Chaos Cursed

“Angeal?” Sanura’s voice was quiet, as she stood in the doorway of the dining room, biting her lip. “…is it okay?”

“It’s excellent. How did you learn to cook, Sanura?” His voice was curious, as he rose and gathered the plates from the table. Sephiroth had kidnapped the other twin for the evening, and Genesis had simply invited himself along - much to Sephiroth’s annoyance - leaving Angeal and Sanura alone for a few hours. Sanura, of course, had offered to make dinner for him, and he had accepted.

“The capsule in which my sister and I were held in for the majority of our lives was highly advanced…it tapped into our neural systems and allowed us to perform synaptic net dives with relative ease. This allowed us to receive a regular education at an advanced rate, as well as to keep up with the news in the outside world.” A soft laugh. “My sister has always been better at it than I, she’d been manipulating the ShinRa network for years. That’s how we found our brother.”

“You sensed him in the training room?” Angeal looked confused, as he helped her wash the dishes, his frown plain on his face. Sanura looked puzzled a moment, before laughing.

“…No…she’s had this…almost obsession with LOVELESS…and when one of the spybots she had set up in every ShinRa virtual reality facility picked up the lines someone spoke, she rushed to find out what was going on. You see, it’s never happened before.” Her head tilted to the side slightly, a vague smile on her face. “She helped me to materialize with her…you see, at that time, it was very hard for us to be apart…It still is.”

“You miss her already?” Angeal paused his work, turning to face her, noticing the sadness in her eyes, the downcast set of her face. “…there’s something more to this, isn’t there, Sanura?”

“…we are dangerous to each other, in this world.” Sanura whispered. “When she is very sad or scared…she…changes…her eyes become like our brother’s…and when she is angry, they become the same color as mine - and her body will start to change. But then, when I am angry or threatened…the same happens to me. If she changes…she will slaughter everything…even me, if I am not in the same state at that time…”

“…how are you dangerous to her, Sanura?” He looked confused, reaching out to pull her into his arms as tears began to slide quietly down her cheeks, not knowing what else to do but hope he could keep her from crying. “Sanura?”

“If her eyes turn to match Sephiroth’s when I lose control of myself…I will kill her. No questions asked, I will hunt her down and try to annihilate her…and once I have finished with that, all those like her…even my brother.” Her voice was a mere whisper now, slightly broken by sobs. “I would kill the only family I have…”

“Who told you this?” He sounded angry, picking her up to carry her into the living room so he could sit, holding her against him on his lap. “Sanura, who the hell told you that you would murder your own family?”

“It was programmed into the system for Seraphina and I to both learn when we were old enough…oh, maybe five years ago…Because we were locked in the capsule as we were, there was nothing to push us to snap, so we didn’t have you worry. But you saw it. Seraphina almost lost control, when you found us a week ago…” She shuddered, shaking her head. “…and I’ve come so close, too…I don’t want to hurt my sister!”

“Sanura…you would never do that.” He whispered into her hair, pressing his lips to the side of her head as she whimpered in her sadness. “…I know you would never be able to kill your family, or your friends…you just aren’t like that. Even if you lost control, you would come back to yourself before you could truly harm anyone…”

“…I don’t know, Angeal…” She pulled away to look at him, wiping away her tears as she did so, before blushing. “…I’m sorry, you must think I’m such a crybaby.”

“Not at all. I think you are genuinely worried about what you might do to those you love. And there is nothing wrong with that, Sanura. There is nothing wrong with loving your family.” As she seemed to pause, as though wanting to ask a question, he tilted his head to the side in question.

“…what about…loving someone you only just met…?” As he remained silent, her breath caught in her chest, her entire body tensing to flee in mere seconds. Only as he looked down, blushing slightly, did she relax - but only a little.

“…I think…you would be capable of it.” He whispered.

“…What about you?”

“I know it is quite possible.”

“…do you think…maybe…you might…” She shot to her feet, embarrassed by her questions, only to find herself at the entrance to the hallway when he caught her wrist, and gently pulled her back to him, gaze unwavering as it met her own.

“…yes. I think I might be able to love you, Sanura.” His breathing stopped as she froze, eyes wide in shock. As her arms wrapped around his neck and she stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, he exhaled, his arms wrapping around her slender form to hold her close again. Only then did his better sense kick in with a rather violent blow, and he jerked away, holding her at arm’s length.

“Angeal?”

“…no. You’re my comrade’s little sister.” He whispered, shaking his head. “It cannot be proper for us to…”

“…We’re actually technically the same age…we were created at the same time, anyway. But we were kept in stasis for six years.”

