A/N: This one's sort of long. And it's been sitting in my poor computer for a while now. XD I sort of like this one, because all I write is good!Genesis. Where's the Genesis that we saw in-game? You know, evil!Genesis? So yes, here's Genesis taking another one of his 'one-winged' trips again. XD

Anyway, the proceeding lines are from Emarosa's "Her Advice Cost Us A Life".


This is not with just raw emotion, from the hands of a man. Soon love turns to lust then back into a killer.


XXIX.) Villainous

Bright, sparkling circles brim with tears, and it isn't soon before those tears spill over and roll down rosy cheeks.

Lithe fingers crawl up a round face, covering up the ailing eyes—hiding the sudden shame that the blonde woman feels.

Her eyes are burning, and her tears are coming down faster than they were before. And yet, the First Class SOLDIER looks down at the Turk in disdain, scowling at her. As if she's done something wrong. Normally he'd be apologizing left and right; no matter what the reason, it's never okay to make a woman cry, and he knows this. He's been told this many times over by both Angeal and Sephiroth—and he recites the same doctrine to other SOLDIERs as well. And yet here his best friend is, sitting lethargically on the couch and weeping tears of absolute pain.

Mireya doesn't give him a glance, or even acknowledge the fact that he's standing in front of her. Staring at her as if she's some out of place experiment that needs to be put back on its appropriate shelf. The truth? The truth is that she's tired of him having his episodes. Instead of going to a respective Shinra doctor, he wants to act tough in front of her. And it is this toughness that has forced her to cry tears. They're not all her tears, no. That'd be selfish. She's crying for the tears Genesis refuses to weep as well. The Turk doesn't know if it's the Mako that makes him like this or not, but it's something, and Genesis needs to get to the bottom of it before she does something bad—

"I never want to see you again, Genesis Rhapsodos. And I mean it this time."

—like that.

Her plea doesn't register inside of his head for a while. Stuck inbetween a hallucination and a realization, Genesis tilts his head and wipes his hair out of his eyes. The Turk, confused at Genesis' lack of response, glances up from her hands and for the first time in the several years that she's known him, she's actually fearful. He isn't wearing his trademark smirk, nor is he even close to smiling. He isn't carrying his LOVELESS book, and his posture isn't the same. She's sat through his 'episodes' many times, but there's something daunting about the way he's looking at her now that just... She's surprised that damn wing hasn't popped up and out of nowhere now.

She puts her hands down, scowling at the man in front of her. She's just about had it with him. Mireya can guess exactly what's going to happen now. Genesis is going to get jealous. Not just jealous over her—jealous of numerous people. She's heard about how Sephiroth's stolen his title, how it's unfair that Second Class SOLDIERs are taking his missions... About how Mireya doesn't love him... It's all sickening. Complete and utterly sickening. With blank eyes, his frown curls at the end, showing a bit of interest in Mireya's words.

"You do not want to see me, Love?" he asks incredulously. Like he's hurt. Mireya stands up straight, dusting off her uniform. This is the last time she'll ever come ss Genesis in the middle of a workday. That much she's sure of. "Is there someone else you have in mind? Someone that I do not know about?" His voice is as intimidating as it is cold. Obviously, Mireya doesn't know what the hell he's talking about. "This is how it always is with you. I beg The Goddess permission to keep me alive a little while longer, if not for my friends and the people I love, and yet she makes them turn their backs on me." He dramatically spins on his heels, looking out of the window and then glancing back at Mireya—who suddenly has her bow and arrow drawn.

She points a loaded bow directly at his face, determined to calm him down.

The Turk knows that she stands no chance against the auburn-haired SOLDIER, but if he steps out of line, she has to at least try, right? And besides, Trick knows the way to get to the other Turks. They'll help her, if need be. In an instant his smirk returns but it's sinister—it makes Mireya's eyes widen, for a moment. "Ha," Genesis utters in monotone, his crimson coat swaying behind him. "The Goddess wastes her divine time enlightening those of pure heart and soul, and yet she makes me wait for her Gift... I'll get rid of all those standing in the way of my wondrous gift, even if it means plucking the wings from a bird that has yet learned to fly..."

