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Warning: angst

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Genesis screams. Screams like he's dying, and were it not for Angeal, Sephiroth would break down the steel door to Hollander's laboratory.

Genesis completely avoids him from then on. Though he tries not to show, Sephiroth is getting more worried by the day. Worried and guilt-ridden.

He stands in front of the familiar door, raises his hand to knock, but in the end doesn't. The room is empty, the bathroom door is closed. He whispers through the thin wood.

Genesis tells him to go away. Sounds like he's choking. And this time, there is no one to keep Sephiroth outside.

He pushes the door open, green eyes going wide. There are black feathers everywhere in the pure whiteness. The room looks like the scene of some voodoo ritual gone bad, except that it is Genesis sitting in the middle of this mess, tears flowing down his cheeks and blood flowing down his back.