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Hey there! Its been a while since I last updated. Life has been crazy! lol :D Finally got around to doing this one. And hopefully will update again soon! And thanks to everyone who was reviewing and I will defiantly look into the deviant art thing! It will be interesting to see other peoples ideas on how Genesis would look like if he was a girl. I never did think to look there. lol :D So hopefully you like this one and it was worth the long wait... probably not... so don't pelt me with rocks! D: Please review i love to hear what you all think of this. All reviews are appreciated! Enjoy!

Chapter 6: Visiting Genesis!

It was nightfall for Midgar, the lamps of the streets shined dimly for its citizens. Many people were still out in the dirty streets. They ranged from drug peddlers, mercenaries, prostitutes, and the common drunk. But even more people took this time of the day to their full advantage. In the Shinra companies apartment complex. In the SOLDIER dorms, most of the dorm rooms lights were still turned on. Fellow SOLDIERs taking advantage of the weekends freedom. Parties and other various activities still going on long after midnight had struck. But in one room the lights were out, Zack had made sure of that. You see after his epic battle with the toilet, and his failed attempt to save a book. Zack had come home sometime after four in the morning. His apartment was purely pitch dark. After Zack had stumbled into his bedroom in the early morning. In his drunken daze he somehow had managed to close all the blinds and curtains in his small apartment. For sunlight was defiantly not a persons friend if they had a hangover. He never would have gone drinking if it wasn't for Reno.

Reno had suggested last night that they should go celebrate about unofficially finding the spare copy of 'Loveless'. Though half way through the night, something, a very important piece was just barely being realized. How was Zack going to get Genesis from whacking his head off when he tried to explain what happened to the book in the first place. And how after that was he suppose to convince Genesis to come with him to go pick up the book. Or even if said person that even had the book, was even going to be willing to depart with it! To say Zack started to panic at this realization was a understatement. Through quick thinking Zack's panic was quickly cured thanks to Reno, and ungodly amounts of alcohol being shoved down his throat one right after the other.

Thus leading Zack back into the position he was now in. Dark room, and a massive hangover headache that would make Hojo kill over. He'd been lying on his bed for hours, rolling this way and that. Never being able to find that one comfortable spot. Like right now, he was currently lying on his stomach with his face smashed under a mound of bed pillows. Another welcoming side effect of drinking to much, was that you were bound to see said drinks sooner or later. Zack was no exception to this rule. He'd been playing peacefully on his stomach for a few minutes, before his stomach let out a scream of protest to all the abuse Zack had just put it through in the past couple of hours. This caused Zack to let out a groan for what felt like the twentieth time that night, and had to switch positions again to trying to become comfortable once again.

Unfortunately, he never got the chance to find that 'perfect' spot, for his cell phone began to ring. Normally he loved his choice in ring-tones. But today, all he wanted to do was smash his phone into a million pieces and flush them down the porcelain throne. Cringing, he tried desperately to drown out the noise by smashing his pillows as hard as he could over his ears. His SOLDIER enhancement being the only downfall for whenever he drank. His hearing was not doing him any justice at all. For he could still hear that stupid phone ringing as if the pillows were never there in the first place! But luck was not on his side tonight, for whoever it was that was calling, they were very, very persistent. He had hoped to wait out the phone call and let the voice mail take care of it. But that didn't go as planned. As soon as the phone stopped ringing, it just started back up again. He now knew what Genesis had to go through when ever he bugged her, and swore that if the person would stop calling he would vow to never do it again.

Sighing, Zack reached a hand out of the covers of his bed and reached for the side of his bed were a small lamp sat on a stand. He thought of curses he would love to throw at the caller as soon as he was able to get up out of his bed and answer the horrid device. Groaning as he pulled his head out from its make-shift barrier or pillows, he proceeded to turn his body into the right position in order to sit up. It was one of the hardest things he had ever had to do, at least in his opinion. He then put his muscles and mind into working mode, forcing himself to stand and walk over to his dresser. Which had a small mirror tacked up on the wall above it. Zack leaned up against the dresser slightly, turning his head left and right as he looked at his reflection. His hair was tousled and looked like he'd just got out of a fight with a tornado. And as he looked down he noticed that his clothing was wrinkled in every place imaginable and completely dirty from head to toe. He didn't even want to know what that greenish looking stain was on his thigh.

Cringing he looked back up to his reflection. He had a horrible case of crows feet and had black blobs forming under his bloodshot eyes. He could have sworn he heard a woman scream in his head in appall to his appearance. He groaned at his reflection before yanking a drawer in the dresser open in order to retrieve his phone. It had stopped ringing but Zack immediately opened it anyways. The call he knew would be coming already clocking away at his minutes.

"Hello...?" Zack voiced wearily.

"Zack. I need you to come down to the West Wing of the Infirmary as quickly as you can." Angeal's voice answered back quietly. He sounded as though he had swallowed nails and couldn't talk very long without his voice cracking.

"Huh? What for...?" Zack asked lazily, rubbing the back of his neck letting out a tired yawn.

"Genesis is awake, Zack. And she's been asking for her book..."

Zack's eyes snapped open and lifted his head up to look back into the mirror. Thinking he was dreaming he brought his free hand up to pinch himself on the tip of his nose. 'Oh god! It hurt... shit!' Zack screamed mentally in his head. Stomping his feet like a child in a nervous dance.

