Title: Reminiscent Deception
Chapter: Prologue
Characters: Mainly Genesis Rhapsodos, with Angeal and Sephiroth probably also having key roles.
Pairings: None at this stage (there shall never be yaoi or yuri, however)
Time: Before Crisis Core.
Status: On-going for now ~
A/N: Well! Lioneh has finally decided to re-write one of her older stories that totally sucked. You can see it on my profile as 'Genesis: the beginning', if you were actually interested. -shrug- (I mean, really, that old story had too many plot holes to shake a stick at…) This newer version will have some changes to my original plans, so you could call it a new story I suppose. It's got a similar plot to my older one…whatever. Enough on that.
To put it simply, this is my interpretation of events that happened in the life of Genesis Rhapsodos before and during his journey through SOLDIER. I'm probably going to address some of the questions raised by Crisis Core and stuff…and yeah. Generally have fun writing it. -giggle-
Now, I won't keep you any longer. Go and enjoy! -vanishes in a puff of fancy pink smoke-
Disclaimer: Anything related to Genesis Rhapsodos or Final Fantasy VII belongs to Square Enix and not to me :D
Reminiscent Deception – Prologue
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He cupped his hands around the small mug of coffee, the warmth radiating through to his delicate fingertips.
This was how it should be.
Inspiration was grasping his imagination like warm flames fiercely licking on the edges of newly placed firewood, longing to burn, longing to take hold and take off. His mind was alert and rushing with a million thoughts, theories, things he should write down so he would never forget.
Genesis Rhapsodos smirked.
He prided himself on an excellent memory.
Gently bringing the mug to his lips, Genesis tipped his head back slightly and took a long, slow sip of coffee, feeling the enticing scent swirling around his nose and igniting his taste buds.
His chestnut hair slid back into place as his gaze drifted downwards, his hand carefully placing the mug down onto the coaster off to the side of his desk. A smile tugged at the corner of Genesis' mouth as his cloudy blue green eyes took sight at the blank page before him, the crisp sheet lined gently with precise grey strokes.
He loved the sight of it.
It was so…inviting.
He brought his right hand forward, closing his fingers around the delicate shaft of the quill. As old fashioned as it might have seemed, it was the Genesis way preferred to write – especially when he was in his moments like this. A ballpoint pen couldn't capture his raging imagination on paper in the way he liked – he needed something flowing, something free.
It was thoughts like this led him back to his younger years.
On that day Genesis was to leave the small town of Banora for the likes of the metropolis of Midgar, his parents left him with a parting gift – a gorgeous ebony black quill, fashioned beautifully and excellent for writing. He had never thought his parents noticed his frequent trips to the study and back, book after book, and one in particular…LOVELESS. Perhaps he had left his notes scattered on his desk one day after a session of hard study or left his beloved poem open to some page on his bed – Genesis would never know, but his parents obviously did.
Since then, the silken quill had become his favourite writing instrument; only reserved for times when he felt is inspiration was tingling through him like a wave of passion.
Genesis sometimes wondered, really.
That quill.
Where his parents had purchased it, or had it made.
It had served him so very well the last few years, allowed his imagination and theories to soar to the sky heights, up to the place of eagles.
He smiled to himself again.
A memory as a child floated behind his eyelids – one of gride pride and joy.
He had topped his literature class again.
It was an achievement, considering the amount of other students who were involved in the ShinRa education program. That was actually enough to send pleased and proud smiles from his parents – considering they didn't seem to spend that much time with him. Maybe he had finally shown them he was capable.
That he was strong.
Had the courage to take up his passions without worrying what other people thought.
The young Genesis had assured himself that no matter how much grief his shoulder gave him, he would make it into SOLDIER. He didn't care if people said he shouldn't.
After all, when had he ever listened to what other people said, told him what was best for him?
The side of Genesis' mouth quirked in a smirk as he let the quill tip touch the paper.
He hadn't changed that much.
He could remember every habit – every quirk of his personality as an adolescent, and he still had every trait. A little bit arrogant, proud, and sometimes far too obsessive, but he never forgot his dreams. He pursued his passions, followed his heart. His ways with words were strong and poetic; the way he spoke always flowed with such grace but with such strength.
Genesis paused.
He'd written that down.
Squinting at the page before him, the SOLDIER noted his flowing strokes, the letters neatly aligned yet written so passionately.
Maybe he should write more.
Inwardly he laughed at himself for being so self-indulgent. He'd never written about himself before. It was always LOVELESS…so parallel to his life the poem was that he wrote about any connection, any theory he found. His only two friends thought him mad.
Genesis didn't care, of course. Maybe one day they'd see.
He felt his hand performing delicate strokes as he wrote. It just felt so natural. The delicate shaft of the feather quill glinted off his lamp as he manoeuvred the tip, seeing the ink create words about his very own self.
Every word, every sentence, every phrase. It just felt right.
Everything felt in place.
He let out a quiet sigh, feeling a light sting flowing into his nerves surrounding his left shoulder.
Sadly, even his injury felt correct.
But he didn't stop writing.
As of this moment, he was lost in a world of his own, the quill forming a very part of him as the words came to paper.
Genesis was writing himself.
Or so he thought.
A/N: Now aren't we all intrigued? :o -gasp- I plan on updating…in the near future…I have exams at the moment, but in two weeks they'll all be over. (: So keep on your toes and look out for updatage! Genesis will be thrilled if you decide to keep following…
Genesis: …did you say something? -looks up from reading-
Lioneh:…never mind, Shakespeare boy… -shakes head and disappears in fancy pink smoke-