Brotherly Love IIThere was a schism in the Valentine household. Strictly speaking, the schism involved Sephiroth and the remnants, but it was felt throughout the large, extended family.Brotherly Love II by SparklinBurgndy
Kadaj had dragged himself to Costa Del Sol, barely alive. Loz had taken in the youngest remnant and nursed him back to health. And that’s when the trouble started. Yazoo remembered all too clearly Kadaj allowing Hojo to inject him with the noxious poison that rendered him infertile. Yazoo chose to remind Kadaj of this occurrence via the Velvet Nightmare. Loz had knocked the barrel away before Yazoo could split Kadaj’s head open, Sephiroth had belted Loz, Kadaj had kicked Sephiroth in the stomach and things had gone downhill from there.
The confused ball of silver hair and black feathers finally parted and split up along hair length. Sephiroth and Yazoo insisted that Kadaj was not welcome in the family, while Loz and Kadaj both protested the youngest rem
Spreading his Wing“Loz?! Where are you?!” Zack demanded.Spreading his Wing by SparklinBurgndy
“I’m at the airport,” the big clone answered, giving his phone an odd look.
“The airport? What are you doing at the airport?!”
“Catching a plane.”
From anyone else Zack would have interpreted it as stone cold sarcasm. Loz was just answering the question.
“A plane?!” It bordered on a wail. “To where?!”
“What are you going to Wutai for? I found your house keys on the table and when I went to take them out to you all your stuff is gone!”
“Big Brother didn’t tell you? He probably wasn’t listening. I’m going to Wutai to shoot a movie. It will take six months. I put all my stuff in storage.”
“Oh. So you’re coming back after that, right?”
There was pause on the other end.
“After I get back I’m moving closer to town.
Homely Couple"Ah, there is my little bud," Triandal said with real warmth in his voice.Homely Couple by SparklinBurgndy
His guests turned to look at the person who had captured the elf's attention.
"Did you have a good nap, sun stone?"
Amber let out what could only be described as a grunt, shuffling towards the kitchen. Her strawberry blond hair had been neatened, but it was still obvious she had been sleeping. She wore one of Triandal's tunics and a pair of her old dancing trousers; the pair that laced up the outside of the legs with cuffs that dragged the ground after her bare feet. Triandal had never been able to coax her into a pair of shoes.
"Need tea," Amber growled, her eyes barely open.
She paused in the doorway to lift one bare foot, brace it on the doorframe and sank down into the splits. For Amber, it was simply a stretch. Triandal detected a vague noise of amazement from his guests.
"Sit, dearling, I've made a pot for our guests," Triandal ordered gently, catching his bride's shoulders and steering h