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Genesis saw him. How could he not when he flaunted his beauty above all else? Kuja forced his expression neutral, forced the small smile that decorated his face like a mask. He know how to disappear into his role, how to act natural when his heart was pounding. So when Genesis shot him a flirtatious wink, Kuja dipped below his glass, smirking coyly. Genesis approached and leaned casually against the wall.
”That was certainly fast. Though I can’t say I blame you. The opera has been fairly uninspired so far.”
”Entirely mediocre.” Kuja rolled a careless look at him over his shoulder. ”The playwright is a hack mired in cliche and melodrama. I’ve half a mind to demand a refund.”
His attention drifted towards the chandelier. Among the crowds and the company, the light of it no longer sent him reeling. It was nothing but a collection of glass and gems strung up from a marble ceiling. It had been ridiculous to ever feel otherwise.
And yet…
Kuja gave an airy laugh behind the back of his hand. ”Honestly, I can think of far better ways to spend an evening. Sipping wine in the moonlight. Musing on theatrics with one of like mind." His eyes flicked to Genesis’. "Indulging in the company of a beautiful stranger.” Kuja tilted his head away.
”I find myself tempted to pursue other pleasures than this. Or might I say, someone has tempted me.” Kuja set his glass aside. ”I’ll wait at the front for five minutes. Do with that what you will.” He pushed a handful of hair over his shoulder, catching the man’s gleaming eyes once more before sauntering off, hips swaying faintly with every step.
Even desperate with desire, Kuja would never be so bold as to ask. No, it was always better to tempt. To suggest. To lead another along. He would come -- Kuja had no doubts. And then he would revel in his prize.
Genesis laughed softly when Kuja agreed with his sentiment about the opera. Taking it a step further, he even said that he had half a mind to demand a refund. “I can’t say that I’d mind hearing you argue with the ticket seller about the playwright’s lack of vision,” he said with a small smile as he took a sip of wine. Kuja had taken to examining the chandelier, and Genesis thought that there was something flat in his eyes for a moment before he resumed his usual smile.
Genesis paused when Kuja made an implication of how he’d like to spend the evening before flicking his clear blue eyes over to his. “Oh?” Genesis took a moment to look Kuja over again as he slowly swirled his glass. He was certainly a beautiful man, from his perfectly styled silver waves to the tips of his high-heeled boots. Not to mention that his outfit was a bold choice that bordered on scandalous in this crowd. The type to want to make a statement. He suspected that Kuja wanted to be remembered wherever he went.
As Kuja set aside his glass, he playfully told Genesis that he would wait for five minutes out front before throwing his hair over his shoulder and sauntering off towards the front doors. Genesis blinked slowly, his eyes on the way the light played across the man’s hair and the way his hips swayed as he walked before he leaned further against the wall and laughed out loud. It wasn’t really a question of whether he’d follow or not. If Loveless had been onstage, then all the beautiful men in the world couldn’t have pried him away, but as it was, the opera was sort of a bust.
It might not have been entirely advisable to run off with another stranger after how his night with Bartz had played out, but Kuja seemed as different from Bartz as possible. They had only talked briefly, but he had nothing of Bartz’s innocence or naivete. Genesis could tell that this wasn’t a man who would remind him of how much he was failing his resolution to be better, and maybe that’s what he needed right now.
Regardless, Genesis was in no rush. He’d been on enough first dates and one-night stands to know that it was always better to not seem too eager right away. Keeping his eye on the clock overheard, he took his time finishing his wine until four minutes had passed. Setting aside his glass afterward, he tucked his red leather coat firmly around himself before stepping outside into the cold.
Approaching Kuja with a smile, he took a moment to realize that the man’s lack of clothes may have been a problem in the snow. “Ah, you can borrow this if you like,” Genesis said as he shrugged out of his coat. Hopefully it didn’t still smell of Bartz. He somehow kept attracting scantily-clad men in Sonora. Luckily the sweater underneath his coat was fairly warm, even if it had no sleeves.
