Hi. This is the starting of my fic. Just to let you know this will be an OC fic, though the main girl doesn't come in until the fifth or sixth chapter. Please enjoy and I hope you like it.

+Chapter One+

Sitting with his legs crossed, Soldier First Class Genesis was relaxing in his room with his favorite book, "Loveless", reading out loud his favorite passage. His eyes, intent, were looking over every word and taking in not only the initial meaning, but also the hidden message beneath the text. A slight smile crossed his face when a choice phrase came across his eyes;

"The gift of the Goddess"

This phrase held a special meaning to Genesis: it was everything that he desired, the unobtainable love that he had never known. Though Genesis had received love in some form, he had never wanted it; for it was the love of obsessive no names called fans. This love was only about the physical outward appearance of him and never once did any of them pay attention to his heart and soul, no one ever told him on the inside, that he was beautiful.

Mulling through his brain, he wondered, was there anyone that he ever cared for, someone that he loved. Thinking about the past and the present, his mind came to one conclusion; Sephiroth. But, did he care for him as a friend or perhaps, something else. The thought was quickly stopped, when his cell phone started ringing; it wasn't a call but an incoming message. He flipped his phone open and noted that the message was from Lazard.

"An important mission has come up. Come to my office A.S.A.P."

-Lazard

Closing the cell phone, Genesis slowly rose; in one fluid motion he grasped the arms of the chair till his heeled boots met firmly on the ground. Pushing back his dark crimson coat as it followed the movement of his body: he gently brushed aside the stray strands of his burnt wood colored hair, which naturally fell across his right eye. His pale blue eyes gazed uninterested at the path before him; of the well worn Shinra walls, as he made his way toward Director Lazard's office. Walking though the door he finally entered the Director's office. Inside, there was the director sitting there with his swaying shoulder length blond hair and deep blue eyes, covered by his glasses; at his desk looking through paperwork while talking to two men before him. Both men, also being First Class Soldiers, were Genesis' allies and friends. He noticed that the director was talking more to the man wearing the generic First Class uniform, though he did in truth look a bit different compared to your every day Soldier since his face was square and mannish with slight chin stubble. His hair, charcoal black in color, was slicked back and moved along in a single motion with his face as he nodded while the Director spoke.

"It's fine to take the Second Class." Lazard said glancing upwards toward the men. "But make sure he's on his best behavior. This is a very important mission."

"Of course, sir." A deep and calm voice replied.

"What are you talking about Angeal?" Genesis asked as he slowly sauntered over to where the two men were.

"I was asking Lazard if it was okay to bring Zack along."

The moment that Angeal said these words, Genesis let out a big sigh. He didn't have fond memories of the young Second Class. The over energetic nature and hyper activity made him one person that Genesis couldn't really stand. It didn't matter that on missions he was as competent as any other Soldier, it was when the young Second Class was off the clock, he became the one Soldier that Genesis couldn't stand in the least. Angeal looked over Genesis' sullen face, knowing full well the reason why it was dark and brooding. He placed a strong hand on his friends shoulder.

"You don't have to worry" He told Genesis. "Zack has grown up, and is more than competent enough to handle this mission."

Genesis just shook his head in reply to what was said. He couldn't really trust what his friend told him. After all, Zack was Angeal's student; of course he was going to say nice things in praise of his star pupil. Slowly averting his eyes from his friend, he gazed toward the other man.

The other man was different than Angeal and Genesis himself. His long silver hair glowed under the dim fluorescent lights, perfectly complemented by his long jet black leather coat. His eyes narrowed at his sight, disdain for the man emanating from within.

The man with long, silver hair was unaware of the blue eyes nearly burning a hole in his head; for he was reading a piece of paper that Lazard had given him. It contained the mission that they were supposed to be going on. Finishing the document, the silver haired man lowered the paper. Finally He noticed that Genesis was looking at him. But instead of seeing a man scowling at him with hate, he gazed upon happy facial features topped off with a gentle and visually sincere smile.

"Hello Genesis." He said.

"Good day, Sephiroth." Genesis spoke with sweetness tinged in his voice. "How have you been fairing today?" He asked, though he didn't really care what the reply to his question would be.

"We have to escort Vice President Rufus to Junon today." Sephiroth bluntly retorted not even answering Genesis' question.

Genesis crossed his arms and tapped his foot on the ground a few times. He certainly didn't like the way that Sephiroth had responded. But, he knew that it was just the way that Sephiroth was, he knew that Sephiroth couldn't deal that much with being asked about his well being even if it was an honest question or a question asked out of false caring.

"Well, then why are we doing here? Shouldn't we head to the top floor already and escort Vice President Rufus to Junon?" Genesis remarked, squirting the moment aside and looking towards Lazard.

Lazard quickly glanced at all three of them, pushing up his glasses with his left index finger he spoke,

"The reason why none of you have left yet..." Letting his voice trail off, Lazard's eyes looked over toward Angeal. "You're all waiting for a certain Second Class Soldier..."

After those words left his mouth, as if on cue, a young, youthful man ran into the room. With raven black spiky hair and sparkling blue eyes that brightened in sight of the other men in the room, he placed his right hand on the top of his head as he began to talk.

"Sorry I'm late everyone." He replied cheerfully. Looking at his mentor, Angeal; he noticed that the look on his face was less than pleased with his late entrance.

Angeal crossed his huge arms over each other and stared Zack down. The smile faded from the Second Class's eyes and he cast his gaze to his Soldier issued boots, and then slowly raised up his eyes towards Angeal.

"Zack," Angeal said sternly. "I told you to be here by eight-thirty. What were you doing?"

Kicking the air, Zack didn't know if he should tell his mentor exactly what he was doing instead of being here at Director Lazard's office at the correct time. Weighing his options out in his head, Zack realized that it would be better if he told the truth now instead of waiting to tell him later.

"Well, the thing is Angeal... I decided before I would come here… I would eat breakfast."

Angeal and Genesis had slight looks of disbelief cross their faces. Genesis, fully expecting a response like this, curled his lips in a sneer at Angeal in slight victory and turned around, slowly walking towards the exit.

"Where are you going Genesis?" Lazard asked him.

"I'm heading towards the helipad already." He coldly replied, locking his gaze with the young Second Class Zack. "I can't stand the current idiocy in this room."

Before exiting the office, Genesis quickly shot a glance towards Sephiroth. His pale eyes gazed and locked directly into Sephiroth ephemeral green eyes. There were no words exchanged but the glare of Genesis' gaze told it all, especially the hate boiling within for a fellow First Class Soldier and friend. Sephiroth looked back at Genesis with no emotion, which enraged Genesis even more. Finally giving up, Genesis stormed out of the office. No one said anything about what just transpired. Zack, even though he didn't know what it was that had just happened, glanced up at his mentor with a confused look on his face. Angeal couldn't muster up the energy to tell him what just happened, or even give a remark in return to his combination of idiocy and innocence, all he could do was meet Zack's gaze and shake his head.