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Beloved, Chapter 9

Title: Beloved

Rating: M, for violence, language, slash.

Summary: FFVII, post DoC. Genesis/Cloud, one-sided Tifa/Cloud. It all starts when Cloud tries to leave during the middle of a Loveless performance.

Author’s Note: I have been drowning in frantic cosplay-making, so have not been working on fic as much as I'd like.  Deadlines!  Why do I keep giving myself more of them?  Still, here's a chapter.  And thanks to Little House in the Woods for the beta!


Previous chapter






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Beloved Chapter 9

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In the end, Genesis got his way – after all, if he came at him with a blade, Cloud wasn’t going to just sit back and let himself get skewered. 

 

Cloud won, of course.  It did not dissuade Genesis from bothering him for a spar again four days afterwards.  Or another two days after that.

 

“Why do you keep doing this?” he grumbled, backing away cautiously.  Usually the fight was over once a clear victor had been decided, but sometimes their definitions of ‘clear victor’ disagreed.

 

Genesis bared his teeth at him.  “Why do you think?  Because it’s fun, Cloud Strife.”  With exaggerated care, he dusted off his coat, adjusted his gloves, and retrieved his rapier from the ground.  “I’ll defeat you in time.”

 

Cloud looked away, unnerved by the intensity of Genesis’s following stare.  He felt strangely exposed under it. 

 

They were in Sector 6 this time, though the only recognisable landmark was a lopsided billboard advertising the Honeybee Inn.  The paper had torn away at the top, leaving the bikini-clad showgirls headless.  A rusted shell of a car sat to the side of the intersection, scored with carbon from a stray fireball.

 

“It’s no wonder we’re not having any luck with the search,” Cloud muttered.  If the clone were anywhere nearby, they would have certainly scared it off with the fighting.  As it stood, it was amazing they’d managed to escape the Turks’ notice.

 

“Are you suggesting we quit?”

 

Yes.”

 

Genesis rolled his eyes.  “I meant the search.”

 

The temptation was strong to say yes to that too, but Cloud kept quiet.  The odd pattern of behaviour of this clone – or whatever it was that killed Elena – was beginning to make him vaguely anxious, piercing even the languid unreality of the time spent with Genesis.  The Geostigma epidemic had been spread over nearly a year, but the time between the first encounter with Kadaj’s troupe and the third coming of Sephiroth had stretched only a matter of weeks.

 

He could have used… no, he couldn’t.  That was something he would save for a last resort.  There was too much risk involved.  He didn’t want to leave himself open to any… influence.

 

He'd spent a lot of time reassuring people that he was in control, and not like the other clones.  He didn’t want to admit that the last time Sephiroth had appeared, there had been a moment – just a short moment, merely a matter of seconds – where he’d nearly lost control.  All because he’d been using that connection to track Kadaj and failed to properly suppress it when the tables turned.

 

As always, he forced his thoughts away from the unpleasant memory.  At least some of the animosity had bled out of the meetings with Genesis, now. 

 

He initially thought that Genesis might hate him on the revelation that he was the one who killed Sephiroth – three times, at that – but it turned out to be the exact opposite.  The cutting remarks and insightful insults hadn’t entirely disappeared, but they were decidedly less barbed than before.  The threats of violence lost their seriousness and became, dare he imagine it, almost playful.  Kind of like when Tifa used to try and goad him into her sparring with her.  The former Commander even implied that he didn’t mind his company a couple of times.

 

Cloud didn’t know what to make of it, really.

 

He must have been quiet for too long because Genesis, as always, started to fill the protracted silence with poetry.

 

Beloved is the Dawn

The bell of broken slumber

To a healed world, a new oath

A promise carried past the end.

 

Cloud frowned, pulled from his introspection by the unfamiliarity of the words.  The endless recitations had drummed Loveless into his head, to the point where he could usually identify the act if not the verse, but this didn’t sound familiar.  “Is that Loveless?  I don’t recognise it.”

 

Beloved, second act.  One of the better unofficial sequels to the original poem, dated approximately fifty years after the original Loveless manuscript.”

 

Interesting, but he didn’t see what it had to do with anything.  Maybe nothing.  Genesis had a tendency to jump topics – and moods – without warning sometimes.  Cloud quietly suspected that the prolonged seclusion might have driven him a little crazy.  The Chocobo Sage they’d met in the mountains shared a disturbing number of personality traits with him – right down to the singular obsession.

