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+ Angel Hunt ~ Streifen +
Future Effects
Twenty Years into the future a new game begins...
A story collaboration between Angel Hunt and Streifen
Chapter One : Part Three
[ Original Intent ]
A wide grin is plastered on deceptively youthful features as he watches them, suspended high up, floating just above the mansion’s rooftop, completely sealed from view. He’s waiting for his favorite to stop toying with the creature and deliver the final blow, he’d been waiting for it since he started watching. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy seeing the fluid movements and graceful hard beauty Jenova provided with each twist and turn of his body. It had always amused him at how well the Demon utilized the form he claimed to hate so very much (it amused him even more at how well Jenova had mastered it actually, considering his initial reluctance to be put inside it). Hesue delighted in the fact that no matter what his creation claimed, he did indeed like (not only like, but enjoy to the fullest extent) his gifts.
But aside from enjoying the Demon work his body in this manner (or any other manner he smirks), he must admit, he enjoyed watching him kill more. He enjoyed watching Jenova execute that cold deadly beauty he had when he used the shell he was bound to for the true purpose he’d created it for in the first place – which was of course, simply to bring death to the life around him.
And Jenova did this so masterfully, as no other could.
Slowly though, as he continues to watch them, it begins to don on him that Jenova’s intent in this activity might not be what Hesue had hoped it would be. His movements are deliberately slowed, that was obvious from the first time he came back onto the Mansion’s grounds and found the pair to begin with, locked in this little combat they were having. But he’d assumed that Jenova was (in a way that had always made Hesue smile) simply toying with the creature, allowing it to feel some form of security in an advantage that was not actually there. The child God loved that about Jenova, he loved how cruel the Demon could be – it had always made him very proud. He had always loved how Jenova would allow small advances, small slips – anything to lull the opponent into a false sense of winning, before going in for the kill and stripping away any hope with a simple twist of his wrist or flick of his sword, the slow realization that it had been futile from the very beginning sinking in mere seconds before the Demon would steal the light from it’s eyes for good.
It’s how Jenova had always worked, it was his signature style and had been from the very beginning and when Hesue encountered this particular scene, he had no reason to believe it was any different.
But as they continue, he begins to wonder why it’s taking so long, why Jenova isn’t ending it. His stances aren’t normal, his counters not aggressive…it was… almost … as if the Demon were …teaching.
The smile slowly begins to fade from his lips and the small creature slides his head forward and takes a deep breath in. He frowns immediately, a scowl completely replacing what little of the smile had remained painted on his mouth.
The other one wasn’t prey, it was one of those special toys of the Demon’s. It was that Selestarri. And Jenova was teaching him. There would be no kill, no end to life. He would not use the body for Hesue’s intent.
The Demi god stares down, narrowing his eyes as each body twists, Jenova striking forward and catching the other off guard, sword knocked from his hand. Long layered ginger hair flies around him as the smaller one falls back, the elongated katana meeting the Selestarri’s neck and forcing his head back just as he hits the ground. He doesn’t even need to see Jenova’s face to know his favorite’s crystal clear crimson eyes are ablaze causing the flash of gold from the one he’d pinned, something Hesue had witnessed many times before. The smaller man’s chest heaves, panting breaths leaving him as the two remain still for many long moments – one standing perfectly still above, the other with a sword touching his throat.
For a fleeting moment Hesue holds hope that his favorite will pull his infamous unpredictability act and kill the other one as he’s meant to, but that hope fades immediately when the katana snakes out of view and glass tipped fingers are held out to the man beneath him. Aki slides his palm into the Demon’s hand and he’s on his feet soon after. Gold eyes shining like two little suns wedged deep in the creature's skull simply stare at Jenova in silence, hands remaining locked tight together before their mouths crash together only a second later.
Hesue rolls his eyes as hands tangle in long white plaits, sighing loudly just as the sounds of tearing fabric reaches him, his body sinking down into the mansion itself just as the white haired Demon pushes the younger man hard up against the nearest tree.
Jenova definitely wasn’t using the body for Hesue’s original intent, the child like God laughs to himself.
Semi sheer black and white loafers touch silently on the stark white marble hallway of the fourth floor, his body solidifying completely a moment later. He blinks and looks around, turning back with a quirky little twist towards the Demon’s room. He smiles wide at the seal over it, the strength no different than before, but the room itself intact and detectable. The Demon was overly cautious as ever, but he was obviously not expecting his Maker to be around as he’d left his room in a place that could be found if one knew where to look.
It only takes Hesue a few minutes to make it inside (he was rather brilliant, no matter the seal, Hesue could always break it given enough time. He had a talent) and he immediately begins a leisurely stroll over to the large wardrobe sitting high against the wall directly to the right of the bed. Jenova’s room did not seem to be any different than the last time he’d been here, so it makes him wonder how little time had actually passed in his absence. The Selestarri smelled older, he looked different as well, but until he could get up close and personal (or just take a trip out to invade his mind, which he would have done already had he not wanted to alert Jenova of his presence just yet) he would not know exactly how much time had passed.
Small fingers pull open the wardrobe doors, swinging the heavily carved wood apertures open to examine the contents. He smirks as solid eyes travel over extravagant silk kimonos and leathers of all kinds, flowing robes and various styles of armor, all of which a stark contrast to the casual clothing, jeans and tee shirts, sweaters in various colors and a few types of over coats hanging on the opposite side.
He reaches out and runs small fingers across a line of clothing before turning around and walking to the over sized four poster bed, clothed in deep red silk and heavy comforters he knew were not for Jenova’s sake (he did after all, install a resistance to cold into the Demon’s body). Hesue stops and slides open the drawer of one of the two accompanying nightstands, reaching in the pull an antique looking silver brush from it's depths. He holds it up, tilting his head to the side and pulling a few long strands free. Without turning his gaze away, he drops the brush back into the drawer, reaching up to grab the hair he’d pulled from the bristles and holding them in-between his fingers to watch for a few minutes as the ginger and pure white strands glisten softly in the filtered light streaming in through gauze covered cathedral windows.
Hesue pulls himself away, dropping the hair without another thought as he turns and leans down into the bed, taking deep breath in. Straightening, he shakes his head.
It seems as if, in his absence, things have been rather peaceful for his favorite and his favorite’s special toy. Hesue closes his eyes and takes another deep breath in. It seems as if things have been rather peaceful for the entire mansion’s occupants as well. He opens his eyes and frowns. He didn’t so much like the idea of that. Peaceful only equals to boring. No games, no fun, nothing to entertain. When things were peaceful, there was stalemate.
He didn’t like that.
It needed to change (mostly because he was very very bored and when everything was at peace, it meant Hesue would have no real entertainment and that bored status wouldn’t change) It really needed to change soon.
He’d come back to this planet because of he and his Other’s game hadn’t he? But that game had long since faded and now the products of that game no longer had a purpose, his favorite especially. He needed to give them a purpose again, one that he could use to his advantage to win a game.
But what new game could he create? What new thing that could he create that his favorite could play a part in and indirectly get him that long over due victory he deserved? Hesue’s eyes wander down to the discarded strands of hair and he stares at them for a few minutes before a wide grin sweeps across his features.
He had it.
The Demi God turns abruptly, his small form fading just as he hits the seal surrounding the room, materializing once again as he reaches the other side. The small creature shakes out unruly black hair before spinning in a quick circle with a playful giggle. He had the perfect plan, the perfect game – one Jenova would finally win him, all he had to do now was find his Other.
It would be a challenge his Other wouldn’t be able to pass up…