“Do you have a preference on location?” Genesis continued. “Thankfully I don’t live in this frozen pit of a town, but I have a room at an inn fairly close by if you like. There’s a pub next door where I could procure some wine.” He considered the moonlight reflecting off the snow as it fell as he waited for Kuja’s answer.
“My friend, your desire is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess,” he ruminated to the snow.
The snow drifted down from an obscured sky. Kuja tilted his head back and watched the flakes catch in his hair and eyelashes. The moon was a single, clouded silver. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. The bitter air rattled in his lungs.
What was he doing here? The thought came again, though less defined this time. What was he doing in this city? On this planet? The question reverberated over the ambient stuttering of engines, over the glare of artificial light, over the hard touch of asphalt under his boots. His nose revolted against the heavy smell of exhaust.
Industrialization, he thought wryly. A parasitic relationship with the planet’s cycle. He knew of it only in theories and records of Terra’s distant past. How long had he mocked the Gaians for their primitive technology? For their farcical understandings of science? If he were to return at that moment, he would have praised the entire, simplistic race. As it turned out, idiocy was far preferable to waste.
He’d nearly forgotten about Genesis by the time that distinctive flash of red leather approached him. Kuja tilted his head to appraise him. Genesis smiled at him in a way that seemed more pleasant than interested before he paused, removing his coat and offering it to him.
Kuja blinked his confusion before he noticed the man’s eyes on his bare flesh. ”Ah,” he said and then laughed behind his hand. ”Much appreciated, but I haven’t a need for it. I have a certain resistance to the elements. Magic is such a versatile thing.” He smirked and brought a flicker of fire to his fingertips. He extinguished it in a touch and turned to consider the man.
It really had been a generous offer.
”I’d prefer somewhere quiet and refined, but those are hard to come by even in the best of circumstances and even harder to afford when left wandering a plane that isn’t one’s own. I’ll defer to your judgment. I haven’t spent much time in this city. Perhaps with good reason.” He smirked to himself, tilting his head towards Genesis again. ”But what is that gift, I wonder? Simply one’s life? Or something far less tangible?”
For the second time that night, Kuja let himself drift past Genesis, brushing his finger along the back of his hand. ”For now, I suppose my desire is desire itself. I’ve often thought pleasure to be something largely unappreciated. I relish my indulgences. They are, after all, a gift.” He glanced over his shoulder with the flicker of a smile.
”But I digress. If you lead, I will follow. What are your desires, I wonder?”
Kuja laughed softly when Genesis offered him his coat and demonstrated that he had no need for it by bringing a flicker of fire to his fingers. Genesis’ eyes sparked with interest as he pulled his leather coat back on, his eyes on the man’s fingertips where Kuja had briefly called on the spell. What sort of Materia did this man have to give him protection from the elements? That was fascinating. He must have been a talented magic user.
“Refined,” he echoed Kuja, his lips twisting into a slightly bitter smile. The places that he had used to like to frequent felt so out of reach now with their marble and tall wine glasses. “I’ll do my best, but I agree that it might be hard to come by in this environment.”
Genesis gave Kuja a low smile when he commented on the Loveless quote that he had made and asked about the nature of the gift of the goddess. “Open to interpretation. For myself, certainly my own life. But a few other things as well.”
Genesis’ lips parted slightly when Kuja walked past him while trailing a finger over the back of his hand. Commenting on the nature of desire, he threw a sultry look over his shoulder, and their eyes met. This man was good. Maybe even more practiced at luring someone in than he was. For his own part, Genesis wasn’t sure whether to chuckle or suggest that they skip the wine entirely and turn in for the evening.
Still, patience was a virtue in these sort of encounters, so he settled on laughing under his breath as he stepped up meet him. “My desires?” Finding someone he knew. Burning Shinra to the ground a second time. Not being such a piece of shit. The promise in Kuja’s clear blue eyes. “Right now, I suppose I’m just appreciating the pleasurable company,” he said, his eyes trailing over to Kuja’s. “As much as I’d prefer it in a different setting, that’s nothing a glass of wine, poetry, and a walk through the snow can’t fix. The wind sails over the water’s surface, quietly but surely.”
