FFVII ~ 7 minutes in Heaven: Kadaj

“Three?” You look around. “Who has three?” No body answers. “...Three anyon-”
You are suddenly blindfolded and someone throws you over their shoulder, putting their hand over your mouth. You make muffled attempts at screaming, but nothing really happens, except you hear a voice calling,
“Go bro!”

You are dropped on the floor roughly then the person presses you against the wall before you can do anything. You feel his bodyweight on you and try to push him away, but it seems to just get him more aroused because he takes hold of you around the waist and presses his lips to yours. You go to pull away but he places his hand on the back of your head, holding you in place.
He bites down on your bottom lip, making you yelp in pain, so his shoves his tongue in your mouth.
You try with all your might to push him off, but he's too strong for you.
You begin to whimper, hating being so helpless. You don't even know who this guy is and he's got his hand all over you.
He runs his fingers up the inside of your top, slowly reaching your chest. You want to scream but can't because his mouth is stuck to yours.
He suddenly throws you to the floor; making you bash your head on the ground, and straddles you. You go to scream again, but a hand covers your open mouth. You suddenly feel the other hand take the zip of your top and slowly pull it down. It's soon on the floor, so the person goes to your jean's zip.
You push yourself up quickly, but only to be shoved back to the floor, lips back on yours.
As you feel the zip stop moving, and hands touch your hips, you suddenly get an idea. His tongue is still roaming its way around your mouth, so you... close your mouth.
The person yells and pulls away from you. This gives you enough time to sit up and wrench the blindfold off, but as you are dropping it to the ground, a hand connects with your face. You see a flash of silver hair, before a hand connects with your face again.
The person goes to hit you again so your raise your hands to your head for protection. As it connects with your arm, you let out a scream, trying to grab the attention of the people outside.
The silver haired person suddenly grabs hold of your arm and wrenches it away from your face. He picks you up off the floor by your hair and shoves you against the wall, but light suddenly fills the room.
A couple of people rush in to help, getting the person away from you. You fall to the floor and start shaking, obviously in shock.
The door swings shut slightly, so you, ever so carefully, reach over and grab your shirt and put it on. You can't see anything, but you hear people yelling. One voice yells,
“I was not doing anything she did not want me to do to her!”
Another voice replies,
“Yeah...that's why she was screaming, Yazoo!”
“Be quiet, Loz!” replies the first.
You sit, still shaking slightly, when the door opens again and another silver haired boy walks in. He crouches down in front of you and looks at your face, studying it. He says, brushing some hair out of your eyes,
“Sorry about my brother, he's been drinking too much,” but then realises that you'd flinched away when he touched you. He frowns a little at your actions. He looks back out of the closet at his long haired brother yelling at his short haired brother and sighs. He mumbles to himself, “What would mother say...” then suddenly scoops you up in his arms. You yelp again, and he tries his best to give you a comforting smile.
“It's fine. I'm not going to do anything.”
You look at him for a second, then nod, letting him pick you up properly. He carries you out of the closet and over to the nearest sofa, where he places you down and walks away to his seat. You look over at him as he sits down, then close your eyes and listen to your heartbeat. It's still irregular, and quite a lot so, but not quite as bad as when you were stuck with...Yazoo was it?
Everyone sits back down and the hat is passed to me. I quickly pull out a card and read the number out. After I've latched myself onto Reno's arm- swearing never to let go -and we've gone into the closet, it all becomes silent again.
You sit on the sofa, thinking to yourself, then feel a pair of eyes looking at you. You look up to see Yazoo staring at you from his chair; a strange look in his eyes. You quickly stand up and walk in the direction of the stairs. Everyone looks at you; some noticing that you have started crying again.
The silver haired boy who'd helped you before suddenly appears next to you again. He sighs, somewhat aggravated – At who, you have no idea.
He wraps an arm around your shoulder, but then as you're walking, he decided instead to simply lift you up into his arms and carry you up the staircase. You make a feeble attempt at a protest,
“I-I'm fine, really.”
“Yes, of course you are.” But he doesn't let you go.
At the top of the stairs, he turns and carries on walking down the corridor, basically trying to find an okay room to put you in. (Yeahh..... in my house there IS no safe place to go. *laughing*)
He checks each room by holding you up a little, then kicking his leg into a door; nearly taking it off its hinges each time. After finding the bathroom, the upstairs storage-room, the room where I like to hide my kidnapped bishies, and the stairs to the attics, you finally come to a bedroom. It seems quiet, so he carries you inside and drops you down on a plush, red arm-chair, then takes the double bed for himself, spreading his arms out wide.
He closes his eyes and simply lies there, resting. You look over at him, not really knowing what to do. You decide to stay quiet for the time being.
~Five minutes later~
You look over at the boy, deciding to say something to him; for the past few minutes, you'd been thinking of a way to tell him what had happened in the closet, but didn't know how to. You knew you'd have to tell the people downstairs what had happened eventually, so maybe if you told this boy, he could tell the others for you.
You open your mouth and say, “Excu-”
The boy's eyes open lazily and he sits up. He looks over at you and says,
“Well, I'd better head back downstairs.” He stands up and makes his way to the door, but you call desperately,
“P-please don't go!”
He looks back at you and sighs gruffly.
“Don't be stupid, Yazoo's not going to hurt you any more, Loz won't let him out of his sight.”
You look at him, staring back at you, and let out a small whimper. He looks at you again, not knowing what to do, so he gives in and walks back to you.
He sits on the arm of the chair and put his arms around your shoulders, no feeling in it at all.
You lean against his side, trying to relax.
He says to you,
“My name's Kadaj, by the way.”
“I-I'm ____.” You say, shivering slightly. As your eyes close, you don't notice Kadaj's eyes looking down at you.
He glances at you for a second then looks away; then snaps his head back to look at you, his eyes wide. He looks closely at your face, and to his alarm, he notices a pair of bruises have formed across it; and one across your fore-arm.
Kadaj's arm's tighten around your frame, actually meaning the hug he gave you now. You open your eyes and look up at him curiously. He looks down at you as well, then decides to slip down on the seat, so he's next to you; then he lifts you up gently and places you across his legs, holding you close to him. He rests his head atop of yours, and whispers,
“I'm sorry for whatever my brother's done, _____. He will pay.”
You give a small smile and rest your head against his chest. Thank goodness he understood. You don't want to ever repeat what had happened to anyone.
That night you end up falling asleep against Kadaj. As you had drifted off to sleep, you could faintly remember a pair of lips kissing your forehead softly, as if to reassure you.
Later on, the others -Including myself- walk into the bedroom, wondering where you are. We see you sleeping in Kadaj's arms and decide to leave you there. Kadaj doesn't seem to mind at all, so the pair of you sit there; Kadaj's strong arms acting like a barrier; protecting you from harm.

Sorry Yazoo fans!! I love him too, it's just I needed someone to throw you off guard. I bet you thought it was Kadaj at first, am I right?