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Part 2.

"Do you really mean that?" Loz questioned in disbelief, hurrying after the other speedily moving figure. "Are you really serious? Yazoo?"

Yazoo didn't answer, just kept purposefully gliding along in a swish of flowing leather and softly swinging hair, cutting a path through the eerily illuminated trees in silence but with a very clear intent to his long-legged stride.

"Guess you are," Loz said with slow amazement. He didn't actually expect Yazoo to go for this stupidly romantic plan of his - not that it was a plan at all, only a dumb daydream he never thought would happen, but now, thanks to Yazoo's unexpected impulsiveness, it appeared that it was going to. Loz was usually the impulsive one, doing or saying things without thinking them through while Yazoo was generally the brooder, the ponderer, the quiet, thoughtful one who only spoke or acted when needed. He didn't make spur of the moment decisions like this, not without Kadaj's say so. The fact that he just did made Loz's respect and awe for his middle brother grow ten times as high and with a sense of increasing excitement, Loz sped up his pace, following the slim outline of Yazoo through the frozen forest.

It was surprisingly easy to evade Kadaj and give him the slip. He was sitting with his legs crossed on the ground, in a small patch of grass already flattened by previous hours of conference. The spot was surrounded by a circle of boulders, creating a kind of temple that afforded him privacy and solitude, both very important to him when meditating like this. The younger remnant had his eyes closed and was deep in mind-meld with Mother, his Souba laying lengthwise across his thighs, one gloved hand curled around the hilt, ready to awaken and spring into battle if disturbed. He did not like to be interrupted when speaking to Mother and Gods help you if you dared to. If he sensed the two stealthy presences behind him, he did not react, knowing they were only his brothers and therefore not a threat so he stayed as silent and unseeing as before, his pale-grey hair shrouding his still face like the hood of a monk. Quietly and quickly pushing their bikes away, Loz and Yazoo did not start them until they were out of earshot and then they swung onto the huge, rumbling machines and tore off with motors revving and tires spinning. The power of the engine surged between his well-muscled thighs and Loz grinned, feeling naughty and exhilarated, like he was skipping school or breaking out of jail or something.

While the forest whizzed by in a blur of white, Yazoo slightly in front of him and Loz adopting the protective rear position, the older male turned back and checked behind his bike a few times, making sure Kadaj wasn't coming after them screaming obscenities and waving his double-blade in fury at their deceitful departure, but the road remained empty, except for them. Besides, it would be a bit hard for Kadaj to get his motorcycle started, not with the wires Loz had unplugged before they left. It was nothing Kadaj couldn't fix himself but by the time he found out what Loz had done and repaired it, they'd be long gone. Boy, Kadaj was gonna be so fucking pissed at him for this. But for once in his life, Loz didn't care what his bossy little brother thought so he chuckled deeply and gunned the motor harder, hearing the roar of the evening air rushing past his ears in a deafening whistle.

That was the sound of freedom.

As they rode, somehow knowing which way to go without even speaking, Loz glanced across at his partner in crime. Yazoo was leaning forward into the wind, hair blowing back out of his face in a silver stream and a tiny little smile dancing upon his lips. His enigmatic sibling wasn't known for showing a lot of emotion at the best of times but at that moment Yazoo almost looked like he was enjoying himself. It made Loz so happy to see him like that and when he met his brother's gleaming green eyes, he smiled.


Yazoo´s own ghost of a smile widened a bit as he saw how his delighted his older brother seemed by their little ‘field trip’. The moment faded though, and he looked straight back ahead, his eyes searching for an appropriate establishment that would serve their purposes.
After a while he spotted a cubical object near the dusty road – that at the same time was the only human made thing far and wide. The desert was utterly silent and lifeless, apart from them and probably the inn.

When they came nearer it also became apparent that this hovel was far from the luxury resort Loz must have had in mind. Still, there was nothing else for them to go to, and frankly Yazoo didn´t care about the motel´s state, as long as it had a roof. He parked the bike before the office, noticing that they seemed to be the only customers from the lack of other vehicles.
The long haired remnant leaned back, his gaze gliding over the red doors, whose colour were bleached from the sun; the parking lot where the wind moved the sandy dust from one corner to the next, and finally the office with it´s dirty glass windows.

“What now, ‘leader’?” he finally purred into Loz´ direction in a slightly teasing tone, inclining his head at him. It had been Loz’ idea after all...


