Run in Packs

Title: Run in Packs~Downhill From Here
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
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Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: That would be telling
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Implied child molestation
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: It’s all downhill from here.
A/N: Just a reminder that these drabbles are not posted in timeline order. Go to the chronologcal order post for a list of them in order. http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/97889.html


“I have a headache tonight,” Mrs. Rhapsodos said as she brushed by her husband. The man grimaced and stepped aside.

“You’ve had a headache every night for the last month.”

She turned to look back over her shoulder at her husband. “And I probably will for the next month.” The door to her bedroom closed with a quiet click.

Mr. Rhapsodos fumed with anger before smoothing out his expression. His wife had always been cold, but the last two years had been complete hell. They had separated their rooms, their beds. It wasn’t like he could just rent a hooker for the night either with how small their town was. Everyone would know within the hour that the mayor was cheating on his wife.

He turned and caught a glimpse of red hair. Genesis was standing in the doorway to his room. The boy had only turned eleven a few months earlier, but he was already turning into a devastatingly handsome young man. It was rather ironic that the boy looked so much like his mother, despite the fact that he was adopted. Those amazing looks were why the boy was so easy to pass off as their own.

Genesis’ eyes were wide as he stared at his father. Those eyes were beyond lovely, like windows to a clear blue sky.

The boy was beautiful.

“Come here, son.” Genesis came forward stiffly, hands clasped nervously before him. His father ran his hand through the stunning auburn hair that looked so much like his wife’s. “Follow me.”

Genesis obediently followed his father into his room. The door quietly shutting sounded much like a nail in a coffin.

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Several hours later, Genesis left his father’s room as a very different little boy. He was crying, and he didn’t think he would ever stop.

In her room, Mrs. Rhapsodos scowled at the sound of her son wailing in pain and fear. She tried everything to shut out the noise, but nothing seemed to work. When the crying moved out into the hall in front of her room, she couldn’t take it any more. Flinging the covers off of herself in a self-righteous huff, she stormed to the door and tore it open. She stared at the disheveled, distraught little boy standing in hallway with a face full of distaste. “You shouldn’t be so loud. It’s unbecoming, and I was trying to sleep.” She turned back around and shut the door to her room.

Genesis ran toward the servant’s entrance in the back of the house. He hit the door and continued to run all the way to Angeal’s modest home. He pounded on the door, still crying inconsolably. A flame from a lantern flared to life inside the cottage. Ms. Hewley opened the door and was immediately knocked a few steps backward by a small, hysterical boy.

She managed to detach Genesis from her legs long enough to kneel down and take the boy in her arms. “What happened, sweetheart?”

Genesis only shook heavily and sobbed out a very strangled, “I want Angeal.” It wasn’t much later that Gillian had woken Angeal and settled Genesis into her son’s bed. Angeal was very confused, but didn’t complain as he cuddled the other boy. Genesis eventually calmed enough to fall into an exhausted sleep.

“Mom?” Angeal asked quietly so as not to disturb his friend. “What do you think happened?”

“I…don’t know, baby,” Gillian said, but inside, she imagined the worst.

And it would only go downhill from here.