Chaos Cursed

“Why.” Sephiroth’s voice was beyond irritated as he glared at Seraphina’s empty bed, right next to Sanura’s equally empty one. “WHY?!”

As he twitched a few times, he turned to the other two, firmly closed doors down the hallway. His own was right next to that of the twins, but he had fallen asleep in his office the night before, so he had not gotten to check on them before he went to bed. If he weren’t afraid of what lay behind those doors, he would be sorely tempted to kick the damn doors down. Eventually, the temptation overcame him, and he stalked to Genesis’s door, growling. His hand raised to knock, but fell before he actually touched the wooden surface. He turned away, as though not even wanting to know, but turned back just as quickly, the sole of his boot slamming into the door. As it flew from the hinges to fall inward, he was greeted with the sight of a bed that was not only empty, but also hadn’t even been slept in.

The sight of this made what anger he had rise, stalking to Angeal’s bedroom door. He knew what would likely lie behind this, but he was so furious at the disappearance of his sister with his best friend that he didn’t even care. Once again, his foot slammed into the doorway, much harder this time - the door snapped, both pieces flying into the room.

“What the fuck?!” Angeal’s voice was panicked, throwing his form over the much smaller one lying next to him, both fully clothed - if he considered a baby doll anywhere near fully clothed - much to Sephiroth’s relief.

“…oh…shit. Angeal. RUN.” Sanura was staring at the form in the doorway, body shaking as his fists clenched, one on the doorframe, the other at his side. “…why does he look so much bigger?”

“Sephiroth, we didn’t do anything. I swear.” Angeal told him calmly, getting out of the bed to stand between the brother and sister, hand gripped on the sword leaning against the foot of his bed as he warily eyed the man before him.

“…where…the hell…are Seraphina and Genesis?” His voice was a low growl as he met Angeal’s gaze, the anger not alone in his eyes - Angeal realized he was worried for his sister. “Is he with her?!”

“…I don’t know, Sephiroth. Do you really think killing him is a good idea right now?” Angeal remained calm, his arms crossing over his chest as he looked over his shoulder to Sanura, who was actually starting to growl as well.

“Fuck Genesis, where the hell is Seraphina?! Sanura, where is she?!”

“I don’t know either. Why? What’s the big deal?”

“Because contrary to the assumptions you made last night, I do notice a great deal about the both of you! Something is wrong, she’s weak!” He snapped, turning away from them. “If she’s alone in Junon, she could be in danger, dammit!”

“Or, she could have been with Genesis all night, unwilling to come back because you were being such a prick.” The voice from down the hallway made all three jump - it was barely after seven in the morning, and the morning-loathing Seraphina sounded wide awake.

“…what the hell happened to my door?” Genesis sounded utterly bewildered, and as Sanura and Angeal looked to Sephiroth in confusion, Seraphina, glancing past her brother to wave at them, blinked - and started laughing.

“I get the feeling a little less that what happened to Angeal’s door.” She put a hand over her lips to contain her laughter, but instead ended up snickering, a snort heard as Sephiroth refused to meet anyone’s gaze.

“I have no idea. But I’ll get those fixed.” He told them calmly, walking down the hallway to the office to make the calls. Genesis did not, however, escape unpunished, Sephiroth reaching out to smack him in the back of the head as he moved to slide his hand into Seraphina’s. “You’ll be explaining yourselves later.”

“Sanura…why are you in Angeal’s bed? And why is Angeal still alive if Sephiroth was staring at this fact?” As Sanura shrugged, moving to pull one of Angeal’s shirts on over her baby doll to keep her decent enough to cross the hallway to the room she shared with Seraphina, her twin actually huffed. “I will have you know this is favoritism, brother!!”

“Shut up!” Came the response from down the hall, before all was silent in the office. Seraphina shook her head, moving to the kitchen to start making breakfast.

“So, Sanura isn’t the only one who can cook?” Angeal commented, pulling one of his own shirts on as he followed Genesis and Seraphina down the hallway to lean against the kitchen counter, watching as Genesis helped Seraphina with breakfast. A brow arched as he noted the faintest gestures Seraphina made seemed to alert Genesis to whatever she needed. While they were waiting for the food to finish cooking, Genesis slid behind her, one arm wrapping around her waist as his lips pressed to the side of her head, a smile on her lips as she looked up to him.

“…No…I can make a few things. I’m just not as inventive with recipes as she is.” The voice was distanced, and Angeal shook his head with a smile as he stepped out of the kitchen with plates and utensils to start setting the table. When he had finished, he moved to sit in the living room, where Sanura lay reading a book as she waited for breakfast - smiling, she sat up to give him room to sit on the couch with her, cuddling into him and continuing her reading.

Both were absorbed - Sanura in her book, Angeal in Sanura - and did not notice Sephiroth exiting the office. Nor did Genesis and Seraphina, focused on the meal and each other, realize he had entered the kitchen.

“…did you have any trouble last night, Seraphina?” The voice from the doorway startled her, both because she had not heard him near, and because it lacked a growl for Genesis’s sake. “…you shouldn’t have gone off like that - not with the trouble you’ve had with your strength waning.”

“…Genesis had noticed, too.” She murmured, carrying the prepared food out to set it on the dining room table, Genesis helping her. “…that’s why he followed me. To make sure I would be alright…so, no, I didn’t have any trouble, brother.”

“…thank you.” His gaze was on his friend, who nodded calmly. “…even though I know for a fact I should be throttling you this morning.”

“I appreciate that you haven’t yet. I take it the door kicking got some of the stress out of your system.” The arched brow combined with the smirk on his lips left Seraphina giggling, though trying valiantly for her brother’s sake to hide it.

“…as far as you and everyone in this apartment are concerned, the entire incident never happened.” Eyes narrowing on his sisters, Angeal, and Genesis in turn, he crossed his arms over his chest with a nod. “Are we understood?”

“What incident?” Sanura laughed, having joined them with Angeal shortly after Seraphina brought breakfast from the kitchen. Halfway through breakfast, Genesis’s cell phone rang, leading Sephiroth and Angeal to look to each other, before their gaze turned to Genesis, who had stepped into the kitchen, keeping his voice low. It was obvious that Seraphina had some idea of what was being said, as every passing moment her skin grew paler. Sanura knew how well her sister could hear, and this lead her to look to her brother and boyfriend with her lip held between her teeth.

“…What is it, Genesis?” Seraphina questioned quietly, no longer touching what remained on her plate, something that Sanura knew was a very bad sign. Seraphina had never had trouble eating, no matter how upset she was.

“…ShinRa.” Sephiroth said quietly. “They’re the only ones who have that number except Angeal and myself. What did they want, Genesis?”

“I’m to return to Wutai.” The words drew gasps from both Seraphina and Sanura, who seemed shocked that Genesis was being called without Sephiroth and Angeal. “I’m to lead a squadron of SOLDIER in order to end hostilities. By force.”

“When do you leave?” Seraphina questioned, having regained control of herself and beginning to finish her meal, though she felt as though nothing would taste quite the same again. Her gaze lifted to meet his, as though seeking some form of normalcy or promise of it in his eyes.

“Tomorrow night.” His voice was equally calm, but all present could feel the tension that had formed following the phone call. They all knew that, SOLDIER or not, there was always the risk of death for those who were part of ShinRa’s army.

“Very well.” Those two words dispelled much of the tension, the rest of the group continuing their meal in much the same fashion Seraphina had - mechanically.

“So, when are we getting new doors? Damn those ninja door kickers, huh Sephiroth?” Sanura commented, effectively removing what remained of the tension as the others laughed, both at her comment and at the glare Sephiroth directed her way.