Hello everyone, it has been awhile since I posted or updated anything. I have been in the Final Fantasy mood lately and so I am working on this instead of my other stories. They have not been forgotten though!

Anyways enjoy~ For some reason it won't let me add the line under this...Oh well.

Yazoo sat on the pure white bed in the empty white room, he was in nothing but a strait jacket and a simple pair of pants, his long silver hair fell in front of his face as he glared at the opposite end of the room with vengeful emerald green snake like eyes. He was not going to let them rule him, they could capture him, they could beat and torture him to their heart's content, but he was not going to break. He had been careless when he and his brother Loz had confronted Cloud that last time, the explosion had not killed him, either that or like Strife, he had been brought back for reasons unknown.

The voices and faces all melded together into one as they came and left his room, when he was not being interrogated for information that he did not possess. He had followed Kadaj in his scheme to find mother, that was all he and Loz had known at the time was that they were looking for mother and to have a reunion. Kadaj had told them that was all that they needed to know and they accepted their younger brother's words and went along with it all. Though, it had ended in failure, Sephiroth had been brought back but the man messed everything up and was defeated.

He narrowed his eyes at the thought, he was hunched in on himself like a snake poised to strike, he had not uttered one word or even a pained gasp from his torturers. He had no need to talk to them, they were not even worth the air that they breathed in. He would have clenched his fists if they had not been restrained.

His face was bruised and cuts littered his once perfect features, if the jacket was removed the same thing could be found under it as well. He had been visited by many scientists as well, they seemed to be trying to figure something out using his blood, he could only guess they are trying to figure out if they can extract the Jenova cells from inside him or if they can make a new Sephiroth using his DNA, either way it was not ideal and the constant, jabs and stabs of the needles were getting on his nerves.

Yazoo shifted on his tiny bed closing his eyes for a bit, he could hear the footsteps and wondered who it was, by the sounds of it, it was Tseng. He could assume that the man enjoyed torturing him considering what he had done to him along with Loz, Kadaj never partook in torturing them, he preferred to ask the questions and let Loz and him extract the answers. They never did tell them where mother was, their wills had been admirable.

With Shinra it was like a game of cat and mouse, except they were under the impression that Yazoo was the mouse, that he was hiding the truth from them and scurrying around to save himself. They were fools, he was the cat. Just waiting to pounce as he played around making them think he has given up.

The only Turks he saw were Elena and Tseng, strangely the other two did not come by to interrogate and when he was listening through the thin doors, he heard Reno being told he did not have clearance to go to where he was. It was strange, but he had thought nothing of it. Those two were incompetent and most likely Rufus was worried that they would let him go with their idiocy. He sort of wished that he could move his arms around a bit, but the only times he was allowed to take the jacket off was when he was either bathing or having his blood drawn. It was an endless cycle that he was going to put a stop to one day; he would not let the rest of his existence be inside a small cell like room being a test subject.

Laying back on his bed a small chuckle escaped his lips; some of the scientists were even scared of him due to his similarities to Sephiroth. It was the company's fault that he existed to begin with, they made Sephiroth and by making him and using him as a tool they helped with his insanity. The incident in Nibelhiem just sent him over the edge fully, all Shinra wanted to do was repeat the past over and over again until there was nothing left of the planet.

His eyes slid shut again as the doors opened signaling more hours of pain and torture from the Turks and Scientists, he did not have any emotions to express about it as the doors slid shut behind them.

7th Heaven Bar

Reno looked at his drink as thoughts swirled around in his head, it has been five months since the remnants shown up, and thoughts of them kept coming back despite his efforts to keep them away. It seemed as if they were made for one thing and did not care for anything else, besides looking for Jenova, it seemed like it would have been a sad existence if they had lived, forever searching for that monster and not finding her.

As a Turk he would have made sure that they had not found their "mother" though Rufus had revealed where the box was and attempted to destroy it knowing he was cornered. At times he hated his job, watching people come and go was hard and knowing that your employer was the cause of everyone's misfortune was harder. Some people hated the Turks with a passion almost as much as they hated Rufus himself, they acted like it did not bother them, but it did put a damper on social gatherings. Cloud and his friends were basically the only ones who accepted the Turks and understood why they still worked for Shinra besides the awesome pay.

