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Kuja had laid a hand on his chest, directly over his heart. Genesis smiled faintly at the gentle pressure over his sweater, and he had started to dip in for a kiss when Kuja suddenly pulled back and straightened up to his full height again. Frowning, Genesis loosened his grip on the red leather sleeves of his coat as he looked up into the man’s eyes that had sharpened considerably. Had he been too bold? He hadn’t thought that Kuja would mind. Surely he hadn’t read the mood wrong.
Genesis was slightly mollified when Kuja laid a hand on his cheek, and he tilted his head to lean into the touch until he felt the sharp static of magic touch his skin. Tensing, he watched Kuja carefully as the man’s lips twitched into a smirk and he slowly dragged his fingers down the side of his face. The magic crackled and hummed close to his ear, and his skin prickled with goosebumps that had nothing to do with the cold. Somehow he’d forgotten his earlier thoughts that the man might be dangerous. Kuja seemed more than happy to remind him though.
“The only question is are you the water or the wind?”
Genesis’ mouth was moving before his brain had quite caught up. And even then, he refused to shut up when Loveless was involved anyway. “Now that’s a fascinating question with a lot of implica-”
Kuja’s fingers had curled into the front of his sweater, and Genesis found himself tugged forward and forced onto his toes to match the man’s height. He grasped the man’s shoulder pauldrons to keep his balance, and he heard the soft thump of his leather coat landing in the snow as Kuja brought him in and lightly pressed their lips together.
Maybe it should have been threatening between the warm press of Kuja’s magic against his cheek and the slightly awkward angle he was bent into, but there was something attractive about the sudden role reversal, so he melted into the kiss anyway until he felt Kuja’s lips quirk into a slight smirk.
“I know which I choose.”
Oh. Rude. Pulling back with a slight huff, Genesis considered Kuja with pursed lips as his thoughts flashed between irritation and amusement. Finally, they landed somewhere in the middle and he laughed under his breath a little. Well, this certainly wasn’t where he thought the night would go when he had approached the man at the opera house. He just had to attract a beautiful man with a ball of complexes and a dangerous edge.
“Oh, I’ve never minded playing the role of the water.” He moved one gloved hand from Kuja’s shoulder armor to the side of the man’s neck as he gently smoothed back some of his silver hair. “But I think you’ll find that I’m a stormier sea than most.” Genesis let his smile quirk upward into something a bit more challenging. “Strong waves aren’t always easily tamed.”
Genesis blinked in slow surprise when Kuja pulled out a pouch and paid for their drinks. He hadn’t been expecting him to take the lead, so he shot Kuja a low, grateful smile as he scooted out of the booth. He was loathe to admit that he was broke from day to day, but he didn’t exactly have a steady stream of income in Zephon yet.
Well, on second thought, he supposed his income was as steady as the number of soldiers in Sonora. Though that certainly wasn’t a sustainable way to live.
“Hero of the dawn, healer of worlds,” he thanked him as they walked out the door into the cold night. A breeze blew flurries of snow around them, and Genesis tugged his coat a bit tighter around him before glancing over at Kuja. He was surprised to see that Kuja had wrapped his arms around his middle as if the cold was affecting him now. The man shivered and Genesis frowned slightly as they made their way down the street.
“Is your magic not working?” He asked, but he wasn’t entirely sure if his question was lost on Kuja or not in his musings about the moon.
Two moons. Genesis looked up and shielded his face from the snow as he considered the pale moon against the black sky. Kuja’s words spun a beautiful picture, and he could almost see how it would look with the red and blue lights spilling across the ground. Or would their lights combine? Were the nights in that world as purple as the man’s clothing in front of him? That would truly be a sight to behold.
“I’ve always been partial to red myself,” he said with a smile as he turned to face Kuja where he’d stopped. “Pity your blue moon dominated the landscape.”
“I can’t remember the last time I connected so well with anyone.”
Genesis felt his smile slip from his face as he stared at the man across from him. Snowflakes had landed in Kuja’s hair, and they illuminated the silver strands like a crown. Under the eye shadow and winged eyeliner, the man’s blue eyes looked clearer to him than they had all evening.
“Neither do I,” he murmured, and then instantly regretted the words. Was that true? His thoughts flickered almost desperately to Angeal and Sephiroth, but they’d been near to enemies by the end, hadn’t they? Sephiroth had told him to rot, and Angeal had chosen death over becoming a monster like him. That was answer enough, wasn’t it?
The man across from him was like a reflection. Poetry and hedonism wielded like a weapon and worn as a mask. Genesis wanted to reach out to see if he was real. Kuja’s question about Loveless was all that woke him up, and he shook his head, pulling the red leather coat off over his shoulders when he saw that Kuja was still shivering.
