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Sooo, the idea for this ficlet came from this so beautiful clip I found on YT with this title: "[MMD x FFVII] Demons", featuring Genesis and Angeal singing together that piece. The rest was just history, the lil story practically wrote itself. Go look for the clip! You're welcome!
WHERE MY DEMONS HIDE
It had been a long, exhausting day, when Sephiroth finally entered their home. He stopped in the hall right beyond the front door to remove his coat and army boots and switch to the house shoes. Genesis wouldn't have outside footwear around the house, hell, he would NOT! Not even if it wasn't his turn to do the vacuuming in their common spaces, which actually meant the whole house, save for the bedrooms.
Sephiroth didn't even notice the sounds at first, used as he was to having to listen to Genesis' usual musical endeavours on a daily basis, be it by voice or some instrument - piano, violin, electric guitar, whatever fancied him at the moment. Only when he walked down the hall, as he approached the living's door, he was struck by the fact that, apart from Genesis' well-known voice, another one made itself heard loud and clear... One he felt he should know - the soft, low inflections sounded oh-so-familiar to his ear! And yet it baffled him, for he could not remember hearing that singing voice before.
He carefuly turned the doorknob to not interrupt that wrapping wave of heart-melting music, whose lyrics seemed to tug at his very soul. The door opened silently and his jaw almost literally hit the floor at the sight, but he did not even acknowledge that as he stood there pinned, staring at the view.
Genesis and Angeal - Angeal! The never-before-singing Angeal! - sat on a pair of chairs that had been placed back to back, singing their hearts out. Under Sephiroth's stunned eyes, they just stayed there, moving in unison, taking turns at the verses, joining their mindblowing voices at the choir parts, obviously neither hearing, nor seeing anything else anymore, completely oblivious to everything around them until, driven by the emotion wave that poured from their song, they finally rose from the chairs and threw them aside, taking each other's hands and singing face to face with such drive that their wings...
Their wings - those dreaded appendages that had always seemed a curse to them before, yet now looked painfully beautiful to Sephiroth - burst out enveloping each other in their dark and light feathers and they hugged with brotherly affection just as the last notes of the song left their lips, floating towards the paralyzed Seph standing at the door.
Genesis was the one who finally broke the hug and, turning around, discovered him still pinned there.
"You can shut your mouth now, Seph." he chuckled softly.
Sephiroth's eyes went from him to Angeal, then slid aside to the bookshelf, attracted by a little green light that blinked among the volumes.
"Ahah," he stated dryly, gathering his witts. "I... I never heard you singing until now, Angeal. I... didn't even know you could."
Genesis just huffed, rolling his eyes.
"Hah! Yes, the beast just wouldn't, can you believe it?! Even though he has this completely marvellous voice! I mean you heard him! I imagine your jaw didn't hit the floor at MY singing, that's for sure! You heard loads of me until now and I never saw you in such a state of shock!" he sniffed, mocking a hurt he still may have felt, at least for a bit.
"Um... well, the surprise of it..." Sephiroth tried to elaborate.
Genesis waved him off.
"Leave it. Well, now you know. I needed a counterpart for this song and I wailed at him for days on end that I couldn't find a proper one - to no avail until now. I had to trick him to at least help me see how it would sound, had I found the second voice for it. The twit says he cannot sing in front of others cos he gets blocks and he chokes. I had to put these chairs back to back and tell him he would be safe, that not even I would see him singing, there you go!"
"Uhuh," Sephiroth said, his eyes still pinned on the tiny green light from the corner. Then, before even stopping to think, he blurted:
"I need that record of it!"
Angeal jumped, wide-eyed:
"Wait-WHAT?! What record? Genesis!"
He looked frantically around. Sephiroth pointed wordlessly at the still blinking led, but before Angeal could take a single step, Genesis practically flew at it, retrieving the small camera and cradling it at his chest, stopping the recording.
"Hell NO, you don't get your hands on THIS thing here!" he stated menacingly.
"No, because you will give me the record willingly," Sephiroth said with a definitive look. "You can keep the original, of course, it belongs to you after all. But I need a copy of it."
Genesis stopped for a moment, blinking slowly, then a relieved sigh escaped him while he still cradled the camera at his chest, tightly secured.
"You big cat, you!" mumbled he. "No dot of light would ever escape you!"
Angeal's broad shoulders slumped a degree. He bit his lips and made a step toward his silver-haired friend.
'Why? What do you need it for, Seph?" he asked softly.
Sephiroth looked him in the eye, silently. Then his gaze went back to Genesis. In two strides he got the both of them, each with one hand, pulling them to him in a tight hug while his own wing burst out, circling the others'. Holding them so close to him like that - he had never done it before, that was one sure thing for all three of them.
He did it now.
And, as they stood there united - three one-winged angels who felt more and more like a real family - he said at last:
"Because I want to have you both with me, always. Just like this."