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Genesis groaned with his head in the pillow, feeling a dull headache coming on from where he was laying on the couch. He’d arrived back at Zack’s house late last night after he’d finally left the Torensten underground, and he found himself wishing that he’d watched his wine intake more. This was going to be a miserable day.
Even though the sun was starting to filter in through the thin curtains, the entire house was silent. Blearily considering the closed door that led to the spare bedroom, Genesis decided that Sephiroth must not be awake yet. It was unusual for him to sleep past sunrise, but it wasn’t so surprising this time. Genesis had heard him come home sometime in the middle of the night while he had already been asleep on the couch. Sephiroth wasn’t usually one to stay out so late, so Genesis planned to shake him for the juicy details once he actually felt functional.
Genesis usually swore by a hangover cure of the greasiest breakfast possible followed by a warm shower, and he peered at the dark, empty kitchen, feeling a sharp pang at the sight of it. What had he expected? Just because Sephiroth was here now didn’t mean that Angeal was. The broad man was never going to lecture Genesis about excessive drinking again. He’d never shove a plate of eggs at Genesis again or force him to drink a glass of water. He was on his own, like he had been for four years now. Angeal had obviously wanted it that way. If he’d wanted to live, then he’d be here.
He’d been gripping the pillow a bit too tightly without realizing it, and the ends of feathers were starting to poke through the fabric. Scowling, Genesis hurled the pillow across the room until it hit the opposite wall before he forced himself to roll off the couch. His coat and sweater were draped over the armrest of a nearby chair, but he abandoned them for now and padded shirtless and barefoot into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he scowled into the blaring light before pulling out the eggs and milk.
To his eternal shame, Genesis was actually a decent cook, but he’d take that secret with him to the grave if he could. He never wanted to be expected to help out after all, so it was much better to feign ignorance. Angeal was the only reason that he knew how to cook—He had found it to be a hobby when they were kids, and since Genesis was constantly following him into the kitchen to complain about someone, he took to idly directing Genesis to chop something or to add spices to the dish, which he did without much thought. Only years later when he pondered how many recipes he’d somehow absorbed did Genesis realize what a devious game Angeal had been playing. Genesis had then dramatically informed his friend that he’d never felt so betrayed in his life. If only that were still true.
“What? You wanted me to rely on you less?” Genesis scowled as he dumped the pancake batter that he’d thrown together into the hot skillet. “Well you got your wish, didn’t you?”
By the time that Genesis had finished the scrambled eggs and the pancakes, he had realized a secondary problem. There was no syrup in any of the cabinets. Zack just kept finding new ways to be disappointing, even when he wasn’t here. “The arrow has left the bow of the goddess,” he despaired, glaring at the pancakes as he dropped into a seat at the table with a thump. It looked like he’d have to throw them out. Simmering, Genesis rested his chin on his arms and had almost dropped back into sleep again right at the table when his eyes suddenly popped open.
“It doesn’t make for a bad substitute, does it?”
Leaping to his feet, Genesis marched over to the spare bedroom and opened the door so hard that it bounced against the opposite wall. “Sephiroth! What did Angeal use on French Toast instead of syrup the morning after your birthday?” He demanded. “Remember? It was the one where I crawled through an air duct to break in your apartment because Angeal wanted to know if you had a crock pot.” Angeal had loved to give practical birthday gifts, after all. Genesis not so much.
He had the sudden realization that he probably looked a mess with his unkempt hair, lack of a shirt, and wing full of crumpled feathers.
“What? Nothing to see here!” he said with a huff. “Also there’s breakfast. I guess. Only if you tell me about your wild night. I need details.”
He knew it wasn’t advantageous to avoid it. His body cried for it by the early morning, but he couldn’t bring himself to close his eyes. Every time, he saw the strange, crystalline form of a monster lit in green-blue. Every time, his stomach rolled with panic. What did it mean? And why did it fill him with such dread?