 

The skitter of claws against concrete interrupted his next thought.  They both fell silent.  Cloud felt for the reassuring weight of his sword, caressing the raised edges of the hilt through his gloves.  Most of the wildlife in Midgar were small pickings, but sometimes they’d stumble across a monster mutated by mako.  Genesis mirrored his actions, swinging down from his perch and landing with a cat-like grace.

 

They waited, ears strained, tuned to pick up the slightest of scuffs, weapons ready to be drawn on a pin drop. 

 

The faint jingle of beads was not the sound he expected.

 

Then when a familiar tuft of red fur poked around the corner…

 

Cloud didn’t know whether to feel relief or panic.

 

He made a quick shooing motion, but Genesis merely looked at him quizzically.  It took a moment more to dredge up some stolen memories, changing to SOLDIER hand signals, when Nanaki called, “Cloud?  Is that you?”

 

Catching on, Genesis ducked around the corner of the rubble he’d been sitting on earlier.  Poor cover, but too late for an aerial escape.  “Over here.”

 

Nanaki padded out into the open, his crimson mane swaying slightly with the movement.  At first glance, he looked like a cross between a hell hound and a coeurl, but the clear light of intelligence shone from his one good eye – the other closed against a ragged scar.  Weathered golden cuffs rested above each paw, and black tribal tattoos decorated each leg, along with his namesake, the branded numerals ‘XIII’.  His tail flicked up at the sight of Cloud – adorned as always with an ever-burning tongue of flame.

 

“It’s been a while.”  His voice had a gravelled quality, as though stuck halfway between a purr and a growl.  He sniffed the air delicately.  “So who else is here?”

 

Gaia, he’d forgotten about Nanaki’s sense of smell.  He stalled to think.  “What are you doing here?”

 

That earned him a curious look, but Nanaki explained, “Reeve called me in to help with the search for a few days.  They thought my ‘unique skills’ would be useful.”

 

“I meant...”  He waved a hand, encompassing the surrounding area.

 

“Ah.”  Nanaki settled on his haunches, the beads threaded in his mane jangling with the movement.  “That part is simple.  I wanted to find you.  I tried the Church first, and followed your scent here.”  His tail swished.  “The second scent I found there, however, is unfamiliar to me.”

 

When Cloud hesitated again, his gaze grew shrewd.  “Is it something you don’t want the others to know?”

 

He could lie – Nanaki would know he was lying, but likely wouldn’t call him on it.  He could even be honest and say straight out that it was confidential, but his old comrade was clever enough to make assumptions, and in this case those assumptions could prove divisive and dangerous.

 

In the end, he decided he could rely on Nanaki to be discreet.  And if the former SOLDIER Commander started getting ideas about killing every possible leak as to his existence… well, Nanaki was about as fireproof as they came. He’d weather it.  “…Genesis, you’d better come out.”

 

The silence that followed made him wonder if the former SOLDIER had managed to slip away without either of them noticing.  Until… “Are you certain, Cloud Strife?”  The words held a tint of warning to them.

 

“Yeah.  He’s trustworthy.”

 

After a painfully long moment, Genesis sidled out from his hiding place.  Wing put away, thankfully.

 

The incredulity on his face was almost worth the risk.

 

“A beast?”

 

“I resent that,” Nanaki replied, though his tone was more amused than disgruntled.

 

“Genesis, meet Red XIII,” Cloud introduced.  “He’s from AVALANCHE.  We rescued him from Hojo’s labs.”

 

The mention of the labs partially cleared the wariness from Genesis’s stance, as he knew it would.  “You have interesting taste in friends, Cloud Strife.  First Vincent Valentine, then this creature?”

 

Wait.  “You met Vincent?”  When?

 

Genesis ignored him, eyeing the newcomer appraisingly.  Nanaki bore it with good-natured patience, until the former SOLDIER abruptly declared, “Very well.  If you think he can keep a secret, I’ll not protest.”

 

Cloud was still stuck on the Vincent revelation, and took a second to catch up.  “Just like that?”  He’d been prepared for at least a couple of threats and a lecture on discretion.

 

“I like him,” was the lazy reply.

 

Then he looked at Nanaki again, and understood.  If there were two things he’d noticed about Genesis – beyond, of course, his obsession with Loveless and fighting – it was his fondness for the colour red and fire.

 

Nanaki had probably been in more danger of adoption than death threats.

 

“Cloud?” his old ally asked, “Are you going to explain?”

 

“We met several weeks ago.  Genesis was another of ShinRa’s experiments.  He’s in hiding from ShinRa.” 

