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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
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
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- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
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- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
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- 33-33
- 34-34
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- 40-40
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- 66-66
- 67-67
- 68-68
- 69-69
- 70-70
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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.

�What are you doing, sir?� I asked, watching Hojo twist wires and solder lines at his door panel. I�d observed him twenty minutes now and still couldn�t figure it out.
�Safety precaution,� he muttered, throwing a glance my way. �I don�t like it when a Shinra enters my private space unchallenged.� He fused another few wires and stuffed them in the open panel. �I had many reasons to sleep with you, Miss Grey.�
�He�d still attempt a snatch and grab?� I couldn�t fathom the perversity in this place. �He�s Rufus Shinra; why would he need to grab me when he could have anyone he wanted?�
�You proved he couldn�t have anyone he wanted, didn�t you?� Hojo turned off the flame on his wielding tank, threw his eye shield aside, and closed the circuitry. �You chose me instead of him.�
�Of course I did.�
�Oh? Why �of course�?� Hojo picked me up, chair and all, carrying me toward the door. �Put your thumb up there, my dear.�
The door took my scan and his.
�He rubbed me the wrong way even before he declared he�d rape me and kill me. He gives me the creeps. He�s a predator and he�s�off.�
Hojo put me back down in my original spot, replacing my fallen blanket. �He�s �off� and I�m not?�
�Not in the same way.� I looked at the clock. �It�s seven,� I reminded him.
�I�m not working today.� Hojo picked up Velvet Shame and kicked back behind his desk. �Fuck Baby Shinra.�
�Not on your life,� I muttered, reaching for my water.
�Quite right. Liable to catch a disease.� Hojo flipped back a few pages. �One would need a steel-belted condom and a bucket of bleach.�
I choked on a mouthful of water.
Hojo lifted his eyes to me as I spluttered, a small smile on his lips. �Ever see two men fuck, Miss Grey?�
�No.� I grabbed a tissue off his desk and dabbed at my face. �Have you, sir?�
�Yes.� His smile widened. �It�s very interesting. Men aren�t usually as careful with each other as they are with a female. I say usually because I have to include my lack of varied viewing; I haven�t had opportunity to view long-term couples very often.�
A muffled thump sounded on the other side of Hojo�s office door. Equally muffled cursing followed. Hojo waved a forefinger at me. �Tell the door to let Michael in, Miss Grey.�
�Let Michael in,� I called out. The door opened. Michael staggered in, holding his nose and dripping blood.
Hojo took one look at him and sighed. He tossed the book down, grabbed a handkerchief, and approached his slave. �All this surgery will be wasted if you keep taking whacks at your nose, Michael,� he said, taking the man by his elbow and setting him down on the couch. �Keep it up and rhinoplasty looms in your future.�
�You changed your door protocols, sir,� Michael said, wincing as Hojo pinched the cloth over his nose.
�Yes. Rufus let himself in here last night and I can�t have that.� Hojo stepped back. �What brings you here so early?�
�You weren�t in the break room and there weren�t any scones, sir.� Michael shot me a wink the moment Hojo turned away from him. �And, the coffee�s no good if you don�t make it.�
�I make terrible coffee and you know it,� Hojo said gruffly, but he smiled on the way back to his desk.
�Yes, sir, but it�s your coffee and I drink it because of that.� Again Michael winked at me.
�It�s too early for you to flirt with me.� Hojo opened a drawer, reached in and pulled out something wrapped in plastic. He flipped the object to Michael, who gave a little hoot of happiness.
�With all due respect, sir,� I said, �it�s more like being buttered up.�
�Mmmmm,� Michael said, opening the snack.
�Same difference for Michael,� Hojo replied. �And, it�s still too early for it.� He grabbed his book and sat back again.
�Oh, you�re reading it, sir.� Michael sat up with an eager expression, letting go of the cloth at his nose. �Have you gotten to the part where Lady Alandra discovers the joys of being-.�
�Michael,� Hojo said in a severe tone, interrupting. �I�ll discuss it with you when I finish it, not before. Must you make work out of my leisure reading?� He shot him a look pregnant with warning.
�Sorry, sir,� Michael said dutifully, meeting my eyes as soon as Hojo let go of him. Those brown eyes rolled.
�Why did you really come in here?� Hojo asked.
