Chapter Eight Two Angels at Genesis

Aya slept in a room she did not know. Silken sheets at her body, she clutched them tightly. Blue eyes opened, long lashes fluttering and blinking. She attempted to sit up and then felt soreness at her chest.

"Agh, damn it."

Aya then realized she was in an unfamiliar room. It smelled of incense and seemed very cool and soothing. She fumbled for a lamp, finding the switch and then turning it on. The entire room was black. Bed, drawers, hardwood floors, and even simple things such as flowers were black. She inspected her chest, noticing that it had been wrapped with bandages. She lost interest in sitting up and just lied down.

"Oh, you're awake."

Aya turned her head, noticing Sephiroth in a long, black robe with a white sash around his waist. He was drying his long mane on a black towel. He sat at the end of the bed, setting his towel down.

"How are your injuries?" he asked.

"I was injured?"

"Yes, you had three broken ribs when I treated you. I can tell now that you're completely healed." he lied down on the bed.

"Did you…?" Aya pointed to her chest.

"Rip open your shirt? Yes, I was required to if I was to treat your injuries."

"Er, thanks."

"You are most welcome, milady."

Aya rolled over in Sephiroth's bed, away from the light.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"A bit before dawn."

"Have you been watching me?"

"Yes, sleep matters little to me."

"I hope Eve is alright."

"She'll be fine since she was able to flee."

"Hey, I'm her sister so I have to be worried about her."

"Family only matters as much as you want it to."

Sephiroth walked over to the shutters, opening them so the lights of the city were seen. Aya shifted again and looked at Sephiroth. He was still staring at the lights.

"There are so many out there." he said.

"What are?"

"Those monsters you speak of. Your organization is doing little to make their numbers dwindle."

"That's-"

"Not possible? Quite the contrary, their numbers are even greater when I first came here."

Aya stared at Sephiroth who did the same with her. Jade and sapphire met, one of them calm and the other shocked. Sephiroth sat next to Aya, his back to her.

"This world is becoming like my own." he explained "These beasts will become commonplace and hunt as freely as they wish."

"Is this the end of the world?"

"No, not in the slightest. However, a will to survive must be required to live strongly in this world now."

"Survival of the fittest?"

"Yes, the strong may live and the weak may die."

Surprisingly, Aya did a sudden outburst, grabbing a glass and attempting to throw it at Sephiroth. However, Sephiroth grabbed the glass effortlessly and then pinned Aya to his bed with his arms. Aya struggled, though the soreness from her injuries and the fact that Sephiroth had strength like a beast didn't help.

"Are you finished having your bloody tantrum?" he asked.

"Screw you, I thought you were different, but you believe in survival of the fittest? Only tyrants think that way."

"I believe in strong wills, not strong bodies."

"Wha-?"

"Shut up and listen. A strong will can make a difference in anything. It can provide a better shield than steel and a stronger blade than the finest smith can make. I thought you would know that better than anyone."

"!"

Aya just turned her face away from Sephiroth, not wanting to see his powerful, jade gaze. He was right, he was always right. No matter what happened, he was always right. God, she must be a child in his eyes. Then, she felt an odd sensation, like a tongue sliding along her cheek.

"Lord, letting tears fall." Sephiroth said "Quite odd for a woman such as you."

"What?"

"You're very strong, and I like that."

Aya just sighed, getting a bit tired of Sephiroth lying on top of her. The silver-haired man licked tears away from her face again.

"What are you, a dog?" Aya asked.

"I prefer to think of myself as a cat. They're far more elegant."

"Well, I hate having slobber on my face, so stop it."

"I beg to differ. Your body is responding to me rather nicely."

"Wha?"

"I know that aura. It's something I've felt many times while you were in battle, but this time it's for a different purpose."

"Stop fucking with me."

Sephiroth bent his neck down, capturing Aya's lips. She didn't do anything for a moment, she even resisted. However, she gave in after a minute, which pleased Sephiroth a great deal. He seemed to do that confident smirk of his again. Aya gained a bit of leverage and put Sephiroth on bottom by toppling him with her leg. Soon, all reason was lost

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Aya didn't remember much of what happened over the next few hours. All she remembered was sweat, bodies clashing, and some sort of state of enlightenment at the end. Most fools would have confused this as some sort of love, but she knew it wasn't that. It was merely bodily instinct and primal feelings exploding in a manner that fit them perfectly.

