm in doing the same. Kadaj giggled as he slipped free of Tseng's hold and started splashing him.

His pure, light hearted laughter made Tseng smile eventually, as much as he tried to resist. Since the cute little tyrant managed to get him to do that he would show no mercy, he lunged forward and grabbed Kadaj. The boy was surprised and Tseng took this opportunity to start to tickle the child. Kadaj twisted and turned as his laughter grew in pitch.

"Ok, ok, you win!" The boy said though his giggles.

Tseng smiled at that and released the child. Kadaj smiled and threw his arms around Tseng's shoulder. The Turk held the boy as he stood up and drained the water. He dried them both off, though it wasn't an easy feat with Kadaj clinging to him. They brushed their teeth together and Tseng showed him how to brush more effectively. The Turk had to put the boy down so he could shave, but Kadaj stood on a stood, pretending to shave as well.

"Are you gonna shave that too?" the boy laughed, pointing to his sparse pubic hair. Tseng smirked.

"No, you little shit," he said lightheartedly. Kadaj chuckled and stepped down off his stool.

"Come on," Tseng said after he finished shaving and combing his lengthy hair, "Let's get dressed."

Kadaj raised his arms up and Tseng picked him up without complaint. He knew the boy was becoming more attached to him, but it seemed to be working on him as well.

"Can I pick my clothes?" Kadaj asked.

"I don't see why not," he said. It wasn't like the kid was going anywhere.

Kadaj smiled and snuggled his head in the crook of Tseng's neck. They exited the bathroom and he went to Sephiroth's bedroom so he could get dressed first. He tried to put Kadaj down but the boy whined and clung on to him. He'd just have to be topless for now. He managed to slip on a pair of boxers and black sweatpants which he could not tie the drawstring due to Kadaj impairing him.

"Your turn brat," he said as he crossed the hallway into the boy's room. Yazoo was sitting on his bed reading a book when he walked in. The longhaired boy smirked and nipped on his bottom lip at the sight of Tseng shirtless. Tseng knew he wasn't a child but seeing the 'child form' do that was disturbing.

He went to the drawer and pulled out the top one.

"I wanna wear those undies!" he said, pointing to the one with the summon Odin on it.

"Okay." He tried again to put the boy down but he made a sound of distress.

"Kadaj, you have to get down to get dressed," he informed.

"Then I don't wanna get dressed!" he whined, clinging on to the man. Tseng sighed and grabbed the pair of underwear. He sat down on the bed, which made it easier to slip on the boy's underwear.

"I have to go make breakfast and I can't do it with you clinging to me."

He then forcefully pulled Kadaj off him and placed him down. "Play with your toys."

The Turk could see tears forming in the corner of his eyes and he turned to leave, but he could hear Kadaj following him. They boy cried as he followed Tseng to the kitchen. The Turk sighed as he looked down at the adorable screaming child grabbing his pant leg, which almost fell down because of the untied drawstring, which he quickly remedied.

"Kadaj, come now child," he said, though the crying didn't stop. The boy raised his hands and Tseng shook his head. The reaction was immediate. Kadaj screamed and threw himself on the ground, kicking his legs and hollering as loud as he could. Tseng sighed but he continued to get their breakfast ready. Kadaj screamed as he made sausage, screamed as he whipped up scrambled eggs, threw the cup of juice Tseng gave him to try to calm him down, and he started coughing when Tseng was making toast. He finally gave in when the boy threw up on the floor.

"Leviathan give me strength," he prayed as he finally picked up the boy. Kadaj sniffled as he settled comfortably in his arms, his breath returning to normal.

"You're such an asshole you know that?" He said to the child as he smoothed down his hair and wiped the tears from his cheeks. Kadaj nodded and clung to him even tighter.

He had to plate the food one handed and pour drinks for them. He placed their food on the kotetsu and saw Yazoo coming from down the hall.

"Everything is finished," he informed. Yazoo nodded and cast a glare at his younger brother who was still snuggled in Tseng's arms at the table.

"Hey, aren't you a big boy? Can't you sit by yourself?" He sounded annoyed.

Kadaj stuck his tongue out at him and grabbed a sausage, only to scramble back into Tseng's lap. He made himself comfortable as he nibbled on it. Tseng was halfway though his meal when the front door opened up. Sephiroth came in with more bags than he left out with and set them down. The cold air from the outside gave him a chill, but he also enjoyed the fact that he could see the outdoors. The land was covered in snow, trees were barren and the sky was grey. Even still, he savored the view.

"Mommy!" Loz said excitedly. He placed down the two small bags he had and bounded over to the man. He wrapped his arms around his neck and chuckled.