"Genesis," Mireya says, gritting her teeth. "Don't you move...!"

"Not pleading with me to calm down?" he inquires, tilting his head in a amusement. "I think you have forgotten who I am, Love." She drops her guard, completely forgetting that she's in a room with a potentially batshit SOLDIER. His choice of words digs a hole in her brain. Forgetting who he is? She knows he is, of course! What does he mean by that...? The crimson hero takes a step closer to the Turk, studying her frame. He lets his eyes hover over her beautiful, muscular legs that are hidden behind the standard black suit. She doesn't have many curves, but she has just enough to entice him further. And, of course, it doesn't take long for him to mentally picture him undoing the buttons on her shirt, or, or...

His thoughts are instantly thwarted because he's hypnotized by the sway of her long, honey-blonde hair. The way her loose curls bounce when she walks... The way they sweep around in a floating arch when she turns...

"Nice try, Genesis," she mutters under her breath, touching the knob to the door. "Maybe you can have someone else sit and witness you freaking out and talking about 'The Goddess', but I'm not going to put up with this anymore." She pauses, holding on to the shreds of dignity she has left. "I'm not taking this. I qui—" Before she can finish her sentence, her body is sent smashing into the door and she lets out a scream, not quite sure what happened. But as she looks up and sees the face of her apparent shover, it all becomes clear. Her first instinct is to yell. Yell like she's never yelled before.

But then she realizes that Genesis actually put his hands on her.

He actually hurt her.

Mireya's body freezes in one spot, her eyes widening as he continues to take steps towards her. He grabs her wrists, slamming her into the eastern wall this time. As she looks into his face, she notices that this isn't the same Genesis she's known; he's a completely different person now, and he might just kill her today. "I think I deserve a kiss, Mireya dear..."

"I'll show you a kiss!" she retorts, going into full-on survival mode. She tries to ready her leg for some serious groin-kicking action, but he readjusts his grip around her wrists, grinning like a madman. He wraps his hand into her hair, making her flinch in pain. After the First Class SOLDIER has secured a good grip in her hair, he presses his body closer to hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. This is the part where Mireya tries hard to make Genesis find himself again, but her mouth is occupied at the moment, giving her no chance to say anything. Actually, she unconsciously responds to his strange show of affection, parting her lips and joining his tongue in its unique dancing.

And that's when he snaps.

With powerful force, he slams her head into the wall, which almost knocks the Turk unconscious for a while. She staggers back, falling next to the bow and arrow on the floor. But instead of taking them and pinning him to the wall like she's done so many times while he's been in this state of mind, she can't get her mind off what he's just done and she starts bawling. Crying like she's never done before. He snickers at her weakness, taking a few more slow steps towards her.

"You want this, don't you, Mireya?" It's a rhetorical question, but he stares at her, as if he's waiting for a response. "Have you gotten in through your pretty head that you belong to me now? Your entirety all belongs to me. But you must realize that I have no use for toys and mere trinkets that will rust and blow away like the finest dust in the wind. That is why I must get rid of you now, for my heart belongs with The Goddess." She licks her lips, feeling completely and utterly betrayed. Too winded to actually move, she watches as Genesis hand lights up a light red. Materia, no doubt.

She closes her eyes, readying herself for a world of pain, but the door shoots open.

"Roxas...?"

Both Genesis and Mireya's attention are pulled to the Third Class SOLDIER standing there, his eyes engulfed in rage. With his whip drawn, he swings it towards Genesis, trapping him in a fiery blaze. The room erupts in flames, and the First Class SOLDIER falls down to the ground. Not because of Rox's fire, but because something inside of his head finally clicks. As the fire disappears, Genesis' body glows an ominous black, his hair flashing from grey to brown before it finally turns back to normal. Mireya's eyes widen even more at the spectacle that has just taken place.

