Authors Note: I do not own Crisis Core or whatever else may be mentioned, only a copy of the game (Which I love 3)
I sat inside my house, in Banora, flicking through old and dusty albums, the pages almost crumbling in my fingers. These were full of photos, certificates, newspaper clippings of my parents. Nothing of me though. It was almost like I was invisible, just like...just like I was now. Well, while I was at Shin-Ra anyway. Always the last one, always there after everyone had left. Never first in anything but failing. After all, who needed other 1sts when you had "The great Sephiroth"?
In a moment of anger, I burnt the album I was holding, and moved onto the next one. It wasn't like my parents would be needing it, anyway. I doubt you need albums in the Lifestream.
I gave an annoyed sigh and leant back in my chair, staring at the ceiling for a moment. It had been a while since I'd been to Banora. I had already visited Angeal's mother. She was still the same as always, treating me like a normal person, not like my parents.
My parents were never home, so I had spent most of my time at Angeal's house. Well, after I met him anyway. Before, I just used to sit in my family's orchard, staring at nothing in particular. I thought back to one time I went to Angeal's house.
"Hey Genesis?" Angeal asked.
"What is it?" I replied, staring up at the sky.
"Why do you spend so much time here? I mean, it's not like our house is better than yours..." Angeal trailed off.
"Yes... but it's more like a house. Our's is more like... I don't know, a museum. You can't touch anything in fear of it breaking, everything's fancy, even the clothes my parents buy for me. Not that they ever see me of course, that's why I just go and exchange them for things I actually want." I pointed to the shirt I was wearing. Angeal paused for a minute before replying.
"I see. But..." He really didn't seem to be in the mood for finishing sentences.
"But...?" I prompted.
"Nothing." Angeal turned to look at the sky, which was turning red, as if someone had spilt ink all over it.
What had he meant by "But"? I didn't think about it then, but now it was obvious he had meant to say something else. I stood up, knocked the chair over to the other side of the room with my leg, and strode to the window, looking through it. I was in the highest point of the house, and from here you could see the whole of Banora. I easily identified Angeal's house, which was the only one with someone still living in it. The only person who wasn't afraid of me. Angeal's mother... Gillian.
I opened the window and let the crisp night air rush inside. I gazed at the familiar shapes of the houses and orchards, wondering what to do next. Really, Banora would be the first place they'd look. But, I was bored, and it's not like a bunch of 2nds, 3rds or even the Turks could stand up to me.
I jumped out of the window, without bothering to check where I could land. I grabbed hold of a branch, swung round in a circle a few times, let go and did a flip into a neat landing. I stood up and dusted my coat down, walking towards Angeal's house.
When I reached it, I felt a familiar feeling wash over me. A sense of... calmness that came with the house. I knocked lightly on the door three times, and heard the familiar voice answer.
"Come in, Genesis." Gillian sounded the same as all those years ago. I opened the door slowly, and stepped inside. Gillian smiled at me. She acted more like my parents than they did.
"Would you like a drink?" She asked, totally ignoring the fact she knew I'd... killed my parents and half of the townsfolk.
"Coffee, please." I gave a small smile. It was just the same as back then.
Except for the fact I was a murdering ex-SOLDIER on the run from Shin-Ra, with the possibility of my only friends hunting me down.
A few hours later I left Angeal's house, and went back to my own. I was disgusted to find that my 'parents' had sold all of my things I didn't take with me, and refurnished my room as an office. Shows how much they cared about me.
I was annoyed to find that the door to the guest's room was locked, so I just kicked it down after slicing off the lock. Who needs locksmiths when you've got a sword and a foot? I launched myself onto the bed, landing on my back. It was funny how I was sleeping in the guest room. I guess it was because I never truly felt like part of the family, just a young guest being called a son. As all of the memories came flooding back to me, I closed my eyes and slept.