Speaking of snow, it would probably be too forward to brush some of it back from Kuja’s hair when they’d barely touched yet. He’d have to correct that. Offering him a hand, Genesis moved forward onto the sidewalk. “I’d be happy to lead you. I think I have a place in mind.” The pub next to his inn had been fine for taking Bartz to in order to acquire food. It was a loud, cheerful place that he wasn’t particularly fond of but that had reminded him of Bartz. But this man was Bartz’s opposite. His instincts told him that Kuja needed somewhere more upscale to feel at home.
Setting off down the sidewalk, Genesis considered the lack of stars in the sky from the light pollution as he debated what topic of conversation to broach. “Tell me about Lord Avon,” he settled on. “What drew you to his work? What sparks your passions about it?” People were always so quick to want to talk about boring things, like lines of work. Who cared about the mundane when there was poetry?
Eventually, they approached their destination, which was a large hotel that Genesis had noticed when he had first arrived in Sonora. It was out of his price range, but they weren’t there for the hotel. They were there for the side door that led to the lounge inside. Smoke and Steel was proclaimed in cursive writing on the glass door. A cocktail lounge. A place to gather in groups around mahogany tables in armchairs until 2 in the morning. It was a little more expensive than he would have liked, which is why he’d only inspected the place so far, but if he’d read Kuja correctly so far, then it would be up his alley. Anyway, if it put him in the hole, then he’d just need to find another soldier or official to “procure” some money from. Sonora was crawling with the things like they were ants.
Genesis held the door for Kuja with a flourish. “We seek it thus and take to the sky.”
I had to grab my Shakespeare anthology for this I hope you realize
Why should the world exist without me?
The walk was pleasant enough. Nothing banal but nothing particularly of interest either. They walked together down the snowy streets, two pairs of footsteps playing through loose snow. Kuja considered the glaring streetlights, the rush of automobiles rolling past, the muffled music that came from an indistinguishable direction. This was, truly, a different world. He felt strangely lost in it.
”Tell me about Lord Avon.”
Kuja blinked at the request, turning to look at him in surprise. On Gaia, anyone who thought to discuss his work was already intimately familiar with it. Had anyone ever requested that he explain it before? If so, Kuja couldn’t remember.
”My passions…” Kuja touched at his lip. He could still remember that initial spark. Back when he’d been allowed only limited time on Gaia’s surface, and he’d spent the rest of it buried in books. ”The imagery,” he said. ”It’s distinctly vivid. His poems carry an emotional weight through metaphor alone. It presents sentimentality without losing itself to melodrama. It explores the depths of humanity without losing its wit. Even in his most trivial of comedies, the wordplay alone carries it to brilliance. I’ve always found his villains as tragic as they are relatable. Driven by vengeance or desire or the want of independence.”
Kuja looked to the sky. ”Thou, nature, art my goddess. To thy law my services are bound. Why should I stand in the plague of custom, and permit the trappings of nations to deprive me for that I lack the fortunes of fate? By my own hand, my strength renewed.” Kuja raised a hand and considered it framed against the stars. ”His has never been the highest of arts, but it still speaks true.”
Genesis led them to a hotel that Kuja couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows at. It was certainly refined in its own industrial way. The surfaces inside gleamed as brightly as the metal and glass. The music was soft and atmospheric. The air smelled heavily of lavender. For a moment, Kuja wondered if Genesis had decided to skip drinks altogether and get straight to the point, but the thought had hardly crossed his mind before Genesis directed him through a side door.
As it turned out, Genesis had brought him to a kind of cocktail lounge. The lighting here dimmed instantly, now more akin to candles and flame. The room had a certain warmth to it, and an intimacy that thickened in a quiet simmer. Kuja smirked faintly, barely laughing under his breath. ”Consider me impressed.” He tossed a smile to Genesis over his shoulder before starting towards a secluded booth. The fake leather slid unpleasantly beneath him, sticking to the corners of his armor, but he said nothing of it. As unnatural as it was, that seemed to be the way of this city.
