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Cell Division	By : Savaial Category: Final Fantasy VII > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2025 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy. It belongs to SquareEnix. I do not make any money from these writings, nor do I wish to. The original creators have all my respect, from game designers to voice actors.

Chapter List
- 1-Cell Division
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I respectfully credit all Original Creators, namely Squaresoft, which became SquareEnix,for these characters. In this way, I pay homage to my Fandom's Original Creator, and illustrate my Community's belief that Fan Fiction is "fair use". I do not claim to own these characters. I do not make money or gil from using these protected characters, nor do I wish to make money or gil from them. In other words, I am borrowing these characters to entertain the adult fanfiction community, but I am doing so with the highest degree of respect to the engineers, game designers, music makers, voice actors.

I awoke at the usual, early time. Instead of wallowing, I forced myself out of the heavenly bed. The shower woke me fully. I used Michael�s recommended conditioner, rinsed and dried off. Thankful for a new, good toothbrush instead of the hospital-style one, I made quick work of getting my mouth to rights.
Now. What to put on? I draped a towel around myself and went back into my bedroom.
It excited me to not wear the scrubs. I wanted clothes that didn�t scratch.
I grabbed a pair of jeans and tried them on, dropping the towel. They fit perfectly. Soft, pre-aged denim with a low rise and boot cut, they flattered my legs and rear end.
I put on the new, lacy bra and a girl-cut, black T. Michael had suggested wearing a black top to keep Hojo from having to work very hard at spying me. Not all of my new tops were black, but quite a few were. Since my blonde hair contrasted nicely with dark colors, I didn�t protest.
I chose chunky, black platform Mary-Janes for my feet. They were real leather and rubber and felt very comfortable. I loved having shoes on again. For a few minutes I just danced around the room, feeling their bounce and support, grinning from ear to ear. Feeling a bit giddy, I flopped back down on the bed.
It wasn�t a �work� day, so I didn�t intend to make the bed. My little bit of rebellion.
My stomach growled. I put my hand over it, sitting up. In that moment I looked through my open door and saw Hojo.
I�d dressed with the door open.
He�d been sitting there the whole time.
Mortified, I felt my face ignite. I bit my lip. Frozen, I could only watch as he slowly, slowly began to smile. Without taking his eyes from me, he took a smoke from his case and lit it.
�Don�t be too upset,� he said. �I felt I watched a very artistic and modern play.�
I groaned and closed my eyes, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me.
�Besides,� he continued. �You�re lovely, my dear.�
I opened my eyes in time to see him gracefully flick his ash into the trashcan.
�Had I truly been watching a play, I would now be unable to get up for the intermission.�
I thought my heart would stop. My hunger evaporated in the face of fight-or-flight. But, I could do neither. I just sat there, unable to look away from him or speak.
He said nothing else. Eyes still upon me, he continued to smoke. We stared at each other until I thought I would catch fire.
At first the heat stayed in my face, but then, gradually, as his gaze continued to pin me, the burn crept lower. Uninvited, my mind returned to the question of his sexual prowess. I didn�t have to question anymore; feminine instinct told me he devoured a woman whole. I�d known in the back of my mind, but I�d paid more attention to the clinical to avoid seeing it.
Deep inside, I quivered. My fear of him escalated, reaching a level of terror that made me curl my fingers in the sheets. He owned me. No law on the planet could protect me from his whimsy. And, I would be with him every minute of every day from now on.
He stubbed out his smoke with efficient force, his long fingers a study in eerie grace. �I expected you to feel the after-effects of near-death this morning,� he said softly, so softly I had to pause my shattered breathing to hear him. �If I�d known a little thing like shoes meant so much to you, I�d have given them to you straightaway.� He folded his hands together, studied me overtop of them. �You will tell me when you want something, Miss Grey.�
�Yes, sir,� I whispered.
He called his other pets by their first names.
�Sir?�
�Yes?� Hojo asked, interested eyes turned upon me.
�Why do you always call me �Miss Grey� or �my dear�?� I asked, summoning my courage.
Hojo lit another cigarette. �Because you�re a lady, Miss Grey; I appreciate that. I haven�t seen one in a very long time.� He smiled a little before blowing a smoke ring. �They died out with my generation. �I�m over ninety years old, did you know?�
�No, sir.�
Hojo smiled again. �Come in here and talk to me, my dear. I won�t bite. Yes, I saw you dancing with wild and naked abandon in your room, but that�s over now.�
Was it? Was it really over for him? I didn�t think I felt the same way, especially knowing he might still be sporting an erection behind that desk. How did a ninety year old get wood, anyway? He didn�t look ninety. He barely looked forty.
