[ABANDONED]
Who: Yazoo, Loz, Kadaj. (Open to Rufus and Cloud.)
When: Sometime after they are taken into custody.
Where: ShinRa headquarters.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: N/A.
Summary: Yazoo and Loz are being held captive at ShinRa. Kadaj visits.
It was difficult to tell if Yazoo woke because of the searing pain through his body, or if there was a searing pain through his body because he woke and was trying to move around. Doing as much proved to be a difficult task indeed; he felt bruised all over, hair clinging to his face, matted red from a wound somewhere on his scalp and another down one of his cheeks. His shoulders ached something terrible, and he could only guess that, wherever he was, someone had drug him the entire way there.
After a moment of restless, slightly panicked squirming, Yazoo went still and focused instead on breathing and regaining his bearings. He willed some of the pain away, biting it all back without a single sound, and only then did he attempt to open his eyes. Not that the vision that greeted him was anything spectacular, just the brown-grey of the overhead ceiling, cracked here and there, cobwebs in one corner. Still, he stared up at it for a nice long while until he worked up the energy to move again, pressing one hand to his left hip where he could vaguely recall the blade of a sword damned near cutting him in two. If it hadn’t been for his own quick reflexes or Loz-
Loz.
Instantly, he sat up straight, vision swimming from the effort and the nearly blinding, white-hot pain as his eyes scanned his surroundings for any sign of his brother. He hadn’t died, so surely Loz had made it out alive as well, right?
It wasn’t until he spotted Loz a good ten feet or so away and attempted to crawl toward him that he became aware of the chains. One shackle about each wrist and ankle, holding firm no matter how much he strained and pulled and tugged furiously at the restraints. He hissed, jerked violently against them, even attempted to pull one off of his wrist and discovering them too tight to do so.
ShinRa. That was where they had to be. The only logical place, at any rate. And, oh, it made him furious to think about it. How unfair. What had they done to deserve being caged up like animals? In Yazoo’s opinion, they’d been behaving pretty damned well. They’d made no attempt to break in to kidnap Jenova, nor had they caused any problems and... well, overall they’d kept to themselves, lurked to the farther North areas of the city where it was less populated, and nothing. They’d done nothing until ShinRa sent one of their spies to get involved in things, and Yazoo felt they’d done what anyone would do. They’d gotten rid of her. How wasn’t that fair trade? ShinRa had taken away Mother, after all. Yazoo felt it only right. At least they hadn’t kept the little blonde bitch that crossed their paths, they’d left her out in the open for ShinRa’s dogs to come fetch.
Yazoo eventually slumped back down onto his uninjured side, panting softly from his efforts and his head tilted to stare in his brother’s direction. He’d still not quite noticed anyone standing outside of their glass prison; all he was aware of was Loz, pain, frustration, and Jenova. Jenova in some room nearby, but still out of their reach. Still so very far away.
When: Sometime after they are taken into custody.
Where: ShinRa headquarters.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: N/A.
Summary: Yazoo and Loz are being held captive at ShinRa. Kadaj visits.
It was difficult to tell if Yazoo woke because of the searing pain through his body, or if there was a searing pain through his body because he woke and was trying to move around. Doing as much proved to be a difficult task indeed; he felt bruised all over, hair clinging to his face, matted red from a wound somewhere on his scalp and another down one of his cheeks. His shoulders ached something terrible, and he could only guess that, wherever he was, someone had drug him the entire way there.
After a moment of restless, slightly panicked squirming, Yazoo went still and focused instead on breathing and regaining his bearings. He willed some of the pain away, biting it all back without a single sound, and only then did he attempt to open his eyes. Not that the vision that greeted him was anything spectacular, just the brown-grey of the overhead ceiling, cracked here and there, cobwebs in one corner. Still, he stared up at it for a nice long while until he worked up the energy to move again, pressing one hand to his left hip where he could vaguely recall the blade of a sword damned near cutting him in two. If it hadn’t been for his own quick reflexes or Loz-
Loz.
Instantly, he sat up straight, vision swimming from the effort and the nearly blinding, white-hot pain as his eyes scanned his surroundings for any sign of his brother. He hadn’t died, so surely Loz had made it out alive as well, right?
It wasn’t until he spotted Loz a good ten feet or so away and attempted to crawl toward him that he became aware of the chains. One shackle about each wrist and ankle, holding firm no matter how much he strained and pulled and tugged furiously at the restraints. He hissed, jerked violently against them, even attempted to pull one off of his wrist and discovering them too tight to do so.
ShinRa. That was where they had to be. The only logical place, at any rate. And, oh, it made him furious to think about it. How unfair. What had they done to deserve being caged up like animals? In Yazoo’s opinion, they’d been behaving pretty damned well. They’d made no attempt to break in to kidnap Jenova, nor had they caused any problems and... well, overall they’d kept to themselves, lurked to the farther North areas of the city where it was less populated, and nothing. They’d done nothing until ShinRa sent one of their spies to get involved in things, and Yazoo felt they’d done what anyone would do. They’d gotten rid of her. How wasn’t that fair trade? ShinRa had taken away Mother, after all. Yazoo felt it only right. At least they hadn’t kept the little blonde bitch that crossed their paths, they’d left her out in the open for ShinRa’s dogs to come fetch.
Yazoo eventually slumped back down onto his uninjured side, panting softly from his efforts and his head tilted to stare in his brother’s direction. He’d still not quite noticed anyone standing outside of their glass prison; all he was aware of was Loz, pain, frustration, and Jenova. Jenova in some room nearby, but still out of their reach. Still so very far away.