Kuja touched at the plastic bound list before them, glancing through a host of wine names he didn’t recognize before giving up entirely. Instead, he leaned forward and watched Genesis more closely. ”I must say, you interest me. You carry a certain duality with you -- both brash and elegant. A warrior poet, I suppose.” Kuja leaned his cheek into the palm of his hand. ”I’d like to learn more of your nature. If you’d indulge me.”
Genesis enjoyed watching Kuja’s eyes as he spoke of Lord Avon and the weight that the man’s words carried for him. He looked more alive than he had in their entire conversation so far, and Genesis could have told him that he was beautiful when he talked about poetry even before he recited a line of blank verse that mentioned the goddess. After that, Genesis had to amend that line of thinking. If Kuja was going to talk about the goddess, then he was past beautiful. He was breathtaking.
As they entered the double-glass doors of Smoke and Steel, Genesis let out a breath as the heat hit him in a rush now that they were no longer out in the cold. Rubbing his hands together to warm them up faster, he smirked faintly as Kuja indicated that he was impressed. So he’d read the man correctly. Refined taste. Classy--despite his attire that suggested he liked to be noticed. Well, nothing wrong with that. Genesis was certainly noticing.
As he followed Kuja to a booth in the corner, he slid in across from him and shrugged out of his coat before taking a look at the wine list in front of him. “Any preference?” He asked as he eyed the lack of listed prices. That never boded well. “I’m rather partial to reds myself.”
He glanced up when Kuja asked to know more about him, laughing softly at the term warrior poet, though he decided he rather liked the title. Pity his fan club had decided to call themselves Red Leather of all things. Not that he minded being appraised for his looks, but really. He had a much better personality than Sephiroth did. Why everyone flocked towards him when he had all the charisma of a socially awkward cardboard box was a mystery.
“As you like,” he agreed, putting in an order for a glass of the third red wine listed when the waitress sauntered over. It had to be the third. If he ordered the first, then it might look like he didn’t know these brands. He didn’t. But that was hardly the point. He’d fight anyone who suggested otherwise.
He waited for Kuja to put in his order before sitting back and considering his question. “My nature. Well, as I said before, I used to be a Soldier. A common tale where I’m from. My world is rather like this city unfortunately. Dark, saturated with industry, and obsessed with war and the military.” He grimaced as he trailed a finger down the menu. “My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow, no matter where the winds may blow.”
He glanced back up at Kuja. “So I do have some skill with a sword and magic. But I don’t use it for them anymore. I abandoned that particular line of work.” Explosively. By taking half of Soldier with him and turning them into his copies. But somehow he didn’t think Kuja would be impressed by that part. “After all, I’d much rather focus on the arts.” Turning his hideout into a shrine for the first three acts of Loveless and lying in wait for Zack counted as focusing on the arts, right?
Thankfully, the waitress brought their drinks at that moment, and Genesis gratefully removed one of his red leather gloves with his teeth before picking up the wine glass and idly swirling the dark red liquid.
“And you? You had quite a few titles ready when you introduced yourself,” Genesis commented as he took a sip of the dry wine.
Genesis really was beautiful. Immersed in the dim half-shadows, his eyes stood out even more -- piercing in a strange green-blue. Kuja tilted his cheek into his palm as he watched them. His mascara framed them perfectly.
A woman with wiry hair approached before Genesis could answer. Genesis spoke confidently, pointing at a wine from the list and requesting it by name. Kuja smiled at her and tilted his head further into his hand. ”I’m not quite familiar with these wines, I’m afraid. Might I ask for a suggestion? I’m partial to reds, bittersweet.” She answered, and he laughed quietly. ”How generous. I’ll trust in your refined taste.” Her cheeks warmed as she scribbled down his order and then quickly left. Kuja’s smile sharpened into a smirk.
”Now where were we?”
Genesis told him about his time as a soldier. How he’d been the product of a hideous, industrialized city such as this. Kuja scowled at the mention of it, already distasteful. At the very least, Genesis seemed to find some poetic meaning to it, and Kuja laughed under his breath. Flying away to a world that abhorred him? He quite knew the feeling.