“The wind sails over the water’s surface, quietly but surely,” he murmured, stepping towards him to drape the coat around his shoulders. He was dimly aware that the cold should have been cutting on his bare arms, but he barely felt it between the remaining glow of the wine and the heat of the man’s presence.
Kuja was an inch or two taller than him, which he suspected had more to do with the man’s high-heeled boots than anything, but it left him around eye-level with his curved, painted lips. Hoping to banish his earlier somber thoughts and to clear the vulnerability he had briefly seen in Kuja's eyes, Genesis grasped the empty sleeves of his coat and used them to tug Kuja down to his level.
“What drew you to that line right now?” he murmured close to the man’s lips. “Something you find inevitable?”
Genesis was out of sorts after leaving the Crystallus Divider. The immortal woman’s words kept bothering him more than he’d wanted to admit. Why hadn’t he been able to bring himself to kill the injured man that she’d thrown at him? If she was to be believed, then she might have been his only ticket back home, and he’d squandered it to save the life of a stranger. It was pathetic. And it was a hollow comfort that Angeal might have been proud of him for it, or that it was the only thing he’d done since his arrival that hadn’t been completely terrible. What did it matter what Angeal would think when Angeal was dead? Genesis didn’t need honor. He just needed a way home.
He’d flown west for a while after that in an effort to leave both the Crystallus Divider and the woman behind him. In the back of his mind, he thought to maybe return to the Reiken Woods. It was the first place that he’d woken up in when he’d come to Zephon after all. Maybe it had more answers than he’d known how to find at the time. But after a few days of travel, he had to admit that he might have gone off course. It appeared that he’d flown too far north in his distress, or so he learned in some backwoods hole of a town. The nearest landmark was some sort of temple that he had zero interest in right now. If the goddess wouldn’t answer his call at the divider, then why would she do any differently at a temple? No, it was best to stick with his original plan and return to the woods. Genesis made plans to fly further to the south in the morning before settling down at the first country inn he could find. He was certain that things would start looking up from here.
Instead, he’d woken up in the middle of the night gasping for air in a pool of his own sweat.
Cursing, Genesis rolled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom mirror to stare at his reflection. The room was pitch dark, and the wing hovering over his left shoulder made him look like some sort of villain from a terrible play. His glowing eyes stared back at him from the mirror, but a swirl of toxic green married his usual blue irises.
“The end is nigh,” he lamented, leaning over the sink and scooping a few handfuls of water into his mouth before just gripping the edge of the bathroom counter and leaning against it. He’d felt this kind of odd pull before, but only after he’d abandoned Shinra. And certainly not since his friends had died.
He cast his reflection one more uncertain glance before pulling away and fumbling in the dark for his sweater, coat, and boots. It certainly didn’t mean what he thought it did. Or so he told himself, though his fast heartbeat suggested otherwise. No, he just wanted to go check out whatever his instincts were telling him was wrong. That was all. If he repeated that enough times, then he’d have to believe it, right?
Once he was dressed and had collected his sword and scattered bits of materia, Genesis rushed outside and took to the skies. At first, he followed where his instincts told him to go, but eventually, he assumed it was safe to follow the sounds of distant screams and crashes instead. He followed the clear sounds of destruction to a town on the outskirts of what he assumed must be the fated temple and hovered uncertainly in the air, his eyes drawn to the creatures shambling through the dark streets.
“You have got to be kidding me,” he muttered, tucking in his wing and landing on a nearby roof so that he could get a better look at the moving corpses. The smell of rot rose up to hit him, and he recoiled in disgust. “Zombies?! What is my life now? Some sort of trashy B movie?” He scowled, glancing at the sky as if to blame the goddess for this, before turning away. That was it. Whatever this was, Genesis had no intention of getting involved in it. Odd instincts or no odd instincts, he was going back to bed.
He caught a flash of silver out of the corner of his eye and whipped around, staring at the distant figure on the ground that was moving towards the front of the massive temple. “Impossible,” he muttered, feeling something cold drop into his stomach as he rubbed his eyes on his coat sleeve in an effort to make the specter disappear. But however much he blinked, the man in the black coat remained, his silver hair reflecting the moonlight as he cut down every undead monster in his path. Genesis knew that comically long sword like the back of his hand.
The man disappeared into the temple, and Genesis let out a breath that he hadn’t entirely been aware that he’d been holding. His fingers twitched at his sides, and he cast the sky another accusatory glance. “The arrow has left the bow of the goddess,” he murmured before leaping into the air and unfurling his wing. He landed near the front of the temple steps and immediately drew his red rapier. A few of the undead still lurked nearby, and Genesis set them on fire almost casually as he followed the man in the black cloak into the temple.
