Legacy of a Star Child

Chapter 47: Dear Ienzo

-Zexion had been able to calm Vexen down from the situation that had transpired from 15 coming to see them. The older man was curled up on the bed beside him fast asleep with his head pressed into the illusionists side while laying back on the pillow. Zexion himself was seated against the head board, petting the others hair as they rested in soothing silence; he was texting Rufus to explain a bit of what had happened, since he had run out on him so suddenly. He would be going back to see him tomorrow for his cake which he had left behind. It was ok of course, just one more excuse to see the blond executive, which he knew would have the other thrilled even if the evening had not gone as planned. After sighing and turning off his PDA for the evening (his monitors across the room would alert him if anything in the castle went wrong) he clicked on the bedside lamp to get comfortable. It almost seemed childish but, he had always slept with a light on for as long as he could remember. A left over from those days when he feared the dark, not that he did now of course, would be silly considering where he lived. As he went to put the little device down on his bedside table, he paused as his fingers brushed against something: Rufus's package, he sighed. To be honest, he had been putting it off just a little, something just gave him the notion that it might be something serious, in a way he couldn't face at the moment. Though, he couldn't put it off any longer, he had promised Rufus. Quietly as to not wake Vexen, the boyish technician moved the thick white envelope onto his lap and folded over the little metal clasp to open the flap, he was confused by what was sitting inside, a book. He slid it out from the paper sleeve before placing the envelope back on his end table, how curious. It appeared to have little tabs sticking out of it, and a note stickied to the front that read: follow the tabs. Zexion used his free hand to sit the book right up with the cover facing him, flicking it open and perching it between his fingers, his eyes widened when he saw what was on the first page: Property of- Rufus Shinra. It was a Diary. It looked pretty old with some parts of the paper yellowed and smudged with age. Zexion quickly felt uncomfortable, why had Rufus handed him something so personal? He flicked to the first tabbed page, which was the first page with an entry it seemed. He then began to read.-

/ September 25th 2002 EYA

Dear Diary,

Never done this sort of thing before, always found it rather stupid, but, I need to get out some of these thoughts before I have to hurt someone. Today my best friend passed away. Its my fault, I know it is. For the past couple of years, I have been using my influence in my fathers company in order to recruit several people to my side for a rebellion, and I believe someone has found out, and killed my best friend to keep me from enacting my plans. I can't stop now, I think doing so would be an insult to his memory. I think I will address this journal to him, in memory for my mistake.

I am sorry, Ienzo./

-Zexion stared down at the page he just read, thin little fingers clenching slightly to the paper... He had blamed himself for this? Had no one told him? Why? Someone had to have seen on the cameras and- Oh... right. That camera in the lab had been out for months, Ansem the wise had disengaged it, he had not wanted people to know what he had been up to. Zexion flinched at the memory of his "adoptive father", heh, he hated using those words to describe that man. He had lied to them, all of them, and especially to Ienzo. He shook that thought off quickly however and switched to the next tabbed page.-

/April 11th 2003 EYA

Dear Ienzo,

I guess I never really did tell you why I hated father so much. You were young at the time, and I didn't think you would really understand. While I myself may like the idea of having the world at my fingertips, I can't say that I am willing to eliminate the planet to get it. I've read the reports the company keeps hidden about what the extractions do to the planet, several of them show reduction in nutrients in the soil, decline of animal populations due to lack of food, and in some places changing whole temperature climates. I'm not trying to make it seem like I am looking to save the world, I am not, however, if we want to keep living here on the planet, this isn't sustainable. Of course the planet isn't exactly my only vendetta with that thing that calls itself my father, my mother would still be here if he hadn't decided to do half of the unmentionable things he's done. Money means nothing, its as helpful as an infectious disease that convinces you pain does not exist and makes you comfortable in exchange for bringing you to an early grave. I have plans to meet with Avalanche tonight and discuss what I have asked of them. I have been funneling them money to disrupt my fathers attempt to seize more power, I am not afraid of him the way others are, and I really have nothing to lose do I? Between my faulty liver and weakened immune system, at least I can do something before I kick the bucket. Hopefully you are watching from the promised land, and perhaps, even though I will be doing so many unforgivable things, the planet will at least grace me with a glimpse of such a place before damning me to the center of the melting planet.