Sephiroth touched at his forehead, pressing his palm into his brow. The encounter itself had been trivial if unexpected. Just another attempted assassination. Just another fevered fighter desperate to prove himself. There was nothing that should have struck him except that its skin had been mottled blue. Where had he seen that color before? His head pounded with an answer it couldn’t provide.
Pots clinked together beyond his door. Footsteps. Muttered poetry. Genesis. Sephiroth was grateful that Zack had offered him space in the single bedroom and that Genesis had refused any space once occupied by Zack. It provided him privacy now, and while the silence had already been broken, he at least had the time to think. Genesis had always overwhelmed him with his intensity and intrusive nature. Sephiroth had no desire to engage him.
The door slammed open.
Sephiroth lowered his hand and fixed him with a cool look. Genesis did not apologize. In fact, he spoke as though entitled to Sephiroth’s attention. How Angeal had managed to live with the man for so long baffled Sephiroth even now.
”Honey,” he said flatly. He wouldn’t have forgotten it. It was the first birthday he’d ever celebrated.
Genesis invited him to breakfast. Sephiroth glanced to the window and the regrettably risen sun. Even the smell of food tinged his stomach with nausea, but he’d already deprived his body enough for one night. Sephiroth closed his eyes and hummed his laughter.
”Bribing me?” He smirked and unfolded himself from the bed. Genesis’ offer had been considerate -- uncharacteristically so. Did he pity his lack of memory? Or was Genesis simply as relieved as Sephiroth to have reunited at all. Either way, his actions spoke far louder than his words.
Sephiroth started past him without considering him further. Genesis had clearly woken up within the last half hour. His hair was unstyled, his earring removed. Sephiroth, for his part, wore only pajama pants and had his hair pulled into a loose bun. Their wings were both clearly visible. Sephiroth suffocated the cold nausea that threatened him at the thought of it so exposed. If Genesis could manage a sense of normalcy then Sephiroth could too.
His eyebrows raised as he rounded the corner to find the counters laden with eggs and pancakes. Said counters were flecked with batter and other miscellaneous debris, but that was only a minor annoyance. Sephiroth would thoroughly clean them later.
”Impressive.” Had Sephiroth ever complimented Genesis so thoroughly about anything? It seemed that Genesis could far exceed expectations when he decided to exert the effort. This was unsurprising.
Sephiroth took a plate for himself and carefully portioned out the amount he thought to be proper. With that done, Sephiroth sat at the table and waited for Genesis to join him. He prepared himself for an inevitable barrage of dramatics and indignation.
“Honey!” Genesis smacked his fist into his palm. “He has to have honey, right? If he doesn’t have honey, I’m leaving all of Zack’s belongings by the curb and lighting a bonfire.”
Sephiroth looked fairly surly this morning, but it could have just been his face. He rarely changed expressions, which would have been frustrating if Genesis wasn’t used to it. He at least hauled himself out of bed to come eat the food that Genesis had slaved over. Not that he would have accepted otherwise. If Sephiroth had refused to come out, then Genesis might have been forced to roll him into a blanket burrito and drag him out.
Sephiroth padded out shirtless and with bare feet, much like Genesis was, though Sephiroth always managed to look like he had rolled off a magazine cover even when he looked like shit. So unfair. Genesis rolled his eyes when Sephiroth looked a little surprised at the spread and complimented his cooking skills. “Well, don’t get used to it,” he said with a huff. “I don’t really like to cook.” He was secretly pleased with the compliment, but he wasn’t lying. He was too lazy to want to be responsible for something like that most of the time. Anyway, that had been Angeal’s job, and no one could replace him. Anyone who tried would just be second-rate.
As Sephiroth started pulling together a plate of food, Genesis dug through the kitchen cabinets until he emerged victorious with a tiny bottle of honey. “I guess I’ll need a different excuse to burn Zack’s things,” he complained as he joined Sephiroth at the table and started pouring an unreasonable amount of honey over his pancakes. He liked things sweet, after all. Rather than hand the bottle to Sephiroth afterward, he dumped a small amount of it on the other man’s pancakes first before setting it in front of him. He thought the unfinished state would bother him the most. Sephiroth was such a control freak.
“Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return,” he informed him before he dug into the breakfast in front of him. It was a little odd eating across from Sephiroth. Sephiroth was left-handed, and his wing was on the opposite shoulder as Genesis’, so it felt like staring into a mirror as they both raised their forks to their lips. “Ugh. It feels like I got overly pale and jacked in the same night,” he muttered around a mouthful of scrambled eggs before swallowing.
“Anyway, regale me with tales of what you’ve been up to in Torensten, Sephiroth.” Genesis idly twirled his fork as he considered his friend. “I got invited to a party underground, and I may or may not have accidentally joined a dragon cult.” He didn’t really want to get on the bad-side of either X or Mateus to be honest.
Sephiroth is too logical to actually reach any correct conclusions
I knew mine was a special existence
Genesis let a trickle of honey drip onto Sephiroth’s pancakes. Sephiroth’s eyes narrowed. Why he’d decided to touch Sephiroth’s food was beyond him. Did he think this was considerate as well, or was he simply irking him for the sake of it? No, he would refuse to respond. Such petty tricks were beneath him. Rather than indulge Genesis, Sephiroth chose to go without -- even as his fingers twitched.
It felt strange with Genesis across him. They’d eaten together before, of course, during training or work or with Angeal, but this felt different. Casual. He had always chosen to sleep alone, to wake up alone, to ready himself alone. This felt…
Unnatural. He itched for space to himself.
Genesis had been drinking. That was self-evident, and he confirmed as much even if he hadn’t shown the signs. In peak condition, Genesis would have never woken with disheveled hair, and Sephiroth had seen him trudge into training too many times to not know that wincing, nauseous look. Sephiroth wondered where he’d found the money to drink. Alcohol didn’t come cheap.
”I got invited to a party underground, and I may or may not have accidentally joined a dragon cult.”
Sephiroth blinked slowly as he processed the words said to him. When he did, he let out a single, short laugh beneath his breath.
”Accidentally,” he repeated. That was the most unbelievable part. Genesis had always had a habit of stretching the truth and embellishing on the details. This made him terrible for gathering intel, but quite popular among the ranks. Everyone had their strengths and weaknesses.
”You have a talent for finding unbelievable situations.”Too unbelievable. Sephiroth wondered what grain of truth was buried in his claims as he meticulously cut his under-sweet pancake into a perfect square.
”I was attacked,” Sephiroth said plainly. ”While I meditated. The threat was neutralized.” After revealing its true form. He hesitated before lowering his fork again. Genesis had more experience with this than Sephiroth could currently remember.
”One of Shinra’s experiments.” Sephiroth watched Genesis’ expression closely. ”Or so I concluded. It went feral trying to kill me.” The sight haunted him even now. Its crystalline figure, its clawed hands, its inhuman color. He’d seen it before.
Genesis smirked faintly as Sephiroth’s fingers twitched, though he cut into his pancakes without comment. He laughed under his breath, knowing that he’d won even if Sephiroth would never admit it. The man had evidently decided to eat them as they were, but even Sephiroth and his bland taste had to find them too dry. Genesis always found sweet success in Sephiroth’s discomfort.
“Everything to your taste?” He asked innocently just to draw out his victory, though a slight grin found its way onto his face as Sephiroth mocked his story. “Yes, accidentally! When someone named X invites you to a party, my first thought is illicit activities rather than cult activity,” he said with a huff, biting into his pancakes. They were drowning in honey, which he normally loved when it was syrup, but he found it was a bit too much flavor when it was honey. Scowling, he brushed some of the thick liquid to the side with his fork.
He switched to his eggs instead when his friend dropped that he had been attacked, and he blinked at Sephiroth slowly as he swallowed. He wondered vaguely if he should express concern, but Sephiroth was clearly fine, and honestly, Genesis would have been surprised if anyone could get the better of the ex-Soldier. So he chose instead to be flippant, which was always his preferred choice if he could help it.
