Rehabilitation
Genesis POV

After my week of 'vacation', I'm back in Shinra Incorporated. I'm back among my adoring, drooling fans, my easily manipulative bosses, my wonderful best friend Angeal… and everyone favorite asshole, Sephiroth.

However, much has transpired between that fateful night with Sephiorth and me returning to work, apparently. Stuck within my own problems, I had little to no interest in what the General was going through since I kissed and ran. Why should I? One must cater to one's own needs before dabbling in the affairs of someone else.

Anyway! Back to what I was saying!

I've gotten juicy information concerning the affairs of the General from my more loyal 'subjects' in the Shinra SOLDIER division.

Apparently, the General has been even MORE stoic and offish than what is normal for Sephiroth. Even during the times when I was present for work, he was going through this. I must applaud my little servants for spotting this when I could not… but then again, during this time, I haven't been in my best mind set, so maybe, if my mind was more clear, I would have been able to spot that the great a powerful Sephiroth was actually not fairing too well either.

I've gotten off track again. Ho!

It's not only the General's attitude that's been off, according to my resources, but his health. My sources indicate that Sephiroth's naturally alabaster skin has been looking less and less admirable as of late, as if he hasn't been eating lately. Others believe that the old Japanese saying of 'sex gives health' applies to this and that Sephiroth hasn't been getting laid like he should –or has- seeing as no one but Sephiroth (and unfortunately myself) knows of what he does after work hours.

I put all of my gil on the second guess.

Knowing what I know about Sephiroth, and knowing my past life and my past addiction to sex (if I can call it that), I've come to the conclusion that Sephiroth hasn't been having sex since kissing me that night. OR he hasn't been having satisfying sex.

Believe me when I say this; having no sex in comparison to having terrible sex is one in the same.

"Wow…"

Taking a seat in my joint office that I share with Angeal, I can only say that word 'wow' as I reflect. It's been a month since I've been able to think about sex and not have either a panic attack or stomach failure. Now… now I can think on the topic of sexuality with the same uplifting happy tune that I could back when I considered myself a monster.

And not only that…

I don't… I don't crave sex. Even as I think about it and recall all the dirty little details of great sexual pleasure, my libido is completely disinterested. No 'tent in the pants' as some would say. I'm free from my 18 year old sex drive. I don't need it. It doesn't rule my everyday life.

Now I know what ex-smokers feel like. Heh… so maybe the sex was an addiction all along.

Leaning back in my chair –it's actually Angeal's chair, but I lay in it more than him… so it might as well be my chair- I relax. I relax and give a breath of fresh air. Breathing, sighing… coughing. Taking in the air like I couldn't do metaphorically weeks ago.

Is this what they call… enlightenment? Or maybe a more secular term would be liberation. Whatever I'm feeling, it's… it's great. I don't want this relaxing feeling to sto---

"So the rumors are true."

"Happy feeling's gone…"

In his usual, no knocking, no manners, 'I'm coming in to do what I have to do and then leave' behavior, the General beholds himself in front of the desk, walking closer and closer until he can place his palms on said desk and lean forward. He looks me up and down, as if to see if any change has happened. Scoffing, he leans off the desk, his composer straightening up.

"You haven't changed. You look fine to me. I bet you weren't even sick."

Same attitude. Instead of getting upset, however, I simply shrug my shoulders; Sephiroth's not worth the energy I used to put into him. "Yes well, Sephiroth, you wouldn't know that. I didn't see you at my doorstep at all while I was gone."

The within the five seconds I said those words, I immediately wished to the highest power that I could take them away and say something else. The look in Sephiroth's cat green eyes only said one thing: "rape".

He was back in that awkward position from before, leaning over my desk. Only this time, he reached forward and grabbed the collar of my red trench coat, pulling me out of my comfy chair and onto my feet. There was no words involved, no noise but the creek of the chair being pushed away by the sudden movement. I grunted ever so softly, my eyes looking straight into Sephiroth's.

What is he thinking?

"Would you have preferred that?"

"W-what?" Did he take my previous comment personally? That's not like Sephiroth at all. Something's definitely wrong.

A cocky smirk plastered over his face as if to cover up the weakness in his past comment.

"I bet you would have liked it if I was your personal servant by your bedside, catering to your every need and want."

"Don't put words in my mouth, Sephiroth."

"Or… would you have preferred to have never seen me again?"

"I never said that." What is he getting at?

He pulled me closer to his face, in which I turned to the left. If I hadn't, it'd be the night rave all over again with how close his face would had be.

"Genesis… what is it that your desire? Whatever it is, I will become it."

I can feel my eyes widen with the question. What I desire…?

You're in love with Sephiroth…

No! No no no, I'd nearly almost forgotten those deadly words my friend whispered to me. How COULD I forget?! The time after those words were whispered to the time I stepped into work only a few hours ago had been filled with confusion as to how I thought of Sephiroth.

