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Reno Vs. Genesis	By : soleil Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 856 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-R Vs. G
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 1
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Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
AN: English is not my mother-tongue and this story is not betaed.
(If by any chance you'd like to be my beta, please inform me)
If you can help it please refrain from flaming.
Warnings will change and rating may go up according to the progress of the story.

“My friend, the arrow has finally left the bow of the Goddess.” Genesis recited haughtily into the receiver while walking through the shady streets of wall market. He imagined Sephiroth wincing in recognition of ‘Loveless’, knowing too well that the silver General was sick to the core with Genesis’ favorite poem.
The low grumbled warning: “Don’t waste my time, Genesis.” convinced him to come sooner than he would have really liked to the reason for his call.
“I just wanted to advise you that you mark the 28^th of March in your calendar -On that marvelous day you will finally be where you belong.” Genesis stopped his walking and leaned his back against a shabby wall, adjusting his PHS better to his ear. He wanted to savor the announcement he was about to make to his arch-rival and fellow colleague.
“And where exactly would that be?” came the expected question and Genesis wasn’t about to let the bored tone of it spoil his fun. Sephiroth’s reactions in social matters -or even more accurate: the lack of them, were just too predictable.
“Well, in my glorious shadow of course!” Genesis said with satisfaction letting the words roll from his tongue. After letting a few seconds pass to allow the taunt to sink in he continued: “On that day six months from now, I myself -the crimson General- will be departing to a victorious march throughout Wutai while you, my friend, will still be stuck here in Midgar doing what you do best: paperwork and posing as a lab-rat!”
Oh that had felt so Gaia-damned good.
He had been thinking all the way down from the upper plate how he would inform Sephiroth that he had been the one chosen to lead the war in Wutai. His first thought had been to let the news ‘accidentally slip’ during a training-session with his silver-haired antagonist, because there he would be able to detect even the smallest reaction in the other man. He had even gone so far imagining the whole situation to the finest detail: Sephiroth’s iron concentration would falter, while the usual insulting smirk would vanish from his unnatural face, and there it would be: the opening he had been waiting for since forever!
Genesis would graciously move forward, using that second to clobber the man in the face with the hilt of his sword. Mind you, he would use just the hilt and not the blade because killing Sephiroth wasn’t the desired outcome -degrading him was! When that damned man would be finally for once flat on his back, Genesis would place one boot onto his sternum, while the tip of his sword would point at the milky-white throat -demanding: “Surrender!”
Of course he was aware that the chances for his fantasy to become reality were slim -and truth was that he couldn’t wait until their next training-session anyway, so he had just called him right away.
“Is that all?”
The monotonous reply made Genesis eyes instantly form to dangerous slits. Feeling the frustration boiling up within him he tried to suppress the urge to stamp his foot on the ground like the spoiled brat Sephiroth always told him he was. What in Gaia’s name was wrong with that man? Wasn’t there anything in the world that could ruffle his feathers? He opened his mouth about to give the first snappy remark that would eventually come to him, when something orange crashed suddenly into his side sending his PHS flying through the air and him in an ungracious heap of red onto the floor.
“What the .. !?” Genesis growled while scrambling up to get the last glance of a whirlwind vanishing behind the next corner.
This day was supposed to be the beginning of his triumph over his nemesis, but instead here he was frustrated, dirty and publically humiliated -even if it only was in the slums. Brushing the dirt from his clothes and pushing some stray auburn strands of his longish hair away from his face, Genesis tried hard to compose himself by slowly breathing in and out.
Then insult was added to injury when he saw a white hand slowly creeping out from behind the corner, trying to get hold of his nearby lying PHS and Genesis decided that it was high-time for a certain brazen slum rat to be sent back to the lifestream.
Launching himself forward he managed to save his phone and missed the hand by a hair’s breadth, but now he was able to see behind the corner and watched an orange-haired teen about to climb over a fence and into the next sector. By the time his assaulter was about to reach the top of the fence Genesis was already close on his heels and managed to take hold of the foot above him. The hard yank that followed and the help of gravity transported the boy face down back to floor.
“Owowowow, my leg…” came muffled from the ground as Genesis, not nearly satisfied yet, sprang down from the fence to tower over his handiwork. “You broke my leg, Sir! It hurts! Owowow…” The lament continued and Genesis gracefully got on one knee to grab a handful of orange hair and pull the head up so he could see the face of the brat.
“Pride is lost -Wings stripped away, the end is nigh!” Genesis prophesized maliciously to a pair of rapidly widening sky-blue eyes and then the wailing suddenly stopped.
“Yes, my dear, you should be very-very afraid now.” he had dropped his voice to a low and dangerous sounding purr, reveling in the fear he seemed to induce in the brat.