Most have already begun to forget about the remnant incident, but he could not let it go so easily. He felt like something or someone was slipping through his fingers, it was nerve wracking and often made him pull at his hair, he had so many questions, but no answers for them. The most prominent question was why Rude and himself were not allowed to go to the back of the research building. They were always stopped by left over solider members or by Tseng; sometimes to distract them they were given assignments to complete with a time limit.

He hoped that they are not trying to make another Sephiroth or any other weapon, he looked up from his drink his crimson hair falling over his shoulder a bit, and he needed to know what was being kept from him and Rude. Normally he would not care and just go about his life like he normally would, but it was just bugging him for some reason and he was determined to find out what that reason was. He narrowed his blue eyes a bit as he stood up from the table ignoring the glares from civilians and the concerned looks of Tifa, Denzel, Marlene, and Rude as he silently walked out of the bar after placing his gil on the counter to pay for the untouched drink. Everything seemed like a game of cat and mouse to him, Rufus was the cat stalking and waiting to pounce on something that would bring him back to former glory, well that is what he assumed.

If that was the case he knew that he had to at least try and talk him out of it, the uneasy feeling that he got when thinking of his boss and what might happen in the future coming back to him as he made his way to the lodge where his boss stayed.

Research Lab

It did not last as long as usual, that meant that something unexpected came up and it had their immediate attention. He had never felt so pathetic in his life as he tried to move but failed, he did not have the jacket on like usual and he felt relieved for that. His silver hair pooling on the floor as he tried to lift himself up on his thin bruised arms, gritting his teeth in anger at how pathetic he had become and what those humans reduced him to. He would kill them all one day, there was no use going after Jenova cells, and there were none left after the battle between Cloud and Kadaj. So the only sensible thing to do would be to kill everyone that had made him into the pathetic wretch he currently was.

Yazoo coughed a bit some blood falling past his thin pale lips and on to the floor; the Turks must really want the information on how he came to exist badly since their interrogation was worse than usual. He did not even know how he came to exist; the fools were wasting their time and energy on him. His green eyes glazed over a bit from the pain, they may have him locked up now, but it will not be forever. They were just bidding time and giving themselves extra days, though in the end their deaths will only be slow and painful.

The Sephiroth look alike managed to stand up and go to the small bed he was given, he laid his tired pain filled body on it, the emotions he thought were no longer in his body running rampant. Mainly the pain stood out, he remembered past battles and how he never felt any of the damage that had been inflicted on him. Even when he had been dying before the explosion that entire time all he had felt was anger over the fact Cloud had killed Kadaj and that he betrayed them.

He chuckled to himself as he placed his head on the pillow, his silver hair falling over it and off the bed in waves as he raised a hand to look at the black and purple bruises on the white canvas that was his skin, he kept laughing to himself for no reason other than the fact that his life for now was not in his hands and that things were most likely going to get worse. Maybe this is why he had been brought back, to suffer the punishment that could not be inflicted on Sephiroth, Kadaj, or Loz. Those last moments in Cloud's arms had changed Kadaj and he saw that he did not dissolve with black lifestream, he did not know why Loz was not around, and maybe the same thing happened to him as well.

He had heard a kind voice telling him that he did not need to worry anymore and that he did not have to continue with his struggles. He had turned away from the voice and refused to listen to the voice. That could be the reason why he was sent back like this, he sighed a bit as his laughter ceased as suddenly as it begun, and it would not have worked out for them if Loz had been captured anyway. The man would have ripped through them like paper; he was not much of a physical fighter and depended on guns and materia to fight.

After a few minutes he decided not to think on it anymore, it was just a waste of his time currently to think of the past like that, all he needed to do was bid his time and wait for the opportunity to get rid of these people to come. A wicked smile came onto his face at the thought of ending their lives, they should have killed those two Turks instead of leaving them for dead like they had done, at the time they were unable to flat out kill them since Kadaj had been insisting they find mother on their own and so they dumped the half dead bodies of the two.

Unable to keep conscious he fell asleep, his hand falling to rest on his stomach. He looked harmless when he was asleep, the storm that was locked up inside of him unnoticed once his eyes closed.

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