[ F F 7 : C C ! ]
Angeal took note of the change in his friend’s posture, his eyes narrowing. He recognized that same stance from when they were younger. Genesis’ lies shone in his eyes, at least if you knew what to look for as well as Angeal did. And thus, Genesis had taken to letting his hair fall forward to cover them when he spun a falsity. But, Angeal had also learned over the years that Genesis only lied to him when he truly didn’t want to expand on a topic.
“It’s no fault of yours,” Angeal caught the shadow of doubt in his tone with a concerned frown, ” You’re the best magician around, Genesis. If what they were hoping for didn’t happen, it’s something to do with the science.”
A soft chuckle escaped him as he ran a hand through his hair, remembering, “I think I crammed more information into my head in the week before exams than in my entire life prior. And then promptly forgot a majority of it once I passed.” His eyes flicked worriedly over to Genesis, “Foolish, perhaps, but also ambitious. That’s how we got here.”
Conceding the point, he nodded, “That I will admit. Especially when more cadets every year. And I have been considering taking apprentices. But, I couldn’t just abandon the rest of them.” Angeal’s smile turned rueful, “I worry too much for all of them.” As I do for you, the thought went unspoken. His friend was often more reason for worry than the hundreds of cadets beneath his watch.
Glancing over he caught the worry in those dark eyes and the concern coated in that familiar voice. A smile cut across his scored aristocratic features as he waved his hand slightly. “I wouldn’t trade them for the world. Those days of being foolish, were some of my fondest memories.” He commented lightly before he leaned back against the couch and placed his hand over his book.
“The days that we were young and stupid were ones that I sorely miss. Being carefree and ambitious, wanting nothing more than to follow our dreams.” It was rare times when the poet allowed himself to remissness. ”Meeting Sephiroth, becoming his friend, becoming SOLDIER’s to inspire others. It is going beyond what we could have dreamed.” His musing was cut though as he thought about the last part of what Angeal had said.
He couldn’t help but laugh. Bright eyes lighting up with true amusement. “Mother hen Angeal at it again I see.” Some times the crimson SOLDIER allowed himself to muse about where he would be if that mother hen of a best friend Angeal hadn’t came around when he did. If they hadn’t of meet. It never ended well for him.
IN the end Angeal had been his saving grace. Something he would never be able to truly thank him for. Thus the poet thanked him with loyalty. The one person that would always have his loyalty no matter the situation, was his best friend.
“Those cadets are lucky to have someone as invested in them as you Angeal. You do them good. Instilling ideals, giving them dreams. It is something that you have always been good at.”
Sephiroth only held him tighter. No. He would sooner burn this wretched place to the ground than allow those madmen touch what was his. They would not lay another finger upon Genesis…
“I will be damned if they touch you,” he growled low. “I will sooner gut them all…”
This time Genesis had to be strong, no matter if he wanted to just fall asleep in his dear friends arms or not. “Sephiroth I took in all of your responsibilities.” He muttered as he actually pushed against Sephiroth as the PHS stopped going off. Looking up his eyes were set, determined as they always use to be. “I have to go. They get pissy if I miss an appointment.”
There was no way he was letting them touch him, use his friend that way they’d used him. The thought made him sick.
“They can get pissy all they wish. If they touch you, they are dead. And I will decimate this entire wretched company if I must.”
The resistances was suddenly decimated when the worn down poet realized that Sephiroth was serious. He wasn’t leaving, he wasn’t running. More than all the other things though, one thought flickered constantly in his mind. Sephiroth is … protecting me.
Without knowing it, without allowing it the tears he had been holding at bay for three years slowly began to leak from his eyes. “Sep-hiroth” The light voice cracked as his hands tightened around Sephiroth.
Sephiroth said nothing. He just held him close. What he’d spoken was the truth, and he was firm in his decision. They would not touch Genesis. Not anymore. They could either have their old lab rat back, or none at all. And if they still chose to come after his friend…they would die.
Slowly, a hand traveled up, fingers brushing though russet hair.
“They will never have you again…”
The weakness of being run back and forth, missions and the lab, taking on the work of all three elite, and trying to keep his own head above water hit him at once. All strength left him and he clung onto Sephiroth for dear life. “If you ever fucking leave me again.” He croaked before shaking his head. “Luna if you ever leave me again I’ll kill you.” he whispered, knowing how needed, how pathetic he sounded.
He didn’t care though, for once his pride was the last thing on his mind. He just wanted his Lunakiss back.
Sephiroth just held him, even as he leaned heavily against him, clung to him, Sephiroth’s hold never wavered. He would never leave him again. He would say it over and over if need be. Only death would be able to take him away… and even the Planet would endure a struggle.
“You need not worry. Killing me ill not be necessary. If I leave this place again, you are coming with me… I”ll never leave you behind again…”
Glowing mako eyes looked up into the intense green ones that the poet had thought he had cured his addiction of. Being faced with them again though it was painfully clear that he was just as hopelessly addicted to their entrancing sight. “I’ll hold you to that.” He mused quietly, a smile finally breaking through and flickering onto an otherwise stoic face.
