My apologies for this not being very long guys. Its really just a sample for people to see how I write. If you read this and like it, please review, because more chapters are quite literally going to be based on whether you guys out there like it ;)

I'll write as much as people want, long as they enjoy it...

*There are a couple of Japanese phrases used, if you've watched Advent Children in Japanese (how its meant to be watched XD) you'll know them, but there is footnotes at the bottom.

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Chapter 1, Remnant

His first memory was rain.

He stood on the topmost spire, wet to the bone, but not shivering. He knew no cold.

He looked down. He gazed into the large puddle he was standing in and saw his reflection. He was fairly tall, his skin was as pale as the clouds he saw above him. He had long grey hair which reached past his shoulders, smooth and straight. He was dressed entirely in black leather, you could call it light armour judging by the way it was zipped up to his neck and came with shoulder pads. His blue-green eyes pierced his own thoughts, and in that moment, his reflection shifted, slightly, but violently. He knew who he was, and yet, like a newborn, he knew nothing.

The cold he was feeling was now coming from within, a yearning, tugging sensation, calling him deeper into the ruins of the Shinra Power Company. He walked, and there was only walking, yet he knew this was his purpose. There was nothing but the path, through rubble and wreckage and destruction and corpses. He walked.

After what seemed like an eternity, he arrived on a service platform. It was nothing but a thin sheet of metal preventing a hazardous drop into a nuclear fallout, and yet, this was the place. There was a figure at the other end of the platform. They walked toward each other, with the same automatic motion. They met at the dead centre, the middle of a reactor funnel.

Reunion. The one word that filled his mind.

'Yazoo', said the figure.

It was like he had a new identity, Yazoo was filled with purpose, he knew who he was and what was going on. Everything suddenly made sense, even though everything around him made no sense.

'Loz', he replied.

The first word he ever spoke, and yet he knew language, knew communication, like he had been learning it all his life. The word felt good, it rolled off the tongue, it was power and fear and menace and strength.

'There is another' said Loz.

No sooner had this been said, Yazoo began to see flaws in his rapidly evolving consciousness, it seems true and right a third sentient should exist...

'He will come to us...' said Yazoo

A door creaked open somewhere.

Instinctively, Yazoo had drawn and loaded his Velvet Nightmare. He hadn't even noticed he was wearing it before, and he had never held a gun before now, yet it felt instinctively right. He looked behind him, and saw Loz had moved exactly as he had, Velet Nightmare locked and loaded, and in addition his Dual Hound was armed and ready, the gauntlet than accentuated his physical strength in combat.

A figure leapt down from some great height, landing silently between them.

'Kadaj', they said together.

This was the alignment, this was how things were meant to be, Yazoo felt it so strongly it almost overcame the cold. They existed, and together they were all that was chaos, all that was the night. And yet, they were all standing idle, waiting for another to make the first move. Yazoo knew they had a purpose, but he couldn't remember what...He had a gun in his hand and he knew how to use it. His purpose was to kill. And that would do, for now...

'Jump' whispered Kadaj.

He remembered falling, for several minutes, but for every second of it he was in control, and it was glorious. He could fly, manipulate the air at his will, and the three of them landed without a sound on the cold metal surface below. In front of them was a door, the biggest door. It was those doors that lead to the outside world...

"Let's go"

His first steps outside felt like a new life. He looked around and saw grass, and animals, and apple trees. Dumbapples.

They had been friends, the three of them. The poet, the angel, and himself. Back in the days of honour, and glory, and fighting for what was right, and true. Angeal was poor as a child, he used to go to the orchard every afternoon and steal the Dumbapples. The poet was the son of a wealthy landowner who owned most of the orchard, along with the biggest Dumbapple tree. It was said that the Dumbapples on that tree tasted the sweetest, but Angeal never took apples from that tree. That was his honour, he never stole the Dumbapples from the tree of his friend's father, and yet, it was that same honour which drove Angeal to kill his own mother.

'How much longer can you live on that side?' The poet had said.

But it was gone now, the village, the orchard, the Dumbapples, even the poet and the angel. All evidence of misconduct left by Shinra Company was erased, that was company policy. And yet, here, in front of him, was a Dumbapple tree. Life must always be victorious, just like reunion.

'We need to find Mother' said Kadaj, sharply bringing Yazoo out of his relapse.

'Mother?'

Again, it was an instinctive feeling. There had to be a mother, it fit into his rapidly-evolving jigsaw puzzle, no life could exist without a mother. And yet, he had no concept of what his mother was. He had no concept of what he was. Only a strange yearning to find his mother, she was all he was, she would tell him what to do…

'You think too much, Yazoo' said Loz.

Realizing he had been quiet for a good amount of time, simply pondering this, Yazoo shook his head and re-entered reality. It was no good brooding, no purpose in life came free…

'Where's Mother?' he said.

A strange sob came from his left. He turned, and saw the tiniest fraction of a tear leak from Loz's eye.

'Don't cry, Loz', he teased.

Loz punched him on the arm, and it was the first time he had felt pain. Though only mild, it sent him reeling into a slight fit. This was a new feeling, but it was gone almost as soon as it had flared. He felt pain, therefore he was human. Therefore mother was human.

'I'm not crying!' grunted Loz.

'Come on, we need to keep moving, we need to find her' said Kadaj.

They took the path down from the ruined Shinra Power Company. It had the look of somewhere that had once been lush and full of nature, but now it was heavily industrialized. It occurred to Yazoo that it was odd they chose to walk down the steep path when they could just fly, and yet, he knew the small purpose they had could only be achieved by moving, learning, contently seeking answers, they existed to find Mother.

