Courting
(KHR x FF7)
Warning: BL (Boys' Love) / Slash undertones
Chapter 1: Courting: Storm Part 1
Genesis slammed close the door to his apartment, it almost fells off its hinges. Without a care in the world, he kicked his worn out boots loose and those them elsewhere. Ignore the fact it seems to knocked something off. Cursing under his breath, he stomped to bed and threw himself in.
"Stupid arrogant bastard." He growled. "Prissy pantsy prude jerkish asshole. Just because you won the spar today doesn't mean I can't fucking defeat you next time. You're lucky my best materia were gone by that sneaky fox when I was in Wutai. I'm not in my best condition. Once I get better equipment..."
Let it never be said Genesis was a graceful loser.
He was a Sore Loser and everyone knew it damn well. Even He knew it. Just don't like admitting it.
Today training spar with Sephiroth ended in massacre for Genesis. Sephiroth knocked out his fireball and dodge another, and then he kicked Genesis' hand and send the Fire Materia out of his reach. Genesis was forced to admit defeat with Masamune was inch away from cutting his neck. In full view of a squadron of cadets.
Genesis never suffer more humiliating defeat.
He send fireball at those cadets when his enhanced hearing heard them gossiping, before stormed off to his apartment.
His PHS suddenly ringing, signaling a new message.
Angrily, Genesis snatch it from his coat pocket and about to lambasted whoever bothers him when he was angry. Usually it was Angeal who says he shouldn't act like child, Sephiroth who reminded him of doing duty, or Zack-puppy who send useless clatters like he was on sugar high. Or Lazard or President or whoever bastard whom Genesis really want to burn but can't because legally their position way above him and killing them will cut his paycheck and made him did desk duty for months while Sephiroth and Angeal having fun killing enemies in Wutai.
Except it was none of them.
It was an anonymous person.
From: [Unknown Number]
To: Genesis Rhapsodos
I'm sorry if I happens to annoys you with this message, but can I ask for your opinion?
Genesis raised an eyebrow. That was one weird message. He types back.
From: Genesis Rhapsodos
To: [Unknown Number]
About what?
I heard you well-versed in poems, you can recite entire Loveless with eyes closed, on top of your head.
I happens to know interesting poems and literature. Wanna compare?
Instantly Genesis' bad mood abates. He always love Loveless, it was one of rare decent poem exist in Gaia. In fact he loves any and all good literature, despite his innate hatred to paperwork. So, someone ask him for his opinion in that branch of knowledge rather than pointless and useless topic, instantly cheered him up.
Sure.
The reply took longer, but it was a poem.
Continuously at the heart of attack, the furious Passionate Storm that swept everything
To Square away the conflict, to wash away sadness. The Requiem of Tranquil Rain
Destroy misfortune that befall, the Bright Sun that illuminates
Drawing attention to oneself to shielding others, the Attractive Lightning strikes
Creating something out of nothing, nothing out of something, the Tricky Mist
Protecting from independent standpoint, the unbound Drifting Cloud
Gathering and accepting everyone, the Harmonious Sky who embrace all
Genesis blinked, once, twice, before a wide smile appears in his lips.
[Infinite in mystery is the Gift of Goddess] That was a wonderful, he types back, At first glance they looks like several mismatched sentence put together to create absurd poem, but after I read carefully, while they do can stand alone, together they made sense. The Sky and its weather. Anger, Calmness, Happy, Attentive, Tricky, Lone, Social. Wings of Light and Dark spread afar. Things that we humans have. Things that make us human.
But shouldn't we put resentment too?
The answer came quick.
There's the last one. The eight.
The Wandering Night know no rest, howling their resentment to the world yet still guarding it
The reason why I put this one separately because it comes really long time after the first seven come to existence. After all, humans have it hard to admit they are weak, spiteful creature and would sooner push the blame onto others than admit it.
Genesis was stumped.
Push the blame... onto others...? This guy certainly wasn't accusing him but...
"You don't wear Materia Bracer. Blame yourself for it."
Had Genesis wear Materia Slot earlier, he won't have to suffer such humiliating defeat. He might be able to put up better fight. Perhaps he could even stick a trap to Sephiroth and gaining an upper hand, even though for short moment.
And yet... he blamed Sephiroth for being too perfect.
Come to think of it... Sephiroth was not perfect. Sure, yeah. That guys is Overpowered as fuck and perpetual machine in war and efficient in paperwork, but when it comes to social thing, even slum's brats have more manners than he did. He doesn't know how to rein in his mouth, always made constipated emotions, and calling Sephiroth emphatic was same as calling Genesis patient, or Zack is a calm person.
There's no Hate, only Joy. You give me lot of insight from that poem alone. I look forward to see what else you can bring.
Really? I'm glad so.
Mmm-hmm... I realize I never asked your name.
Call me Nuvola.
Genesis' eyebrows rose to his hairlines. He quickly type a message.
Are you a Banoran too?
Banoran? Ah, your hometown? Came the reply. Sorry, but no. I learn it from someone else. It was my Secret Language aside from my Mother Tongue.
Secret Language?
Secret Language AKA I can badmouth anyone to my heart content on their face and they won't know it.
Genesis rolled off, laughing so hard. Oh Gaia! How he could forget that in Midgar only Angeal, he, and now this mysterious Anonymous person who can speak Banoran? If he happens to call the President "Disgusting Fat Pig with rotten Pea as Brain" in Banoran Language, that idiot won't even realize it.
I think I'll enjoy chatting with you, Nuvola.
Likewise Mr. Rhapsodos. I swear the amount of Mako and fog in Midgar dropped the general census of IQ level to single or double digit. You surely had any idea what a Herculean task it was to find decent people with brain.
I don't know what a Herculean means, but if it anything like Extremely Hard to Point of Almost Impossibility, then yeah. Seriously. The ones with intelligent conversation mostly worked on Turks. SOLDIER full of dumb-headed idiots who can't even handle materia correctly.
...
...exactly how come they haven't blow themselves up?
They're Idiots. Idiots are resilient cockroaches because they are TOO DUMB to die.
Example: Angeal's puppy. That idiot should've died times over in that assignment at Kalm because of his recklessness. Yet he somehow survive through sheer pure willpower.
Can't fault you of that logic.
TBC