"I got you something!" He said. He kissed Tseng's cheek before he rummaged through his bags and pulled out a pretty hairbrush. The color was black with cherry blossoms decorated on it. It was quite beautiful. Loz blushed as he handed him the item.

"I got it cuz your hair is dark and pretty like this brush," he said, cheeks turning even redder, though not from the cold.

"Thank you, Loz," he said, smiling softly, "I will cherish it."

The boy covered his blushing embarrassed face and turned to Kadaj. "We got some new toys. You too, Kadaj."

The other two boys headed to their bedroom but Kadaj still clung to Tseng. Sephiroth shut the door and sealed it with a spell. He then fixed his gaze on the Turk by the table.

"I have gifts for you as well," he said, making his way over to him. Tseng looked up at the imposing man and the ex-general smirked.

"Kadaj, go see what new toys you have," Sephiroth ordered more than suggested. Kadaj obviously didn't want to leave and did so reluctantly. The two men stared at each other, neither one blinking or moving until the door shut from down the hallway. Sephiroth was upon him within seconds. He laced his fingers into his slightly damp hair and yanked him up to his feet by it. He smashed their lips together; the force of it busted Tseng's bottom lip. A tongue was forced into his mouth and swiped over and around his own. He tried to turn his head but Sephiroth held him firm by his hair. The man moaned into his mouth before he pulled back. Tseng could see blood from his split lip staining Sephiroth's pale ones.

He released the Turk and Tseng jerked away as if his touch burned like acid. Sephiroth smirked and grabbed one bag. He lifted it up and placed it in front of Tseng.

"This is all for you," he said, "There's clothing, body wash, shampoo and other items."

Tseng didn't touch the bag. All he could think of was what Sephiroth had said what would happen today. How he wished the weather had been in his favor.

"Will you not look? I would like for you to wear something nice for our date tonight."

"Date?" He repeated.

"Yes. We're going out."

Tseng was quite frankly shocked. They were going out? He was going to be able to get out of this congested cabin.

"To where?" He asked curious.

Sephiroth smirked. "Some place private. Now, find something nice to wear and pack a change of clothes. We'll be gone till tomorrow."

Tseng reluctantly grabbed the bag and went to the bathroom for privacy. The shampoo was strawberry scented and he tossed it to the side. He didn't want to smell sweet, he just wanted to be clean, but apparently Sephiroth liked him smelling fruity. The body wash was Citrusy and even the shaving cream was pear scented.

"What the fuck," he groaned as he pushed the items aside. He supposed he should be grateful he didn't have to use the lye soap.

He shuffled through more items; a few razors, new toothbrush, and a few other toiletries. Like a good Turk who took full advantage of every opportunity, he removed one of the blades and held onto it. It may prove to come in handy later.

When that stuff was out of the way, he examined the clothes inside. Sephiroth either thought Tseng was smaller or he wanted to see him in such form fitting outfits. He slipped on a black v-neck shirt that hugged his torso. Most of the shirts he tried on fit like that. Seeing as he wasn't going to catch a break, he selected a forest green dress shirt with a simple and discreet stripped pattern. Black slim fit trousers were chosen simply because they didn't require ironing like most of the other pants that had been smushed in the bag.

Sephiroth had even bought him new shoes. He saw house slippers, loafers, boots, and a pair of sleek, black, dress shoes. He slipped on dark socks and the dress shoes. The Turk grabbed the brush Loz had given him and combed out his hair. He had wished Sephiroth had brought him some hair gel so he could slick it back in its usual fashion, but as it was, he had to wear it loose.

When he was finished dressing, he selected a few items of clothing for his travel bag and grabbed some other necessities. He sighed when he realized he would have to go back in the room to get to his bag. With the articles in his hand, he made his way back to Sephiroth's room. When he entered, he was greeted with the sight of the silver haired man slipping on his shoes. He was dressed in all black and had his long hair pulled back into a ponytail.

He looked up when Tseng walked in and his bright mako green eyes scanned over Tseng's form.

"That really suits you," he commented.

"Thanks," he said plainly.

"We don't have to leave just yet," the man said as he glanced at his wristwatch. Tseng made a mental note that the man seemed to keep it on at all times or at least beside him.

Sephiroth then started to walk towards him and he tensed up, thinking Sephiroth was going to go for him, but instead the man went out the door. He went to the boy's room and Tseng could hear excited shrieks from Loz and Kadaj. He figured he planned to spend time with them until it was time for him to leave and he was grateful for the alone time.

He packed his clothes in with Sephiroth's, and placed his other items in a separate compartment of the bag. The Turk plopped on the bed and was content with the idea of just laying there until he had to leave. He wondered where Sephiroth was taking him. There wasn't a town around for miles and it was freezing outside.