The waitress returned and set their glasses in front of them. Kuja smiled at her and took his in one hand, meeting her eye as he brought it to his lips. She opened her mouth, closed it, and scurried away. It was so easy to wrap women such as her around his finger. And men too, he supposed.
”Titles? Oh yes. I’m a man of many talents.” Kuja set an elbow on the table and leaned his cheek into a palm. ”I started in my world alone. No money. No standing. My first work was in charms. Magical armor, weapons, accessories, and the like. I’ve always had a particular fondness for magic.” He raised his free hand and brought a few sparks to it. He gathered them there and strung them through his fingers until they danced in glittering streams.
”I made my first fortune as an engineer. My home world.” He gave a bitter smirk. ”Is nothing like this. The steam engine was the newest marvel if you could believe it.” He gave a short laugh, watching his hand and the lights that still played across it. ”I dealt in weapons mostly. They were refined enough to garner a personal partnership with the local auction house, and eventually the wealth to buy my way into the nobility. From there, I propositioned the queen, and she became my patron. She was always rather fond of me.”
He touched at his lips and laughed quietly, shoulders shaking. ”Such a hideous woman. I swear, she had the figure of an elephant.” He smiled wryly and straightened, sipping at his wine. It was just as he’d requested -- bittersweet.
”I suppose our worlds weren’t so different, really. Industrialized versus industrializing and both slaves to war. I’m amazed anything of value could come of it. But poetry is universal.” Kuja took a long sip from his wine. ”You must be more at home here than I am. I’ll admit, this city is as unfamiliar to me as it is dismal.”
Genesis watched Kuja over the rim of his wine glass as the man told his story. He noted the way that his eyes changed in the dim lighting along with his moods. The way a scowl played on his lips when he spoke of the queen and the way his eyes shone when he talked about how he had worked his way up in the world. He was a sight to behold in the lamplight.
“The winds sails over the water’s surface, quietly but surely,” Genesis complimented him as he idly swirled his glass of wine. “Working your way up from nothing to a queen’s side is commendable.”
He took a sip of the wine that was unfortunately sweeter than he would have liked. Apparently that’s what he got for picking one at random, but he’d take an inferior product to bolster his pride anyday. Regardless, he was fine with putting up with it while Kuja demonstrated his magic by calling a few sparks to his fingertips and laughed scornfully about the queen of his world. He was somehow even more beautiful when he was framed by fire.
“I’m sorry you had to put up with her then,” Genesis said with a slight laugh. “I suppose that’s one benefit to waking up in this world. That we no longer have to deal with the people we’d rather not.” Not that there was anyone left for him to face. Zack? Shinra? What did it matter?
Genesis made a slight face as Kuja said that he must have been more at home here than Kuja was. “It’s a bit too much like home, to be honest. Between the heavy industry and the military. Though they appear to allow their poor the privilege of the sun here at any rate.” He rolled his eyes before eyeing the red liquid in his glass. “The capital city was built in tiered sectors, and the slums were on the bottom. So people in the lower sectors could spend their entire lives in the dark under the plate, if you can believe it. How’s that for being stereotypically evil? It’s like that terrible opera we just left.”
He took a reluctant sip of the saccharine wine, but it didn’t bring him much in the way of respite from Shinra poking its way into his thoughts. “They weren’t even a government like they have here. Just an energy company that overreached until they had the entire world sitting in their palm. I suppose nothing is as evil as a corporation.” He laughed a tad bitterly before shooting Kuja a smile.
“My friend, the fates are cruel. My apologies, I know government is such a fascinating topic for a date. I just seem to have gotten started on a Shinra tirade.” His smile widened slightly into a smirk. “I suppose you’re owed a rant now as well if you’d like one.”
”Corporations.” Kuja blinked slowly at him without comprehension. He could assume that an ’energy company’ had something to do with engines, but their supposed form of non-government meant nothing to him. His own ignorance bristled at the base of his tail, and he hid his lips behind his wine glass to keep his expression from souring. Ignorance was only a failing for the complacent. A failing best corrected.
”I’m afraid I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.” Kuja replaced his glass on the table. His tail twitched. ”My background doesn’t give much framework for it. But I’d be fascinated to learn more -- as dismal as it sounds.”