I… don't hate him. That would be the opposite of my friend's words, and Angeal's never told me a lie ever.

Saying that I like him doesn't quite do my feelings justice either… well… it's kinda hard to think on this topic with Sephiroth demanding an answer right here and now.

Narrowing my eyes I pulled his vice grip off my collar, standing straight and adjusting my clothing. "Look, I can't think about that right now, Sephiroth."

"You've had a month to think it over. You should have a clear understanding as to how you feel about me and I want to hear it."

"Your pushy attitude isn't going to make my answer any more flattering. Besides, what makes you think you –of all people- were in my thoughts all this time? Don't flatter yourself more than people do on a daily basis. I had NO thoughts of you what so ever."

Another flicker of weakness in those sexy cat green eyes. This time, it lasted a whole three seconds before hardening again. Why is Sephiroth responding to my words like this? Normally, he would have left my office by now… but he's still here, still trying to argue. Arguing is usually above Sephiroth; why is he putting so much energy into fussing with me?

After those seconds of weakness, a resolve took the place of that weakness and he once again tried to grab for me. This time, I backed away, almost by an instinctive impulse. As if my life depended on it; my own show of weakness to that resolve in his eyes.

What's going on in that mind of his?

"Don't act like a child; not everyone is thinking of you every moment of everyday. I'll give you an answer when I give you an answer, and no sooner, General." I made sure to puncture my words carefully despite the confusion overtaking my senses.

For some reason, my palms are sweating and my legs are a bit shaky. Maybe that's why I backed away because it certainly wasn't from some sense of 'personal space' or something like that. The more Sephiroth's sharing my space, the more… the more…

…not sure how to put it. Unstable? I'm just not sure, but I do know this; Sephiroth's presence is driving me crazy. And I was having such a nice day…

But the worse part is… the more Sephiroth stays… the more I don't want him to leave! He's being boisterous, annoying, and unattractive. However, this pushy nature, this forceful behavior is… invigorating and I can't stop myself from enjoying it and wanting more of it!

However, my heart rate dropped back to normal when I heard a huff and the click of a shoe… followed by the sight of Sephiroth's silver back.

"Have it your way… but this conversation isn't over."

And away he goes, the last of his silver hair flying out of the automatic doors.

And as my heart rate dropped, so did my rump into my cold chair. I blew out air I didn't realize I was holding and once again, I was breathing.

Why is it that around Sephiroth, I suffocate?

And it's not a literal suffocate either. I simply freeze. I still all normal bodily movement and start to take the symptoms of one hyperventilating. Sure, I can talk alright and maybe blink a few times but not once while Sephiroth was in this room can I remember breathing as easily as I did when he wasn't. I couldn't remember seeing anything else but those eyes…

…and I think I may need a warm shower because my body's soaked with sweat.

My first day being back in Shinra Incorporated… and it wasn't pleasant in the least. My work load has piled tremendously since coming back. Not even Angeal could help me out and I was really banking on his generosity to do my half of the work. Well, even so, since that awkward conversation with Sephiroth earlier this morning, I've haven't seen eye or hair of the general, surprisingly. Like a ghost, he simply disappeared and… it's been a bit unnerving.

Didn't he say something along the lines of 'this conversation isn't over'?

"Oh well. Less of a headache to my precious temple when he's not around."

Lounging on my office couch, I take the last breather I can before getting back to work. The lights are dim and the office window panes give me a gorgeous view of Midgar's midnight glow. I bet there are plenty of hot spot raves begging for my attention right now but, I guess I'm better off working here than getting myself back in the habit.

No more spontaneous and/or anonymous sex for this little monster. Heh…

"Nmmmm no more worries!" I sigh as a stretch my arms above my head, throwing my feet back upon the floor to stand up. "All that energy I put into finding partners for the night can be put towards work and… something else to do with my life."

Funny thought; sex was my life. It was my hobby, my purpose in life. Of course, my second purpose in life is to flatter all with my presence, but that's another category of sin altogether that I don't plan on repenting for any time soon. But now with my sexual appetite all but gone, what else should I do in the late hours of the night besides work?

They say working too hard after hours is bad for the skin.

"Still here?"

"Happy feeling's gone again…."

I don't want to look over my shoulder; there's no USE looking over my shoulder. I already know who's there and… judging by the distinctive 'hiss' of the door, he just placed the security lock on my office. Probably used his special General password that I don't know.

"What do you want, Sephiroth?"

"You know what I'm here for."

He sounds closer than I deem safe… but by the time I turn my body around, Sephiroth's placed both hands against the thick window pane behind me, trapping me. Those cat eyes, burning straight into my baby blues are simply merciless. They leave no room for me to breath, no room to stretch, no room for distractions… no room for white lies.

"What do you think of me, Genesis?"

I'm suffocating.