Mutation

I asked Yazuu last night, after I had given him my father’s ring. It’s not often that I catch him speechless, but this was one of those occasions. He compensated wonderfully by kissing me dizzy. I allowed myself to get caught up in the moment until I was breathless.

Between kisses I asked him to make love to me, practically begged him in that pleading voice that I know gets to him. I know that he loves taking me, being the one on top, and that he’s missed it since I came back from the hospital. I thought that this time he was finally going to give into me, and give me the final ‘dose’ that I wanted. But the sneaky bastard got me all worked up and on my back, then at the last moment, instead of slipping into me, he sat on me. I wasn’t going to complain of course, it wasn’t the right moment, and my mind was on other things.

I brought it up the next morning, and we ended up having a fight over it. It was nothing that I hadn’t already expected him to bring up. He accused me of wanting to seal my death, that I was being selfish. I told him that if I was going to die from this, then one more ‘dose’ was not going to destroy me.

I dressed myself quickly and started to storm out of our room. I got to the door when I sensed his fear that I wouldn’t be coming back. I stopped and turned to him, telling him that if I didn’t intend to come back, I would have asked for the ring back. I know that made him stop and think about things, and I can only wonder what my eyes did at that moment, I wasn’t going to ask.

I passed Kadaj on my way out, pushing past him roughly, when a thought came into my mind. I caught his arm, and held him for the moment. I sensed his surprise and inwardly smirked. I’ve been hiding how much I have changed from all of them, and now Kadaj has a little idea as to how much. I leaned in and growled softly so that only he could hear.

“If you want to make up for what you did to me, you’ll come and find me tonight.” He was about to protest when I pushed him aside and left the place. I know that normally Kadaj could have thrown me off and hurt me badly. I knew he wouldn’t though, not with the others so close and ready to come to my rescue. I wonder if my eyes had flashed green for a moment there as well, because I could sense the fear from him, the little amount there was.

I took off for the day, covering my tracks, but leaving enough of a trail for Kadaj to find me if he wanted. I knew he would come looking for me, but he wasn’t going to need to follow a trail. I waited for him in my old place.

I haven’t been here since Yazuu moved me into the bar with him. The place needs dusting, but other then that, everything is as it should be. The shelf full of the ‘trophies’ I stole over the years, baskets full of change, jewelry, and odds and ends. The boxes full of old ShinRa files and disks, security tapes and other things that Smash Cat and Icarus had me steal for them.

I idly looked about the house as though it were somebody else’s place. I heard Kadaj’s motorcycle pull up outside, and I stepped into place. I wasn’t sure just what I was going to do, but at this moment I didn’t really care. I heard him hesitate outside the door, but I knew he’d come inside. One thing that I have learned about Kadaj, is that he blames himself for things, and believes that only the people that he feels he has wronged can pass judgment on him. I knew he’d come because he needs me to pass judgment for him.

I smirked as I watched him walk through the house, not knowing what to expect, waiting for the trap to spring. He paused at my shelf of trophies, looking over the things I had stolen. I slipped up behind him, pressing one of the knives against the side of his neck, my other arm going around his waist.

“You and I both know that you can get out of this,” I purred against his ear, he smelled so good. “But, you’re not going to fight this… that much at least.” I smirked as I pressed the tip of the knife into his neck, then flicked it out, leaving a long deep cut on his neck.

He growled and ripped away from me, holding his neck. I simply laughed out him, seeing the reflection of my eyes in the window, glowing green. Kadaj hesitated a moment at seeing my eyes again. This was all I needed to rush him and sink the knife into his shoulder as far as it could go, disabling his arm and causing him to scream out.

“Remember this knife Kadaj?” I could see the confusion in his eyes. “It’s one of the ones you used on me that night.” Then with a little slight of hand, I had a second knife out and in his other shoulder, before he could react much.

He tried kicking me, but I was expecting it. After all, I know what goes through the mind of a person who knows they are about to be raped. I wasn’t sure if I was going to make Kadaj suffer that much just yet, but I knew that I needed to make him suffer, and that I was going to take the final ‘dose’ that I needed. Even if it was just another couple mouthfuls of his blood.