He raised his eye to the hanging lamp above them shaded in dim orange glass. The city he could imagine at least -- millions of people all stacked on top of each other and scrambling for resources long depleted. The deathly atmosphere, the shades of gray smog, the utter waste inflicted upon a planet that had once breathed. He’d seen the images reflected back to him in Terran archives. Genesis likely came from planet in a similar dying state. Kuja wondered how long it would last.
”As a matter of fact, I find the complexities of politics quite riveting. I climbed the ranks of political intrigue myself after all.” He smiled in a way that held far more satisfaction than he’d meant it to. Oh yes, he’d climbed it in time and then sent it all crashing down. He’d only needed wealth and a smile to wrap the queen around his finger.
”It’s like a game of chess.” He felt his eyes burn as brightly as the spark he weaved about his hand. ”Deception, plotting. Every move must be planned at least five moves ahead. The royal court is a den of snakes. One must slither carefully to avoid their fangs.”
He shook the magic from his hand. The other nobles had done nothing but hiss and rear their heads at him. They'd grown complacent on their own birth right and had never once been forced to defend it. How they’d sneered at him and his new money and youth. They’d called him many things whispered just loudly enough to hear -- a cheat, a eunuch, a whore. All of it nothing but hissing.
And in the end, he’d been the one laughing loudest.
”I find monarchs quite dull as a matter of fact. They’re born to their power -- deserving or not -- and the masses will defend it to the death. No matter how incompetent or witless or cruel, they deserve their birthright by matter of blood alone. It’s inane.”
Kuja cast his gaze to Genesis again. ”I believe that strength is found in the self, and that power belongs to those who seek it thus. And take it to the sky.” Kuja smirked and lifted his glass again. ”And you? You seem quite distasteful of your ruling class.”
“Ah. My apologies.” Genesis supposed that it wasn’t too odd that Kuja had no idea what a corporation was. It sounded like he was from a society with a lower technology level that still operated under a monarchy. What a time to be alive. Though it seemed to come with its own share of problems from what Kuja described.
“Shinra, at its core, is a company that sells energy to the masses.” He smiled a tad bitterly. “They extract what we call Mako from the planet and use it to power the world. Essentially, they slowly kill the planet while earning profits in the process. And along the way, they overthrew every other sovereign nation in the world until they controlled all of it. Everyone’s fully dependent on them now.”
Talking about Shinra left a bitter taste in his mouth, so he threw back the remainder of his wine and let the sweet taste linger in his mouth longer than he would have liked before swallowing. His eyes lit on a chandelier hanging near the lounge’s entrance as Kuja went on his own rant about politics. He seemed to enjoy the intricacies of navigating the political climate more than Genesis would have guessed. There was a gleam to his eye as he spoke of the failings of royalty that caught his attention more than anything else. Genesis decided that maybe he should be a little more cautious with this man. He was naturally distrustful of anyone who enjoyed politics that much.
His caution lasted roughly ten seconds until Kuja quoted Loveless from his few times of hearing it. Suddenly feeling like he was melting in his chair, Genesis sat up in rapt attention and forced himself not to swoon. What memory. What an ear for poetry. What wit he had to take a line he’d heard once and apply it to his own situation. Genesis was so enraptured that he’d nearly missed that Kuja had asked him a question.
“Hm?" He blinked slowly as he tried to process what he’d been asked. Oh yes. Kuja wanted to know why he hated Shinra. That was fine. At that moment, Kuja could have asked him to stab the waitress and he might have thought it was a reasonable suggestion.
“There’s nothing to find tasteful about Shinra.” He said with a scowl. “They’re a festering pool of excess, greed, and human experimentation. They deserve to burn to ash and fade into the pages of history.” He was probably coming dangerously close to sharing something actually personal with that last part, but between the hum of the wine and the lamplight reflected back at him in Kuja’s eyes, he was finding it difficult to care.
“And your queen?” Genesis asked as he signaled for the waitress. He was due for another glass of wine. “With your scorn for the monarchy, I can only hope your chess match with her ended well.”