“Wait, meditating? Where and why were you meditating?” He twirled his fork between his fingers as he watched for Sephiroth’s reaction. “Ugh. Meditating like that in the middle of nowhere is just asking to get attacked, you know.” He wasn’t sure if Sephiroth would get the joke, so he mentally high-fived himself on it since no one else would. However, when Sephiroth continued with his theory on the experiment being one of Shinra’s, the smug grin slipped from his face.
“You’re certain? What did it look like?” He asked, though it was a fairly pointless question. Nobody knew the science department better than Sephiroth except for Hojo himself. Even Genesis wasn’t positive what all the skeletons in Shinra’s closet were, and he was one of those skeletons. If Sephiroth thought it was one of Shinra's, then he believed him.
Genesis tensed slightly when Sephiroth confided that Shinra operatives may be dwelling here, before his eyes brightened. Slamming his palms on the breakfast table, he stood up dramatically. “My soul, corrupted by vengeance, hath endured torment to find the end of the journey in my own salvation and your eternal slumber,” he announced triumphantly. “Then before we get too settled into our new domestic lives, what do you say that we do a final mission together?” If Shinra employees were here, then he wouldn’t rest until their houses burned and the streets ran with their blood. After their meeting together at the library, he had a feeling that Sephiroth felt the same.
’Asking to get attacked.’ Sephiroth shot Genesis a cool look. Perhaps he was right in that regard -- he had expected monsters after all -- but his general derision set Sephiroth on edge. Dangerous or not, Sephiroth had chosen such an isolated location for a reason. The city was too loud and far too populated. He’d have never found anywhere suitably isolated within its walls, and had he chosen to do so in Zack’s rented room…
Sephiroth felt his fingers curl. This training was one he refused to share with anyone.
And so he offered him nothing more than a solid, ”Yes.” Genesis didn’t need to know the where or the why. Only that it happened and that he refused to say any more.
”No,” he answered again. In truth, he wasn’t certain in what he’d seen, but he felt it all the same. He knew Shinra’s science department. He’d spent the majority of his life drawn into its depths, and he knew what they were capable of. He had never seen anything so human or twisted or crystalline, but his instincts told him its origin, and he trusted them implicitly.
”It was human. Or it had been. It was discolored and driven mad for my blood.” Sephiroth touched at his forehead and gave a short laugh. He didn’t understand why. ”A mako mutation. It didn’t need materia.”And its transformation... Sephiroth couldn’t find the words, and he didn’t want to. Speaking of it would solidify memories he didn’t want to resurface.
He did not expect Genesis’ reaction.
Sephiroth blinked at him. Twice. His chair nearly toppled backwards. The table shuddered under his palms. Genesis hardly noticed it as he looked Sephiroth straight in the eyes. His own were lit with fire.
After a moment, Sephiroth laughed under his breath. ”Corrupted by vengeance?” As melodramatic as his play read, there was no better way to describe Genesis’ fall. He had never been one to take slights lightly. In this case, he wasn’t wrong.
Then why did the thought of hunting them fill Sephiroth with such dread?
”The wandering soul knows no rest.” Sephiroth smirked at Genesis almost teasingly. That would distract him from Sephiroth's hesitation. Genesis would notice nothing else.
”We’ll need to gather intel. Making our move prematurely will put us at a disadvantage.” Sephiroth picked up his fork again and eyed the ill-fitting plate before him. After a moment's consideration, he grabbed the honey and poured it carefully into one even layer. ”There is nothing to be gained by acting blindly.”
Sephiroth shot Genesis a pointed look. Genesis was impulsive. He acted entirely on emotion, and without moderation, Sephiroth suspected he would have grabbed his coat and jumped out the window right then in search of his long-awaited vengeance. Sephiroth had always struggled to keep him in line. Angeal had always served as the link between them, but perhaps given the proper reasoning...
Sephiroth seemed a little startled by his impassioned outburst, and Genesis was about to complain to him that he was killing the mood when his friend suddenly shot him a faint smirk and dropped a quote from Loveless. The poetic timing was so perfect that Genesis contemplated throwing himself over the table at him, but he doubted that Sephiroth would appreciate that. Besides, he had worked hard on this breakfast, damn it. He refused to waste it.
