Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy, or Gackt, or Redemption. As much as I would love to.
A/N Alright we all know what anyone who has ever been experimented on by Hojo wants for their birthday (okay so technically he wasn't experimented on by Hojo but still). And as a Gackt fan, I couldn't resist Mr. Rhapsodos coming in for a thrill. If you don't know what the microphone stand looks like by the description I encourage you to get YouTube and watch either Diabolos or the Redemption MV.
Genesis Rhapsodos looked up from his book, he'd been rereading Loveless for the fifty-second time, and he was also taking a break from his vocal practice. His unusually shaped microphone stood next to his stool, the electric guitar leaning against its stand. He loved his microphone, the way it hooked over, the fact it appeared to be made out of black snake bones, it was perfect.
Though he was distracted by the arrival of Professor Hojo, for a while now the SOLDIER had been coming in and practicing for his after hours performances as a rock star known as Gackt Camui. But he'd been practicing in Hojo's lab, as it turned out the lab was acoustically useful as it let him listen to himself while he played. However he hadn't been expecting the scientist to come in at four in the morning.
Hojo adjusted his glasses, "what are you doing in here?"
"Practicing, I do believe there is no rule about using the lab," Genesis looked back at his book turning the page.
"Yes but I believe it is defecting by leading a double life as a rock star," the scientist smirked.
Genesis snapped his copy of Loveless shut standing up, "yes, and so far you're the only one who's found out."
"Well I'll be willing not to let it slip that you're disobeying Shin-Ra directives if you're willing to help me with a few experiments," Hojo offered smirking.
「Revenge is scared into my soul. Agonizing for its arrival our wishes become our relief---Sleep where you are equable.」 Genesis quoted quietly.
He glanced around; he'd left his claymore back in the Armory next to the Masamune and Buster Sword. He had to get rid of Hojo; he had enough problems as it was without the madman adding any more to the equation. He put his hand up and summoned a large fireball and shot it off at Hojo, he clenched his fist dousing the fire leaving only a pile of ashes where Hojo had been standing.
He sighed looking up at the clock; he had another fifteen minutes before he needed to hide his stuff. Of course that was only because that was the time when Hojo would show up, he could get more practice in now. Picking up his guitar he put it on and sat back down tapping the mic back to life.
"Your form which returns gently to heaven
I watched it for the longest time, until my tears dried up.
And the sorrow overflowing from the scar which can't be erased,
I swore that I would never forget it.
I'll flap my broken wings and erase it all some day, you'll see,
Until the last bell ringing the dirge completes
Red tears traced by a trembling finger,
It crashes through the dark memories.
The last smile wavered, and disappears,
And the warmth is all that's left.
Your kind and gentle words can't heal me now,
This body's only dedicated to the never ending fight.
Because everyone returns to heaven, some day,
You'll never need to say goodbye.
Break out!
I'll flap my broken wings and erase it all some day, you'll see,
Until the last bell ringing the dirge completes.
Your kind and gentle words can't heal me now,
This body's only dedicated to the never ending fight."