His always slim body was hopelessly underweight. After all without Angeal there to chide him constantly there had been many days when the poet would simply forget to eat, or would be working so hard he would skip meals on purpose to get the work done.
The dark circles under his eyes told of another thing he had been neglecting. Pulling on Seph’s arm he leaned against him again. “Let’s go to the living room. I want to sit down.”
A war? Apparently this stranger had some odd and possibly dangerous sources of information…that alone was worth his time. Who knows what he might learn.
Vincent gave a nod, “Meet me on the south edge of town this afternoon…I have just returned from Junon and have business to attend to before anything else.”
Business like taking a hot shower and a nap before making a report…
With a curt nod Genesis smiled “I thank you for agreeing to this Valentine. Your willingness to go along with this is most appreciated and will be rewarded.” He said before turning on his heels and walking away. There were some thing that the ghost needed to take care of himself before a meeting with a shotgun.
Vincent watched him walk away with narrowed eyes before he too, turned and headed for his home, keeping his senses on alert. If the stranger brought any harm to this town…there would be no end to his retribution……
Late afternoon…South edge of Kalm..
On the outskirts of a farm, near some woods, Vincent had set up his own private shooting range [because you could never be good enough] and it was there that he sat waiting, calmly cleaning Cerberus, several other firearms laid out in the grass beside him.
It hadn’t taken long for Genesis to arrive where he had been told. After all he had little to do besides wait around. Thus for most of the day he had simply wondered around. Eventually he had just wondered to the outskirts of Kalm. He caught sight of the man he was suppose to meet. Having changed himself into garb that was even less like his old SOLDIER coat, and more like common everyday clothes. “You actually came.”
Sephy flinched when the Poet yelled, though he had a feeling that the yell wasn’t directed at him. It still hurt. He sniffled and when he saw Rapier appear in the man’s hand, backed up several steps until his back was against the front door. He recognized the excerpt from Loveless that came from the auburn haired man’s lips.
Sephy sniffled, wiping the tears and blood from his face before replying, “I know… a-all that a-awaits me I-is a somber m-morrow…. no m-matter where the w-winds may blow… n-no matter h-how hard I t-try to change it” The silverette’s knees were shaking so much. Everything about his body language screamed fear. Finally he crumpled to the ground in despair. “W-Why must y-you be l-like this… why can’t I h-have my b-brother back!?”
Genesis was shaking slightly as he heard that. “STOP,” He called one hand going up to his head as his eyes were glowing. The voice in his head screaming. It wasn’t a voice he could understand. It was to weak in his body for that. After all it was naught but an illusion, a ghost pain from a past life. He was shaking. Body falling apart. Perhaps the greatest pain though was looking at Sephy.
It was hidden behind insanity but there was so much pain pulsing there. In the end he had always been right. If Sephy had known the real him, the him that had taken the life of his best friends, the SOLDIER that had been a killer for a company. Leashed like a dog that did nothing but obey orders. If Sephy had meet that version of him, he would truly hate him, and fear him.
He didn’t know the degrading SOLDIER. All that Sephy wanted was the base version. The damaged goods that was tapped back together. Not the damaged goods themselves. With a scoff he looked down with cold eyes. “You were never my brother. You could never be my brother. I won’t be tied to someone so weak. At least Sephiroth posed a challenge, you? Your just in the way.” He said blankly as he looked down at him and held up his hand to cast fire.
Only to have nothing happen. For a moment his mind was fogged by confusion before a memory came back with startling clarity. “You deceptive little worthless…” He stopped before chuckling and placing a hand to his head. “You have been planning this for a while haven’t you? Of course you would take my fire from me.”
He had been prepared to be rejected. Prepared to be toldl that Masa’s heart belonged to his master alone. All his preparing however, never would be able to help him understand the next words. “You… love me too?” He whispered unable to breath
Looking to Genesis again, the blade smiled softly to the Poet as he nodded. “I started to feel something more but I never wanted to act on it.” And to place his words into reality, Masamune leaned down to kiss the younger male softly on his lips.
Mako eyes light up slightly as he heard the confirmation and slowly the pulsing in his heart began to dull, a low echoing sound that seemed to becoming from a mile away. He did not think he would actually be allowed this. Never. After all he had all but assured himself that he would always be fated to watch from a distance to support Masamune as a friend and hope that he got what the poet felt the blade deserved. That is why even though the kiss lasted but a moment, it was bliss. It was a recognition of everything that he had hoped and surrendered. A signal that the words he was hearing were not products of his own mind, but the truth he had longed to hear.
Crimson clad hands snaked around Masamune’s waist before he linked his slim fingers behind the blades back. “You have no idea how much I wanted to hear those words.” He whispered before snatching his own kiss for once.
”Oh! Commander!” The second class saluted the auburn male in greetings.
“Zackery.” He commented with a faint smile at the salute. Well at least the puppy did remember some of the better habits that Angeal was working to instil. “At ease.”
