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Despite how out of sorts Zack looked, Genesis had to laugh when he said in a tense voice that Sephiroth was a terrible liar. “Oh, atrocious. I love when he puts his foot in his mouth.” He had too many stories to count of Sephiroth failing in his social interactions because he was just wholly interested, but somehow he didn’t think that either of them would appreciate hearing those stories right now. Well, there was always later.
It would seem that Genesis had struck a nerve by mentioning the comatose cadet. (Cloud? Genesis had never bothered to learn his name before). Zack was so upset that he went so far as to pull his sword on him, and since Sephiroth chose to intervene, Genesis was able to play innocent by raising his hands at the oversized blade pointed in his direction. “Hero of the dawn, healer of worlds. Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul,” he quoted a bit derisively. “Rage isn’t very becoming in a hero, First-class Soldier Fair.” He wasn’t able to resist that last little dig. He didn’t really care if Zack attacked him, but seeing him wield that particular sword had always grated on him. He eyed the buster sword closely as Zack took a breath and returned it to its place on his back. You don’t deserve to use that sword. No one should if he isn't here.
Genesis was so caught up in his scowl that it took him a moment to realize that Sephiroth appeared to be having some kind of episode. “Sephiroth?” He asked, all his usual banter and insults flying out of his head as the man audibly gasped for breath. Sephiroth looked even paler than he normally did, which Genesis hadn’t even thought was possible, so he stepped closer to his friend with a frown. “My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I?” It was his way of asking if the silver-haired man was alright, but Sephiroth seemed to come to his senses after a moment as he lowered his sword.
When Sephiroth made it clear that he would choose to side with Genesis over Zack, Genesis was legitimately touched. It was such a different scene from that day in the reactor when he had knocked the apple out of his hand. “You can rot.” Those words from one of his former best friends had cut him to the core, and even if Sephiroth didn’t remember saying it, it still felt like he was trying to make up for what had happened between them.
“Why Sephiroth. That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” He half-heartedly tried to hug Sephiroth from behind, mostly because he expected the man to dodge out of the way. Afterward, he blinked innocently in the dark-haired soldier's direction. “What do you say, Zack?” His lips twitched upward into a half-smirk. “I’m willing to bury the past if you are. I did pay your rent last month after all. I'd say that you owe me a favor.” He somewhat expected the man to storm out the door, but he couldn’t say that he would really mind that outcome. It was one way to get rid of him.
Genesis supposed that he couldn’t blame Bartz for being startled to see him--if he had ever encountered the brunette man again than he would have assumed it would be in a bar in Sonora again and not in the middle of some kind of disaster half a continent away. As it was, Bartz looked incredibly overwhelmed, as if he didn’t quite know what to do about all the carnage happening around him. It looked like he hadn’t lost his simple, naive nature yet. Those weren’t traits that Genesis normally liked in people, but he found that he was glad in this case.
The two older kids on the roof seemed to take offense at his comments. The blonde girl that Bartz had referred to as Krile gave him an icy look, but Genesis had to laugh at her comment that she could take care of herself better than Bartz could. “Oh, I’ve no doubts on that. It’s such a low bar to clear,” he said with a faint smirk directed at her and the brunette boy.
The other boy looked to be around Krile’s age, though Genesis didn’t have a name to put with his face yet. He’d either missed his introduction or he hadn’t said his name yet, but he also voiced his protests at being called a child in a way that mildly rubbed Genesis the wrong way. Ugh. Kids these days. If Bartz wasn’t around, then he might have been tempted to push the boy off the roof when no one was looking. As it was, he applauded himself on his remarkable self-restraint when all he did was make eye contact with the boy and say “Children.”
There were sudden screams from down below as the ladder was wrenched in half by the force of one of the orbs. Bartz managed to save the child on top, and the anonymous brunette boy seemed to be surprisingly adept at healing magic as he took over from there. Peering over the side, Genesis grimaced in distaste at the sight of the orbs. There sure were some dead children under there. “My friend, the fates are cruel. There are no dreams, no honor remains.”
