Author's Notes:

Wow! So many reviews! I really, really did not expect that. I will have to continue this story then, ne? As for Kadaj and the fact that those two are still alive, it will all be explained. I hope. As soon as I figure it out myself. o,o;; ((laughs)) Im seriously making this up as I go. Im not one for planning ahead to much. Eh heh...and sorry this chapters so damn short.

OH! Just a warning!

For all you poor people who can't stand shounenai/yaoi, forgive me. There will be slightly implied bits and pieces of it. ((bows head)) But still, no matter what heterosexual fanfiction I write, my yaoi fangirlism shows through. ;

Thank you, all!

Oh, and TC-chan, Im making sure I use your suggestion, yo. XD Wait...I swear I've heard of you before. Aren't you on y! galleries? Maybe it's the wrong TC... ((sweatdrop)) I'm always bad with names. lol.

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"Contacts..eye contacts...where can we get those dratted things..." Yazoo growled under his breath. He contined to flip through the phone book impaitently, searching for an optomotrist as Loz sat on the bed beside him, staring at the threadbare blanket. He began to pick at the threads, slowly pulling the blanket apart. It was somewhat amusing.

Yazoo caught sight of his brother's antics out of the corner of his eye. "What in the name of the cosmos are you doing, Loz? Havn't I told you to stop doing that already!"

"You know..this bed's kinda small for just the two of us. And you kicked me when we were sleeping last night." Loz noted offhandedly.

With a sigh, Yazoo put the phone book down. "Well, would you rather pay for a five star hotel room, Loz? Becaue if you can pull that money out of thin air I could really use it for something to eat instead."

Loz's stomach growled at the reminder of sustenence. "Ah...yeah. I'm hungry."

Yazoo glared. "Oh, grow up, won't you?"

Loz looked over his shoulder. "What do we need contacts for, brother?"

"Thanks to Tifa, I realized we forgot our lovely eyes. Something else we need to hide now."

"But why?" Loz continued to ponder. "So they already know, and we came up with a good story to cover it up. No need to pay for expensive eyewear."

Loz grinned. "Did I think ahead of you, brother?"

Yazoo's glare intensified.

Loz just broke into laughter. "And here I thought Kadaj was the only one who could...out...do..you..." The laughter stopped nearly instantly as he trailed off. Yazoo's glare melted and his eyes seemed to change, instead appearing mournful. Loz bowed his head. "Sorry..."

Yazoo threw the phone book onto the desk, apparently now very disgruntled. "Let's just get some sleep..."

"I said I was sorry!" Loz cried out. Seeing his brother like this frightened him.

"Well, that isn't fixing our problem, is it?" Yazoo snapped back. Loz whimpered and crawled under the blanket, trying yet again to hold back his tears. Why couldn't brother just let it be? Kadaj was gone, and they had to find another goal then their previous lives had left them with.

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Smiling eyes. Kadaj's eyes. They sparkled mako green with joy, undertoned with sincerity and a sense of utter calm. His clothes were the same, and so was his face. Though it was gentler and it lacked the smile of insanity that had hidden so much of its beauty before. Two white wings flowed from his back, leaving feathers trailing through the air. The youngest brother extended his hand towards the sleeping forms of his elder siblings, his eyes now filling with tears.

Brothers...I miss you...come home with me, please!

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Loz's eyes ripped open, and quickly he sat up, looking towards where the angelic figure had resisded. It hit him then; it must have been some dream. Turning to the side, he realized Yazoo was sitting up too, his breathing quickened and his eyes slightly wide.

"What was that? A vision?" He asked.

Loz shook his head. "I think it was just a dream..."

Yazoo frowned. "That couldn't have been a dream. It seemed more like a nightmare to me. Besides, what are the odds of us sharing the same dream?"

Loz shrugged. "We are brothers...and we are both the same person."

The words escaped Yazoo's lips, sounding more like a growl then anything else. "Sephiroth..."

Loz looked down. He hated to remember that day they had escaped with their lives yet their youngest and dearest brother had died in the arms of the enemy. He regretted not being able to kill Cloud for what that bastard had done to his Kadaj. But then, it hadn't been Cloud's fault. It was all Sephiroth's fault...

Wet tears spilled down Loz's face, and as hard as he tried not to, he cried. Yazoo glared at him, but then softened it, instead reaching his pale hand out to caress Loz's cheek. "Hush, brother. No need to shed tears. If that was really our Kadaj, then be assured, he looked like he was at peace."

Loz grabbed Yazoo's hand, still holding it close to his face. "But...he needs us! He can't be without us!"

"Are you sure it's you that can't be without him?"

Loz paused, and then remained silent. Yazoo continued to whisper comforting words for Loz's sake. The tears stopped, and with time so did Yazoo's voice. Loz fell back into sleep, Kadaj's pleas still fresh in his mind.

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Weighed down with words too over-dramatic
Tonight it's "It can't get much worse"
Vrs. "No one should ever feel like.."

I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds...