No One To Trust

Racing down the highway at top speed his destination was his cabin in the woods. It held most of his money and a new identity so he could sort this mess without the organization finding him first. He had already rid himself of anything that they could use to find him. He hoped that they would go to his home first before looking anywhere else so as to give him the time he needed to escape.



He pulled up to the isolated cabin and made sure to velvet nightmare hidden, but ready in case someone was waiting for him. He turned off his bike and made his way into the cold dark cabin. His ears listening for any movement and his eyes searching for any sign of another person. His heart was thumping loudly in his chest as he crouched down to open the safe. As soon as he turned around he found two blades inches from his face. Looking up from the blades he saw the cold hard stare of a seething mad Kadaj.



“No smirk or smartass comment?” Kadaj asked eyes flashing wild and crazy as he licked his lower lip staring at his prey. Yazoo narrowed his eyes at the younger man.



“It was you. You couldn’t handle thinking that someone might be better than you?” Yazoo growled from his throat thumbing his gun and waiting for the outburst.



“SHE LOVED ME! SHE CHOSE ME FIRST! YOU KILLED MY REASON FOR LIVING!” Kadaj snarled maniacally pulling the blades back to thrust into Yazoo’s eyes.



In Kadaj’s rage he didn’t think of the fact that Yazoo always carried his piece with him. That split second gave Yazoo the time to whip out his gun and shot Kadaj in the kneecap making him howl and fall to the floor at the intense searing pain. Yazoo was already on his feet with the gun still aimed at him.



“Tell me the truth Kadaj. Did you switch the envelopes?” Yazoo gritted out.



“No, I….I loved her. We were lovers…We were going to rule the world together.” Kadaj sobbed, but Yazoo didn’t know if he was crying from the wound or the loss of his lover. It could also have been a trick to buy more time. Whatever it was Yazoo didn’t care as he started to walk away from the bleeding form of Kadaj.



“The minute you think you are safe. The minute you find happiness. That is the minute that I make sure that it is all taken away from you.” Kadaj whimpered



Yazoo looked over his shoulder at the mournful face of Kadaj. “Like to see you try.” He said taking aiming and shooting the younger man one more time. A screeching yelp filled the surrounding forest as Yazoo dashed from the cabin and back onto his bike tearing off down the dirt road.



Kadaj’s words seemed to stay in his head, but he couldn’t understand why. It wasn’t like he had family or friends to be concerned about. Yazoo had been an orphan and as he grew up he never really let anyone get too close to him. People came and went, but no one ever stayed in his life long enough to try and understand him. He was also pretty good at keeping his distance and pushing others away.



When he was old enough he joined the army and found his special talent. It was also the place where he learned of the organization. Yazoo was approached at a ceremony by a retired general named Sephiroth. The money was what lured him into the dark world to start, but the more blood on his hands the harder it was to leave.



A keen since of freedom as the wind licked his face and he tried to forget those words. He had one last ace up his sleeve that the organization didn’t know about. A small town hidden away from the rest of world. He had found it when he had been tracking a hit and purchased a home there. Of course he had not seen the place in couple of years. It would already have furniture, but he would still have to stop for food and clothing.



A few days later he reached the small town and could feel the eyes of the town’s people watching him. He never liked to be the center of attention and normally would shy away from any type of crowd. He quickly realized that it was his outfit that was attracting the looks. He figured that a man dressed in all black leather, riding a motorcycle with long silver hair was not an everyday occurrence. He really didn’t look like the ordinary guy that he was being forced to become.



Deciding that clothes would be the best things to get first. He found a men’s apparel store not to far into the town. He grabbed jeans and just some simple shirts so he didn’t come off as flashy in any way. He stared at his reflection in the mirror and tilted his head. This guy didn’t look or feel like him, but this was him for now and maybe forever. He looked at his leather jacket and decided that everything else could change but he was keeping his hair and jacket.



He exited the clothing store and got back on his bike. He was still receiving looks, but nothing like he had been. He felt himself relax a little, but never totally. Being paranoid would keep him alive and be his friend till this mess was figured out.



Pulling up to his house as the sun was starting to go down he noticed that the lights were on. Turning off his bike and making sure that his gun was ready he crept to the door and kicked it open. The sounds of screaming kids filled his ears as a woman with long dark silken hair and well-toned body ran from the kitchen with a butcher knife in her hand ready to fillet him.



“Who are you and why are you in my house?” Yazoo asked his hand still hidden in his jacket thumbing his gun. It didn’t seem right that an assassin would bring kids.



“Your house…This is your house?” The woman said softly lowering the knife.



“Yes, my house, my furniture and my knife that you were going to stab me with.” Yazoo said walking over and taking it away from her. “You didn’t answer me.”



“We found this place a few months back and thought it had been abandoned.” The woman replied sorrowfully and looked to the frightened children.



He could feel a headache coming on fast as he looked to the kids, but the smell of a home cooked meal was filling his senses and his stomach was growling at him.



“Are you all runaways?” He asked and immediately wished that he had not.



“It’s complicated, but um oh I am Tifa and that is Marlene and Denzel.” She said pointing to the children who were finally starting to calm down some.



“Yes well I have my own …complications girl.” He smirked walking into the kitchen.



She hurried after him. “I’m not a girl. I’m eighteen.” She huffed crossing her arms.



Yazoo set the knife on the counter and leaned against it clapping his hands, “Wow eighteen and already a kidnapper. Can’t wait to see what you are up to in ten years.”



“I am not a kidnapper. I couldn’t leave them behind after I was…” Yazoo held up his hand to stop her. He didn’t need to know or be dragged into their problems.



“I don’t care. You and your friends over there need to leave.” He said pushing off the counter and walking away. The truth is the eighteen-year-old could have stayed. He could think of lots of ideas to keep him from being bored with her sweet body.



“Please, don’t make us leave. Please Denzel and I will be good. We will stay out of your way. Just don’t make me go back there.” Marlene said running up to him.



He stared down at her as she started to cry and noticed that the other two were not in hearing range. If she was so dead set on staying he may as well test her loyalty. “You will do what I tell you to? Never question what I tell you to do no matter what it is?” He asked in a whispered voice kneeling down in front of the girl.



“Yes.” She said looking him straight in the eyes with no doubt in her voice.



“Hm, What if I asked you to kill someone?” He asked with a dead calm in his voice.



“I…yes as long as we can stay here.” She said a little shaky and less convincing.



“You tell ‘whatever’ they are to you that you all can stay, but I do not want to be bothered. I do not want to be questioned. The first sign of any trouble you all hide. Find a place and don’t even tell me about. If anyone comes to the door looking for me the same thing applies.” Yazoo finished. Her face lit up and she tossed her arms around his neck making him freeze in his spot.



“Thank you.” She said letting him go and running back to the other two.



Yazoo frowned shaking his head knowing that this was a bad idea. He headed to one of the rooms opening the door and quickly realized that it must belong to the children. So headed for the master bedroom to find clothes strewn about the room. He grumbled as he heard the footsteps of someone walking up behind him.



“I can move my stuff. You should have the master since it is your house.” Tifa said handing him a plate of food and walking away. He smirked as he watched her hips sway, but the frown returned when remembered why he was there in the first place.



“Fuck, I really don’t need this shit.” He grumbled walking into the room with the food.