He turned on his side and closed his eyes, wishing he was anywhere but here. His mind wandered aimlessly and he soon drifted off to sleep. His dreams were filled with pulsing colors and odd sounds which never really formed a definite image.

A gentle touch caused him to stir from his slumber. He knew from experienced that he had slept for a while. He supposed he had slept so long due to him having his time occupied by the little silver haired monsters.

"It's almost time to go. Hope you had a nice nap," Sephiroth said.

The Turk sat up and rubbed his eyes. He'd been very comfortable and he didn't want to be bothered.

"How long have I been asleep for?" he asked groggily.

"About four hours. We're leaving in a few so get this on."

Sephiroth handed him a thick coat and gloves, and placed snow boots at his feet. The man himself was wearing a light winter jacket and snow boots for protection. Once he was bundled up, Sephiroth grabbed the bag that contained their clothes and carried it over his shoulder. Tseng begrudgingly followed behind him as they went to the front door.

"Boys!" Sephiroth called out. Kadaj and Loz appeared first, followed by Yazoo.

"You leavin' now?" Kadaj asked, eyes starting to tear up. Loz and Kadaj hugged his legs and pressed their faces into the material.

"I'll miss you mommy!" Loz mumbled into his leg.

Tseng looked over at Sephiroth. "You're leaving them by themselves?"

"We won't be far."

"But still, they're just children. Remember, they killed each other once!" He was increasingly getting upset.

"They'll be fine for a few hours. I've left them alone before."

"This is so irresponsible!" He spat. Kadaj had been tugging at his leg and he scooped up the little one. "Anything could happen to them."

Sephiroth's eyes flickered with suppressed rage. "They'll be fine. Now let's go."

The Turk instinctively tightened his hold on the boy in his arms. "This is wrong. How selfish are you?"

In one swift motion, Sephiroth ripped Kadaj from his arms with one hand and slapped Tseng with the other. The man stumbled back at the force and used the wall to keep him standing. The silver haired man placed the boy down before he grabbed Tseng by his hair and yanked him towards him. Tseng could hear Kadaj and Loz pleading with Sephiroth to stop hurting him.

The ex-SOLDIER released the seal on the door and it flew open. He walked out, dragging Tseng along with him by his hair. Once they were outside, he tossed the Turk on the snow covered ground and sealed the door closed again. Tseng slowly stood up, his head throbbing painfully. He couldn't even savor the fact that he was finally out of the prison like cabin. Sephiroth grabbed his arm and started walking.

"Hey, I walk just fine I don't need . . . ."

Sephiroth suddenly backhanded him and he reeled back. His busted lip reopened and red drops of blood decorated the snow. He wasn't given time to recover. His captor grabbed him by his arm and continued to drag him along.

Surprisingly, it wasn't long before their destination. Sephiroth wasn't lying when he said the place was close. He could still make out the outline of the other cabin from this distance. Sephiroth released him and Tseng massaged his angry red wrist.

The man then reached deep into the snow and the ground started lifting up. He pulled open a latch, revealing a dark hole and a ladder. He stepped back and gestured for Tseng to go in. The dark haired captive hesitated, but he didn't want to get hit again so he started to climb down.

It was so dark, he could barely see and when Sephiroth closed the hatch it was pitch black. The ex-general moved pass him to flick on an electric light, most likely ran by batteries. When he could finally see, the light revealed a small space. A table sat in the middle with two chairs on either side. In the corner was a bed that looked similar to the one back at the cabin. A tub and sink was on one side and a small kitchen on another.

"It's not very ascetically appealing, but it's quiet, and warm."

Tseng stood in the corner, not wanting to move any further into the room.

Sephiroth smiled at Tseng's hesitation.

"Don't look so scared," he jested, "We'll eat, take a nice hot bath and then . . . ."

Sephiroth moved closer and Tseng slipped his hand into the pocket of his pants. He had managed slip the razor blade inside when Sephiroth wasn't looking.

"And then . . . ." the Silver haired man pressed the flat of his thumb against the man's bloody, split lip. "I'll make love to you first. It'll be nice and gentle. I'll caress your slender body how you like and make you come for me."

Sephiroth applied more pressure, causing more blood to flow and seep over his finger.

"But, after that. I'm going to fuck you. You are still my servant, and I will treat you as such."

Tseng gripped the tiny razor and made a bold move. He pulled it out and aimed with deadly accuracy for the man's jugular. Sephiroth grabbed the offending hand and squeezed the wrist tight enough to snap it. The Turk hissed at the pain and dropped the blade. He stared up into his captors eyes and Sephiroth smirked.

"Guess we'll skip the dinner then."

Thank you for the hits and comments! Cliffhanger I know, but it's gonna be worth it ;}