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year 5, quarter 3
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I don't know if this partnership is good or bad for them xDD
I knew mine was a special existence
Genesis laughed.
Sephiroth stiffened, muffling a wince. There was no revulsion, no pity, hardly even surprise. No, something bitter crossed his friend’s face instead, his laugh hollow. The sound churned in Sephiroth’s throat, and he wished suddenly that Genesis' eyes would flash with anger again. He knew how to handle his emotional outbursts, but this was something else entirely. Genesis knew something that he didn’t. For the first time in his life, it was Sephiroth who who had fallen behind Genesis' step.
”You don’t remember why I ran off?” There it was again, that bitter, knowing look. Genesis finally had his place of power. Why wasn’t he enjoying it? ”Then let me remind you.”
His answer came in a flourish of black. An angled shadow. A gust of wind. Feathers spiraling weightlessly to the ground. The details flashed before him one after the other until finally the pieces snapped together and Sephiroth’s mouth opened in a silent ’oh.’ It was a wing. A replica of his own down to every last feather. Sephiroth had spent hours examining its crevices, extending it one way then the other, biting his tongue at how natural it felt. This was no accident, but if that was the case, then why did they both-?
Something brushed the tip of his wing. It recoiled away before Sephiroth could glance towards the cause. Genesis. Their wings met like two halves of a bird in flight. ”We match.”
Sephiroth didn’t know whether it was a joke or not. It was sour and humorless, and yet, there was something almost bracing about it. He wasn’t alone. The realization struck him like a shot of cool mako. In this, he wasn’t alone.
”Angeal,” he muttered without meeting Genesis’ gaze. ”What does he have to do with it? Or you?” He glanced hesitantly towards Genesis’ wing. It hovered close to his own. Too close. He stepped away.
”Shinra did this to me,” he said. ”But how could they do the same to you after you defected?” His temple pulsed with thoughts that wouldn’t connect. He touched at the vein, grimacing, before he suddenly stilled. ”After the hospital. They wouldn’t let us see you.” He raised his head until he found Genesis’ eye. ”That was when it happened -- why you left. They-”
Sephiroth’s fist tightened. After all that time waiting, worrying, he'd taken every word they told him as truth. Why hadn’t he questioned? Why hadn't he thought to search for Genesis himself? To leave with Angeal to find Genesis together? Something simmered dark inside him that he had long buried in training and discipline. All his life he’d been taught to bite as he was told and to bow his head at their command. He’d leashed himself, unquestioning, to the will of a master that had only ever seen him as tool. They’d used Genesis just the same, and once their tool had broken…
”They threw you away.” Threw them both away. He had never thought to turn his sword against them, but now his blade thirsted for it. His eyes set into a cool burn. ”Angeal is dead. They don’t deserve honor.”
What did Angeal have to do with it? Genesis wasn’t sure how to go about answering that. He had nothing and everything to do with it. Just like he had nothing to do with their lives now but still somehow maintained a solid, disapproving presence. Perhaps Genesis had just never known how to let the man go.
Sephiroth seemed both relieved and deadly focused after Genesis unfurled his matching wing. Genesis supposed he could understand that. He’d felt the same relief the first time that he’d seen Angeal’s double white wings, but also the same visceral disgust at Shinra for touching his friend. He’d never wanted Angeal or Sephiroth to feel like monsters, but at the same time, he would—reluctantly—admit that he might be a tiny bit selfish on occasion. And even monsters didn’t want to be alone.
Sephiroth seemed perplexed about when this could have happened to him, and Genesis grimaced slightly as he went silent and seemed to put the pieces together. Sephiroth had always been good at that. “If you remember, it was my shoulder that was hit,” he muttered in confirmation. “The wound healed shortly after the last time they let you visit me. But only after I’d sprouted a wing.”
“They threw you away.”
Genesis paused for a moment, considering the fury in Sephiroth’s eyes, and his lips parted slightly in surprise as it occurred to him that he was a large part of that anger. Sephiroth was this angry at Shinra…for him?
“Sephiroth…” Genesis started, but then he paused, unsure of how to continue. For once, he had nothing in response to being slapped in the face with Sephiroth’s empathy. No sarcasm. No poetry. No dramatics. Without them, he felt strangely vulnerable, and like he was meeting Sephiroth for the first time again. Even weirder was the realization that he didn’t necessarily hate it.
“Angeal is dead. They don’t deserve honor.”
Genesis recoiled back slightly, staring at Sephiroth to see if he was serious before a loud laugh escaped him. “My soul, corrupted by vengeance, hath endured torment to find the end of the journey in my own salivation and your eternal slumber,” he said with a grin, feeling the fire return to his eyes. He knew how to deal with the desire for revenge far better than being confronted with the fact that Sephiroth might care.
“They never deserved honor. Even Angeal could see it. There was a time when he joined me in my quest to burn them to the ground before he got cold feet about what that took,” he said with a scowl before glancing up into Sephiroth’s glowing green eyes. They were currently set into a cold expression that Genesis found that he liked when it was directed towards Shinra.
