A/N: Aaayyyyy we're gonna see how Genesis and Angeal are doing now! I had Marle_Nadia help with a name for Nunchuck(Male), and went for Ganso, goose in Portuguese. Much thanks to her for betaing, and to my readers for enjoying!

BE-VK: Sephy is always Mr. Possessive towards him, isn't he?

Nemhain2009: Guess we'll see! ;)

"Well, there she goes..."

Cissnei looked out to sea, watching helplessly as the hot blooded princess of Wutai swam towards a boat headed in the opposite from theirs. She sighed as a green-blue fish tail pushed Yuffie quickly towards her target. "She never listens."

Ganso shrugged, his long denim vest slowly fluttering in the breeze, then turned to Cissnei. "There's nothing we can do, except contact Wutai. Neither of us can swim or fly fast enough to join her."

She pursed her lips, looking at Ganso and then at Yuffie in the distance. "We told her we were going to do that."

"Well, if the necromancer is really on that ship, she should still have difficulty doing anything to Yuffie. Cruise boats are quite busy." He watched some seagulls that trailed their ship with disinterest. "And there was another Esper boarding that ship."

Cissnei nodded. It had been faint that morning, only noticeable if one were not preoccupied, but there had been several others in the vicinity; two had entered this ship, so one must have been Wutai bound. "She'll have help."

"Wonder why it was just one." Ganso tilted his head a little. "They must have been with those other two we met."

"It just seems strange, especially since word of what happened to Nibelheim has reached the rest of the world. They never said where they had been." Cissnei ran a hand through her wavy, cinnamon colored hair. Espers shouldn't be so distant from one another, and those two seemed unwilling to speak to them for long. They had said they were going to Junon from the west after hearing about Nibelheim, but when did they hear of it? Had they gone through Corel, or Gongaga?

The blond hummed as a sea breeze blew over them. "Well, the church would know, I'm sure."

There wasn't much they could do but watch as a speck on the cruise ship began crawling towards the deck and out of their sight. First they had to stop her as she left Bismark's church, then try to fill her in and hope she was paying attention. Then they had to cajole her onto the ferry to Junon when she felt a dark presence approaching the harbor. They cared about Yuffie, but she could be a handful.

A handful that passed itself to another, unwitting Esper. Ganso laughed a little. "Maybe we should find those other two, they should warn their friend about her."

Cissnei grinned despite her nagging worry. "That might be best."

The ferry was smaller than the cruise ship, so they figured they would have less trouble finding them than Yuffie with her new partner. The two walked to the other side of the ship, the breeze playing with Ganso's vest and Cissnei's yellow skirt. They found the other two Espers at the bow, leaning over the edge and presumably watching the horizon.

They walked up to them, and Cissnei cleared her throat to get their attention. The two men turned and raised their brows at her, then stood straight in anticipation of a conversation. Eyes looked behind them for an instant before focusing on them again. Angeal nodded. "Hello again. Anything we can help you with?"

Ganso nodded, then pointed his thumb in the direction they came. "Our third wheel decided to take a little swim without us."

Genesis' brow shot up further. "...She did, did she?"

"Yeah." Cissnei tightened her jaw. They had to have felt that darkness at the harbor this morning...Maybe that was why. "She felt that the necromancer that attacked the Espers last night went onto the Wutai bound ship, and she is the Crown Princess. So, if your friend is on that ship, maybe you could call them up to warn them?"

They both visibly paled, despite the bright sunlight, then looked at each other slowly. After a very long moment they looked back at them, with something akin to mild horror. "Ah, I'll have to contact him before either of them get into too much trouble."

"Thanks," Ganso replied. He cocked his head and put his hands on his hips. "Hey, how come he was heading towards Wutai, anyway?"

"Mm, Well..." Genesis looked a little flustered to the other three. "I suppose we'll have to get ahold of him, before they both get in over their heads." He gave a curt nod. "Thank you for alerting us."

"Certainly," Cissnei said cheerfully, hiding the nagging feeling in her chest. They were acting strangely, stiff from the moment the conversation began. She wondered if they were hiding something, but what could it possibly be?

Ganso softly bumped his shoulder into her, and she turned to him. "Wanna catch a nap?"

She nodded, then turned back to the other two Espers with a smile she hoped didn't seem too strained. "See you in Junon."

Angeal nodded back in a gracious manner. "That we will."

Cissnei followed Ganso towards the small living quarters they had on the boat. They weren't the most comfortable beds one could find themselves resting on, but their journey would only take a day and a half. Not that they were going down there for a nap; they needed to talk in private.

They were almost to their room when they noticed a tall man standing by the door, arms crossed over his chest and the traditional white robes of the Midgar church worn on his body. Cissnei frowned at the man with graying, light brown hair and vivid green eyes. "Excuse me, sir?"

