Differences
Kadaj
By Kris and Leash
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Note: The final chapter in the series! It's been a long time since we updated this story. . . Anyway, Kadaj! Please enjoy and review, or else the three SHM will appear and things won't be pretty after that.
Kadaj knew he was different, he always had. First thing he noticed was that he was not going to get that much taller, the second was what Yazoo called his 'mood swings.' He could not help that much and thus just went with the flow of his thoughts and perceptions. After all, why was he to care if others took offense to his genius? It was not as if they mattered anyway, no, all that mattered to him was obeying the voice inside his head and finding his 'mother.'
The search was what was holding him together. That deep, smooth, and intoxicating voice threatened to pull him under. . . Set his soul asleep, so to speak. Bringing something, whatever it was that lurked inside of him, out and in full control. In truth this reality scared him, but he never spoke to his brothers on the subject. He did, however, have the sneaking suspicion that Yazoo knew, but if his brother had any idea, he did not show it.
But the voice was overwhelming, causing the urge and necessity of finding his mother a top priority. He thus lead the escape from their captivity, perhaps unreasonably killing all the scientists he had seen on his way out. All of it, however, was for the sake of finding his mother he reasoned later.
Everything they did led them ever more nearer to their, his, target. Kadaj was, however, steadily getting frustrated. Was he not the genius that Hojo boasted about? If he was, why was it so hard to track her down? And his brothers were of no help. Both of them were lost to their own worlds, oblivious to the need that he so wanted to voice but could not. Why did they just stand around, useless, when he needed to hear their input and words of encouragement?
To hell with them, he mused. They were just jealous that Mother chose him, not them. They were just her pawns, set on Gaia to help her chosen one with her ultimate goal: to use the planet as a vessel and sail the cosmos in search of the promised land. Nothing more, nothing less.
They should consider themselves lucky.
He was their leader, he figured, and thus should follow him in his quest and they had. Yazoo was excellent in his fighting style as well as his torture methods. Kadaj envied his brother for his grace and charm, his ability to manipulate any to his will. It was simply mesmerizing. He was also inclined to like him more, especially since his eldest brother was nothing but a sniveling brat.
Loz was good for practically nothing. He did not have the silver tongue of Yazoo, nor the sensibility and they usual found the older man crying for Mother-knows-what. That annoyed Kadaj. But the idiot pulled through in one area: he was devastatingly powerful when sent into a rage. Yazoo was good for his trigger. He taunted the crybaby to his breaking point then stepped back to watch the glorious destruction.
That was another thing about Kadaj: he loved to see the downfall of the pathetic humans. Anything that hindered or took the life of one of the filthy beings always brought him immense pleasure. Especially when it was for the search or Mother. The screams were the reassurance of his life's mission. Surely this was what Sephiroth felt when he had his chance and failed? Gods, was it exhilarating.
Sephiroth. Kadaj refused to be that man's shadow. The failure had his chance and now Mother had chosen him, and he planned on exacting her revenge on the world without yielding to some would-be SOLDIER with a compensating sword as his weapon. No, he planned on killing said blonde and taking his place in his Mother's honor. That was where he truly wished to be. . . By her side.
Yes, Kadaj was different. He had the gall to take on Mother's will when the others lacked. He was the one that freed them. He would be the one to succeed where Sephiroth himself failed. He was Mother's chosen one, after all. Nothing else mattered.