Disclaimer: I don't need to own.
Summary: Genesis tries to save everyone, everything that's left before the situation's beyond salvation. But can you save even one person when you are beyond salvation? He lost something very important when it all happened. AU.
Warnings: Rated M for shōnen-ai, blood.
Author note: Trouble… More trouble…
Enjoy!
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Anonymous reviews:
Thanks for your comments. Well, to be honest, I'm trying to write as good as I can, to have a good plot and all that, but I think I still have a long road ahead of myself. But then again, I must thank you both for reading, and reviewing, and that you think that way about my story.
Turks are snoopy, that's all I can say about them. I don't think that the situation would remain the same, but we'll see…
No need to thank me, thank you for reading :)
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Genesis was astounded, barely registering what happened until those thin lips locked with his. Azure eyes went wide, he was paralyzed.
Yazoo drew back, opening his eyes to reveal soft emerald slits. Genesis was watching him, speechless, breathless. Slender pale fingers were playing with auburn tresses as another hand cupped his chin, the youth beginning the kiss anew. This time slower, gentler.
His heart was hammering in his chest, an uneasy feeling rising to his throat. What are you doing?
Wherever the youth caressed him, it felt like his skin was burning, his lips aflame. He could neither find the will, nor the energy to push him away, his hand clinging to the leather of the youth's coat. Why was he feeling like this?
Suddenly Yazoo drew back, gazing at him for a few seconds before going out, closing the door behind him.
Genesis just stared at the spot which the silver haired stood only moments ago, his right hand rising to his trembling lips as his other hand, splayed on the wall behind him, was desperately searching for an anchor.
He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths, trying to calm his mind, his wild emotions, his body. The images that flashed before his closed eyelids made him open them only seconds after.
Why?
The question echoed in his void. Why had the silver haired kissed him? Why did he just leave that way? Why, why, why?
He began pacing the room, running his hand through his hair, suddenly feeling grateful that the mirror was broken. Distraction. He paused. He needed distraction. Retrieving his blade from its spot beside the wall, he left the room.
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Kadaj's breathing was slightly faster than usual. They'd been walking for the past few hours. Deep in the wilderness, the chirping of birds, the constant buzz of bugs was the only sound, yet Vincent could almost feel them. The monsters that hid between the dense greenery, moving unseen, yet he could hear them, smell their fear.
A smirk tugged the corner of his lips. Chaos.
"I won't come farther. Be careful."
There was a 'humph' as the silver haired turned away, swinging his sword playfully.
His anger had abated during their hike. He knew how it felt, the building rage that found no outlet. He could sense that every time the anger took its toll on him, fighting off Chaos became more arduous, leaving him drained. Vincent watched him, standing there as the boy disappeared behind the trees.
It was the easiest way. They were fighters, killers like their progenitor. It was their only purpose only weeks, and now, they were forced to live here, in a peaceful town, bound by a deal that guaranteed their life. Only how long that would last, was unbeknownst to him.
There was a sudden shift that brought him back to reality. His hand subconsciously settled on Cerberus. Perhaps since Kadaj was already far away from him and alone, they thought the youth was an easy prey.
Whichever way, he couldn't risk Kadaj's life. He leaped onto a branch, taking out his gun from the holster. Jumping from one tree to another as quietly as he could, he tried to get as near to the boy without scaring either him or the monsters.
The youth was handling them well even though they were a pack, an amused smile on his lips as he swung his sword, spilling blood. They were unfortunate to think that the boy would be their prey.
Finishing them off, he wiped the blood off by a flick of his wrist. Vincent jumped down behind him, and had to catch the double bladed sword in his clawed hand as the boy swung it at him.
A shrill screech filled the woods, silencing almost every sound. The elder stared at him for a moment before letting go.
"Fight with me." It seemed more like an order.
Vincent shook his head as he put his gun back, leaving the strap open.
"Are you afraid?" Mockery, there was obvious mockery.
Bitterness rose inside him at the tone. He remembered who it belonged to. Vincent knew it was because of the afterglow, but the urge he was feeling was irresistible.
Alarms went off in his mind. Chaos. It had to be.
Kadaj thrust his sword in his direction, and the raven haired man had to dodge in the last moments not to get stabbed.
"Come on, you can handle me, can't you?"
"Not now." The voice was between his own and a low growl.
Vincent panicked. Strapping his gun, he tried to push back the demon that threatened to surface any minute. Please, not now.
"Pft, what kind of a fighter are you?"
He was barely holding himself upright, his hands curling into fists subconsciously. Not now, not now, not now. He repeated like a mantra, trying to calm the demon. Moments passed by unnoticed as he blocked everything out, just focusing on the entity. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that the youth would question his act later, but right now it didn't matter. He promised that he'd bring the boy back safe, he was willing to keep it, but Chaos wasn't as gentle as he might be.
"Vincent?" Kadaj was standing now in front of him, puzzled.
A tired smile touched his lips as he regained himself, looking at the silver haired youth in front of him.
"What was that?"
He just shook his head, his smile turning into a smirk, hidden by the veil of his bangs. He headed down the way they had come, beckoning him to come. "I'll let you know."
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The last rays of the sun disappeared behind the skyline.
"Let's go in." Genesis turned around, leaving the door open behind him.
Loz and Nero told him that Kadaj and Vincent went out for a walk earlier in the morning, but they hadn't returned yet. He knew that both of them were capable to defend themselves against monsters, what worried him was that if either one of them went on rampage, especially Chaos.
His discussion with Weiss was rather heated, resulting in an argument. The ivory haired man had locked himself all day in the study, probably sulking. Well, if Weiss thought that he would go and bring him back, he was completely mistaken. He knew that his younger brother was rebellious much like him, but right now, he couldn't let him have it. He couldn't let none of them have the authority, even if he wanted to.
"Tell him we're having dinner." He inclined his head in the direction of the study.
Standing in the doorway of the kitchen, he suddenly stopped. Loz passed him, while Nero went to bring his older brother.
Uncertainty tugged at his mind as he remembered what happened earlier. He saw no reason to tell them about it, but indirectly he had been avoiding the silver haired.
Everything was still vivid in his mind.
It wasn't the act that had surprised him, it was how Yazoo did it, the dominance, the desire… The challenge was so overwhelming, and at the same time frightening. A shiver ran down his spine.
He knew his self-control had slipped a few times around them, but he didn't want to impose anything on them, mostly trying to act as logical as his mind allowed him to. Now, he really didn't know how to act. First Kadaj, and now Yazoo…
"Don't you want to come in?" Nero asked playfully, watching him with slight worry in his eyes.
He looked at his brother, confused but then, he smiled at him, mumbling a 'sure' before following him inside.
They were silent at the table, and Genesis was just avoiding Yazoo's eyes. He knew he'd lose it before he even had the chance to decide. If there were options, though.
There were knocks on the door.
"I'll get the door."
He almost leaped out of his chair, surprising everyone. It was just an escape. And if it were Kadaj and Vincent, he wanted to make sure the silver haired knew that he was forgiven. They didn't need more guilt.
Genesis's fast strides quickly carried him out, a smile touching his lips when he reached for the handle, opening the door.
"Hello Genesis."