Genesis took inventory once he was inside and carefully peeked inside every room and hallway that he passed. Eventually, he came across a door that looked like it had been freshly forced open, and he made himself pause and take a breath before stepping inside as lightly as possible. Sephiroth always had possessed excellent hearing.
The room was a library. Genesis blinked in surprise and glanced around at all the disturbed shelves and bodes slumped in various angles and undignified positions. What a pity. Books didn’t deserve to be draped in such carnage.
The sound of a page turning stilled him, and he turned to consider a row of shelves to his left. Hesitantly, Genesis approached, moving his way down the row of shelves directly next to where he’d thought the source of the sound to be. Reaching out a hand, he trailed a gloved finger along one shelf as he walked, considering the stone ceiling as he went. “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’d reached the end of the shelves. Pausing for a moment, he stepped into the next aisle, staring up at the man who’d always been a few inches irritatingly taller than him.
“Sephiroth,” he said, and then because his throat felt suddenly dry, he covered for the nauseous feeling in his stomach with a quip. “Why is it that I can’t take you anywhere without there being mass carnage?”
Genesis thought he must have at least somewhat succeeded in easing the tension as Kuja laughed and claimed that he wasn’t normally like this. He made an excuse that he must have drank too much alcohol. Now that was certainly true. The evidence was in the empty wine glasses scattered around them. Genesis cast the dregs of red wine staining the glass bottoms a brief glance as Kuja seemed to shake himself and suddenly regain his charm from earlier.
“What comes next I’ll leave up to you, though I know how I’d like the evening to end.”
Genesis paused for a moment, meeting Kuja’s inviting eyes and smile as he weighed his options. It should have been a no-brainer. He’d left the opera early and led the stranger here for that exact reason, hadn’t he? But with the dull thrum of the wine through his veins and with Kuja’s quick transformation from disdain to charm, he felt like he had a moment of clarity. He was being used. Whatever their similarities were and whatever revenge they’d both sought, Kuja clearly had no intention of actually opening up to him. The man wanted an enjoyable night, and then he’d be gone in the morning. He knew Kuja’s name and poetic tendencies, but at the end of the day, he was just another stranger putting on an act that he gave a shit.
Genesis was almost tempted to turn away just for the pride of the matter. After Shinra, he didn’t much care for having his strings pulled even in the most innocent of circumstances. But if he did leave, then what then? What did he really have waiting for him back at his own rented room? He knew no one in the city. He had very few possessions in Zephon at all. No clear plan of direction now that he wasn’t dying and there was no trace of Shinra around to oppose. All he had at the inn were half-filled wine bottles, scattered pieces of materia, and the lingering scent of Bartz’s shampoo on his pillow.
The waitress came over to lay down their checks, and after she’d moved on to another table, Genesis took the opportunity to lean forward and place his hand over Kuja’s wrist. “My friend, your desire is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess,” he said with his own best charming smile. Two could play at that game, after all. “I’m ready to leave. Lead the way, won’t you?”
Genesis had been so caught up in his own musing that he hadn’t really noticed until now that Kuja’s expression had changed. Somewhere along the line he had gone from looking interested and engaged to a more petulant look, and Genesis tilted his head slightly as he wondered if it was something that he had said. Perhaps he’d been a little too honest about his own actions against Shinra?
However, after Kuja went on a bitter rant that he abruptly cut himself off from finishing, Genesis had a better idea of what the problem was. It seemed that he’d touched a nerve. Did that mean that Kuja had met his own downfall in his quest for revenge? He watched the man with interest as Kuja paused to take a sip of wine, pressing back against the booth’s leather seat though he’d been leaned forward up until now.
I doubt you’d understand.
Ouch. Quite the dismissal. Genesis pursed his lips, deciding that he was probably meant to either comfort the man or leave. Pity that he’d never been great at either.
“Well I certainly won’t if you’re determined to leave it off there,” he said with a slight roll of his eyes. “But I abandoned that goddess-awful opera and came here because you’re welcome to try me. In any sense of the term.” He drained the last of his (fourth?) glass of wine before setting down the empty glass at the edge of the table.
“Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess,” he explained, before remembering Kuja’s earlier question. “And alas, no. My victory wasn’t stolen by someone I hated, but by someone who didn’t matter to me in the slightest. A random first-class soldier who meant so well that he could never understand why I wanted them to fall. Even after being experimented on and betrayed by them. A 'hero' to the end.” He smiled a tad bitterly.