”Yes sir!” At least he could tell Angeal that he manage to get the greetings right this time. Loosening up, the young ravenette grinned at Genesis. “Have you seen Angeal around? He was suppose to show up for our training.”
So the puppy was looking for his master. Genesis shook his head slightly before smiling.”No, I haven’t seen him recently. I am sure something came up though. Do you still want to spar?” He asked raising an eyebrow.
“Ah well probably.” Then hearing the commander, Zack bounced happily. “Hell yes er I mean yes sir!”
Genesis smirked at that before walking forward, this was going to be all to much fun for him. “I would be happy to step in for Angeal. After all if he is busy it is only right for me to help him out, wouldn’t you aggree?”
Yazoo began to eat and noticed that the girl herslef was not indulging in the wonderful food that he had made. “Sweetheart, eat. You’ll feel much better.” He poured himself a glass of iced tea from the pitcher and set back over closer t her. He had a small feeling that she was not eating because of a negative reason. It was either a disorder or distrust. “I promise you I mean no harm.”
“Do not call me sweetheart.” The poet explained curtly as she looked at the food. Unwilling to look at his face. Placing the fork in the food she began to move it around, eyes unfocused. “You can say that as much as you would like Yazoo, but the truth is talk is nothing more than words. Anyone can say anything. It doesn’t mean anything.” Looking up she locked glowing eyes with his own cat like ones. “I learned that the hard way.”
“If words are words then don’t eat by all means.” He scoffed as he began to eat. His mood changed a bit and it was not a very good change. Mako eyes looking away from the bard, he then stated, “Good luck finding real food and a good home elsewhere.”
Genesis looked down for a long moment, her mind trying it’s best not to let her recoil. His words felt like a threat and her body wanted so much to react to them as such. “I can’t eat… properly.” She muttered, old training kicking in. This was not the first time she had been held as a prisoner. It was just the first time she had been held prisoner by the people she was suppose to work for. “I haven’t ate barely anything in a year. I would kill myself if I ate now.” She explained still looking at the food before slowly taking the cup of water and dipping one finger in it. “The body… it can’t adjust. I have been slowly getting myself back to normal for the last three months, and I can handle light food, but every thing I use to try and eat in my prison would turn out to be poison. Consider me paranoid. I simply consider myself careful.” She said placing his finger in her mouth to taste the water.
“If we’re monsters, then every man on this battlefield is a monster, and we are still the norm,” Sephiroth murmured. “I don’t like what we do….there is no honor in slaughtering innocent people. But for now, there is no way out for you, for me, or for Angeal, and we do what we must to survive. There’s nothing wrong with that. All creatures fight to survive.”
He ran a hand through his hair, uncomfortable with where the conversation was headed but unsure as to how he could fix it. “Yes, you did. I have killed mothers, sisters, daughters….children before their parents and parents before their children…such is the horror of war.”
It was hard to think that this is what they were meant for. That they were nothing but slaves to a cycle. “The ones that survive will avenge their lost ones, and then they will die, and the cycle will continue. Unbreakable, unstoppable and we are simply cogs in a never stopping machine.” He mused before sighing and looking out at the rain.
He really wasn’t hungry, nor was he wanting to be around others. The memories of the slaughter were still fresh enough that anything placed on his stomach would do nothing to ease him, if anything it would make it worse. “General… er Sephiroth how do you cope? With seeing all this so much?”
Slim hands closed around Sephiroth’s arm. “Well you have company now. Come on, we can’t continue to bother the nice people here.” More like they couldn’t keep letting people see the almighty General wasted. Still there was one thing Genesis was worried about, more than their reputation it was what had driven the general to drink. “Sephiroth, why did you come drinking?”
In answer, Sephiroth started listing dates and names the slower enunciation limiting the slur of his words. Some of them he referred to as SOLDIER Thirds and Seconds. The last name dated only two days ago. “My barracks in the Aca’my… all dead.”
his lips quirked in hollow morbid humor. “One of the’ e’en trie’ to kill me… Almos’ su’ceeded.” The Turks had made sure that event wasn’t well publicized, but it didn’t keep a number of his fanclub from learning about it considering the location was a popular vacation spot. It wasn’t an incident he liked to speak of either… he’d been very close to dying, ending up in a three-day coma.
Genesis had been one of the privileged few to learn about the events leading up to Sephiroth falling into a coma. It was something he had never brought up. Simply because it wasn’t his place to know, but he had to know. Somethings were hard to keep a secret but that had been something easy. Hearing the listed out names the crimson SOLDIER felt his own spirits falling. He knew some of them from his time serving with him. Others had been in his unit when he was a third class.
It reminded Genesis of when his cadet barracks had been attacked. He and Angeal had survived, though it had been a surprise, but he hadn’t ever been close to the others in his unit as a cadet. He never found a reason to. Not when he had Angeal. Sephrioth hadn’t had that. Moving over so he was sitting next to Sephiroth instead of across Genesis placed his arm over Sephiroth’s shoulder. “Come on my friend. Let’s go for a walk.”