Important note! To all those readers, new and old, who enjoy this story: this would probably sound a whole lot better if I were to lie and say my life has been complicated recently which has delayed the writing of this little tale, unfortunately that is indeed a lie and I don't really enjoying lying to people. In reality I seem to have lost my inspiration, my drive if you will, to continue this. That is in no means to say I do not plan to continue, for I have every intention to finish this. However, I do not know where I would like to go with and I'm not sure I'd like to be writing this for the rest of my life. What this boils down to, in actuality, is that this is currently on hiatus until I have the plot all worked out and my inspiration returns. Please forgive me. I'll try to get at least one chapter finished before I disappear like ths again.

Disclaimer: Genny and Reno aren't mine, unless you count owning a copy of Crisis Core and a Reno figurine (which I guess is no). Angeal isn't mine either. So, I'm making no profit off of this, it's purely for entertainment value.

Author's Notes: Genny is twisted. Very, very twisted. That's about all I have to say, this is short enough that I can't say much without spoiling something. I have a continuation in mind, but I don't know when I'll get that written, let alone posted. If you'd like to see more, let me know, I'll try to get it done faster.

He had long legs. Beautiful, lean legs just beginning to form the muscles he would need. His skin was smooth, flawless. It looked softer than a flower-petal. Vibrant tresses framed his face, fell gently over vivid eyes. He walked with an arrogant, angry air as though he was daring the world to defy him. Yet there was sorrow hidden deep within, expressing itself through his "don't-fuck-with-me" scowl.

Rosy lips curled up into a smirk. "I want him."

Angeal Hewley opened his eyes to look at the man beside him. The speaker was leaned forward upon the bench, staring intently across the open expanse before them, a well-read book held open in his hand. The sight of his friend holding Loveless so carelessly in his red-gloved fingers immediately alerted the 1st class SOLDIER and he hurriedly turned his gaze in the same direction as the other man.

What he saw was a boy with wild red hair following quietly, if not exactly obediently, after an exotic looking man who appeared to be guiding him about the compound. They both wore the Turks uniform although the boy's was rumpled, depite being obviously new. The young thing had a rather sulky frown upon his face and he continuously made unpleasant gestures whenever his companion's back was to him.

"He is young, Genesis." His voice sounded rather resigned as he said this, almost as though he knew what his friend would say.

"He is, certainly."There was far too much glee in the response and Angeal glared at the auburn-haired man.

"He is too young for you, Genesis," he growled turning his gaze to the retreating backs of the young man in question and his escort. "Especially for the things I imagine you intend to do with him if you ever manage to lay your hands upon him."

The leather-clad man eyed the brunette as though his words meant nothing before shifting his gaze back to the boy. "I will have him Angeal," he stated calmly. The two Turks entered the building then, disappearing from the SOLDIER's line of sight, "I will have him indeed."