Genesis had hoped to persuade her that the man’s life hardly mattered. That this wasn’t the type of person he either cared about or wanted revenge on. But he could immediately see from how her expression soured that he must have said the wrong thing.
Do you believe the common man would not look upon you as monster the same way those trained for war are?
That hit a bit too close to home, and Genesis scowled as he glanced down at the man on the ground. “Of course they would.” And they had, from what he recalled. Particularly in Banora when he had settled in there. “But it’s the people in power who matter. Not the masses. They’ll always hate what they don’t understand. It’s predictable.” After he’d betrayed Shinra, he’d never had eyes for the average person in Midgar beyond what havoc he could cause for Shinra by disrupting them. His quarrel had been with Shinra and anyone who supported them.
The woman prowled closer to him, and Genesis instinctively reached for his sword again, but she stopped by the man on the ground instead and raked one of her talons over the man’s face. Genesis didn’t bat much of an eye at the blood, despite his initial reaction of ’But why are your feet talons though?’ until she turned to him and made what was clearly a veiled threat.
Tensing, he stared at her, meeting her bright yellow gaze, though her eyes were currently narrowed in disdain. He had probably miscalculated. It certainly wasn’t his goal to make an enemy out of some ageless being with power over time, but before he could say so, she seemed to dismiss him instead of attacking.
I'll be watching and awaiting your decision.
He found his voice at that. “Wait, what? Watching?” She vanished from view with a harsh laugh, and he regripped his sword as he spun in a slow circle to see if she was still there. “You can’t just say that and not explain anything! Are we really leaving off of there?” She was nowhere to be found, but the more he looked for her, the more he noticed that everyone still in the valley who hadn’t scattered was staring at him in horror, like they were afraid that he might be associated with her. The man on the ground was still groaning feebly, and he suddenly couldn’t take it anymore.
“What? Something to see here?!” He yelled at the crowd, unfurling his wing through the slit in his coat as as he threw himself into the sky and rose towards the top of the valley. He heard a few screams from down below, and that infuriated him. Calling a fire spell to his fingertips, he threw the magic into the crowd below. The yells grew louder, and he started flying in whatever random direction he was facing before he could see if he had seriously hurt anyone or not. What did it matter? At the end of the day, perhaps she’d been right. He was nothing but a monster to them.
Genesis tilted his head to the side as Kuja called the queen a pawn. “Oh? Sounds like quite the story,” he commented, resting his chin on his fingers as he waited for their wine refills. At this point, Genesis was fairly certain that Kuja had at least arranged for her downfall, if not outright murdered her. It made him consider the man a little more carefully, but really, who was he to judge for trying to topple a government? From the way Kuja seemed to relish his choice of words in ‘a festering pool of excess of greed,’ it seemed he could relate to the sentiment. The queen had probably deserved whatever had happened to her.
Anyway, the wine warming his veins paired with Kuja’s wit and beauty was more than enough to make up for a little danger in this encounter. If anything, the glint in his eyes made it all the more enticing.
“Got what they deserved,” Genesis echoed Kuja with a short laugh. He could somehow see it. Would he have murdered them himself with the fire he could call to his fingertips? Would he have gotten the army on his side and used them instead? What did his laugh sound like when he had bested his enemies? Genesis wanted to ask, but that was probably a conversation best suited for privacy and another bottle of wine.
And what of you? Could you find beauty in it?
Genesis met his eyes over their empty glasses, and he wanted to ask what he was meant to find beauty in, but it really didn’t matter. Beauty in what Kuja had done? Beauty in giving people what they deserved? Beauty in this encounter? The answer was yes.
The waitress came to bring them their fresh glasses of wine, and Genesis smiled over the rim at him as he let Loveless do the talking for him. “My soul, corrupted by vengeance, hath endured torment to find the end of the journey in my own salvation and your eternal slumber,” he recited before taking a long sip and considering the blood-red liquid in his glass. “To plan for months while having to carry on as normal? And then taking their power away from them? Oh yes. I can find beauty in that.” He glanced back up at Kuja. “I can imagine your moment of triumph was wonderful.”
He really should have stopped there, but the fourth glass of wine was starting to get to him. “I tasted it only briefly before my downfall.” He had a moment of calm before regret hit him at what had possessed him to say that. His eyes flicked back up to Kuja as he tried to gauge his reaction, while filling in the silence with Loveless. “Pride is lost. Wings stripped away, the end is nigh.”
That probably wasn’t the best quote to dial anything back, but he couldn’t lie with Loveless. That would be blasphemy.