He screamed and protested, but I had blocked it all out. At this point I was just numb, and I knew he could sense it. I back handed him hard enough to knock him across the room. He fell to the floor with a crash, but he wasn’t really fighting back.

This made me angry, as I hauled him back to his feet. How dare he not fight back, when I had fought as hard as I could that night five months ago. How could he not fight to protect himself for whatever I was about to do.

I think I snapped about then, because I do not remember much of the thought process for what I was doing next.

I dragged him into the kitchen, throwing him to the floor before dumping out one of the drawers onto the counter. I had gadgets for all sorts of things, most of them I had no idea what they were used for, except that most of them were sharp. I grabbed the closed knife then started cutting and ripping away Kadaj’s clothing. I had him flipped on his stomach, and I could feel him trying to struggle. Once done with that knife, I stabbed it deeply into his thigh.

I looked over his backside, reaching out to feel the skin with my fingertips. He was as soft as I had imagined; though I don’t remember having thought about that before this moment. My eyes were drawn to the tattoo on his back, and I growled, reaching for another knife that was close. Something about that tattoo made me angry, and I knew that I wanted it, that Kadaj didn’t deserve to have it any more.

So I cut it out of him. I cut it out in a neat little square right down to the muscle, then skinned it off of him. That caused him to scream and actually start to really fight back against me. So I sunk the knife into his hip, close to the joint.

At this point I flipped him onto his back. I could smell the salty tears before I saw them, and this made me smile. He was near helpless to stop what I was going to do to him, and it gave me this rush that I actually had some sort of power over Kadaj. I wasn’t going to let it go to my head though, he was still dangerous.

I ran my hands over his chest as I leaned down to lick away some of the tears, and he tried to bite me. I pulled back, then laughed at him. It sent shivers even down my spine. I back handed him again, then reach for a glass, smashing it against the floor. I choice the largest piece, then trailed it over his skin.

The scent of his blood had flooded my senses long ago, and I knew I just had to have it. My own blood burned with need for it, but I needed to finish serving Kadaj my brand of justice first.

“I don’t believe I have had the chance to thank you Kadaj, for nearly killing me and forcing me to drink you blood. In a twisted way, that is precisely what I needed in order to survive this mutation.” I could see the confusion in his eyes, it made me smirk. “You see, if I had continued to go on with Yazuu the way we had been, then I would have been slated to death. But, because of your insane jealousy for your brother, you gave me the time needed for my body to adapt to the changes. You gave me time to adjust to the mutations that had started some time ago.”

I jabbed the piece of glass into his chest, ignoring any cries of pain, or the curses that were coming from his lips. I was focused on what I was doing. Slowly I carved my name into his chest, then I went over and carved the letters in deeper, then again. I wanted to make sure that he at least had some form of scarring from this, whether physical or psychological.

“This is to pay back the shame that you gave me. That I am the first one to lay my mark on you. You might have marked your body with Cloud’s name, but it was your own doing, and not by his own hand. This, even if it does fade with your healing, will never fade. You will carry the shame that it was I who marked your first against your will, and that you deserved this.” Those words, even though I knew I was saying them, didn’t sound like my own, but I liked them.

Once I was done carving my name onto him, I leaned down and started lapping at the blood. I needed it, and I knew that I couldn’t hold back much longer without nearly destroying Kadaj in the process.

I don’t know how long we laid there, Kadaj in tears as I drank his blood slowly, but it couldn’t have been more then half an hour, maybe more. That is how Yazuu found us. Me fully clothed, laying next to a bloody and broken Kadaj, with his blood on my face.

I could sense and see the horror in Yazuu, the confusion in what to do. Would he defend his brother, or would he side with his lover.

I rose from Kadaj’s side, wiping the blood from my face, though only ended up smearing it more. I knew my eyes were glowing green then, brighter then they ever had before, and the smile that was on my lips, was purely sinister.

“I told you I would not be denied,” licking my lips as I stepped towards Yazuu. “Whatever happens now, is completely my fault.”

I was going to say more, but my blood started burning worse then it ever had before. I managed one last step before I collapsed to the floor with a strangled scream. Then the world went black.

If I survive this, nothing will ever be the same again.