"Does... s-she know what happened to it...?" Zack asked apprehensively. Placing his free hand onto the top of the dresser and started to drum his fingers nervously on its hard surface.

"No, we haven't told her anything yet about your... unfortunate adventure to the restroom..." Angeal coughed lightly, clearing trying to hide his amusement at the situation. "Sephiroth and I believe it would be best if you were the one to explain what has happened. We've only told her that you... may have it."

Zack's eyes narrowed, least in his reflection as he was still staring into the mirror. He could have sworn that he heard Sephiroth in the background laughing. Or as close to a laugh as that man could ever get anyways.

"Is she mad...?" Zack asked, bringing a finger to his mouth and started to bite down on his index fingers nail. A dirty habit his mother had tried to break him of for years while he was growing up. But failed. "And tell Sephiroth to stop laughing! This isn't funny!" Zack snapped still hearing the General laughing in the background as the conversation continued.

Angeal chuckled and a clicking of a button could be heard on the other line. Sephiroth's laughing ceasing in a instant. Making Zack realize, with much distaste, that his beloved mentor had put him on speaker phone for the whole ward to hear!

"Angeal!" Zack groaned into the phone loud enough to provoke more laughter from Sephiroth. Apparently the General found this situation extremely hilarious. Probably because he knew he wasn't going to live for very much longer. And found it funny that his demise would come from a bed-ridden, auburn, fiery spirited first class SOLDIER.

"I apologize Zack. But you need to come down here and tell her what has happened with the book. She is growing impatient and if this continues I can't guarantee you will live past five minutes in the same room with her..." Angeal stated, chuckling silently trying to keep it from reaching Zack's ears to no avail.

Zack was about ready to yell at Angeal, give him a piece of his mind. He may be a puppy but he did have one hell of a bite! But unfortunately the line went dead.

Ten minutes later and a lot of yelling and bashing in his own apartment. Zack was wondering down the hallways of the West Wing infirmary. Slowly inching his way along the walls, never walking normally in the middle of the hall or even up against the side. He was flushed up against the wall sliding sideways along it. Looking around every corner before proceeding.

Zack even had the decency to create his very own stealthy theme music as he inched his way further into what he would later describe as, 'The belly of the beast'. Humming the tune of his chosen theme. People that were walking the halls would glance at him like he was some idiot. Or completely stop to see what this idiotic SOLDIER was doing. Many just passed him by without glancing in his general direction.

Zack didn't care what people thought of him for doing this. To him this was a life or death situation. And he intended to come out of this quarrel alive! Even if it meant making a complete and utter idiot out of himself in the process. He still had dreams to fulfill and he would be damned if they were thwarted by some over reactive first class SOLDIER chick. He finally made it to the door he was looking for, 231W was etched into a metal plate next to the door.

Sucking in as much air as he could, thinking it would be his last he thought silently to himself. Thoughts full of dread. 'This is it...! Oh god, hope I don't die!' He even said a little prayer before opening the door. 'Whoever is up there... if you love me! Please don't let genesis gut me!'

Standing up as straight as he could he pushed the door open all the way. Revealing a stark white room. It had few pieces of furniture scattered here and there, probably in attempt to make it seem more like a natural room then a hospital jail cell. Glancing around the room, Zack saw that Angeal had seated himself comfortably in a chair next to the bed, reading some kind of novel and he had a mug of what was probably dumb-apple tea. Glancing towards the other side of the room he could see Sephiroth perched on the window seal looking at the muggy sky on the other side of the glass.

Finally Zack dared to look at the rooms main occupant. Turning his gaze over to the bed he found Genesis propped up against the frame of the bed by a stack of pillows. Wires and IV drips hanging everywhere around her. Her hair was splayed out behind her, giving off the look of a bloody halo behind her. But to Zack it looked more like the fires of hell sprouting out from the mattress and ready to pounce on him at any moment. Gulping he slowly walked into the room, closing the door behind himself.

"Um... Hey there, Genesis! How are you feeling...?" Zack asked quietly, his voice shaking out of fear. His mentor and Sephiroth not even glancing his direction yet. But he was sure they were listening intently to what was going on, he had no doubt of that.

"Where's my book, Fair?" Genesis hissed under her breath. Her bangs covering her eyes. But Zack was sure there was murder written there. And was more then glad that her eyes were covered or he would have probably pissed himself.

"Y-yeah... about that..." Zack started, eyes shifting to Angeal and Sephiroth for any kind of help, but they were still pretending he hadn't just walked into his early funeral. "You see I did have it... but..."

"But what Fair? Out with it." Genesis had everything but patience today it seemed.

Gulping and closing his eyes as tightly as he could he blurted out what had happened all in one go. "!" Zack breath left him all at once with that long sentence. He could barely understand himself when he was saying it. And hoped that Genesis couldn't understand what he had said at all. Peeling one eye open slowly he dared to look at Genesis who had gone completely still. It didn't even look like she was breathing.

"G-genesis are you...o-okay?" Zack took a step toward her slowly, thinking she might have suffered from a heart attack or something. She was just so damn still!

That was until she lifted her face revealing her eyes. All color to Zack's face drained, it was then that he knew he was a dead man...