 

“From Neo-ShinRa?  Why?”

 

“He’s paranoid.”

 

“No, I am simply not naïve,” Genesis corrected.

 

Cloud rolled his eyes and added, just for good measure, “Before you ask, he didn’t kill Elena.”  Then he turned back to Genesis.  “And what was that about Vincent?”  Had Shelke said something?  He’d known it was a risk, but when he last saw Vincent at the bar he hadn’t brought it up.

 

Genesis waved a hand at him distractedly.  “He was following you¸ naturally.  Clearly you need to take more care to make sure you’re not being tracked.”  He sent a significant look at Nanaki, who merely flicked his tail again and did his best to look nonchalant.

 

Vincent had been tracking him?

 

Vincent had met Genesis?

 

“If I had to guess,” Nanaki rumbled, “he was following Cloud in hopes he would draw out the clone.”

 

It made sense, tactically.  It didn’t make the sting of betrayal any softer.  “He could have just asked,” he murmured.  Cloud didn’t mind playing bait.  He did mind his friends going behind his back.

 

“He had your health at heart,” Genesis informed him in a bored tone.  “And didn’t think you would accept.  Even attempted threatening me into guarding your back in his place.”

 

Somehow, Cloud had the weird sense that he might have stumbled on the real reason for Genesis’s sudden fervour for instigating swordfights every other meeting.  The former SOLDIER clearly had problems with any authority other than his own.

 

“It didn’t work, anyway,” he said, pushing the matter aside to brood over later.  “We haven’t seen any sign of the clone for weeks.”

 

“That was why Reeve called me in,” Nanaki confirmed.

 

“The Lifestream?”  Nanaki nodded – the gesture looked strange on him.  At Genesis’s curious expression, Cloud explained, “His race can sometimes hear the Planet, similar to the Ancients.”

 

The SOLDIER inspected Nanaki with renewed interest.  “And this can be applied to searching for clones?”

 

“Nothing nearly so clear as Cloud would sense, in that particular case.” He pawed the asphalt, as though testing its strength.  “But there is unusual movement in the Lifestream, and it’s focused on Midgar.  I can tell you that much.”

 

That was never a good sign.  “Any chance of another Geostigma plague?”

 

“The scientists in the Canyon think not.  And if another outbreak occurs, we have a cure now anyway.”

 

Small mercies.  He found himself gripping his left arm, and consciously relaxed his hand before lowering it back to his side.  “Have you told ShinRa this?”

 

“Only Reeve.  But I imagine he will tell ShinRa.”

 

No telling what they’d do with the information.  Hopefully not much.  It was too vague to be of any real use.

 

“What does it mean?” Genesis interrupted.

 

“Maybe nothing,” Cloud replied, turning to look out over the ruins.  Rainclouds had begun to gather overhead, blocking out the afternoon sunlight and turning the sky grey.  “There’s still a lot we don’t know about the Lifestream.”

 

The three of them sat in thoughtful silence for a long moment.

 

“Things are happening more slowly than in the past,” Nanaki said, the words coloured with a cautious growl. “Perhaps the Jenova virus is finally losing traction.”

 

They had destroyed the last of her body.  Unless ShinRa were hoarding more pieces.

 

“We’re going to keep up the search anyway, just in case,” he said.  The truth remained that something in Midgar had killed Elena.  That fact remained unalterable.

 

“On your own?”

 

Cloud nodded towards Genesis, by way of explanation.

 

“I see.”  Nanaki stretched, shaking out his mane with a jangle of beads.  “In that case, I’ll have a look around a little longer on my own today, and head back to the Canyon the day after tomorrow.  I’ll let you know if I come across anything.”

 

“Thanks, Nanaki.” He hesitated, then ventured, “None of the others-”

 

“Not even Tifa.  I understand.”  He bowed his head slightly to Genesis, who returned the gesture, and padded away.

 

“…As I said, interesting friends, Cloud Strife.”

 

He glared.  His nerves were still jangled over the unexpected meeting and all it had revealed.  “How long were you planning on keeping the fact you met Vincent a secret?”

 

“Approximately as long as you failed to tell me that you were Sephiroth’s killer.”

 

Cloud just sighed.  Genesis took petty to whole new level sometimes.

 

“What happened to your arm?” Genesis asked suddenly.

 

“What?”

 

“You were holding it before.  As though you were remembering something.”

