MakaylaI'm glad someone understands my strange ideas XD Oooh I might have to check it out! What's it called? Yeah Genesis doesn't really strike you as the natural fighter, although he does have a certain grace about him. Well Hollander could have had two wives named Gillian, and one cheated could have cheated on him! ^__~ Or according to one Fanfic writer: Angeal put an arm around Genesis, hugging him, then glanced over at Vincent. “You’ve been asking us to wait all evening, and we have but frankly we’re getting rather tired, and it’s late. Do you have something to show us or not?” Vincent was about to speak, when his phone rang. He pulled it out and looked at it. “I do,” he said quietly. He glanced at Angeal and Genesis. “Kymira is a bit of compulsive digger. I’m not free to discuss a Shadow Turk, but… well… when he gets a thought he follows it. He just sent me the information he was looking for.” Before him on the coffee table was a large piece of paper, on which they had been rolling joints. Vincent carefully brushed aside the bits of plant matter and took out a pen. He looked towards Angeal and Genesis as Aeris handed the joint to Rufus. “The first thing you have to understand,” said Vincent, “is the effect pop culture has on human beings. At the time when your parents would have been born, there was a play called ‘Sojourn’ being performed. It was a very powerful, very moving piece about a woman who commits suicide to save the life of a man she has never met. It had an enormous impact on many, many people. It is estimated that 43% of female infants born in the five years the play ran were named after the main character – Gillian.” Angeal and Genesis looked at one another, puzzled, but they listened, Angeal’s arm around Genesis’ shoulders. Vincent took a skewer and stabbed a piece of fruit out of the vat of Yukkaflux. As he ate it, he wrote across the top of the piece of paper HOLLANDER. He then wrote in a row beneath that name GILLIAN H. GILLIAN K. GILLIAN F. He drew a line from Hollander’s name to Gillian H. “These are Angeal’s parents,” said Vincent. He wrote Angeal’s name beneath Gillian H’s, then drew a line from her name to Angeal’s. “So far so good,” said Angeal. Vincent nodded. “But this is where it begins to get interesting. Gillian H died not long after Angeal was born, and Hollander married another woman, Gillian K. Then he met a third woman, Gillian F. Not being known for his self-restraint, he had an affair with her, and fathered a child. Gillian F, however, was a married woman who was under the impression her husband had been killed. Not long after getting pregnant, she received a letter informing her that her husband had been mistakenly declared dead in a mining accident. She went home to be with him, and had a child.” Vincent drew a descending line from both Gillian F and Gillian K’s names, then drew a line from Gillian F to Hollander. “So we have three Gillians, each connected to Hollander, each bearing a son. But Gillian K was pregnant when Hollander married her. The child she bore, the one Hollander declared a failed experiment, was not fathered by him. He sent that child to live with another family, unwilling to have a child under his roof who was both a failure and a bastard.” Vincent wrote beneath Gillian K’s name GENESIS. The room was silent. “Gillian F went home to Gongaga village, where she and her husband reconciled, and live to this day. But Gillian F, to distance herself from the affair, and the project, stopped using her first name and began calling herself Bonnie.” Vincent crossed out Gillian F’s name and wrote BONNIE, then wrote beneath her name ZACK. He raised his red eyes to look at Genesis, Angeal and Zack as they sat together, all wearing equal expressions of shock. “Angeal and Genesis are not half-brothers,” said Vincent. “Angeal and Zack are.” Sephiroth looked at Zack. “Did you know that?” “Yes!” said Zack. “Well I mean I knew most of it. They thought it best to tell me because you can’t keep secrets like that in a tiny village, but they never told me who my father actually was.” Tifa stared at the two. “Well it makes more sense than the other way around, I mean look at them. You can’t tell me THAT hair is an accident.” |