“I know! That doesn’t mean you aren’t his baby sister! He would kill me, Sanura. And I would not be able to hold it against him.” Angeal’s voice was low, his hands moving to draw away from her shoulders.

“…There is nothing wrong with loving, Angeal.” She whispered. “…isn’t that what you just told me? That it is okay to love? I love you, Angeal.”

“…Sanura…” His hands clenched on her shoulders - not so hard for it to hurt, but hard enough for her to feel the pressure, before he pulled her to him and bent his head to kiss him.

“What the hell is going on here?!” The roar shook the windows, and as both Angeal and Sanura jerked away from each other as though burned, they could hear the peals of laughter coming from behind the man standing in the doorway, before a black haired woman wriggled her upper body around him.

“Get outta the way, Seph, I want to see the show too!” Seraphina giggled, falling forward as he suddenly moved out of the way. Genesis managed to catch her, steadying her on her feet before letting her go and moving to the kitchen, where the food was in the oven keeping warm.

“What the hell do you think you were doing?” Sephiroth snarled, grabbing hold of the collar of Angeal’s shirt, giving him a good shake. “That’s my baby sister, you son of a bitch! Some friend you are, you bastard!”

Seraphina’s jaw dropped at the fury she heard in her big brother’s voice, but when she turned to see her twin sister trembling in equal if not greater rage, she froze, stepping back until she was against the wall, the green slowly taking over her eyes as her sister began to change. Her once pale face turned white, smoothing until it seemed to be made of marble. Her form lengthened, broadened, until she was eye-level with the men in the room. Nails grew to claws, her hair forming itself into braids that arranged themselves in an intricate design upon her head, the braids across her forehead making it seem as though she wore a circlet. In seconds, the transformation was complete. But to the shock of Genesis, who had stepped out to see if Sephiroth was trying to kill Angeal yet, her focus was not on the brother who had so enraged her.

It was on Seraphina. Genesis noted that it was as though the change in eye color had drawn that malevolent focus to her, and realizing how terrified she was, recognized it as the cause. He did what any other man in his position would have done. Stepping in front of her, he let his gaze rove up her form, before smirking slightly. He let that smirk deepen as his eyes met hers, and when her eyes snapped back to their original color, he braced himself for the blow, wincing as she reached out and slapped him, before tackling him to the ground.

“…good. Fight your fear…even if you must lash out at another to do it…” He whispered, making her fist pause not four inches from his face, confusion plain in her eyes.

“…what…?”

“…you are not afraid anymore…and your eyes are back to normal.” He murmured, before glancing to Sanura, Sephiroth, and Angeal. Sephiroth was too busy shaking Angeal and growling threats at him to notice what had gone on behind him, but Sanura, still in that other form, was looking at Genesis as though he were the scum of the planet. “…now, would you mind calming your sister down before she decides killing me is a good idea?”

“Oh.” Seraphina blinked over at her sister, before realizing something, and falling off of Genesis in peals of laughter. This drew the attention of everyone in the room, and snapped Sanura out of her rage into complete and utter confusion.

“…what’s so funny?” Genesis questioned, sitting up as she sat up trying to catch her breath, only to fall backwards giggling again - he caught her, holding her against him until she could breathe enough to speak again.

“…Sanura…” Breaking off for another bout of giggles, Seraphina shook her head. “…you finally got to be the protective one!”

As Genesis helped her to her feet, he kept one arm around her, smiling faintly as Sanura began to laugh as well. When Sephiroth slowly set him down and released him, Angeal released the laughter he had been trying to keep in, only for all of them to fall suddenly and completely silent as Sephiroth calmly walked over to Genesis, and just as calmly decked him.

“Don’t ever touch my sister like that again.” He growled. Seraphina looked shocked, dropping to her knees beside Genesis to pull him against her, glaring accusingly at Sephiroth, shaking with both anger and tears she would not allow to be seen.

“How dare you?! Genesis just saved my life, brother! If you’d pay more attention to what was going on around you instead of snapping every time one of them shows signs of affection for us, maybe you wouldn’t have put me in danger to begin with!” Tears in her eyes, she released Genesis, who seemed to be perfectly alright, and she took off out of the building. With one last, insulted look to Sephiroth, Genesis followed after.

As he turned around, he saw Sanura’s tears, and realized she had been the danger to her sister - because he had angered her. Shooting Angeal a glare, he stalked off toward the office. “…I trust you, Angeal. Don’t hurt my baby sister.”

When Sephiroth had gone, Angeal turned to Sanura in complete and utter confusion, a frown on his lips. “What the hell is this? I get his blessing when I’ve done absolutely nothing, but Genesis, who saves Seraphina’s life, gets threatened at every turn? …My dear, your brother has some serious priority issues.”