As he finished his Loveless quote, Bartz was engulfed in the same light that had attracted the thieves to him inside the nightclub where they had met. “Really? Is now the time for your dancing gear?” He asked with a roll of his eyes, but when the light faded, he was dressed in thick blue armor instead of the red half-shirt that Genesis had been expecting. “Oh. Well that’s new.”
Krile seemed thrilled with the transformation for some reason, and she explained that he would now be able to jump extraordinarily high. Everyone acted like changing abilities along with your clothing was completely normal for some reason, so Genesis didn’t bother to point out how insane that was. He’d rolled with weirder since he’d woken up in Zephon.
The brunette boy quickly offered to heal any wounded that Bartz was able to bring back, which was admittedly a good plan. He did seem to be fairly skilled with magic--not that Genesis would compliment him after their earlier exchange. Krile seemed unreasonably worried about Bartz having to jump so high though, and Genesis raised an eyebrow as he considered the sky.
“And why exactly is that such a problem?”
Sephiroth appeared to be long gone. For all Genesis knew, he’d already found the source of the orbs. Should he take to the air to follow his friend? He somehow doubted the other two would want him around once Bartz was gone.
Truthfully, Genesis hadn’t wanted to leave the apartment when he had been so deep into a nap, so when Sephiroth had rushed out the door without a word, Genesis had very nearly just rolled over on the couch and gone back to sleep. The only thing that gave him pause was that the man had his sword in hand. Clearly he’d noticed some kind of threat. With a groan, Genesis oozed his way off the couch and threw his red leather coat on over his shoulders. He was severely feeling the amount of wine that he had drank last night, so he had to push himself to catch up with his friend as he grabbed his rapier off the table and chased after him down the street.
“Someone better be dead, Sephiroth!” He yelled up to his friend in irritation, rubbing at his pounding headache as they sprinted closer towards the center of town. The wind blowing towards them brought the sound of horrified screams with it, and Genesis blinked at the noise. Then he blinked again. “Oh. I guess they are.”
Running was a lot slower than flying, but he knew that Sephiroth wasn’t exactly comfortable with taking off by himself yet, so with only a slight scowl, Genesis extended his wing through the slit in his coat. Grabbing his friend’s arm in mid-run, he pushed off against the ground and propelled them both up towards the sky. Once they were at a comfortable height, he let go of Sephiroth, trusting that he could take over from here. Sephiroth would probably be annoyed with him, but he seemed focused on the destination for now at least.
As they soared closer to the center of town, Genesis squinted towards the tiny figures below them, whistling under his breath at the sight of the fleeing people and the magic orbs chasing them down. “When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end, the goddess descends from the sky,” he quoted, glancing between a few people getting crushed into the sidewalk. “Must we get involved? I’m not about risking my life for strangers.” He yawned behind one hand, still fighting his hangover as they descended closer to the chaos. “We could always just keep going, get a house in Provo instead,” he suggested, eyes scanning the landscape below him until he suddenly pulled back in surprise, eyes locked on a red-caped brunette boy on the roof who was decidedly not a stranger. Bartz. What was he doing so far from Sonora?
Forgetting about Sephiroth, Genesis dove towards the roof, lightly landing on the shingles behind the small crowd that had gathered there and pulling in his wing. One of the older kids on the roof had just bowed to Bartz and the blonde girl next to him, his speech surprisingly fluid for his age as he thanked them for showing him the way. Some kind of high-born upbringing, no doubt.
“Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess,” Genesis greeted them, his eyes flickering between the small dark-haired boy and the blonde girl before focusing on Bartz. “Why am I not surprised to find you in the thick of things?” He asked with a slight roll of his eyes. The last time that he’d seen Bartz, he had been sneaking out of his hotel room at the crack of dawn, so his words came out a bit more disgruntled than he meant them. “And now you’re with a gaggle of children. Have you adopted?”
Around this time, Genesis remembered that Sephiroth existed, so he glanced upward, but it appeared that the silver-haired man was long gone. Wonderful. Leave it to Sephiroth to keep going towards the action.
“Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess,” Genesis muttered to himself as he transcribed the words to paper. He had been appalled to learn that Loveless did not exist in Zephon, and he was taking it upon himself to write down the entirety of the play in a spiral-bound notebook that he had recently bought in town. Loveless itself was a gift after all, and this world was dimmer for not having seen its brilliance performed yet. Genesis was planning to change that.
While he pondered the different order of the lines in his head, Sephiroth was moping about with a sullen look on his face. He always looked like he wanted to complain about something or other, and Genesis rolled his eyes, stretching to take up more of the couch as he etched out his next line. One of his shoes was probably out of place by the door or something else minute and stupid. Either way, Genesis ignored his friend as Sephiroth buried his face in a book by the window.
He almost ignored the knock on the door too. At least until a voice he firmly recognized made his head snap up in disbelief. Ugh. He had known all along that it was Zack’s apartment that he was staying in, but the man had yet to make an appearance, so Genesis had nearly forgotten that he and Sephiroth weren’t just living alone with an unused bedroom. Resisting a snort as Zack complained that he had lost his key, Genesis made to get up and answer the door until Sephiroth ordered him to behave himself like he was a child.
Narrowing his eyes, Genesis settled back on the couch as Sephiroth went to answer the door instead. Oh, he’d show him behaving.
Sephiroth chided Zack for having been away for so long, and Genesis rolled his eyes as he waited for Sephiroth to stop mothering him. Whatever had happened, Zack was fine. From Genesis’ experience, Angeal’s puppy was as resilient as a cockroach.
Needed somewhere to go? Genesis bristled as Sephiroth awkwardly broached the topic that he was there. “I was doing just fine before you, thank you,” he said with a scowl. “You’re the one who needs friends here.”
He gave the door an incredibly half-hearted wave as Sephiroth stepped back and he finally landed eyes on Zack. “My friend, the fates are cruel. There are no dreams, no honor remains.” The man looked just like he had during their final encounter, and Genesis eyed his haircut with some amount of animosity as he slapped the notebook that he’d been writing in closed and rose to a standing position. “So you actually are here in this world. I was beginning to think that Sephiroth was lying.” He eyed him a bit carefully, unsure of where they stood after the understanding they’d reached underneath Banora’s apple trees. “Where’s that blond boy you were always with?” He asked as an afterthought. “Or did you finally put him out of his misery?”
As Genesis sipped his fresh glass of red wine, Mateus echoed his sentiment that he wanted to know more about the group they were being offered to join. Genesis smiled at him more genuinely over the rim of his glass as the man wondered poetically whether or not her golden mask also hid the heart of a dragon. What a fascinating bit of musing. The ex-emperor was a bit on the surly side, but there was no denying that he was elegant and beautiful with a penchant for the arts. Genesis found that he wouldn’t mind seeing him again after this if their paths crossed in the city again. They were both staying with a friend in Torensten after all, and both being granted the same offer to join this underground group.
Seeming to acknowledge that they both wanted answers, X finally began her story with a question. “Were either of you here before the dragon's gate was wrenched open?”
Genesis quirked an eyebrow, glancing at Mateus to see if he had any ideas of what she was talking about. “I’m going to go out on a limb and say that I wasn’t,” he said with a wave of his hand. She spoke about it like an event that everyone should know about, so he assumed that he would have heard about it even if he hadn’t been in Torensten at the time.
X continued only after standing up, her passion and excitement flowing through into her voice as she asked if either of them had ever heard of Bahamut. Genesis blinked slowly at her, and he was about to ask what the rare summon had to do with anything, but she was already off on a rant about this world’s myths and legends. He could respect that level of obsession, so he quietly let her finish, growing more and more positive that she couldn’t be speaking about the same Bahamut that he knew.
“I’m not sure that summoning him is as exciting as you imagine,” he said as he stood up himself. “I managed to find the materia to call him in my own world, and he was powerful certainly, but it was nothing world-shattering.” Unfortunately. Bahamut hadn’t even managed to take down Zack, though he’d at least served as a nice distraction for the first-class Soldier. “I suppose yours may be a different version though,” he admitted, flopping back down into his seat as he considered her offer. “To spread the gospel of Bahamut then? That’s what you want from us?”
