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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.

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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, and voice actors.

Hojo smiled for hours afterward. I watched him work awhile on his keyboard, write for a short time in his notebook, and then settle down with a cup of something hot, smiling all the while.
My bladder drove me out of the bed. I sat up. Hojo instantly appeared in front of me. �Do you require my assistance?� he inquired politely, aiding me to stand.
�Maybe, sir.� I grabbed his waiting hands. I still felt sore and strange, but nowhere near as light-headed or cored out.
�I�ll walk you there, anyway,� he replied.
At a snail�s pace we forded the room. He scooped up a new pad for me off the top of my dresser. �You won�t bleed for much longer,� he said. I blushed and he saw it. �Ah, well enough to think about our last trip to the lavatory,� he murmured. �Don�t be concerned, my dear. Like I expressed before, I am unimpressed by bodily secretions.�
He was the only man I knew that didn�t have an instinctive recoil to blood coming out of a vagina.
�Are you going to leave your glasses off?� I asked.
�I may use them from time to time,� he answered, not batting an eye over the topic change.
�All this amazing stuff you can do and you can�t get perfect vision?� I put my hand on the knob and paused to gather strength.
�I don�t go under the laser or the scalpel unless I do it myself, my dear. I have a lot of enemies. And, it is very hard to operate on oneself.� Hojo pushed the door open for me. �I�ll be waiting,� he told me, guiding me inside and shutting the barrier between us.
I tended to myself quickly, spurred by the knowledge he waited. With great pleasure I threw away the old pad and put in a new one. I wanted to find the horrible person who�d done this to me and beat him to death.
I brushed my teeth and combed my hair, washed off my face and opened the door. Hojo came forward and guided me back toward the bed.
�I don�t understand why Shinra thinks this is an outside job,� I said, thought processes trickling in past my confusion. �If the canister of gas was Shin-Ra make, how did Still get it, or, who got it for him?�
Hojo stopped. Looking down at me, he very slowly smiled. In the semi-dark that smile was as frightening as stimulating. �Your drugs wear off a bit and you begin percolating in that head,� he said approvingly. �Very good, Miss Grey, very good.� He put me in his arms, carrying me out to his office and setting me on his couch.
He left me a moment, coming back from the bedroom with a blanket. Spreading it over me, he tucked it and stepped back to gaze down on me, saying nothing.
�You�re strong,� I told him. �Why are you so strong?�
�Mako, Jenova, and gymnasium nine,� he answered promptly, black eyes borrowing sparks from the wall lamps. �I�m not as strong as a first class soldier; I haven�t bothered to bulk up.�
�Okay.� My head swam for a second. �Why am I in here?�
�Because lying prone won�t drain all the blood. Would you like a drink of water?�
�Oh. Yes, please.�
Hojo poured sparkling water for me. I reached for it, my fingers touching his for a moment. A flicker of something passed through his gaze, a flicker unrelated to the lights.
�Besides,� I said, thinking back to the matter at hand. �The original attacks were upon your pets, specifically; a narrowed attack instead of a widespread one.�
�Oh, very well observed.� Hojo sat beside me, but curled his body to an angle, facing me. �Go on.�
�I don�t think that guy Still and our collars have anything to do with each other,� I said, obeying. �I think Still is dependant on someone else for his orders, but I don�t think he�s got anything to do with the strangulation of your pets or uterus-shredding IUD�s.�
�Excellent.� Hojo put his arm on the back of the sofa and leaned his jaw on his fist. �That�s exactly what I think, Miss Grey.� Eyes drifting over me, he reached over and tapped my glass. �Drink up.�
I heeded him.
�You please me,� he announced once I finished. �Michael is very smart, but even he didn�t follow this line of thought.�
�Too close to the issue. I�m new here.� I felt compelled to downplay my ideas, but I secretly enjoyed Hojo�s praise.
�Perhaps that is a factor,� Hojo admitted, �But, you are analytical by nature. Always asking why�� Smirking, he took my empty glass and set it aside. �Challenging without being belligerent is difficult for most people. You manage it.�
My stomach growled and his smirk became a real smile. �What could you tolerate to eat, do you think?�
�Probably nothing heavy, sir.�
Hojo�s smile broadened. �Oh, back to using that word? So soon?�
Confused, I shook my head. Had I not used his address lately? I couldn�t remember.
�It isn�t important, my dear,� he said softly, his face returning to the same, serene stillness it usually reflected. �I�ll get something for you to eat.� He stood and went to his desk, grabbing his phone.
I drifted a little, listening to the low murmur of his voice. I must have dozed, for suddenly he loomed large in my vision without my noticing his approach. He had a plate in his hand. I looked from his black stare to the big, red strawberries and bowl of white.
�Vanilla yogurt to dip them in,� he said, sitting beside me. He tore the tops off the strawberries one by one with quick efficient twists of his long fingers. �Any objections?�
�No, sir,� I sighed. I felt sleepy again. My head lolled. I felt coldness touch my lips a moment later, then withdraw. I put out my tongue, licking away a burst of cool, vanilla sweetness.
I heard a very small, masculine groan.
�Something tells me I yet again craft a creature of my own doom,� Hojo murmured. �I�m so good at that. My mad scientist r�sum� is very complete. All I lack is a hunchback, though I could make Baby Shinra fit the bill quickly enough.�
I opened my eyes, struggling to get my head off the couch. �Sir?�
He dipped a berry. �Lean back and relax,� he sighed. �I certainly have no objection to feeding you.�
And so, he did.
I didn�t know how long he fed me; I just kept opening my mouth to receive the cold sweetness, chew the cold sweetness, then swallow the cold sweetness down.
�I suppose,� Hojo said lowly, �hand-feeding a pet isn�t so outside believability.� His voice sounded very odd but I couldn�t exert myself and look at him. �A first for everything,� he went on. �My first blonde, eidetic, curvaceous and quietly rebellious pet, yes, and eating from my hand on my leather couch. Life is fucking brilliant.�
�Brilliant,� I repeated, filing his words away for later, when I could think properly.
�No, Miss Grey, �fucking brilliant�.�
�Fucking brilliant, sir,� I said.
Hojo laughed deeply. �Good girl, Miss Grey.�
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