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A/N: Just decided to clean out my writing folder, so here are a few drabbles I've written a while back but never got down to posting. Enjoy! :)
Title: Blind
Pairing: Sephiroth/Genesis
Rating: PG at most
Warning: angst
A/N: post DoC I guess, Genesis POV
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Too bad we have the distance of stars and lightyears separating us now. Too bad there are no words that could reach you now, even though I'm not even sure I could tell you anything.
Even if so much is needed to be said.
See, all this time I've been here, locked up and atoning for sins I've never trully felt remorse for and aching for things that were no crimes and yet hurt more than those. Like not saying that I was sorry. Not saying I wasn't infallible, even though we both knew that, and it just made things between us all the more bitter.
Here, I had time to think. To think, and think again, nothing to let me escape from that vicious circle of remembering and going from the cold loveless arms of one 'what if' to another.
Here, I had time to think. I've been taught that you could be everything in this world if you wanted it enough. That you could never be defeated, never be destroyed if you wanted it enough.
But here I had time to think, and now I realise, there is a difference of life and death between wanting something enough, and wanting it too much.
Title: Preferences
Pairing: Sephiroth/Genesis, Angeal/Zack
Rating: PG
Warning: tiny bit of angst
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Zack doesn't understand it. When he had finally worked up the courage to make a move on the General, he was flat-out refused.
Zack doesn't understand it, but Angeal does, and he takes the saddened youth's hand between his own, speaking quietly and reassuringly.
Passing by on the corridor, Sephiroth sees it and smiles. Angeal can have his sunshine boy. And though he would never admit it, the man is worried for his friend, knowing that when clouds come, one is left in the shadows.
There is a flash of red at the end of the corridor catching his eye, and with a small, devious smirk he speeds up his steps a bit.
Angeal can have his sunshine boy. Sephiroth prefers solar flares anyway.
Title: Point of No Return
Pairing: Sephiroth/Genesis
Rating: PG-13
Warning: angst
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"If we can't go back, then kill me with your own hands..."
/Gackt - Future/
Blue-green mako eyes ablaze with anger, but beneath the surface, tears are quivering cold.
"Why don't just kill me?" he asks, challanging, daring the man looking down at him. There is no answer, green cat-eyes ever so unreadable. But it doesn't ignite the usual flame in his chest anymore, settles on his throat like a gripping hand instead.
Finally, he gathers the strength to get up from the ground, first to push his back against the cold hard metal of the mako reactor, the to finally stand up once again, hopeless and desperate and defeated and he laughs, so very hollow. "And here I thought I was the weak one…"
He starts walking away, arms hanging helpless at his sides before he is grabbed, turned and pulled into a soul-stealing kiss. Tears he managed to keep unshed are now flowing freely as his hands sink into a mane of endless silver, salt tainting the kiss he knows is the last.
Title: Long Road To Ruin
Characters: Lazard, Genesis, Angeal
Rating: G
Warning: none
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Lazard slowly, very slowly raised his head, grey eyes shining piercingly behind his glasses like two monochrome suns, even though they didn't have any mako in them.
"This shall not be repeated in the future, did I make myself clear?"
"Yes, sir," Genesis sighed, lips drawn together like a parent giving up on explaining to his dumb child that two plus two didn't make up five at all. It made Angeal cringe in his seat, such displays of the utter lack of respect towards superiors always did.
"Your irresponsible actions have already caused trouble to the department numerous times," the blonde went on. "This is not what I expect from my First Classes, understood?"
"But sir..."
"Save it. I won't listen to more excuses on your behalf, Genesis," came the stern voice of the director with a tone of outmost finality.
"But sir...," this time it was Angeal who chimed in, but he went quiet once the same unforgiving gaze was directed at him.
"And you... you should've prevented this action right on the spot!" Lazard pointed his finger at him, and Angeal felt like disappearing never seemed a better idea. Well, except on the occassions when Genesis directed a fire spell straight at him, but that was a different matter entirely.
"Yes, sir, I am well aware that certain rules..."
"Rules are there for a reason. Just how am I supposed to account to the board of directors for spending half of the department's renovation budget on handmade Wutaian silk curtains?"