"Gen—! Gene—! Genesi—!"

Hysterical, Mireya gets up and tries to run towards the First Class SOLDIER, but Rox makes his way over to her, wrapping his arms around her. He's trembling and he closes his eyes. Now he's crying, too.

"Mireya! Oh Dear Gaia, are you okay?"

She pauses, looking back at Genesis again.

"I-I... Rox... I..."

"Shh," he coos to her, running his fingers through his hair. "Genesis told me he wasn't feeling right today. He made me check on you all. I just... I just can't believe he hurt you..." Now Mireya's convulsing, looking at the blood trickle from her mouth.

"He... He..."

"I know, Mireya. I know. He didn't mean it." The blonde SOLDIER pulls her even closer, trying really hard to keep himself from crying. "I'll make sure he gets the help he needs. Honestly, I can't... I won't let this happen again." He looks up, gazing out of the window. "I can't imagine how he'll feel when he realizes what he just did... I'll have to go report back to HQ..."

"No!" She shouts, pushing him away from her. Rox's jaw drops from the shock of it all. Weak Mireya may be, but she will not let someone do her work for her. "Rox, you will never tell anyone what just happened, do you hear me?" Rage. Rage on top of rage. He's never seen her so angry. She prods his chest with her index-finger. "I've been putting up with this for so long, and now you want to just budge in?"

Mireya has no idea.

No idea what Rox has been putting up with. By Gaia, he would never let something like this go on! He would never push her, shove her, demand anything from her because he loves her. Slamming her into the wall? Telling her that she's less than useless? That's not what love makes someone do. Dammit, Rox's SOLDIER status could be excommunicated, and she says that he has no idea what she's been putting up with? He extends his arms outwards, looking at the ground before turning on his heels.

"Fine. You stay with him, Turk," he growls. "Yes, you keep putting up with him. Keep messing around, and he will kill you." And with that, he storms out of the room, leaving behind a really confused Mireya.

She knits her fingers together and then glances at Genesis. "I... Guess I should do something with you, then," she murmurs. Using all of her strength, she drags him off the floor and onto the couch, fixing his body position into something more comfortable." Mireya sighs, blowing strands of her hair out of her face.

"I hold the world but as the world," Genesis mutters, opening his eyes and then reaching out towards something unseen... Something... Something Mireya can't quite point out. But the First Class SOLDIER apparently sees it. It's there, at least, in his eyes. "Gratiano; a stage where every man must play a part, and mine is a sad one." The blonde Turk's heart sinks as she immediately knows what he's talking about. She sits on the couch beside him, wrapping her arms around him without saying anything at all. "The world's a stage, Love. And all men and women merely players. They have exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts..."

"Genesis?" he voice is cool, calm. Collected. Comparable to milk. "I forgive you, it's okay." She snuggles closer to him, but he can't work up the nerve to actually look at her. Instead he gazes at the weaponry on the ground.

"I do desire we may be better strangers."

Instead of the instant grief that should be brought with such a sentence, Mireya smiles, closing her eyes. This is her choice, not his; she has chosen to stay with him, even through his darkest. She'll take whatever he can throw at her. "He is guided by hope that the gift will bring bliss. And the oath he swore to his friends."

A pause. A smile. A smirk. "Though no oath is shared between the lovers," he begins, tracing the lining of Mireya's jaw and wiping the dry blood away from her mouth, "in their hearts, they know they will meet again." Mireya blushes, but only slightly. She grabs Genesis' hands and he kisses her lightly on the lips, his light blue eyes shining with the want to be forgiven.

"Only strong people forgive, Mireya," he says. "I'll make this up to you, I promise." He kisses her hand and nods. It makes her feel... Makes her feel better. "A million apologies wouldn't be enough..."

Just having the old Genesis back is all of the repentance she needs.