• "Kadaj! Loz hurt my hair!" Ugh. Again.

    "Then don't let him brush it anymore." Just as I had told him a million times before. Life was hell with those two. True, the three of us together became one person, for the most part. But the person was dead, just as we were. That's right, dead.

    "Would you PLEASE tell them to be quiet?" Those two weren't just annoying me now, but also him. We were remnants of him. I looked at him, sitting next to me, the annoyance showing plainly on his face.

    "You think I haven't tried?" Many, many times; even in life. They just REFUSED to shut up.

    "If only those fools at Shinra hadn't taken Mother from me. I wouldn't have to deal with you children."

    I winced at his calling me a child. I may have been the youngest of the three remnants, but I WAS the leader, representing his evil. My eldest brother was his strength, and the other was his allure. I grunted at that. Why allure? Sure, he was handsome, but I personally believe evil and strength to be better traits. I knew he noticed my grunt, be he ignored it.

    I stood, walking to where my two brothers were arguing, very close to physically fighting. I snatched the brush from the elder's hand and threw it.

    Those two cowered in fear. Not their usual reaction, my mind registered. I then realized where I had chucked the brush. Crap. Now it was my turn to cower, for the brush had hit the back of HIS head. Uh oh. Now I was in for it.

    "Kadaj... run," the younger of the two whispered. And I didn't hesitate. I took off in a flash, but I knew he was close at my heels.

    Crap. Up ahead was a dead end. Before running straight into the wall, I stopped and turned, placing my back against the wall. I held my hands up, palms forward in a surrender-like fashion.

    "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I managed to choke out between sobs. Wait, why was I crying? I was his EVIL for crying out loud. I quickly composed myself, wiping my eyes on my sleeves. I coughed once and turned my eyes upon him. He was glaring down at me, arms crossed over his chest.

    But then something very unexpected happened. He smirked! I was too afraid to ask why, though.

    -

    I'm glad I didn't ask. But I HATE this. Wanna know what he made me do? I really don't want to tell you this, but I will, since it's good to know what might happen if you ACCIDENTALLY throw a brush at him.

    So I walked into the room, completely embarrassed. Sure enough, I was greeted by laughter. Even people that hated him were there, all just to humiliate me. Me and my pink dress.

    That's right. He made me put on a pink dress; a very frilly one, I must add. And he pulled my hair up into pigtails, tied with pink satin ribbons. My face, I knew, was blushing naturally from the embarrassment.

    "Just kill me now," I mumbled to him, but he only nudged me forward, a large smirk on lips and in his eyes.

    "And let you miss this? Never."