He turned at her voice and looked pleased to see them. "Ah, just who I was hoping to see on this dreary ferry! I'm the Metropolitan of the western half of the continent, Uzal."

Their eyes widened. "Metropolitan Uzal!" Ganso straightened up at the revelation; a metropolitian was a bishop over an area and all the churches within. "I-I didn't know we would have such a guest to protect on board!"

"I almost missed the boat, good Esper!"

"Is Metropolitan Bes on board, too?" Cissnei asked. If one Metropolitian was here, perhaps the other would be, too.

Uzal waved his hand dismissively. "No, he is on his way to Midgar through Gongaga. I had to cut through Corel as soon as news of Nibelheim had reached my ears as I visited Rocket City." He adjusted his glasses on his nose. "It did not take long, but I was witness to some of the spreading devastation of the Nibel area. Cosmo Canyon has begun the ritual of summoning Ifrit, to delay the spread of disease eastward."

"So it's true. Kadaj has been released." Cissnei put her crooked finger to her lip. The gods would be summoned if they hadn't taken notice of what was happening to the mortal realm, and both man and deity would have to find a way to stop Abyssion again. If it was possible, that was. She took in a deep breath. "We were making our way to Midgar, through Junon."

Uzal nodded slowly, then studied the two silently. "There had been no survivors in Nibelheim, from what had been reported. I'm sure you have heard something on the radio by now, though nothing so blunt. But two survivors walk this very boat."

The two Espers froze, their faces numb at the implication. Someone aboard the ship had survived, or more than likely were involved in the incident. Ganso finally spoke up. "Who?"

"The other two Espers aboard the ship, sadly," Uzal said in a morose voice. "They had been sent out to investigate a necromancer sighting in Nibelheim. It seems we sent three traitors to Creation, because soon after their arrival had the town been leveled and the townsfolk slaughtered."

"But Angeal and Genesis are known loyalists to the church! How could this be?" Cissnei felt a terrible conflict in her heart at the news. The two had been spoken of as exterminators of necromancers and dark cultists, but their coolness spoke volumes.

Uzal gave her a look that expressed how disturbing the situation was. "I cannot say why they have sided with the forces of destruction, only that they have."

He sighed low and continued. "To think that they released the essence of pestilence himself on the world...I fear that they wish to release Yazoo."

"Because he was sealed near Junon," Ganso mumbled. No wonder they had been so distant.

Cissnei stepped forward a little. "One of them separated from them and went towards Wutai!"

Uzal's brows twitched upwards. "Wutai, you say?"

She nodded. "Yes. The necromancer that was seen last night went on that boat, too." The thought of an Esper escorting a necromancer was disgusting. How one chosen by a god could see to being in cahoots with someone who played with corpses was an unfathomable abomination.

The metropolitian put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I am sorry, child. Darkness works even within the light of the church. We may be vigilant, but at times evil will slip in."

"So, what will you have us do?" Ganso asked. If there were allies to Abyssion and Sephiroth on the boat, something had to be done to neutralize the threat they posed.

Uzal's fingers went to his chin, and he slowly rubbed them against his skin. His green eyes went from one relic to the other, and his face brightened. "I'm certain you two could restrain the both of them with the powers granted to you both."

It was true, they could do so together. Cissnei had been chosen by Siren, the goddess of song that was heralded by a chorus of small birds and gentle breezes. Ganso, on the other hand, had been chosen by the diminutive Carbuncle, the deity who created the seals that kept the evil gods from spreading malice over the world. Though small, he was great in his power to protect; and so a small part of this power was granted to the blond haired Esper.

"We will see to it," Cissnei assured him. "But...when they're restrained, won't it look strange in public?"

Uzal shook his head and gave Ganso two pairs of handcuffs from a pocket in his robes. "No, I will have everything taken care of. What is church business is church business, and Espers are church business. They will be put on trial before the judges of Junon for heresy."

"Understood." The two left for the deck after escorting the priest to his room. Cissnei turned to Ganso as he touched the side pouch that held the handcuffs, partially hidden by his denim vest. "I'll charm one, and when we get them into their room, seal their relics."

"Sounds like a plan," the blond responded. "What a mess this is."

"A big, rotten mess," she sighed out as the light of day touched her brow and warmed her hair. Cissnei looked down at her relic as it rested on her white blouse to study it. It had an orb of yellow-green surrounded by the arms of a lyre and cradled by wings at the edge. She turned to look at Ganso's as he spied the few passerbys for the heretics.

Carbuncle's relic was one of copper with an always present green patina in the shape of the deity's head, with a richly colored ruby orb stuck in the middle of the forehead. It was one of the larger relics, ironic considering how small a being Carbuncle was said to be.

She lifted her brown eyes to help search, reassured by the presence around her neck. They had a job to do, and that was to prevent further tragedy from occurring. With Ganso next to her, they walked about the deck, checking where they last saw Genesis and Angeal.

