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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.”
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.
The sharp point of the claw under her glove trailed down the side of his face until it reached his jaw. Genesis was starting to wonder if she meant to slit his throat when she finally released him and took a step back. He rubbed the side of his face a bit unconsciously before pausing in mid-motion when she dismissed his claims that he wasn’t a child.
“You claim to have seen millennia pass?” He asked a bit cautiously as he looked her over more closely. Normally he would have dismissed such a statement, but he had to admit that she didn’t particularly look human. Now that he was closer, he could see that her feet curved into claws like her fingers seemed to. Her eyes were a shade of bright yellow that seemed to pierce right through him as she eyed him with a cold, unblinking stare. It was at this point that Genesis started to realize that he might have made a mistake.
Clearly the only way out of this was to double-down on the attitude.
“Oh? Well you’re looking well for your age. Your makeup is incredibly on-point,” he said, before stiffening as she asked if he thought that his wing was a gift.
“This abomination? Hardly,” he muttered as she took to examining the softly glowing gate again. Did that mean her attention was off of him? Praise the goddess. Perhaps he’d make it out of this without having to fight some kind of ageless being after all. He took an innocent step backward and was about to retrieve his leather coat from where he’d thrown it to the side when she asked him a question that stopped him in his tracks.
Has your goddess provided you shelter from the onslaught of misplaced fear, or has she left you to die exposed to the sun of their hate?
Something about the question caused the side of his head to twinge, and Genesis curled a hand through his red hair to rub at the spot slightly as he stared at her. Anger pricked at him, and his thoughts raced wildly through his head as he tried to slow one down enough to form a coherent sentence.
“She spared me from dying,” he settled on, but he almost felt like her yellow-eyed stare would see through him to the rest of the story. The goddess certainly had given him his life, but what else did he have? His two best friends were dead. He’d been carted off to a strange world. And as far as he knew, Shinra was still carrying on like it was business as usual. In the end, they’d won, and they’d had to suffer nothing for it. Why had the goddess spared him just to leave him with nothing?
As he stewed on his own thoughts, the woman started to circle him slowly, and between her stalking gait and piercing eyes, he was reminded of how a cat would circle its prey. He refused to play along and be her mouse though. Ageless creature of unknown origin or not, she had no right to throw his insecurities in his face. He raised his chin in irritation, preparing a scathing retort when she stopped in front of him and asked him a simple question that made all words die on his tongue.
What would you give to exact your vengeance, to awaken to a new day, a new time, where those who had scorned you would face their due justice?
Genesis let out a bitter laugh, staring at her in disbelief as his favorite Loveless quote rose to his tongue. “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 before looking up at the gate again. “Oh, I’d give quite a lot to see them fall. You’re perceptive.” A scowl rose to his face as he ignored the magic she had building in her hands. Pacing a bit to the side, he finally retrieved his coat off the ground. Shaking off the dust, he draped it over one arm since it was rather hard to pull on while his wing was out. “But are you claiming you can give me my revenge? This isn’t the world they dwell in.” Shinra was out of reach in Zephon. And he hadn’t gotten very far in his pursuit of them anyway, he was forced to admit. All he’d really done was alienate himself from Angeal and Sephiroth.
Insects? Really? Genesis bristled, crossing his arms in irritation as he sized her up. She wasn’t human, that much was clear between her curved gloved fingers, her hair that defied gravity, and the weight behind the unblinking gaze of her yellow eyes. Something about that disdainful stare reminded him of Sephiroth, and his scowl deepened.
“Oh. Oh, is that how we’re taking this? Because my new honorable phase wasn’t working out so well anyway.” Even Angeal couldn’t blame him for putting her in her place, right? She had hurt some civilians after all. Some would even say that he would be doing the right thing by taking her out. Of course. That’s why he was doing this. Not because she’d insulted him. That would be ridiculous.
The woman seemed to consider his Loveless quote a bit more deeply than he had expected, even going so far as to ask what use was a gift that couldn’t be claimed. Well then. Maybe he should reconsider. She couldn't be all bad if she’d consider poetry with him.
“An interesting interpretation. But what does the gift mean to you that you think it can’t be claimed?” He asked before she suddenly flickered in place and vanished from his view. Stiffening, he grabbed his sword hilt just as she reappeared in front of him. One of her gloved fingers was on his face, and he felt a sharp point when she pressed down just slightly on his temple. It seemed those curved fingers were actually claws.
He was unnerved by whatever magic had allowed her to teleport. She would be nearly impossible to target if this blew up into a fight, so a trickle of uneasiness crept its way through him until she threatened him in the most condescending way possible. As quickly as it had come, his fear was gone, and his scowl was back in its place.