 

Unbidden, his hand rose to his arm once more.  It had been two years, but sometimes he still expected to feel the sharp, stabbing pains lancing down his arm.  To find the foul black residue coating his glove.  “It’s nothing.”

 

Genesis’s stare was unusually intense – long and unblinking.  Then he scoffed. 

His blood scorched by black fire

His heart soothed by her blessing

He goes to battle.”  He gripped his shoulder, for just a moment.  “Beloved, fourth act.”

 

Cloud stared at him for a long moment, and then glanced back down at his pale, unmarked arm, thin red ribbon tied innocently over the spot once marred by Geostigma’s taint.  Black fire.  Not a bad way to describe it.

 

They parted ways soon after.  Cloud detoured by the Church on his way back, and sat among the fragrant blossoms until twilight, staring into the pool of water that still seemed to sparkle despite the dark grey clouds overhead.

 

It had been a big day.  He had a lot to think about.

 

It didn’t help that when he finally returned to Edge that evening, that same group of teenagers were loitering outside of his garage.  More of them, this time, covering a network of streets.  They were starting to plan.

 

He gunned Fenrir’s engine and rolled on past, and didn’t get home until well after midnight.







Next chapter




Comments

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firedraygon97
Aug. 4th, 2012 04:44 am (UTC)
...Genesis "Red Beast" Rhapsodos, challenging Cloud to duels left and right, haha.

Red XIII! Vincent! Is it a theme that all of the other people Genesis met have been red as well? :P

And Beloved. Interesting...my 2 second Google search makes me believe it's not canon. I hope you post the full version of it at some point!

As always, lovely work. Looking forward to next week. Good luck with your cosplay!
sinnatious
Aug. 4th, 2012 05:05 am (UTC)
LOL, now I'm imagining Genesis in a Luchador mask.

We are getting a bit of a colour theme going, aren't we? XD

You are correct, it's not at all canon, it's something I made up for purposes of this fic.

And thanks! It is a race to the finish and a barrel of slow-moving disasters all in one.
firedraygon97
Aug. 4th, 2012 05:09 am (UTC)
I was thinking more like red spandex a la Maito Gai. XD;

I'm sure your costume will be kick-ass. :D
sinnatious
Aug. 4th, 2012 05:56 am (UTC)
...I know it's supposed to be ridiculous, but in my head that's a sexy, sexy image. XD

Thank you for the vote of confidence, but it really, really won't be. ;__; Oh god I've only just started painting NOW.
caterfree10
Aug. 4th, 2012 05:19 am (UTC)
Nanaki had probably been in more danger of adoption than death threats.
I snorted so damn hard, I don't think you understand and I'm kind of surprised I didn't wake anyone up with the noise. xD

I also like the lovely name drop here. The title does make more sense now. :>

And why do I foresee a very interesting conversation the next time Cloud sees Vincent? I'mma have the popcorn ready for that one, hehe.

And now we wait for the next one. aslkfhslkdj At least I have Dream Drop Distance to distract me, ahaha. x3
sinnatious
Aug. 4th, 2012 05:59 am (UTC)
Genesis could totally be Nanaki's human brother. Just saying.

LOL, it's a little bit pretentious and I kind of hit you over the head with it, but thanks, glad you liked that little title moment. :)

D3 is finally out?! Oh man, where am I going to get the time to play that? I'm still unlocking everything in Theatrhythm! ;__;
caterfree10
Aug. 4th, 2012 07:51 am (UTC)
Probably so, but I don't mind too much. That and I love the idea of there being unofficial sequels. Probably because I've read so damn many for Phantom of the Opera. *cough* *whistles innocently*

Heh, tell me about it. I brought it to Animecon today and got a couple Proficards, but DDD's been sucking up my time as of late, heh. I still plan on checking in on Theatrhythm every week for the new DLC though and to knock out at least a trophy every time I pull it up. :Bb Still, definitely not enough hours in the day for either game, especially my inner completionist. *sighs hugely*
skibalovesya
Aug. 4th, 2012 04:35 pm (UTC)
Haven't finished reading but I had to jump in instantly and point something out.

Nanaki is not a Gi. The Gi were a tribe that fought against Nanaki's species, which in canon so far is unnamed. All the Gi were slain, and their ghosts were then annihilated in the game. A lot of people have come up with a name for Nanaki's species, but he is most definitely not a Gi.
skibalovesya
Aug. 4th, 2012 04:42 pm (UTC)
Okay, just finished reading. Not sure how I feel about this chapter, to be honest.