Unless there was a catch, it really wasn’t a bad offer, all things considered. Sure, it involved going along with something that bordered on insanity, but Genesis was no stranger to relying on a goddess for aid or to telling anyone he came across about her words. He was more passionate about what he actually believed in certainly, but he had no problem with broaching the topic of Bahamut with strangers if he received wealth in return. It wasn’t as if he and Sephiroth were supporting themselves right now. They were mooching off of Zack and crammed into a tiny apartment all together, as if that wasn’t humiliating enough.
And as for Bahamut…Well, if this group actually managed to call him, then Genesis did have to admit that he missed calling on summons in battle. He could rely on his own swordskills and the materia that he’d brought with him, but summon materia had been a large part of his fighting style back on Gaia. Assuming that this group wasn’t just a fringe group with insane members, then Genesis would be interested in getting a piece of that power. If X was competent enough to finish her work, that was.
“I see. My friend, your desire is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess,” Genesis said with a slow smile towards her as he rested his chin on his crossed fingers. “Color me interested.”
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 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.”
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.
“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.
Mateus goaded him to answer further what he wanted changed by pointing out that he’d already left Shinra. Genesis scowled faintly into his glass of wine, wondering how to answer that. Certainly, Shinra was irrelevant here, but that didn’t change the facts or the people he had met here. Sephiroth was still struggling to accept himself and was liable to lose it when his memories returned. Vivi had been nice enough for a kid, but he had clearly been some kind of experiment. Even Kuja, however enjoyable their night had been, had clearly just been trying to lose himself in something to dull the pain. It seemed like everyone who had come to Zephon from another place was just getting by, and no one was doing anything about it.
“It’s better here, but it’s not really any different at its core,” he said, voicing what had been nagging at him since his arrival. “And for how many people appear here from other places, the leadership in Zephon seems to be supremely lacking if they don’t have a plan in place for that. That’s just asking people to steal or be forced to claw their way up from the bottom.” Hence him and Sephiroth being forced to squat in Zack’s tiny apartment, despite how humiliating that was. He had a feeling that Mateus could relate. His extravagant clothes showed that he was probably fairly well-off now, but it was still a let-down from being an emperor if his earlier expression during the topic was anything to go by.
When it came Mateus’ turn to answer, he was quick to challenge X by saying that there was nothing in particular that he wanted from Torensten and that it was her task to show him there was something here to offer. Genesis repressed the urge to laugh at how blunt that was, but it seemed to be effective as X clapped her hands and the servant boy quickly left the room. Genesis frowned slightly, watching him walk away until the click of the double doors signified that the three of them were alone in the extravagant dining room.
X began by implying that she would like their aid because they stood out and would have a fair amount of influence, and that in exchange, they would be surrounded by the same luxury that they’d experienced tonight. She seemed to be trying to appeal to each of them individually—she reminded Mateus of how it felt to be a figurehead and informed Genesis that they were often able to whisper in the ears of the elite to create change. Genesis frowned at the last part, trying to weigh what she meant. He’d be able to affect change here if he joined them?
Neither Mateus or X appeared to be in a hurry to speak after that, and after a few seconds of silence, Genesis lost his patience. Setting down his empty wine glass with a loud clink, he eyed her carefully. “I take it that you’re asking us to join you? And what are you exactly?” He gestured towards her dragon mask that was starting to seem normal, despite how jarring they had been at first. “And what would we do here in exchange for your offer? You said that you wanted us for our influence?”
Appearance-wise, he could see why they were chosen. Mateus was a breath-taking sight, and he’d be an invaluable ally to their group with his leadership experience. As for Genesis, he supposed that his wing and red theme made him memorable, but X would be disappointed if she assumed that he came from the same cloth as the ex-emperor. His wing didn’t come to him from any high-class breeding or angelic ancestry. He was just a common failed experiment, nothing more. He was positive that she wouldn’t want him as much if she knew that, and he started pouring himself another glass of wine with slightly more force than necessary. “My soul, corrupted by vengeance, hath endured torment to find the end of the journey in my own salvation and your eternal slumber,” he quoted softly as he poured.
