☄Maniac messiah☄

“You are Sephiroth aren’t you? I amKadaj. I was created for one purpose: For you. Because Mother willed it.” He shrugged. There was no adoration or reverence in his tone, suggesting that this “servitude” was not of his choice. It was simply a fact of his existence to him and little more. 

It was strange that circumstances had somehow allowed them to exist in the same place and time, and even with all of his bitterness Kadaj couldn’t deny the pull when he had felt him. He had drifted from the dark caves he inhabited into the city; pulled by forces unseen that were anchored in his very genetics. He wasn’t even surprised when he saw him. He could feel Sephiroth’s presence before, too– always there. Watching. Preying from the Lifestream.

But if that were true, then Sephiroth wondered why he felt that coiling in his gut go completely cold, tightness strung across his chest like rope.  “I don’t…  I don’t understand what you’re saying.”  And he didn’t, not really.  He couldn’t fathom the idea of someone created for him.  If it was a metaphor, it was lost on him.  If it was literal… something about that possibility just wouldn’t allow him to think on the subject any further.  But Kadaj did know his name.  He knew his name and he looked like him–

“What?”  It was a nightmare.  It had to be.  “You’re not…  Are you saying that I could have prevented her death?”  No one had approached him about his past.  No one seemed to know, or at least they hadn’t offered.  He couldn’t argue the possibility.  Surely this stranger, his brother, wasn’t implying that he was… directly responsible..?

It took a sharp intake of breath for him to realize that he had been clenching his fists until it hurt. The Remnant exhaled shakily, suddenly unable to look at Sephiroth directly. 

“We’re not... related in the traditional sense. Only in the most bare and scientific measure of DNA.” Kadaj sighed-- and decided to lead him off somewhere else, and it was delightful. For once; for a brief moment it was he who was pulling the strings. He was all but high off of the surge of power it gave him. 

Cloud snarled at the silver haired remnant standing before him. He thought he had already done away with him and his little group of Sephiroth spawn. His lip curled and fists clenched at his sides, ready to reach for his sword if necessary.

“What are you doing here, Kadaj? What do you want?”

Absently, he rested his fingertips against the flimsy metal he’d placed between himself and Cloud, not meeting his eyes. It was like he’d look anywhere but directly at the man. “Here and there. When I woke up I was… in the Forgotten City. I nearly drowned. Then I stared walking. When I made it as far as Kalm I gave up. There was nopoint in coming to Edge. The closer I came the more people stared and muttered. I even got ran out of a couple of places. It’s incredible what humans can remember.” He explained coldly. 

“I live in the caves. Between the marshes and Kalm. I only came here to pick up some supplies.” He stated quietly. Seeing Cloud was a long way from what he’d wanted. He’d wanted to go on living in relative peace but now… It seemed that was out of the question. He sighed, defeated. Feeling sick; frightened. 

“I put myself at the end of a very conveniently offered gun. It was messy and painful, but that was all.” Kadaj answered. He went back to looking bored though he had been nearly trembling under the weight of the memories; the years of living like an insect in dark and wet places without an ounce of care spared to him. 

Cloud snarled at the silver haired remnant standing before him. He thought he had already done away with him and his little group of Sephiroth spawn. His lip curled and fists clenched at his sides, ready to reach for his sword if necessary.

“What are you doing here, Kadaj? What do you want?”

“If you care at all– It’s been almost two years, mm? I’ve been here this whole time.” And he wasn’t exactly happy about it. 

“Tch..” Had he really still been alive all this time? No.. that wasn’t right. It didn’t make any sense. He literally held him as he returned to the Lifestream. There was no way he returned that quickly..

“I’m not taking any chances.” He took a step closer, closing the small gap Kadaj had just widened ever so slightly. “Where have you been? How are you still alive?”

Absently, he rested his fingertips against the flimsy metal he’d placed between himself and Cloud, not meeting his eyes. It was like he’d look anywhere but directly at the man. “Here and there. When I woke up I was... in the Forgotten City. I nearly drowned. Then I stared walking. When I made it as far as Kalm I gave up. There was no point in coming to Edge. The closer I came the more people stared and muttered. I even got ran out of a couple of places. It’s incredible what humans can remember.” He explained coldly. 

“I live in the caves. Between the marshes and Kalm. I only came here to pick up some supplies.” He stated quietly. Seeing Cloud was a long way from what he’d wanted. He’d wanted to go on living in relative peace but now... It seemed that was out of the question. He sighed, defeated. Feeling sick; frightened. 

Cloud snarled at the silver haired remnant standing before him. He thought he had already done away with him and his little group of Sephiroth spawn. His lip curled and fists clenched at his sides, ready to reach for his sword if necessary.

“What are you doing here, Kadaj? What do you want?”

“If you care at all-- It’s been almost two years, mm? I’ve been here this whole time.” And he wasn’t exactly happy about it. 

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