Leader. Hmm. Loz liked the sound of that. Having Yazoo wait for instructions from him - and actually /ask/ for instructions - gave Loz a sense of authority he wasn't used to feeling. But it was very cool. Made him feel powerful and not just on the outside. Giving orders and making decisions, getting other people to do what he wanted by just telling them to...He could get used to this. Oh yeah, he sure could. And as the new, if only temporary, leader he was about to make his first ruling decision.

"No." He shook his head, assessing the building they were parked in front of with narrowed eyes. "No, this won't do, Yazoo."

He knew that his brother didn't care one bit about the standard of the motel they'd be staying at. As Loz stated before, Yazoo didn't care much about anything so it certainly wouldn't bother him that this place was a dilapidated shit-hole that ought to be bulldozed to the ground. But it did Loz. It bothered him. A lot. When he said he wanted to take Yazoo away from everything, this is not what he meant. Yazoo ought to lie on clean, satin sheets on a nice, big soft bed, not on a lumpy, bug-infested one with holey, stained linen. It didn't seem right to put all that silver, pale beauty on such ugliness and squalor. This was /his/ fantasy after all, and if they were going to do it, they may as well go all out and do it properly. He could afford it. The last guy he beat up and robbed had a wallet full of Gil and it's now sitting in his jacket pocket waiting to be spent. As Loz was the older one here, and now in charge, it should be his duty to take care of his younger brother. Yazoo deserved better than this.

"We'll keep going. Look for something else," he declared. "Besides, we're not far enough away from Kadaj yet. He could find us here. Dunno about you but dealing with his crap is the last thing I want right now."

Loz prepared to pull out of the parking lot, letting the brake off his still-rumbling bike. He threw a challenging look over his broad shoulder, meeting Yazoo's inquiring gaze.

"You comin'?"


Indifferently shrugging, Yazoo leaned forward again and with a dusty cloud starting behind him he followed Loz. It was Loz´ decision and if his older sibling didn´t like that motel and decided to drive one time around the globe he´d go with it.
Yazoo briefly wondered if Kadaj had noticed their absence by now, but the weak mental connection he had with him didn´t indicate any fury from the other end of the line. Well, it wasn´t like he cared anyway.

His mind was focused now on finding whatever suited Loz´ tastes.


A couple of hours and a refueling stop later, Loz was looking around the hotel room he'd just paid for, glad he'd decided to waste the extra money and time spent looking for a place such as this. Even the weird looks he was getting from the office clerk (who must have thought they were queer since Loz only asked for one bed) was worth it.

"Now, /that's/ what I'm talkin' about," he drawled in satisfaction, gazing around at the large space with its queen-sized bed, mounds of pillows, the thick luxurious carpet and charcoal grey furniture - suede leather, he noted. There was a huge flat-screen television mounted on one wall, a writing desk, a small refrigerator, a couple of plush lounge chairs and a couch big enough for two. Everything was either white, grey or black and the colour tones and choices of decor made the room appear modern, sophisticated and stylish but best of all, clean. There would be no bugs in this bed. It might not have satin sheets but they were guaranteed to be fresh and spotless and feel good against bare skin.

As he wandered eagerly around the room, opening doors and peeking in drawers, testing the mattress by sitting and bouncing on it, running his hand over the soft suede of the back of the couch and exclaiming in delight at all the goodies stocked in the mini-bar, he was aware that he must look like a big, excitable kid to Yazoo but at that moment, Loz felt like one. This was fun. And they hadn't even ordered room service yet! This was so not the sort of upmarket establishment Loz was used to staying at and seemed like the type of place that wealthy business executives would frequent but tonight was a special occasion so what the hell. A little luxury never hurt anyone and a well-earned break was long overdue for both of them. Yazoo probably wasn't anywhere near as impressed as him by a simple furnished room but it was damn difficult to impress Yazoo at the best of times. Besides, Loz was the leader now and the leader always gets what the leader wants.

"I'm gonna take a shower," he announced, keen to wash the road-dust out of his pores so he could start relaxing. Yazoo may wish to refresh himself as well after all that traveling, and maybe shampoo his long hair, but Loz was the boss so he got to go first. Walking into the sparkling bathroom, his eyebrows lifted as he saw the spa tub set in one corner of the room.

