A/N: Ok starting to change POV now, there is a break between Yazoo and Genesis's POV.
If I have one thing to say about the man named Genesis, he is patient. He isn't rushing me about this place, he takes me to a room and lets me wander and touch things as I please. He allows me all the time I need to get familiar with a room, waiting for me to be ready for the next. He is also methodical, and everything in this place seems well thought out, right down to the placement of my toothbrush. It is very obvious, even to my sightless eyes, that he truly has tried to "see" the world from my point of view, being careful where every piece of furniture is place, organizing such spaces in order to leave clear and direct paths in and out of each room.
My room posses only four piece of furniture, a bed, a bedside table, a dresser, and a chair which is located beside the dresser. My bathroom has very little in it as well, outside of the normal necessities it has a basket possessing all the "personal hygiene" products I need, each of with he had me hold while telling me what it was, not that I couldn't tell deodorant from toothpaste, but the gesture is there none the less. In the shower, the soap is on the left, the shampoo on the right, and the washcloth hangs just below the shower head.
We once again return to the main room, the couch I had located earlier I come to find is part of a well designed square sitting area, the couch facing a television with a chair and love seat on either side forming an open box setup with a short table in the middle, which of course I find by running into. He also shows me a radio sitting on a table against a wall, he tries to show me where each button is and how to use it, but for the moment I am not interested in trying to remember the location of over a dozen buttons and their uses.
The next area is the adjoined kitchen, the first thing I find is what he refers to as a "breakfast bar" it is a counter with stools tucked underneath it. Following the counter around into the actual kitchen area I find first the sink, then the stove, and finally the refrigerator, many of these items he has to explain to me as I am not familiar with them. My time in the outside world was short, and not filled with such things, my brothers and I slept where we could and ate what we could, we didn't have what some people call "creature comforts". He opens the door to this cooling box and has me feel my way around inside, there isn't much, but he explains the larger bottles are drinks, explaining each one as I feel its shape. He then shows me the cupboard where the cups are stored, he said he opted for plastic just in case. I assume he thinks I may drop one, then step on the shards of glass, I'm blind not stupid.
"I guess this is a good time to give you this." he takes my hand and places something rectangular in it. I roll it between my hands and find that part of it flips open, after feeling it some more I come to the conclusion its a PHS.
"I had it changed a little, the numbers on the keys are raised. If you push and hold 1, it will call mine. 2 will call the restaurant down the street, I've already made arrangements with them, if you get hungry and I'm not here, you can call them and they will deliver it here, its already set up to charge to my account. 3 will call Tseng, in case of an emergency where I can't get to you they will." I can tell the last part isn't something he wanted to do, but a necessary precaution. I continue to roll the phone around in my hand some more.
"Now that introductions are done, how about some lunch?" I don't know why, but this man seems so strange to me, and at the same time so familiar, its almost comforting.
The day had gone smooth, much smoother than I had originally predicted. I got little hesitation or hostility from the boy, while he speaks little and shows even less emotion I feel he is happy to be out of the stark white box, not that he could tell the walls where white anyway. After a peaceful lunch filled with idle chatter, well more of me talking and him listening, we finished the tour of the house by me showing him the balcony and giving him a gift. When I used to see him at the new Shinra building he always seemed to bored, there was nothing in the room but his bed, and it seemed all he did was sleep, or what appeared to be sleeping. I had wanted to give him this before now, but it didn't seem appropriate, they say music can open up new worlds, and I hope it can bring something to this poor boys dark world. I purchased him a CD player, basic with the normal buttons, nothing fancy to confuse him, and a variety of CDs, I didn't know what he would like, so I bought him various styles and artists and figured once he found what he liked I could expand his collection. Once he put the headphones on I know I could almost see light dance in those pale green eyes. He is so reminiscent of Sephiroth its almost frightening, but not the man who almost destroyed Gaia, no, the young and almost naive Sephiroth I met when I joined SOLDIER.