I probably should have seen the introduction of Beloved as a proper element of the story from the beginning, but I didn't. Part of it kind of rubs me as sudden and kind of pulled-from-the-air-ish, but I suppose I'll warm up to it when it gets explained as the fic goes on.

The other part was... I guess just Nanaki. I love Nanaki dearly, but I guess the main reason I'm not sure about him here is that some elements of canon jar with him here. Beyond the aforementioned Gi thing, Bugenhagen dies at the end of FFVII. ...Well, technically, I suppose, since if you never bring Nanaki back to the Canyon, you never see the death scene. But his role in later canon, as explained in Case of Nanaki, is to bring Bugenhagen's teachings to others around the world as part of his final wish.

Other than that, I rather like the two meeting, especially the "adoption" bit. Genesis, you and your terrible, terrible monomania (and possible dyslexia, thank you TVTropes).

Only other two quibbles are grammatical. At one point I saw "Tifa used to try and goad him"—it should be 'to try to goad him'; the other is that in the span of a few sentences up near the beginning, Cloud grumbles twice in a row. Not necessarily wrong, just a tad redundant.

._. Sorry for mostly critical review.
sinnatious
Aug. 5th, 2012 02:04 am (UTC)
Cheers, must have got it mixed up in my head since the trials were haunted by Gi Tribe ghosts, which were all wiped out, etc etc... it was a long time ago since I last played that part of the game, clearly should have wiki'd it instead of trusting my memory. Will fix.

Also, wait, fuck, seriously? Bugenhagen dies in FFVII? I assumed since Nanaki said during the prelude to the Northern Crater that he wanted to go see everyone at the Canyon again that included Bugenhagen. (And he even quoted Bugenhagen!) Looking at the wiki, I guess it's because I missed Nanaki's ultimate weapon, must have accidentally skipped Cosmo Canyon on the whole 're-visit every place you can before the final boss' trip. Well, that sucks. Guess I can fix that easily too though. (Is this like Cave Story, where if you don't actually witness the death, that inexplicably means THE CHARACTER LIVES? Schroedinger's cat, NPC-style.)

Re: the whole poem thing, that's fair enough, though I only introduced it at this stage because it's a turning point for Genesis's perceptions, otherwise it would have turned up earlier.

LOL, you don't have to like things, it's okay.
skibalovesya
Aug. 5th, 2012 02:11 am (UTC)
Haha, Schroedinger's NPC, I rather like that. *considers adding it as a trope*

Thinking upon it further, you can get away with Bugenhagen's mention by upping Nanaki's ability to communicate with the Planet. He could be receiving postmortem messages from his ol' Grandfather.

If you'd like, you can borrow a term I made up for Nanaki's species. In a fic I no longer have up, I gave their species European Portuguese as a native tongue, and I call them the leaõbo, a portmanteau of leaõ (for lion) and lobo (for wolf). Outside of that, I call him a lion-wolf, wolf-cat, feline canine (or canine feline, interchanging the adjectives). I saw lyatokan in another fic...
sinnatious
Aug. 5th, 2012 02:21 am (UTC)
Characters can't die without an audience after all! XD And if you leave them alone long enough, well, guess they just have to heal up and deal with it.

Nah, it'll be okay, I can weasel around that part easily enough. Still kind of traumatised I didn't know about Bugenhagen's passing though. D:
skibalovesya
Aug. 5th, 2012 02:22 am (UTC)
Gee, my copy of FFVII conveniently errors out when I reach the end of Disc 1... Aerith! Is that you?! 8D
azardarkstar
Aug. 4th, 2012 06:34 pm (UTC)
Heh. Adoption. I can already see the familial resemblance. And do we every learn of Genesis' birth family in canon?

Anyway, Nanaki is a good choice for finding out about the sekret!friendship. He'll keep silent. Although I now have this mental image of he and Vincent exchanging glances and quietly laughing over Cloud and his potential crush. And yes, it almost is like Cloud is having an affair or mid-life crisis.

I do wonder who will find out next. Tseng? Marlene? Denzel? Surely not Tifa.

One question though. Is Nanaki a Gi? I wasn't sure if that was his species name or just the rival tribe. Canon was so unclear on that (and a ton of other things besides).
sinnatious
Aug. 5th, 2012 02:12 am (UTC)
Hmm, that's a point - Genesis was a adopted by the mayor's family in Banora, but he only had cells from Gillian Hewley - I guess she was kind of more his Jenova than his Lucrecia. The actual birth parents are a bit of a mystery.