"Sweeeet," he commented, a grin inching across his face. Forgetting the shower, he stuck the plug in the bottom of the bath and began filling it with hot water, dumping in an entire hotel-sized bottle of gel body wash, just so he could have lots of bubbles. Loz liked bubbles. As the spa filled, he unsnapped his chest-straps and unzipped his jacket, dumping it on the tiled floor. His boots and pants soon joined the jacket and Loz habitually checked his unclothed form out in the mirror, flexing his muscles, pleased with what he saw there. He knew he had a good body - powerful and large, the complete opposite to Yazoo's slim elegance. Not that Yazoo's body wasn't attractive. It was just a different sort of attractiveness. A more girlish sort of one - but no less powerful or strong - the contrast of hard and soft probably why Loz wanted to touch it all the time, not that he got to do that very often. Kadaj's orders and tireless searching for Mother never left much opportunity to play. That's why tonight was so important to Loz and why he had longed so badly for a chance to get away and bring Yazoo with him.

He turned the spa-jets on and stepped into the bubbly froth, groaning as he let himself sink down to his chest, starting to feel the travel-aches and pains dissipating in the hot swirling water. As he leaned back onto the edge of the spa and rolled his head from side to side to crack the kinks out of his neck, he wondered what his prettier brother was doing out there in the room. He was being very quiet; most likely staring blankly through the window at the night-time city view, thinking depressing thoughts, or maybe nothing at all. Though they shared a close bond, it was still hard to tell what was going on in his brother's mind sometimes.

"Hey, Yazoo!" he bellowed, determined to make the most of this leader thing. "Get your skinny ass in here. And bring me a beer!"


Yazoo couldn´t quite share Loz´ exuberant excitement, but it did please him that his brother apparently was happy. While Loz was off to have a shower - something he wouldn´t mind either, since the ride had been relatively strenuous- Yazoo slowly sank down in one of the comfortable chairs, his fingers absently trailing over the leather armrest, just where Loz´ hands had been not 15 minutes ago. It felt... nice.

His eyes drifted off to the large window as if they were drawn to it naturally. Manmade things just could hold his interest -save for his precious gun and his bike-, it was the wide, infinite sky that came close to something he would call 'beautiful' and admire. Just a few minutes to look into the blue that stretched all over them was enough to feel how deeply insignificant everything going on down the planet was, how utterly... senseless. He could not comprehend why people graved for money, power and more money, it seemed such a burden to him. This was not to say that he didn´t appreciate the power he held on his own. He knew that if he wanted to he could manipulate almost everything out of everyone, and his looks usually did the trick alone. But it was nothing Yazoo had to work for to gain or keep. It was simply there and it came in handy sometimes, but if this ‘gift’, his allure, would have been gone from one day to the other he wouldn´t have missed it and nothing much would have changed for him. Apart from Kadaj throwing a hissy fit, that is.

No, all Yazoo needed was his brothers and Mother (if they would hopefully ever find her), and some quiet every once in a while. He was really wondering how things´d change, once they had found Mother...

“Hey, Yazoo!” It suddenly barked from the bathroom. “Get your skinny ass in here. And bring me a beer!”

Slowly a silver brow was lifted, as Yazoo´s eyes travelled over to the bathroom door. Loz seemed to take his new role as the ‘leader’ very serious, it seemed. His lips curled up into a wry sneer, but still he couldn´t deny the strange jolt that Loz´ bellowed order had sent through his stomach. Interesting...

Rising from his seat, the silver haired man walked over to the fridge and grabbed for a bottle without even looking at it. The bottle cap clattered to the ground before he reached the bathroom, and a bit of beer foam ran down the bottle and over his fingers.

Once Yazoo entered his eyes were automatically drawn to Loz sitting in the bubble invested tub, with only his upper body being visible. Yazoo´s gaze glided over the white, wet skin and hard muscles, before he forced his gaze back to his beautiful brother´s face. At least Loz seemed satisfied and happy.

Yazoo leaned his own slender body against the door frame, calm gaze resting heavily on his brother in the tub. The beer bottle was still in his hand, and he guided it to his mouth, taking a sip without breaking eye contact with Loz. He didn´t particularly like beer and he wasn´t even thirsty. It was a simple gesture for Loz to remember that Yazoo was a free being and that he followed Loz´s lead out of his own will, and just for as long as he decided he wanted to.

The brief, intense moment was gone when he lowered the beer bottle again and slowly walked to the tub to hand it over to Loz, asking with his head tilted in a languid fashion, “Are you having fun?”