Hojo checked his watch. That visual cue shot me off the bed. I had three seconds to reach his close proximity before my bracelet reacted. I didn�t know if it would punish the same way as the collar�
He must have deduced my thoughts. He chuckled quietly, bending his head. �Yes, it�s the same penalty,� he told me, raising his gaze back to mine. �You don�t have to sprint, my dear. The moment your brain signals your voluntary motor impulses, the mechanism recognizes it. So, it seems I won�t have the delight of watching you take your�licks.�
My returning blush made him chuckle again. �I know,� he said, �that was sadistic. But, that�s what I happen to enjoy.�
Oh, no kidding. I�d figured that out quickly enough.
�It�s very interesting that you don�t use the same, blank face for me that you use with everyone else.� Hojo observed. �Why do I get the natural Miss Grey instead of Miss Grey�s mask?�
�I don�t know, sir,� I answered. �Until just now I didn�t realize I revealed myself to you so much.�
�That isn�t significant,� he countered. �What is important is whether or not you�ll attempt to throw the mask up to me now.� He put out his second smoke. �I won�t order you not to; I hope you�ll continue your natural reactions.�
I clenched the fabric of my jeans. �Sir, what if my natural reaction angers you? I don�t want you to take a cane to me.�
He nodded slowly. �You ask good questions,� he said. �There are only two offences that automatically warrant a caning. The first is an escape attempt. The second is making me look bad deliberately.� He paused. �Are those natural reactions or premeditated offenses?�
�Premeditated offenses, sir,� I said with a sense of relief.
�You�ve answered your own question, haven�t you?� Hojo seemed to consider me a moment. �I hope you don�t ever push me into caning you, my dear. I don�t want to harm a hair on your head.�
I let my eyes coast over his slim, powerful body. His lab coat did nothing to hide his physique. If he wanted to, he could knock the shit out of someone. I�d seen very few people built like him, wiry people with deceptive strength. And, he was fast. Not that I�d be able to defend myself anyway, but I couldn�t get away, either.
If freedom was truly an illusory thing, could slavery not also be?
His eyes seemed to spark in their dark depths a moment. �It�s a struggle for you, isn�t it, my dear?� he asked softly. �You�re independent by nature; you�ve left a successful career and your own way of doing things.� Hojo�s gaze dropped to my lips and lingered. �You were frightened, expecting to find nothing but more fear. Now, fear isn�t your only state, and you resent me for that, too.�
Oh, he was diabolical. A fiend. He knew how I grappled with my feelings, how I existed in a quiet turmoil. He knew perfectly well I had admiration for him to fight as well as my status as a slave. He perhaps didn�t know I�d entertained the odd, baser idea, but he would eventually. He was smart, observant and precise.
�I could hurry the journey along for you,� he offered. �I�ve done just that for quite a few pets.�
�Will I know how I really feel, sir, if you help me?� I asked.
He lifted an eyebrow. �Probably not with any degree of accuracy,� he admitted. �I�ve never had such an intelligent pet as you, Miss Grey. Do you know why I picked you?�
�Because I could do algebra and diagram a sentence, sir?�
�Partially. If you had been stupid I wouldn�t have attempted ownership.� Hojo took his glasses off and set them down. �No, I was impressed by your quiet patience. Patience is a great asset in science. Day after day you observed me checking on Simmons� and his band, yet not once did you attempt to get my attention or wrest answers from anyone.
At first I attributed that to your lack of a voice. Then, a few days ago, I looked into your eyes and saw your intellect. You weren�t quiet just out of fear. You were also quiet because you chose to make notes and draw your own conclusions about your situation.�
Hojo stood. �Did you purchase a coat while you were in the city with Michael?�
Startled, I shook my head. �No, sir,� I answered. �It didn�t occur to me I would require one.�
�Hm,� Hojo said, looking at his coat rack. �This is part of your problem. You don�t apply your anticipation skills to your situation as much as you do to me; it probably comes from your very specifically oriented previous occupation.� He took his trench coat down. �You have particular ideas about the definition of slavery, and many do not apply to you. I do not, for example, expect to dine on your body carte blanche. I do not expect you to harm yourself for my benefit, nor do I expect you to overly censor yourself.� He began rolling the sleeves up on his coat. �I do expect obedience and respect.� He held the coat out. �Come here.�
I went to him. He stood behind me, threaded my arms into the coat.
Oh dear god.
His scent clung to the coat like crazy. I found myself swimming in that elusive, pervasively tantalizing aroma of darkness. Shivering, I could only stand for a moment and take it in. Why his smell affected me this way, I couldn�t know. Hope that he would not ever know rose up within me.
�Michael, Alison, Jean,� he said into his bracelet.
�Sir?� Came the three responses quickly.
�Breakfast at Indigo�s?�
Enthusiastic �yes sirs� sounded.
�We�ll meet at the front,� Hojo said. He held his arm out for me to take, the first time since he�d led me from that cold, barren cell. �Shall we, Miss Grey?�
I put my hand out, feeling the solid, hot strength of him coil under my fingers. �Yes, sir,� I murmured.
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