“Child? Bitch, I’m 27,” he ground out, hand not moving from his sword hilt, though he didn’t dare attack her with her claws so close to his face. “And what knowledge do you seek from me?” He asked, his eyes flickering to the feathers still trailing to the ground from where she had vanished. “My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I?" His lips twitched into a faint smirk that he had a feeling would annoy her. "All that awaits you is a somber morrow, no matter where the winds may blow.”
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.”
Genesis finally had to conclude that there was nothing to be found in Sonora. It was a bitter realization. It was the place that had reminded him the most of Midgar, so he’d hoped that there would be answers to be found there. But all that he’d found had been pleasant distractions in the form of Bartz and Kuja. And as much as he’d enjoyed himself with them, even Genesis had to admit that he probably shouldn’t spend his second chance burying his problems in men and wine. If he did that, then it likely wouldn’t turn out any differently than his first chance had.
Unfortunately, both of those things were his ultimate vices, so he decided a change of scenery was needed if he truly wanted to do better. Maybe a change of weather as well, so he headed back down south towards where he had originally woken up in Zephon. Along the way, he heard tails of the Crystalus Divider, and his interest was immediately peaked. A sacred place for the gods? What better place to speak with the goddess who had cured his degredation and returned him from the lifestream? He needed to know why he had been given a second chance, but he’d thought that all hope of seeing her again had been lost without access to the statue under Banora.
In a frenzy, Genesis dropped what he had been doing (which admittedly wasn’t much) and flew tirelessly to the Crystalus Divider. What should have been a several days journey was completed in half the time, and by the time he finally arrived at the tall gate, his head was swimming from hunger and sleep deprivation. Still, it was worth it. Everything would be worth it if he could just meet the goddess again.
Pausing at the bottom of the valley, he took a moment to just marvel at the soft glow of the gate that stretched above him. People were milling about in all directions, some offering prayers to the gods and others just loitering about to observe. For once, the large crowd didn’t annoy him. He understood the appeal of this place. He could practically feel the hum of magic coming from every direction, and he was thrilled that the rumors were true. He could understand why people thought this was a sacred place. Surely the goddess would be able to hear his prayers from here.
Finding an isolated corner, Genesis sat with his back to the wall of the valley, considering the clear sky as he offered up the best prayer that he knew.
“When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end The goddess descends from the sky Wings of light and dark spread afar She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting.”
He hesitated slightly before offering up the missing final fifth act that he had tried to fill in himself.
“Even if the morrow is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall my return To become the dew that quenches the land To spare the sands, the seas, the skies I offer thee this silent sacrifice.”
Finished with Loveless, he leaned his head back against the rock wall of the valley and watched the gate for any sign of change. There wasn’t any, and while he was disappointed, he wasn’t sure what he had expected. He certainly hadn’t lived up to the promise that he had made to her in the fifth act. Perhaps the goddess had abandoned him.
After flying so feverishly for several days, Genesis was exhausted, and he felt his eyes dip closed as he sat there waiting for a sign that might never come. He was just starting to nod off to sleep when there was the scamper of footsteps and screams close to where he was sitting.
Eyes shooting open, he watched in fascination as a woman approached the gate. She looked almost otherworldly with her porcelain skin, bold tattoos, and makeup so extravagant that he could see it even from a distance. At first he thought she might have had horns, but after blinking a few times, he was almost sure that it was just how her long white hair was styled. As he watched, she struck people from her path by waving a careless hand and shooting a wave of dark energy at them. A magic user then. And a talented one at that.
Genesis rose to his feet, hesitating slightly as he debated whether or not to just leave. It was none of his business what the woman wanted. Anyway, it didn’t look like hurting anyone was her goal so much as getting the rabble to move. As soon as the people were out of her way, she laid a hand on the gate and appeared to be examining it. She’d merely wanted privacy then. He could respect that. He hated the masses himself. There was no need to bother her.
Genesis was starting to turn away when a flash of black caught his eye. Wings. He stared in fascination at the pair of black wings that she had unfurled, and he found himself walking towards her before he had really thought this through. Pulling off his red leather coat as he went, he flung it to the side so that he could extend the wing on his left shoulder faster through the slit that he had cut in his sweater.
“I see that we have something in common,” he said as he stopped at a comfortable distance behind her. What was her story? Had she also come out of Shinra? Her appearance was so bold that she barely looked human, and he had to admire her for that.
“Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess,” Genesis commented as he looked up at the gate that towered above them. “I take it that you must not come from this pit of a world either.”
Genesis opened one eye when Bartz draped himself over Genesis and laid his head on his chest. He hesitated slightly, deciding that the warm pressure was kind of nice before he begrudgingly curled an arm around Bartz’s waist. If Bartz threw up on him, then he was going to burn down the entire inn, but until that point, he appreciated the company. The heat in his veins from his brief flare-up was slowly calming down, and it was leaving the pleasant hum of the alcohol behind. Everything felt kind of nice between the floating feeling in his head and the weight on him keeping him grounded. The ceiling slowly tilted as Genesis stared up at it while Bartz finally chose to consider his question about how to be less of a bitch.