Dinner has also been peaceful, and I had managed to get him to join the conversation more, namely I began to quote LOVELESS and it had confused him. After explaining the story to him, he became fascinated and began to ask questions, yes I believe Yazoo and I will get along just fine, I promised I would take him to the play next time it was in town. We settled in the living room after dinner for more discussion, and then I turned on the television, same old stuff on the news, I turned on a movie and began to idly watch it. When I looked over the boy had fallen asleep on the couch. He was stretched languidly across the couch, his long legs slightly bent to keep his feet on the couch, I can't help but smile he is so much like the younger Sephiroth, I just hope I can give him a better life than his predecessor. Yes, that is my selfish reason for doing all this, I want this boy to have a life He could never have, a world without mako and the calamity, free of Shinra's political lies. Just to live and be free, thats my goal. I turn off the television and stand, he moves only slightly, still asleep. I pull a throw blanket from the back of the couch and lay it over him. A stray lock of silver lay across his face, and I am drawn to brush it away. I stand there watching him, something so entrancing about this young man, much the same effect my old friend had on people, draw people in without even trying. I leave him and head for my bedroom, We'll see where tomorrow leads.
I listen to the sound of the television in the background for a while before I doze off, the background noise a nice contrast to the usual silence I find at night. I don't know when the TV was turned off, or when he left the room, all I know is suddenly He is very active. His hands are on me, I feel his breath in my ear almost like he is asking what I think about Genesis, One of His hands is in my hair stroking at it. Then it all changed, his large strong hand latch around my throat, I suddenly can't breath, I try to push him off to no avail, this is so different from any other time, I'm fighting him but he keeps pushing down on my harder, squeezing at my throat. Why? Is He jealous? I don't understand, He has never tried to kill me before! I feel an added weight on my body and something else grabbing at me. I hear a noise in the background before a sudden pain runs through my face, suddenly He is gone, His hands are gone and my body lurches forward my lungs gasping for every ounce of air they can find. I hear Genesis calling my name, and I start shaking, I'm truly scared now, He just tried to kill me.
I barely get changed before I hear movement in the living room, he must have woken up. I got out to make sure he can find his room ok, but I am shocked by what I find. He is thrashing about, the blanket caught around his legs, he is holding his throat like he is fighting someone off. I rush to his side and try to grab onto him, the boy is much stronger than I originally gave him credit for. I end up having to straddle him to attempt to still him, he is gasping like he can't breath, his eyes are open and he is pulling at his throat like something is there, like hands are there.
"Yazoo stop!" he keeps thrashing, almost throwing me off him. "YAZOO WAKE UP!" I rear back and slap the boy across the face. His whole body seizes up, pushing against mine and he suddenly starts gasping and panting.
"Yazoo?" I touch his face as he starts shaking. "You awake." he is quivering, I get off him and sit on the edge of the couch. He does the unexpected and sits up and throws his arms around me, burying his face in my shoulder he is shaking so violently. I wrap my arms around him and rub his back.
"What just happened Yazoo, tell me." I think he is crying, his chest is heaving under my arms and I worry.
"He...He tried to kill me..." He? No, it can't be. Were the Turks right? Could he really have Sephiroth inside him?
"Does this happen a lot?" I hear him sniffle.
"He has never tried to kill me before...hurt me, but never tried to kill me." What are you thinking Sephiroth? Why would you hurt him? Didn't you create him?
"Just calm down, I'm right here." I remember similar nights to this, nights when Sephiroth would have his own violent nightmares and Angeal and I would have to calm him down, I can only hope our solution works for him too.
I begin to move a little bit, shifting my position, keeping one of my arms around him. With the other I untangle the blanket and then stand, scooping the silver haired boy up bridal style. He clings tighter to me, he isn't shaking as violently now. I carry him into his room and set him down on the bed, it takes a bit of coaxing to get him to let go of me, once he does I help him remove his shirt, now damp with sweat. I help him change clothes, not going far from him.
"Please...don't leave me..." he sounds so scared.
"I'm not leaving you tonight..." I promise, coaxing him to lay down I pull the blanket over him before climbing onto the other side of the bed. I sigh and lay down close to him, one of his hands finds its way to my arm. I reach up and stroke some of the hairs away from his face. I use my thumb and wipe away some of the stray tears from his face. It takes a while, but soon he goes back to sleep. I sigh watching the moonlight streak across him and whisper softly, "What have I gotten myself into?"