Authors Note: Thank you everyone who is reading my story and just in case it gets confusing (or you haven't caught on) when the words He, His, or Him are capitalized in the middle of a sentence its referring to Sephiroth. Thanks again for reading, and I really need to get a better icon for the story .
"My name is Genesis, Genesis Rhapsdos and I'm taking you away from here."
I feel my heart flutter as he introduces himself, He stirs inside me, but not in His usual maelstrom of anger, its as if He is...excited? The man keeps my hand in his as he stands up, He will not keep still and almost forces me to my feet. I feel the man hesitate as if not sure how to handle walking with me, not that I am much better, since being brought here I have never left this room. Anyone who needed to see me, doctors, nurses, whomever, always came to me. I pull my hand from his and begin to trace it up his arm, I am almost pleased with the fabric my fingers are dancing across, its soft leather, almost soothing texture, my hand stops at his shoulder, my fingers continue to idly rub the fabric, I think I almost hear the man chuckle. This is how one of the nurses had led me around the room when I first was able to walk again. By where my hand is sitting I can tell the man is about the same height as I am, and by the soft hairs tracing over my hand as he turns his head I can tell his hair is about shoulder length, and most likely choppy.
His other hand comes up and sits on top of mine briefly, "Lets get out of this foul place." I feel myself break into the smallest glimpse of a smile, something I can't remember doing since being brought here.
As we walk through the building the man ignores Reno's ramblings, seems to be a trend with many people. We reach a point where he stops and takes my hand in his and gently pulls me forward, I quickly find out why, he is holding a door open, fresh air and blazing sun crash down upon my skin. I turn my head upward and let out a shuddering breath, I never truly realized how much I missed it until now. The man puts his hand on my back in an almost soothing gesture, "They truly did keep you locked away like an animal." I hear spite in his voice, can he truly understand what I've been through? No, no one can, not anyone alive atleast. I feel a stray tear fall down my cheek, I quickly brush it away. I can almost hear Kadaj's voice, "Don't cry brother." I miss them both so much, they were the only ones who could understand me, I miss Kadaj's ranting and yelling, and even Loz's crying. I'm torn away from my thoughts by the man patting my back.
"Lets get away from here." I nod my head, and we begin to walk, his hand reassuringly on my back.
He helps me into some type of vehicle, one hand on top of my head and the other holding my hand. This man so gentle, and seemingly caring about me, I'm confused as to why, and why is He so seemingly a twitter about this person? Every time the man touches me He seems to try and jump out from my body. The man gets into the vehicle and speaks briefly to the man driving, giving him instructions before sitting back and sighing.
"I'm glad to be away from that hell hole." I just sit silent with my hands in my lap, running my fingers across the fabric of my pants. "I know you have to have a lot of questions, and I want to answer as many as I can." He is looking at me, I bite down on my lower lip, before taking a deep breath.
"Why do you want me?" I hear him sigh and I lower my head.
"Its a selfish reason." he has turned his head to the side I assume looking out the window. "But." he looks back in my direction, "I can promise you a few things, no more drugs, no more turks, no more being trapped in a box. I won't let anyone hurt you anymore Yazoo. I'll protect you no matter what." he rests a hand on my knee. If only he knew, he can't protect me from Him, He is part of, no, I am part of Him.
"But I'm just a monster..." I hear him make an annoyed noise, he grabs my chin and forced my head up and turns it to him.
"You listen to me, your not a monster, I know monsters, I've fought monsters. You, Him, Me, we aren't the monsters, the people who did this to us, they are the real monsters." My heart almost leaps from my chest hearing his words.
"How do you know Him?" He sighs again and lets my face go. "I was once a very close friend..." he is looking down, this time its me who puts a reassuring hand on his leg. "We were part of the Triad, the top three SOLDIERS in the company...we fought beside each other, laughed together, everything. I knew him before he became what ultimately destroyed him. The man I knew was a strong, intelligent leader. A man whose presence gave everyone strength. I knew him before the lies and hatred consumed him. Before everything was taken from him, its partially my fault, the things I did was part of a chain reaction that made him into what he became. People now only remember him as a monster, and as long as people hold that fear of him in their heart he will never go away. I will always remember him as my friend, a brother that I failed to protect."
Before I can say anything, I feel the vehicle pull to a stop. The man in the front turns and speaks, telling us how much gil we owe. I hear my companion pull something out and then hear the rustle of paper as it is passed between them. The man, Genesis, helps me from the vehicle, I hear him take a deep breath.
"Every day Midgar grows more beautiful, it will take time but one day she will once again be a shining jewel." his whole mood has changed in an instant, he claps a hand on my shoulder, "Lets get inside and get you settled in."
He leads me into the building, a man near the front greets us, and from what I can guess, opens the door. This building smells different then the last, it has a clean but refreshing smell to it, not the hard sanitary smell of the last. The floor beneath me is soft, and pleasing to walk on. We continue through what I assume is a lobby, pleasing music plays softly in the background creating a relaxing atmosphere. I here Genesis push a button, and a tell tale ding of an elevator. Once inside he takes my hand and runs it across the panel, "We live up on the 18th floor." he runs my hand from the top, over and down finally having me push a single button. I mentally count how many rows over and down we went. The elevator ascends and when it stops and the doors open he once again takes my hand and shows me that in the door way there are raised numbers.
Once in the hall way I stop, "You have really thought about this..." I'm in a bit of a state of shock of how well thought out his moves seem to be.
"Call my what you will, but I started at that front door downstairs and tried to make my way up here with my eyes closed, don't ask how many times I tripped or how many times I ended up on the wrong floor." I can't help but crack a smile, and I almost feel as if He too is smiling inside. "I want this to be a home for you Yazoo, not another prison, I want you to be able to come and go as you choose safely." Before I can speak he takes my hand and pushes it against the left wall, "Just follow the wall." I do, and soon it makes a turn to the left. "Keep going." he encourages me. I keep walking, my hand comes to a door frame.
"One." his voice is getting farther away. I keep walking towards him, I find another door frame.
"Two." I shake my head, is he playing a game with me? I keep walking, once again I find a door frame.
"Three." he is right in front of me. He guides my hand to a plate on the wall, I run my hands over the numbers, 1805.
"This is our apartment." Ours, such a strange word to me. He places something in my other hand, a key, I run my fingers over the grooves.
"Now find the lock and open it." He isn't kidding, he really wants me to be able to come and go as I want. He wants me to be...free. I run my hands across the door till I find the knob. It takes me a few tries but I finally fit the key into the lock, I turn the door handle and push the wooden door open. He waits until I am inside before closing the door. I hear him set what sounds like a larger set of keys down on a table before he puts a hand on my shoulder. The smell of this place, I can't place it, but its pleasant and soothing. The ground beneath me is plush and soft. I hold my hands out in front of me as I begin to walk forward.
"I tried to make sure there wasn't too much furniture so that there would be less for you to run into." My hands run into something, its large and soft, a couch? I run my hands over the top of it, its so soft and pleasing to touch. I hear him move past me and I feel the object beneath my hands shift.
"I guess the only thing to say now is, Welcome home."