“Stay?” Genesis echoed, grimacing as she vanished from his view. He felt a bit like a naughty puppy being admonished for failing to learn a trick, and he didn’t appreciate her tone or the comparison.
Unfortunately he didn’t have much time to dwell on her words, because the people who had been lurking at a distance to watch them suddenly scattered with cries of fear. Genesis glanced up the valley at them, not surprised to see that the woman had flickered into view close to them. It was similar to what she had done to him when their conversation had started. It appeared that she either had some sort of teleportation powers or that she really could pause time.
Genesis hesitated as he watched the woman grab a man near the back who appeared to be hobbling on one leg. “Oh no,” he groaned aloud, not liking where this was going. “Really? Really. Goddess damn it! How do I get into these situations? Am I the problem?”
He was still cursing his luck when she flickered back into focus in front of him and threw the man at his feet. The man appeared to have dropped his crutches when he was grabbed, because he struggled to crawl away on all fours, pleading and begging for mercy from the dust. It was a pathetic sight that churned his stomach a bit. He cast the disdainful woman in front of him a questioning glance, though he was already positive what she was asking him to do even before she spoke.
To fight one's opponents is a part of life, but are you too tied to your humanity to be able to comprehend the layers of time?
This was a test. Pursing his lips, Genesis drew his sword and considered his red rapier as he weighed how to answer. Whichever way this went down, it would be good to have the blade at the ready.
“It’s not as if I truly care,” he settled on, reaching out to toe the pitiful man with the tip of his boot. “I’ve killed plenty like him.” And for a master he never should have followed. He scowled faintly, remembering the atrocities they’d all committed in Wutai when given the order by Shinra. Maybe in the eyes of history, nothing was considered a war crime when you were the victor.
“But I’ll admit I do generally prefer a reason,” he continued, trying to talk his way out of this as he glanced over at her. “So many people in the world deserve to die. Why should we waste our time on someone like him? Surely there are enough soldiers and politicians around if you’re looking for my resolve.”
He may have been trying to weasel out of this, but Genesis meant it as well. He’d burn his way through towns if she truly had a way to send him back home. He had before. But something about looking down at the single crying, injured man made him uncomfortable. Maybe it was the callous nature of it. He could make something poetic out of war or revenge, but there was nothing artful about killing a man in cold blood.
Or maybe it was the thought of what Angeal would say if he could see him now.
“The arrow has left the bow of the goddess.” He thought out loud as he considered her. He wasn’t certain that she would be pleased with his response. He had to be ready for anything.
“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.”
Genesis paused as the woman stopped to explain that time and space were connected and that bending one would also bend the other. He eyed her in doubt, wondering if she was making such a claim on the basis of science or magic. He had a distinct distrust of scientists with their cruel experiments and lack of care in their search for answers, but she didn’t look the type. She was some sort of otherworldly ageless being, and he remembered distinctly how she had seemed to vanish a split second before she had taken hold of his face.
“And you have the power to bend time?” He asked carefully as he scanned her face for answers. He knew better than to trust her with the hint of danger that seemed to leak under every one of her controlled answers, but he was curious as to where her promises would lead and if any of them were legit. Did she actually have a way for them to return home? He supposed that if anyone did, it would be this woman who was obviously less than human.
She had turned to examine the tightly sealed gate again, and he took the time to tug back on his red leather jacket, though this time he left his wing out through the slit that he had cut in the back. Brushing a stray feather off the top of his shoulder armor, he was starting to wonder if she had forgotten about him when she finally turned back around and proclaimed that she could help him find his vengeance.
“Oh?” He paused and considered her carefully again, weighing the odds that this was a trap. He oddly felt better about his chances when she proclaimed that there were those back in her time that she wanted to punish as well. She was likely at least serious in trying to find a way back. Whether or not she’d help him find his own way back was questionable.
I need answers, and someone to help find them. What other choice do you have if your desires burn true? For what power do you have on your own?
Genesis laughed out loud at that, deciding that she had him there. What other choice did he have? Would he spend his life aimlessly flying around Zephon, trying and failing to be a better person? Would he indulge in wine and the company of strangers until he was too old to enjoy either of those things? There was nothing else for him here. All roads for him led back to Midgar and the waiting arms of Shinra. Which meant that until he had a better option, all roads led to this woman and her silver tongue.
“I’ll bite. Since it seems we’re both searching for a way back, perhaps we can help each other.” He flashed her a smile as he laid a gloved hand on his sword hilt. “I may not have power over time, but armies mean nothing to me. Care to test that?” He goaded her as he waited for her to make her move. “When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end, the goddess descends from the sky.”