“Ugh,” he said instead, dropping back into his chair with one hand over his heart. “Act I was an excellent choice. For while we’ve finished one chapter of our lives, what are we doing if not starting fresh?” It was an exciting prospect. He’d been uncertain of where he stood with everything in Zephon for a while, but he found that he was ready to start from scratch after everything that had happened in Midgar.
Sephiroth gave in and began to add more honey to his pancakes. Genesis brightened again, folding his hands under his chin and making eyes at Sephiroth until the man started eating again. It felt symbolic of his friend coming to terms with everything, and Genesis had a weak spot for real-life similes.
Sephiroth started to urge caution next, which brought Genesis' mood down a peg or two, and he shot Sephiroth a scowl when he said that he’d prefer to stay on Zack’s good side. “And yet you brought me home? That’s a bold choice,” he said with a slightly scornful laugh. “While we may have parted decently, he and I aren’t on the best of terms. Which is his fault, might I add.” If Zack had accepted that Shinra was a den of monsters sooner, then it would have saved them both a great deal of trouble. Zack had no one to blame for his sorrows but himself.
Waving a hand at Sephiroth, Genesis picked up his fork again. “Legend shall speak of sacrifice at world’s end,” he reluctantly conceded. “Fine, fine! Where did you leave the thing’s corpse then?” He chewed on a bit of egg while he contemplated. “If there’s anything I’ve learned of Shinra, it’s that they’ll retrieve their samples dead or alive.”
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I knew mine was a special existence
Loveless. Sephiroth had never understood it. Even as he used the words to his own advantage (a potent weapon, he noticed), he could only blink in the face of Genesis' passion. His eyes flickered between surprise, joy, hunger, and resignation in the course of only a few seconds. As Genesis finally fell back into his chair, Sephiroth stifled a sigh of relief. For a moment, he had been quite certain that Genesis had intended to touch him.
His bold play worked as he’d intended at least. Genesis’ excitement made him more compliant to Sephiroth’s suggestions, and while irritation still crossed his eyes, it was nothing compared to the storm of dramatics that would have burst from him otherwise. If there were two things that Genesis was certain to reject, it was orders and caution.
”Bold?” Sephiroth raised an eyebrow. There it was again. The same strange hostility at the very mention of Zack’s name. While Genesis had never been on the “best of terms” with a great deal of Shinra as a whole, this felt personal in a way that Sephiroth couldn’t begin to understand. The last he remembered, Genesis had known him as nothing but Angeal’s admirer.
”Fair can be trusted,” he said. ”He’s simple. Even compromised, he’d be incapable of hiding his guilt.” Sephiroth glanced to Genesis and smirked teasingly. ”Are you sure you did nothing to provoke him?” In all likelihood, the truth could be found somewhere in the middle -- skewed in Zack’s favor. He doubted Zack was capable of malice.
”Fine, fine! Where did you leave the thing’s corpse then?”
Sephiroth blinked in surprise before his throat tightened again. The mutation. Of course he’d want to see it for himself. ”I left it by the coast,” he said. He placed his fork down and looked to the wall. ”It was resistant to my sword. I resorted to materia.” Fire, ice, thunder. They were impossible to wield with the precision of a blade. And once the smoke had cleared…
”The remains were negligible.” Sephiroth kept his eyes impassive. ”Their recovery is unlikely.”
Genesis rolled his eyes and viciously stabbed the remains of his eggs as Sephiroth said that Zack could be trusted. Of course he’d take his side. Sephiroth always took everyone’s side but his.
“I did no such thing!” He protested as his friend teased him that maybe he’d provoked Zack. “He could have stayed out of it. It’s hardly my fault that he had to fill in for both of you in Loveless.” He poked his fork in Sephiroth’s direction as just thinking about his final altercation with Zack got him worked up. “Ugh. And I guess I’m grateful that he reminded me of a few things, but he doesn’t have to pretend like he was such a hero just for carrying me up some stairs and leaving me in the sun! I would have been just fine underground!”
