Okay…this is my first fic in a LONG time. It kinda sucks, okay, it really sucks, but bear with me. I wrote this mostly for my own amusement. The story is set during what I think will happen in Crisis Core, and it is narrated by Sephiroth. Much yaoi-ness. The first chapter is set in the present, and later chapters will have flashbacks.

I think this might be the very first Sephiroth/Genesis fic ever!! Yay. I'm very intrigued by this pairing. Enjoy.

They have a new mission for me, Tseng told me yesterday. It's supposedly very important. I am to report to the conference room on the 67th floor at 14:00 sharp. It's now 14:05 and I'm still on the elevator. So shoot me.

I reach floor 67 at 14:10. I unceremoniously throw open the double doors and enter. I take a moment to survey the room. Seated at the table are a group of Shinra Inc.'s most prominent suits: Heidegger, Scarlet, Lazard, Tseng, Hojo, and of course the President. On the back wall is a screen displaying the projection of a SOLDIER file.

"You're late," says Hojo annoyingly, as if I was unaware. Kiss my ass, you crazy bastard. No one else cares, or if they do, they don't have the balls to say something. I don't even acknowledge him with a look as I take my seat.

"Well then," Tseng says as he rises from his chair. "If everyone is ready, I think I'll begin." Everyone gives a slight nod but remains silent. "As you all know, a unit of our army stationed in Wutai has gone missing. Among them, one of our most outstanding members of SOLDIER," Tseng enlarges the photograph on the projection so that the face, an incredibly familiar face, is clearly visible. "Genesis, 1st Class."

"This is an enormous problem because Genesis is obviously a very important asset to the SOLDIER department," Lazard says. "His speed, agility, and strength are unmatched by all but one of our members." He looks at me with enough praise to almost make me sick. "We would like—well, rather, it is imperative that he return to headquarters immediately. He is an essential part of—"

"You're all thinking about this wrong," Hojo interrupts. "This Genesis situation must not be treated as a regular MIA or POW course of action. Think of Genesis as a weapon. If he has fallen into the wrong hands, or perhaps, his mind has been set against the company, he must be taken out permanently."

"What we are saying," says Tseng, "is that Genesis must be detained at all costs."

Scarlet finally gets her say in. "We thought you would be the best candidate for this mission, seeing as the two of you know each other." I can't believe they actually think that. I'm not going to just go along with this. They should get Angeal to do it, at least he would be complacent.

Lazard continues. "We believe his current location is on the Wutai continent. Your helicopter is scheduled to leave at 16:00 tomorrow—"

"I won't do it." Everyone looks at me in stunned disbelief. I've never refused a mission before, but this one. . . I cannot do it.

"Sephiroth, you must know, as general, you are the most accomplished and capable for this operation," Tseng argues.

"Find someone else. Genesis was my friend. I will not go through with this." Did they actually expect me to obey this order? Genesis was more than a friend to me. He was the closest thing I have ever had to family. He was my very best companion. I loved that man. There was no way I was to betray him.

The President looked rather bored with this whole charade; he obviously did not consider the situation to be a major threat to his vast empire. "If Sephiroth won't do it, we can always commission Angeal," he said indifferently. Finally, someone thinks along my terms.

"Angeal won't be able to stand up to him," Lazard argued.

"He will be if he has someone else with him as backup. Another 1st Class, perchance," Tseng says. Always a negotiator. Lazard sighs, then after a moment of thought, nods in agreement. I smile. There was no way in hell I could ever deceive Genesis and be able to live with myself.

"Well I guess that means this meeting is adjourned. Sorry to waste your time, everyone," Lazard announces. His eyes meet mine, and I can feel a sense of defeat within him. He means this to be a test of my loyalty to SOLDIER, and I've apparently disappointed him. How ironic. Just like Genesis.

"Angeal will do a fine job, I am sure," I tell him as everyone stands and departs the room.

"Yes, I am certain he will. In the meantime, what do you plan to do? I don't have anything but routine missions scheduled for the next couple of months. Unless something disastrous happens, there won't be much excitement," he answers.

"Actually, I think I'm done with excitement for the time being. You know, I haven't taken a leave of absence since the war ended." Come on, Lazard. I want—or rather, need a vacation.

"Well, I daresay you're overdue for one then. How about a week off, and upon you're return, you can do some routine operations."

"Perfect." I shake his hand firmly. "However, if you don't mind, I'd like to be kept informed of this Genesis situation. If things get out of control, I might lend a hand."

"Of course." Good. I would be lying if I said I wasn't worried. Genesis had always been very disobedient and rebellious to the company. The fact that he had just disappeared was unsettling. No one would have the strength or courage to kidnap him, meaning he left according to his own will. This doesn't surprise me a bit, but I am afraid he will not return leniently.

I exit the building and head toward my apartment in Sector 2. I need a chance to clear my head. Ever since the war ended merely two weeks ago, I've been ridiculously busy with interviews, press conferences, meetings, autograph signings, you name it. I became a household name quite rapidly, and with the new fame, I've had no time to just relax.

I finally reach my apartment. It's located in Shinra's finest complex, and is therefore incredibly spacious and expensive. My salary has no trouble covering rent, but I sometimes wonder why I pay this much for unused space. I don't have a roommate, and the only company I've ever had over was Genesis or Angeal, and maybe occasionally Tseng. I feel a great sense of loneliness as I examine the dwelling, and I realize that I don't actually have much furniture or other stuff. It makes the whole apartment feel cold and unwelcoming. Not that I mind…

I unbuckle my boots and kick them off near the door. I sigh as I take a seat on the couch, open the coffee table drawer, and open the photo album lying inside. All this talk of Genesis makes me feel like reliving my memories.

The next chapter will be a flashback. Woohoo, what fun!!