Aya opened her eyes in the room slightly illuminated by dim morning light. Her eyes traveled up a pale torso, eventually arriving at the effeminate face of Sephiroth. His expression was nonexistent, revealing nothing. This was completely different from his usual faces of either glaring or arrogantly smirking. It was a bit refreshing. Aya rested her head against Sephiroth's chest, sighing.

"Is milady dissatisfied?" said a baritone voice.

"No." Aya's eyes met the barely open ones of Sephiroth.

"Well then, I'm glad."

Sephiroth fumbled around, looking for his robe. He then realized that Aya had ripped it in two.

"Remind me not to aggravate you again." he said.

"I thought you would have thought of that by now."

"Professor Gast always said I never was one for following orders."

Sephiroth stood, getting dressed in his usual black attire, though he wasn't wearing footwear. Aya just lied down, her body covered by a thin sheet. Sephiroth popped his neck and then drew open the curtain he had closed a few minutes earlier. Light poured in, the sun's weak rays burning away mid-morning mist.

"Get dressed." Sephiroth ordered.

"Why?"

"I refuse to let you walk around my home in the nude."

"I didn't think you would mind."

"I don't take to breakfast what I take to bed."

"Yummy."

Aya didn't really want to do anything but sleep right now, but her current roommate's assertiveness forced her to get up and put her clothes on. She observed Sephiroth's apartment once more, seeing how everything was in a sort of Japanese feel with low tables, black mats on the floor, and even a green-tea set on the kitchen counter. Odd for a bachelor's apartment to be so clean, though Sephiroth seemed like a rather hygienic type.

"How can you afford all this?" Aya asked.

"I believe what's on my desk answers your question."

Aya observed a computer on a desk, its monitor showing a series of numbers and accounts.

"You hack into banks?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm so good now that I can break through the codes in a few minutes."

"I should arrest you for this."

"How hurt I am, your savior being taken in." Sephiroth brushed his hair out of his face.

"Don't flatter yourself that much."

"I flatter myself all the time." Sephiroth smirked.

Sephiroth poured himself some green tea, sipping the hot liquid. Aya sat across from him at his kitchen counter.

"What exactly happens now?" Aya asked.

"What we wish to do and what happens after that."

"Vague as always."

Sephiroth always made sense in an odd sort of way. Vague, open-ended answers that had hidden meanings were his karma. The man stood, stretching.

"Let's go for a walk."

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Sephiroth and Aya walked on a bridge, Aya on the sidewalk and Sephiroth on the rail. Drivers in cars would occasionally look at the silver-haired man, stunned at how someone could have such good balance. Aya gave up stopping him from doing so because of his stubbornness.

Aya sighed, not really giving a flying fuck about things anymore. Her angst had been obliterated a few hours ago with Sephiroth's extreme bluntness and his overwhelming logic. Aya sighed, her breath hot mist in the air.

"So, this starts a new age, eh?" she said.

"Something of the sort. I think it could be quite a bit of fun."

"Maybe to a psychopath like you."

"I have a theory that all strong people are a bit psychotic to survive."

Sephiroth stepped off the bridge's rail due to the structure ending.

"You know, we could use someone like you in MIST." Aya said.

"I'm aware. I just hate having experiments ran on me." Sephiroth cringed.

"You could train me. You seem like you'd be good as a fighter."

"I am. I'll think about it."

Sephiroth turned on his heel, walking with Aya following behind him. The afternoon breeze blew Sephiroth's hair to the side.

"I feel at home in this world, now that I know how it will be like." he said.

"I feel more at ease now."

"Why? Because you know this is inevitable?"

"No, because I know that it doesn't mean it's all that bad."

"Well, as long as our blood remains unspoiled. Or unless humans get over their genetic stubbornness and choose to evolve."

"I feel like this is Genesis."

"It is, in a way."

The two strode on, just living and watching. What goes on from here, is for them to decide.

The end

Notes: Alright, it's done. I know it just ends, but screw it, that's how I planned it. This was something on my mind literally since I played FFVII and PE back in grade school.

What was the meaning of the story? What was the whole theme? Eh? There was a theme? Who ever said that any sort of writing had to mean anything or go anywhere or have a plot? This was just happenings in Aya's world with a little interloper involved

Anyway, so ends this little experiment of mine for general/drama fiction. I think it turned out decent. This was my little test run before I start something with absolutely no action in it and just lots of drama. In the mean time, enjoy my DMC and KH fics. Ciao!