A/N Thought I'd try something a little different... Hope you like, Genis needs a little character development. Please R&R
There were twenty five wooden planks forming the wall of his house.
Genis estimated they were approximately 10cm wide, making the wall 2 and a half metres high.
Was he sure there was twenty five?
Better check again...
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The door creaked open behind the half elf and he scowled as he heard the footsteps stop just inside the door.
'Get lost, Raine. I don't want to talk to you.'
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The footsteps were closing in. Genis tried to retain his concentration, he didn't want to ruin his count.
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'Genis...?'
10... Wait, what?
That voice...Genis recognised it and immediately his whole body seized up. He tried to block out the recurring image, but to no avail.
Blurred vision. Confused tears. White, ancient runes. A grip on his collar. And a voice. A voice he feared he would hear for one last time.
'...everyone makes mistakes, Mithos...sometimes you just need a friend to help you correct them...'
Genis was left behind by his only friends. One destroyed the other, leaving him stranded and betrayed to live out his long and tedious life, looking over his shoulder at every turn for fear of persecution.
'Genis. Turn around. It's me.'
3 short snappy sentences. Like daggers, they pierced Genis's very being; he was being ordered to turn around. Ordered by the very race he despised and the very human that deserted him. Why did Genis even cling to the hope that he and Lloyd could live together normally? Who was he kidding? Lloyd Irving...strong seventeen year old and Genis Sage...weak half-elf inferior, destined to live in the older boy's shadow.
Lloyd left him.
Deserted him, taking his only other 'child' friend with him.
Without even an explanation.
And now he returns?
A miraculous ressurrection from death, no doubt to be hoarded by admirers and awarded the title of hero.
And without even a second thought, Genis would come to heel and aid the hero in any way he needed?
That's a riot.
In one swift fluid movement, Genis rolled over onto his other shoulder, swung his right arm out aggressively as he sat up and caught Lloyd on the chin. The twin-swordsman hurlted backwards and staggered a few steps in shock. Genis just rolled back over onto his side, a small smile floating on his features.
He was done. Done with this struggle. All he wanted was to sleep and go back to school, pretend it never happened, and isolate himself to his studies as his blood told him he should. Of course, he could still hang with Collette. She could learn with him. It would be fun.
After all...
She was different, just like he was. A strange concoction of two races...and deserted by the common denominator between them.
Humans...and Lloyd Irving.