None of that likely made any sense to Sephiroth, but Genesis was in no mood to stop and explain what had gone down after the man had “died.” Instead, he finished up the pancakes, licking the remaining honey off his plate afterwards purely because he thought the action would annoy his friend. Sephiroth could be unreasonably cleanly sometimes.
Dropping his fork on the empty plate with a clatter, Genesis whistled lowly when Sephiroth pointed out a bit stiffly that there wouldn’t be much in the way of remains. “The wandering soul knows no rest,” he said with a laugh. “I see the great General Sephiroth has failed to lose his edge.”
Without bothering to clear the table, Genesis hopped out of his seat to stare at himself in the reflection of a nearby window. Ugh. He could only half see the state of his hair, but it was definitely a problem. He needed a shower and a layer of mascara stat.
“Since I cooked, what do you say to doing the dishes?” He asked while batting his eyelashes at Sephiroth, but the effect was probably less than he was hoping for while he looked like a mess. Thankfully Sephiroth didn’t look like he’d fared much better last night. Genesis would have to teach him how to comb the loose feathers out of his wing soon--he didn’t look like he much knew how to groom it yet. Genesis remembered those days.
“Wait, you said that thing was by the coast?” He suddenly asked with a frown. “Torensten is the only large city on this part of the continent...” He left it unspoken that of course Shinra would start up shop in a city rather than a small town. He doubted they had it in them to be smartly or subtly evil. Everything they did was always at 100%.
“They have to be close to deploy something experimental like that,” he mused. “Ripples form on the water’s surface.”
Sephiroth had no idea what Genesis was talking about. That wasn’t a rare occurrence, but it left him staggered nonetheless. Filling in for Loveless? Carrying up some stairs? Whatever doubts he’d had about Zack’s faults were dispersed in an instant. Whatever had happened between them had been dramatic, one-sided, and entirely Genesis’ fault. He was always more defensive about the fights he initiated than the ones he hadn’t.
Sephiroth crossed his arms. He gave no response to either Genesis’ praise or his taunts. Pretending he could have possibly “lost his edge.” Leaving the table as it was. Genesis would have never acted so slovenly unless he was provoking a reaction.
Sephiroth stood and waved his hand. ”I’ll handle it,” he said. He’d expected Genesis to pawn the task onto him -- by request or by simply leaving it as it was. He suspected that it would have bothered Genesis eventually, but there was little point in calling his bluff other than spite. Sephiroth refused to sink to his level.
Besides, the mess made him itch.
Sephiroth gathered the plates, glancing to Genesis as he spoke. Shinra had to be in the city. He wasn’t the first to consider the option. In fact, they had likely already tracked the two of them this far and perhaps to Zack as well. Shinra was the type for subterfuge, but they weren’t the type to keep their presence hidden.
”No one here knows them.” Sephiroth knew. He'd already asked. Again and again, he’d asked, unwilling to believe that anyone alive could have failed to recognize them. He still didn’t know how they didn’t. ”If they’re here then they’re keeping it quiet.”
The thought felt strange -- almost as strange as them not existing at all. He’d have sooner believed that Shinra had vanished from the earth than believe that they’d abandon their notoriety. Still, he was one to follow where the pieces led.
Zack, Genesis, himself. Why had they stumbled here together? And what didn’t he remember?
Sephiroth glanced to him. ”We’ll wait for them to make their move. Without a presence here, they won’t have the numbers to threaten us. That’s likely why they’ve stayed in the shadows.”
But why? The question pounded against his temples. Why didn’t they have a presence here? Why bring them together at all? Why-?
”Go bathe. You look like you could use it.” Sephiroth glanced to Genesis, casting him a teasing smirk even as his palm twitched. He longed to find somewhere silent to think. But then, that's what Genesis had dragged him from, wasn't it?
"Thanks," he said quieter than he'd have liked. For finding me. For listening. For pulling me away."For breakfast." He glanced one more time over his shoulder with the slightest of smiles before he turned to the sink and drew a sponge over the crusty side of a pan.