“And you, Sephiroth?” He asked, feeling like a demon luring his friend back into the flames. How poetic. He could get used to that role. “My feelings haven’t changed in four years. But what do you want?”
It was so similar to that moment in the reactor when he had whispered the truth about what they were to Sephiroth. Only his friend had rejected him then. Feeling a last moment of vindictiveness, Genesis was unable to resist extending a hand to Sephiroth like he had held out the apple to him on that day four years ago. “My friend, your desire is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess,” he said with a flash of a smile, repeating the words that he had then. Hopefully they were better received today.
”My soul, corrupted by vengeance, hath endured torment to find the end of the journey in my own salivation and your eternal slumber.”
Sephiroth could have recited it with him word for word. It was almost funny how a line he’d suffered through so many times could suddenly take meaning. For that briefest of moments, Sephiroth could almost see the appeal of Genesis’ dramatics, but it left him just as quickly as it had come. This was the time for action -- not poetics -- yet the thought still left a lingering smirk at his lips.
’My soul corrupted by vengeance.’ Sephiroth almost envied his passion.
”And you, Sephiroth?” Genesis’ eyes flicked towards him expectantly. ”What do you want?”
For a moment, Sephiroth could only stare at him, bewildered. What did he want? It wasn’t a question he was used to being asked, not even by himself. What he’d wanted had always been irrelevant. He’d had missions, orders, and he couldn’t afford any frivolous distractions. The thought struck as more than a little childish, yet it struck him all the same.
Sephiroth turned from him slowly. The room was ruined both through age, bloodshed, and of course, Genesis. The loose pages at his feet had become suddenly irrelevant. What did he want? It wasn’t paging through old texts alone in a dismal library. It wasn’t training at a lonely cliffside snared by his thoughts as much as his sword, and it wasn’t a life of obedience and meaningless glory. Sephiroth’s brow twitched into a furrow. It was easier to decide what he didn’t want than what he did.
Genesis offered a hand. “My friend, your desire is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess.” He stood before him, waiting, watching, expectant. Genesis had always claimed that his so-called ’gift of the goddess’ carried as many interpretations as there were desires. Love. Wealth. Power. It could have meant anything, and yet, Sephiroth knew better than that. Sephiroth had struggled with the question, and Genesis had provided the answer.
There had only been one thing to ever make Sephiroth feel truly alive. He glanced towards Genesis’ outstretched hand, raised his own, and then paused. Even now, he couldn’t take it.
”I’ve stayed with Zack in a city by the coast.” He turned away from Genesis, smirking faintly. ”He claims we were friends. You might not remember him.” Even now he couldn’t quite believe it. He’d never taken much notice of Zack except as a promising Second and as Angeal’s protege. Their time together hadn’t been exactly comfortable, but he could see the soldier’s good intentions even so. ”We should work together to find a way to Midgar. I think he could be useful.”
He looked up thoughtfully before starting past Genesis towards the door. This was more his field -- tactics, action, goals. Even so, he felt himself slow to a stop. After all that had happened, it felt wrong to leave it at that.
He fixed his eyes on the shadowed hallway. ”I’m glad to have you back,” he said before starting forward again. Other questions lingered in silent echoes -- Why didn’t you tell me? How could you leave me without answers? Did you not trust I’d take your side? -- but they were nothing but distractions. He’d keep his attention ahead just as he always had. There was no point in dwelling on the past.
Sephiroth raised his hand, and for a moment, Genesis was already poised to laugh. But at the last second, he lowered his hand and turned away, a faint smirk on his lips.
Seriously? Genesis scowled at the man’s back, giving him a petulant look as he crossed his arms. “Unless I caught something from that beautiful man in Sonora, I assure you that I’m not crawling with any diseases,” he said with a roll of his eyes. Unless you counted Jenova of course, but he wasn’t about to get into that with Sephiroth again. He hadn’t taken it so well the first time.
However, Sephiroth’s comment that they should go back to where he had been staying with Zack made Genesis forget his irritation in a way almost nothing else could have. “You expect me to live with Zack?” He asked in outrage, wondering if knocking over another shelf would make him feel better. “You must really not like the town he’s in.”
Pursing his lips, Genesis weighed his options. If he threw enough of a fit, Sephiroth was sure to side with him to avoid it becoming an issue, but he didn’t really want to spoil their reunion so soon. And he did have to admit—reluctantly—that Zack could be useful. It never hurt to have a hero around as fodder. He doubted Zack would be on board with razing Shinra, but that wouldn’t be an issue until they returned to Midgar anyway.
“Fine, fine!” He waved his arms in irritation. “But I reserve the right to knock him unconscious and leave him by an apple tree! In the full sunlight! In a leather coat!”
Marching after Sephiroth, Genesis paused slightly when Sephiroth said that he was glad to have him back. He made it sound almost like an afterthought, and Genesis might have been offended if he wasn’t so used to Sephiroth's unbelievable lack of tact.
“Hmph. If anything, I have you back,” he said after a moment. “Welcome back from the dead. And I guess I’m glad about that too. I guess.”
Shooting Sephiroth a small smile, he moved forward into the hallway after his friend. Suddenly the world of Zephon looked ten times brighter to him.