“S-Sir…” the boy stuttered softly through trembling lips “..am.. I am not.. not afraid.. of you, Sir..” Genesis had a malevolent smirk plastered on his face, while he was watching the boy raising his head on his own and turning so he could openly stare at him.
“.. I am in awe, Sir!” the boy suddenly exclaimed and the color shot to his otherwise pale cheeks while he seemed utterly transfixed by Genesis’ appearance.
Genesis blinked once, twice, and then he raised an elegant brow in question. “I beg your pardon?”
The supposedly broken leg forgotten, the boy’s features lit up.
“Sir! I thought I heard an angelic voice talking to me and when I opened my eyes that divine creature stood in front of me -in all of his glory! Even if this is the angel of death and even if he descended from heavens to take me, there could be no better death if his holy countenance is the last thing my eyes see!”
The flood of words had left Genesis flabbergasted.
He certainly hadn’t expected that.
Angelic voice?
Divine creature??
Holy countenance???
Of course he knew that he was attractive and that he could be counted as beautiful as well, but no-one had ever looked at him so awestruck before, and no-one had ever described him in that overly praising and poetic manner. Such reactions were always reserved for Sephiroth…
Though the eldest out of the three generals, Genesis had always held a suspicion that he was the least impressive one, but now at the age of 17 he was sure that both of them overshadowed him: Angeal with his manly build and hansom features and Sephiroth with his unnatural feline beauty and incomparable skill. Compared to them Genesis was noticeable thinner and shorter and if it were not for his elegantly sculpted face with the high cheekbones, the finely shaped bow of his lips and the sharp and prominent greenish-blue mako-eyes he would have probably passed as just the average boy. Not being able to patiently wait for the last growth spurts of adolescence to make his body more masculine, he had started wearing padded coats over his uniform and customized boots with high heels resulting in that he was now somewhat mockingly called behind his back ‘the flamboyant General’.
Well, Genesis preferred that to a possible ‘the girly General’ any day.
So needless to say that he was at least flattered by the boy’s words and simply discharging that the same boy had assaulted and attempted to rob him not one minute ago, he observed him with renewed interest.
He was thin, even thinner than Genesis himself but probably a bit taller, if he assessed the scrawny, hunched form in front of him right. The most outstanding thing about him probably was the wild mess of orange hair, which ascended to a thin and long ponytail, bound together by a piece of packthread in the nape of his neck. All in all it reminded Genesis of a bird’s nest a rat had taken refuge in so that only its tail was showing.
The boy’s skin was very pale hinting that his obnoxious hair color was probably nature’s work and the fine eyebrows of the same but somewhat darker color only confirmed that thought. The lips were rather thin but shaped nicely and his nose was straight -apart from the tip, that was slightly turned upwards giving the otherwise rather angular face a cute touch. A pair of widely opened sky-blue eyes, which were currently examining Genesis back, reminded him that it was probably time to say something.
“Unrefined as you may be, it is still nice that you are able to appreciate grace and beauty when they hit you in the face -rather literally as I might add. However, I’ve just decided to spare your unworthy life of a rat.”
Genesis finally let go of the boy’s nest of hair to gracefully erect himself.
Yes, he would let the boy live to tell the story of him meeting the amazing crimson general to all of his fellow slum rat-comrades.
“Thank you, sir!” the boy replied without hesitation and scrambled to his feet. “Me and my six younger siblings will be forever grateful and praise you until the day we die for letting me live!” he said with enthusiasm but then turned his eyes to the ground looking suddenly distressed. “But, ehm, sir? Ya know, my siblings.. they are sickly and starved and waiting for me to bring them food right now.. we are orphans, ya know? So, hm, Sir.. may I go now?”
Genesis waited until the boy peeked cautiously through stray tresses of orange hair up to him to raise his hand in a dismissing manner. “You are free to go.” he said with royal clemency.
“Thank you, sir!” the boy said again and humbly bowed his head a couple of times and then slowly turned and walked away.
Genesis was feeling really good with himself as he watched the boy’s hunched shoulders retreat. A small compassionate smile formed on his lips when he heard the teen cough twice and sneeze before he vanished from his sight. Poor kid was probably as sick as his siblings were, Genesis thought idly, but his attention shifted abruptly when his enhanced hearing detected a light chuckling sound coming from the outer pocket of his coat. Fishing his PHS out he discovered that the device was the source of the faint snicker and that the connection with Sephiroth still stood. “Seph?” Genesis asked, worry settling in his stomach, only to hear the vicious titter gradually intensifying and turning into full-blown laughter.