After walking some time, they arrived at a cliff face. At the foot of the cliff, there was a small town. People could be seen, like ants, going about their lives like clockwork. He could never remember a life like that, he could remember very little of anything…

'Asobouka?*' said Loz.

Kadaj laughed menacingly.

'Let's go' he said quietly…

The three of the jumped, all the way down the cliff face, and manoeuvred their landing right in the middle of town, weapons drawn. Their landing was so silent for a few seconds, people didn't even notice. Then, as the townsfolk became aware that three black leather-clad people with Katanas and Velvet Nightmares drawn, a small crowd started to amass around them. A few of them had drawn wooden spears, or even shovels.

'Where's Mother?' asked Kadaj.

'Your mother probably died of shock, after seeing you three...' jeered someone from the crowd.

'What do you want, scaring us like that' asked a shrilly, panicky voice.

'Mother he says, I'll send him running back to her, just let me at him' yelled a voice from the back.

Yazoo surveyed the crowd. It was really just a motley assortment of 30 or 40 villagers, probably most of the town. Some looked scared, some looked ready for a fight, some looked merely curious.

'Let's get em!' roared some nameless fool.

Before Yazoo knew what was happening, three men had run at him, pitchforks and shovels raised. He dispatched the first with the quick shot to the head, ducked a nasty shovel blow from the second while aiming a rolling kick which sent the third reeling. The second man went flying into a nearby fence with a sickening crunch. This had happened so quickly most of the townsfolk had barely seen it, but now, they were no longer a curious crowd. They were scared. A few of the women and children scarpered back to their homes and latched the door, but the majority of the crowd stood defiantly in their place.

'You've got no place here', said an important looking man in a brown overcoat.

'Who are you to tell me where my place is?' jeered Kadaj

'All we want is mother' said Loz, 'Tell us what you know'.

'No-one here remembers ever having seen you creeps anywhere round these parts. If you're really looking for a mother, then she's not here, and you'd best be off before we decide you're not welcome' said the man in the overcoat

'Uso!*' shouted Kadaj.

'What're you gonna do, throw hay at us?' jeered Loz.

'Now listen here!' roared the man, 'I don't like your attitudes, we've done you no harm, and I'll have you know, I've worked for SOLDIER, so I'm no pushover!'

SOLDIER. That word meant something, Yazoo was sure of it. He tried to remember, sometime, once, someone had called him SOLDIER.

It was a Wutai Captain. He remembered the scorn in his voice, that he was working to destroy the earth, supporting those who worked only for their own greed, and that they would be so bold as to oppose those who had lived on the land for thousands of years…He remembered wondering exactly why he was doing this, only for a second, before they engaged in combat. Slash, cut, slash, parry, flurry, slash, slash, parry, cut, lunge, cut, strike…He remembered the exact motions, even the gash on his arm he had taken…But the battle had nonetheless been short, and he had eliminated the Wutai Captain to prevent any future entanglements…it was so easy, killing a man.

Yazoo opened his eyes, and saw blue flames erupting from Kadaj's hands. He outstretched his arm at the man with the overcoat, and launched a burst of blue fire. Yazoo could feel the heat from where he was standing. However, the man with the overcoat dodged the burst, and lunged with his short sword. Kadaj caught a terrible blow to the chest and stumbled slightly. Yazoo and Loz stepped in, Yazoo firing several quick shots at the man, all of which were dodged or deflected. Loz armed his Dual Hound and lunged. He struck the man, and electricity channelled from the gauntlet, amplifying his power and paralysing the man. And yet, the man kept fighting. He aimed a few quick strikes at Loz, who parried, and then was thrown backwards by a sudden strike from Kadaj, who had regained his feet.

'You dare…' whispered Kadaj.

He stepped over the man, and through what remained of the crowd (most had panicked and fled) and stepped up onto a small monument, from which everyone could hear him.

'Help us or die!' he yelled.

It was raining. The sun had was going down and the light was fading fast. Kadaj was clearly visible due to the bright blue flames issuing from his hands, but most of the villagers had used the darkness as cover to make a quick exit. Where was the honour in killing a few innocent civilians for information they didn't have…

'They've all run home, we won't get much from anyone…' said Loz

Kadaj grunted dismissively. A small girl had run out from her home to comfort the overcoat man. He didn't look good. He was covered in blood and he had a terrible chest wound, running almost the entire length of his upper body.

'Everything will be ok, Bianca' he whispered.

'No father, not now, you can't leave just me, not just me on my own, please…' wept Bianca.

He was dying, Yazoo could see it. A few more minutes and he was dead. He wondered what was honourable to do now.

'YOU DID THIS' screamed the girl, her voice wracked with pain. The tears were falling down her cheeks like the rain that was falling still.

Yazoo looked at Kadaj. So did Loz.

'Leave her'.

'You're the boss' replied Loz.

Loz and Kadaj began down the track that lead out of the village. Yazoo stood. He looked at the child lying over her dead father, crying her little heart out. She had no mother, Yazoo could tell, just like him. He couldn't just leave her. Yet he knew not what to do. He knew only to kill. The honourable thing, the hardest thing, would be to shoot that girl where she lay, so she would never have to live a life with no parents. She could really be no older than 7 or 8, it should really be easy. Yazoo stood. He lived for honour. He lived to kill.

He shot.

The last thing he remembered, was rain.

*Japanese Vocab:

Uso! - Liar!

Asobouka? - Wanna Play?

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