“I guess you’re right,” he said thoughtfully when Bartz pointed out that he had let him stay the night. “Normally I would have at least tried to sleep with you first. But this isn’t bad just by itself.” Was that too blunt? Genesis squinted at the ceiling and decided he was too far gone to care. Regardless, Bartz continued ruminating over how to be a better person, and Genesis scowled faintly when he said that people were basically good.
“People are basically trash,” he complained. “Especially scientists. And soldiers. Never trust one of those.” He blinked slightly when Bartz tapped his forehead and pointed out that he was probably overthinking things. Now that one he couldn’t argue. Most of problems came from that. That and Shinra at least.
Scratch that, about 99% of his problems came from Shinra. He certainly wasn't at fault.
Genesis paused when Bartz laid a small kiss on his chin before laying his head back down on his chest. “Live the moment,” he repeated slowly, staring down at the brown hair obscuring the man’s face. Maybe he was right. Things were pointless and slow here, but they’d improved immensely since his time spent hiding under Banora. He wasn’t dying anymore. He had a fresh start in this new world. And the weight against his chest was comforting, even if it was just for the night.
“I think I can do that,” he said, laying his head back on the bed and closing his eyes. “Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess. We seek it thus and take to the sky.”
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.
Loveless didn’t calm him down as much as it usually did, and Genesis scowled to himself as he heard Bartz take a swig from the open bottle of whiskey. He was probably preparing to leave, which was fine by him. It’s not like he’d wanted Bartz to stay anyway. It’s not like he minded being alone in some rented room in a strange world. What did he care? He’d been living alone for four years underground before this. So what if he barely knew how he was supposed to interact with people anymore? Everything was fine. Bartz should just leave.
Except he didn’t. Bartz approached and laid a hand on his shoulder again, and Genesis was honestly floored when Bartz grinned at him and tried to reassure him like he understood him. Why was he still being so nice? Genesis had baited him to leave, but he was still here. Shaking his head, Genesis ducked away from his hand again, but much less violently this time. Everything felt too hot, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol or his own heated thoughts.
“Why do you have to be such a good person?” He complained when Bartz protested that he still would have liked him because Genesis had saved his life. “Maybe I just thought you were pretty. Did you ever think of that?”
Bartz suddenly gave a lurch, and Genesis eyed him to see if he’d throw up, but he thankfully got a handle on himself before asking Genesis if this world had done anything to him yet.
“That’s not-...” Genesis started before trailing off. “Did you just use Loveless against me?” He asked instead. He wasn’t sure whether he should be proud or irritated or some combination of the two, and he still hadn’t decided by the time Bartz fell back onto the bed and patted the spot next to him in invitation.
Genesis eyed the open space for a moment before groaning and begrudgingly taking a seat again, ruffling his wing slightly in irritation. “If you throw up in my bed, you’re going out the window,” he warned Bartz before grabbing the whiskey bottle and taking a long swig. Falling back on the bed afterward, he stared at the ceiling and wondered when the plaster designs had started moving slightly. The whole room seemed a little fuzzy honestly.
“Teach me your ways, handsome stranger,” he muttered, fighting the tired slur in his voice. “How do I be less of a bitch?”
Intermission. Genesis let out a slow breath as the curtain slowly dragged its way across the stage and the lights in the house blinked on. Truth be told, he hadn’t taken in much about the opera’s first act at all. His thoughts had been far too torn up on the encounter he’d had in the lobby. The man’s silver hair had just reminded him so much of Sephiroth. And as angry as he was at Sephiroth for dismissing him in his time of need, it was harder to remember that now that he was dead. As for Angeal...Well, he didn’t even want to think about that.
Suddenly feeling like he needed a drink, Genesis scurried back to the theatre lobby and made a beeline for the bar. Spotting a hint of purple out of the corner of his eye, he realized that Kuja was already there and was supporting the wall with a glass of champagne. Well, someone was certainly eager. That was honestly impressive timing if he was already here with a fresh glass. He must have rushed from his seat as soon as the curtain was drawn.
Raising a hand to Kuja, Genesis shot him a wink as he moved further up in the line until he was able to purchase a glass of red wine. Taking a long sip of the bitter liquid, he drifted over near Kuja until he was leaning against the wall next to him.
“That was certainly fast,” Genesis commented with a smile as he glanced at Kuja’s mostly empty glass. “Though I can’t say I blame you. The opera has been fairly uninspired so far.”
He took a long drink before considering the man over the rim of his glass. “My friend, your desire is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess," he quoted softly. "Or did you have another view of it so far?”