“Oh Genesis, you are so easy!” Sephiroth spat through giggles and Genesis was shocked to the core to hear the other teen in that state. “Wha..?” was the only thing he could bring out as his normal eloquence suddenly eluded him. “You have been played, you fool!” Sephiroth said and slowly calming down from his fit he added: “I bet 6 months of our paychecks that your wallet AND your watch have vanished by now!” Genesis’ hand automatically went to his wrist noting the painful absence of the mentioned jewelry before wandering further to the breast pocked of his coat where his wallet had been when he had earlier walked out of Shinra headquarters. It wasn’t there anymore.
“Just DIE, Sephiroth!” Genesis sneered into the receiver and hung up.
That rotten slum rat had robbed him -and played him -and made a fool out of him.
And all of that in front of Sephiroth.
Genesis pushed the mortification he was feeling away and stubbornly stomped his foot on the ground.
That orange-haired bastard had just earned himself a slow and painful death.
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“Fucking - cough - stupid -cough- conceited -sneeze- asshole!”
Even if it was disguised and very low Reno just couldn’t resist voicing his opinion of the guy he had just mugged. Resuming his walk until he was just around the next corner, he broke into a mind blowing sprint. Few sectors further and far up the wall into the hole that housed his make-shift home he finally let himself relax. What a stupid prick, he thought. If everyone above the plate was nearly as dense and easily manipulated as that royal waste of skin, Reno wondered why he himself was still holed up below and not up there ruling over all the blockheaded sheep. Briefly deepening the thought he decided that being king of the flock wouldn’t really suit him. More likely he would be the big black wolf who would single them out one by one to trick and trap them! Just like he had tricked that egocentric rich prick a few minutes ago, which reminded him that he had yet to check how many gil were in the brat’s wallet. After rummaging through the leg-pocket of his dirty-gray cargo pants he produced out said object for further investigation.
It was a designer brand and obviously handmade out of the softest dark-brown leather -probably ostrich -a distant and rare relative to the more common and widely known chocobo, and Reno guessed that selling it on the black market would cover his daily expanses for maybe even a month.
Grinning happily in anticipation he slowly opened the item to reveal the content.
“Oh shit!” The wallet fell from his fingers as if he had been burned and he repeated: “Shit-shit-shit!”
The 200.000 Gil in two neatly folded banknotes smiling up at him were the most money he had ever seen in his life. Hell, he hadn’t even known till now that 100.000 Gil notes existed! Reno’s heartbeat had sped up and sweat was suddenly starting to break out on his forehead. He hadn’t meant to rob a bank! He had just wanted to finance his daily survival expanses until he’d findd a fucking job!
Who the fuck had that stupid rich kid been? Shinra’s very own son perhaps? He could hardly imagine someone else walking around carelessly with so much money in his pocket above the plate, even less below and in the area of fucking wall market of all places! Had he been about to buy a whole fucking brothel?
Pulling himself together Reno took once more hold of the -in the meanwhile cursed- wallet and with shaking hands he pulled out a business card to confirm the horrifying suspicion that he was screwed beyond repair.
‘Genesis Rhapsodos
Soldier 1^st Class & General of the Shinra Army
Shinra HQ 0000.01.02’
“I’m so dead..” Reno sighed and promptly fainted.
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It wasn’t often for Tseng to be having this much amusement during his job. A rarely seen smile grazed his lips as he maneuvered his precious cargo into the elevator of Shinra HQ’s hidden back-entrance. His mission had gone unexpectedly well. He had been able to witness his soon to be protégé’s handiwork, then his remarkable acting skills and at last his unnatural speed -and all that during the time-span of a couple of minutes. Tseng reminded himself that he had to ask the boy if by any chance he had fallen into a mako pond before he had come to Midgar. His info about the boy’s origin was vague at best, and it could very well be that he stemmed from the far away mountain villages of the Nibel- or North-Corel area, where mako-pond’s were a common occurrence.
Tseng moved aside the gray overcoat he had used to cover Reno with, to get a glimpse of the boy he had hauled with him. He was very young, probably around sixteen and in his current helplessness he looked even younger. Tseng had taken his precautions in handcuffing the unconscious boy, but he didn’t fool himself that that was enough to set his mind at ease. In the last 2 months Reno had proven to be the most unpredictable candidate for recruitment ever and Tseng wasn’t about to let inattentiveness render all that time he had spent at surveillance futile, by having to put a bullet through the boy’s head during a possible attempt at escape. Every tiny move made and even every breath taken was carefully monitored by Tseng, who had calculated that Reno should be coming to any second now. Tseng just hoped for Reno’s sake that he would have enough time left to get to the 62^nd floor - the Turk-floor, and tie the soon to be Turk on a chair in the questioning room.
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