Hey, he's got the fancy motorbike and shiny new sword part of the mid-life crisis down pat. XD

We have cleared the issue of the Gi up, it is in fact a rival tribe, I'll be running through to fix that later today. Yeah, canon was pretty vague on a lot of things, easy for a misread sentence here or there to solidify into a pretty big misunderstanding!
ojuzu
Aug. 5th, 2012 01:40 am (UTC)
I am just adoring the little details about Loveless and Loveless fandom. I have a giant, giant weakness for works of fiction that talk about fictional works of fiction. (Or nonfiction.)

I recently re-read Fifth Act and got all full of FEELINGS again. I love that everything that directly leads up to the happy ending is all stuff that Cloud did without really thinking about it—helping Genesis, tutoring Kunsel and Zack, talking with his younger self, being friendly with Sephiroth—and that it was all really just him being kind and friendly to people. His macho loner plans didn't really go anywhere at all. I love that it's really a story about getting your happy ending by learning how to listen to other people. And I do love how the 'missing fifth act' thread runs all the way through the fic without having to be brought up every other chapter.
sinnatious
Aug. 5th, 2012 02:14 am (UTC)
LOL, fic-ception! I kind of know what you mean, though. It's a lovely bit of world-building you don't often see, I love playing with it.

(And thanks. :) I think it'll be quite a while before I can top Fifth Act.)
darkbombayangel
Aug. 5th, 2012 10:18 pm (UTC)
I'm glad that Genesis is meeting more of Cloud's friends. Love the chapter. ^-^
ynyuki
Aug. 8th, 2012 03:37 am (UTC)
"Cloud just sighed. Genesis took petty to whole new level sometimes." XD

Score: Cloud - 1 Genesis - 1

Who's gonna break the tie next?~
sinnatious
Aug. 8th, 2012 12:57 pm (UTC)
LOL, you're keeping score. Genesis would approve! (Only when he's winning, though.)
reighost
Aug. 9th, 2012 12:30 pm (UTC)
lolol
Genesis being compared to the Chocobo Sage!!! BWA HA HA! I love how Cloud has been forced into memorizing Loveless, my sister used to quote Shakespeare, also what makes me laugh even more is Genesis's whole "You defeated Sephiroth? ... <3 Me thinks i am in luv!" attitude, he's one step shy of serenading Cloud at the church!
sinnatious
Aug. 10th, 2012 02:12 pm (UTC)
Re: lolol
One step shy? XD I'd say that fully qualifies as serenading.

LOL at your sister, did it wind up drumming Shakespeare into your head? Useful side-effects for irritating habits!
reighost
Aug. 10th, 2012 04:32 pm (UTC)
Re: lolol
Goddamned Hamlet, i know entirely too much of that stupid play. More than that, as soon as someone starts quoting i can complete whole damned passages! Hate Shakespeare!

My English teacher stopped and stared at me when i completed the whole damn thing in the eighth grade after ONE line from her, looked stupidly excited right up until i told her who was responsible for my knowing and why... It felt oddly satisfying.
sunnepho
Aug. 10th, 2012 06:48 am (UTC)
Ahahaha! I love it when you poke fun at Genesis' odd tendencies. Filling up silence with poetry, being compared to the Chocobo Sage, adopting Nanaki...

He's actually refreshingly direct in his impulsive craziness.

As a complete aside, I haven't really checked for confirmation, but I'm guessing The Fifth Act tends to come up a lot in reviews still, and your other writing is perhaps often compared to it. Please forgive me if I'm being presumptive, but I would personally find it irritating to have another story looming over my shoulder like that, so I just wanted to say that, truly, honestly, I'm loving this work in all its original glory.
sinnatious
Aug. 10th, 2012 02:20 pm (UTC)
Yeah, Fifth Act has come up a few times, probably because this is the first FFVII fic of any length I've written since it, it's kind of inevitable. It's not really irritating so much as I feel kind of bad for those who seem to have such high expectations off the back of it, because I already knew when I started posting this fic that it wasn't going to be to the same standard and that they'll probably be disappointed. My writing quality is not that consistent! I have sudden sympathy for one-hit wonder artists.

So I do appreciate the sentiment, thank you! :)
love_michiyuki
Aug. 19th, 2012 02:17 am (UTC)
I'm surprised there's still any flowers left for Cloud to sit amongst, as Genesis and he insist on trampeling them every other chapter :(
(Anonymous)
Dec. 29th, 2012 07:48 am (UTC)
Aww, they are bonding! Kind of!
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