Warnings: English is not my first language, so please... bear with me... just... send a pm if you find any mistakes vv' Also, thia Story is typed per mobilephone... just so you know.
This Story is Rated M for Yaoi, Language, Violence, Character Death and mentaly unstable Characters. You've been warned.
Prologue | Disturbed
It was a stormy night, lightnings rippled through the sky, a gloomy shine all over Midgars Skyline.
The silver haired General turned away from the window, in his hand a glass of Gaias finest Whiskey together with a low concentrated amount of Mako. He set this poisonous Drink on his polished desk, watched it as though it could jump at him at any second.
A heavy sigh escaped his lips, and he was gratefull that nobody dared to interrupt the mercifull silence inside his office.
It was a hard time for Sephiroth, both Angeal and Genesis went AWOL, had taken Hollander with them, just himself, the puppy, Hojo and the President knew the reasons. Well, maybe the Turks, too, but that didn't count, this foul lot of lapdogs knew everything insinde the company.
The commanders were dregrading, were rotting from inside out, and there was no cure. So first Genesis left, tired of being Hollanders lab rat, in search for a cure. Then he got Angeal to follow him.
Zack, the poor puppy, had done everything the young boy could think of to get them both back, to talk some sense into their stubborn heads... but the degradation left them both physicaly injured and mentaly distubed.
In the end, Zack had to kill Angeal... and it killed a part of this ever hyper puppy, too. The young First Class would never be the same again, would always cry at night, when he got nothing to do and the memories came back.
Sometimes, he called the General, just to think that he wasn't alone... but he was, and he knew.
Because Sephiroth himself locked himself up inside his own mind, never again would he let anyone near him.
Then in his eyes, the commanders took everything away, when they left.
Tseng was there, this afternoon, to question him, if he knew where Genesis could hide, because he and the General were friends, some time ago. Or maybe, if he thought of joining the AWOL Crimson Commander.
Sephiroth just looked at him, emotions safely hidden behind his stoic, cold mask, his only words were equally cold and stoic.
"Tell me, Tseng. What should I run for? They left me behind, so behind I will stay. I never had anything in my life... and they took everything from me."
A frosty smile made it's way on his lips as he downed his drink, the Mako burning his throat. Outside, the storm raged on, the fire alerts went off on the whole city. A flash of red went by his window, a single, nightblack feather fell down, the Crimson Commander attacked the city again.
But the General could not care less. Genesis... ShinRa... SOLDIER. They all deserved the fires of hell. But this was his job, and he would do it.
The empty glass smashed against the door, a single tear dropped to the ground as Sephiroth grabbed his legendary Masamune, the only thing he truely had in this cursed world.
He would hunt him down, sick of hiding from a so called friend. Genesis would die.