The two heretics would have to be nearby.

They kept themselves as inconspicuous as possible as they passed a worker here and a passenger there. About a minute later they found the two very slowly walking together, periodically glancing the sea. Cissnei had to wonder how they could live with themselves, being traitors to everything they said they would uphold.

She focused on the power of her relic, and sent out what she would describe as invisible feelers. Cissnei probed the two gently, looking for which one would be easiest to charm with a spell. Angeal felt solid as a rock, and she didn't prod; if he could feel her, that would be a problem. She began to focus on Genesis, and hoped he would be more pliable than his partner.

As it was, he had a weaker will to resist her charms. Not that it wasn't strong, but Siren's spell was more powerful than anything a human could do to him with a piece of materia. Genesis would be the bait; her focus on her relic deepened, and Cissnei cast a powerful charm spell.

There was some resistance, but she expected a little at the very least. Some surprise could be felt from Genesis, then calm. The charm had worked. Cissnei turned to Ganso and nodded. "Let's go back downstairs."

Quickly they retraced their steps on the deck, slowing down as they headed down the hall. It was time to act as casual as possible, so as to not make Angeal suspicious or even possibly jolting Genesis out of his spellbound state. With an Esper, it was far more tenuous.

"Ah, Cissnei and Ganso!"

The two quickly turned around to see Angeal and Genesis walking behind them. They came to their side, and the four began walking together. Angeal had a brow raised. "...We were just going to our quarters to rest," he said with a hesitant drawl.

"Mhm." Genesis pointed up ahead as they continued on their way. Cissnei and Ganso both on edge as the inevitable ambush and arrest came closer. No matter that it seemed an impossible situation, Uzal was the one to call these two out. It only made one wonder how many in the church were suspect.

The group approached, and Genesis put a hand on the doorknob. He looked at the two younger Espers with a dazed smile on his face. "Would you two like to come in and chat? We still have a ways til Junon."

Angeal frowned at his partner, accentuating his already stern face. "Genesis, I would really rather just take a nap—"

Genesis put two fingers over his lips. "Oh, come now. A small conversation before you get your beauty sleep might soothe your mind."

"Fine," the Esper relented. "Only for a little while."

"You're always cranky when you don't get enough sleep," the red-head chided as he opened the door for everyone.

Angeal huffed with restrained amusement. "As if you have any room to talk."

"Well, perhaps Cissnei can sing you a lullaby."

They entered the room, and Angeal turned on the light switch. It was just as simple as their own, but with a single bed and no windows. Two backpacks sat by the bed, and a chair and table sat by the opposite wall. The walls were a light gray and the floor the same linoleum Cissnei and Ganso were used to; it was rather drab to look at.

"So, Genesis, what did you want to talk to them about?" Angeal had his hands on his hips with a resigned expression on his face.

It was like they had nothing to do with the heavy crimes levied against them. Cissnei wasn't sure if it irritated her or made her feel more uneasy. If they were innocent, the church would find out. The high priest of Alexander and the judges of the church would know in short order. A small, strained sigh passed her lips as she looked at Ganso and nodded.

Genesis scratched his forehead with a finger as he winced his eyes shut. "...Talk? What are we doing down here?"

"...You wanted to come down here." Angeal almost immediately glared at Cissnei and then her relic as she locked the door behind her. "What is this?"

"You two are under arrest for treason," Ganso said as his ruby orb glowed. "The church is aware of your actions in Nibelheim."

The two accused stood in momentary shock, then Genesis waved his hand sharply in front of him. "Treason?! We have done nothing of the sort!"

"We had nothing to do with Nibelheim's fate!" Angeal argued.

It fell on deaf ears. "That isn't for us to decide," Cissnei responded sharply. "Metropolitian Uzal will see to your fair trial...And we will see you to Alexander's temple."

She sent out two charm spells, hitting the Espers at full force now that their relics' powers were sealed away; they were just like any other human without them. Enthralled to her, they placidly put their hands behind their backs, allowing both Ganso and Cissnei to restrain them physically. For good measure they confiscated their relics, reverently placing them in Ganso's side pouch.

Cissnei allowed them to sit on the floor, then silenced them. They shouldn't be allowed to scheme together. She pursed her lips and sighed through her nose as she looked towards the door. "Their friend is still out there," she said warily to her friend.

Ganso tensely nodded. Princess Yuffie was in hot water, if that Esper was working for Sephiroth. "Metropolitian Uzal will need to alert Wutai."

"Yeah. I think they wouldn't kill her...right away. There's a chance she could escape, too." Cissnei ran her fingers through her wavy hair, all the while chewing on her lower lip. There was nothing they could have done to stop Yuffie, but guilt nagged at her just the same. Yuffie, like all Creation, was running out of time, and there was nothing she nor Ganso could do about it.