�To check on you and Vic, sir. It�s unusual not to see you early on a Monday.�
�As you can see, we�re both doing fairly well. Miss Grey will be fully recovered by Wednesday.� Hojo put the book down. �How is Alison�s flu?�
�Better, from what I can tell. Jean�s been staying with her.�
�Good boy, Jean,� Hojo muttered. �He might have hope after all.�
�The rest of the female staff are in varying degrees of recovery.� Michael threw his food wrapper in the trash. �Some of them came back to work today, but they aren�t moving very fast.�
�Nor should they,� Hojo returned. �Kindly inform them they have no heavy duties and may return home if they wish. Also, tell them I don�t expect normal levels of accomplishments in the lab until next week.�
�That lets the men off too, sir,� Michael pointed out. �And, the women who didn�t have IUD�s.�
�So it does. Tell the men to do deep cleaning and the unaffected women to do normal duty. I�ve noticed a rather lop-sided division of labor lately. The women seem to do all the clean up while the men hide in the break room.� Hojo picked the book up again, a clear dismissal.
Michael left us, grinning.
�Why do you favor the women over the men?� I asked.
�They�re usually more dedicated at an earlier age,� Hojo answered, not looking up. �They�re cleaner, eager to work, and able to focus on more than reproduction.� A page turned. �They have pleasing voices, smell good, and when they look me in the eyes it isn�t for challenge but for understanding.� He lifted his gaze to me. �And, when the time calls for it, they do amazing, vicious things no man can counter or anticipate. Your sex is a bundle of contradictions and determinations, wrapped in the prettiest package and stored in the best potpourri. I love women and I always have.�
I gaped at him.
�What�s the matter?� he asked.
�I didn�t expect so complete an answer,� I told him truthfully. �Look, can�t you give me something to do? I�m getting bored as an invalid.�
�Lady Alandra shivered as he drew the riding crop down her naked spine, certain any moment he would lift, and strike her already stinging backside,� Hojo read aloud. �How long she�d hung over his knees, she didn�t know. The moisture between her legs gathered and ran at the push of his finger in her heated quim. She gasped, fighting the bonds at her wrists.� Hojo looked at me over the top of the book. �Does that sound plausible? Could he get a good angle with a crop while holding her across his legs?�
Half stunned, I blinked at him. His dark voice made narration unbearably sensual, especially with the subject matter. �I have no idea,� I whispered. �I�ve never held anyone across my legs and beaten them with a crop.�
�Hm.� Hojo�s ebony gaze seemed to spark. �A crop and a cane aren�t at all similar,� he said. �One is flexible, and one is rigid.� Without another word he lowered his eyes back to the book.
The sneaky bastard. Now I had to think about his love of corporal punishment and apply it to sex. I felt as wet as poor Lady Alandra. And, though my hands weren�t tied and I didn�t dangle from his lap, I could easily imagine it. I squirmed a little. He caught the motion and I saw a glimmer of triumph.
I reached over, amazed at my own daring, and snatched the book from him. �Right,� I said, randomly flipping through pages with a shaking hand. �Plausibility is the issue of this book?� I jerked the book fully open, abusing the paperback spine. Clearing my throat, I began. �John loved to see her writhe on the hides before the fireplace. She knew it by the way he held his cock.� I swallowed hard. �His fingers always toyed with the piercing at the head just a certain way. He would, during her display, slightly twist the metal, bringing pre-cum out just a little ahead of time.� I felt my throat trying to close up, but I forged on through the last two sentences. �He�d conditioned her to lick any fluid that emitted from him, or to suck, and she pulled upright to offer her head and mouth. She felt gratified when his fingers twined in her hair.�
I threw the book back to him. He caught it. Sitting back, I said, �Is it plausible to lay animal hides down where a stray cinder could ignite them? And, is it believable to think a man would twist a penis stud to get pre-cum?�
Hojo smiled. Delight and something darker ran through his eyes. �No and yes,� he answered. �Ever date a man with a piercing?�
�No.�
�And here I thought you were a modern woman,� he mocked lightly.
�I might be modern and I might not be,� I countered, �but that doesn�t mean my boyfriends were modern men.�
�Of course,� he said soothingly. �I�ll enlighten you, then, Miss Grey.� He reached, found his glasses and put them on. �Sensory preferences are very personal, within limits. Some people like a bit of pain while others eschew it. Depending upon the size and the gauge of the piercing, sensory input can vary a great deal.�
�You seem to know a lot about it,� I said.
�I�ve seen nearly everything in ninety four years.�
�Why don�t you look ninety-four?� I asked, giving in to curiosity and a bit of hostility. I�d long wondered about his youthfulness, to the point of being somewhat offended by it.
�Mako and Jenova cause rapid cell turnover. As long as I gain the proper level of nourishment, I�ll never lack for eternal youth.� Hojo�s eyes coasted over me. �I would like to introduce mako to your system.�
�Why?�
�Because it will give you increased strength and stamina.� Hojo put his hand on a small box on his desk. �Women take mako so well, even better than men. They take J-cells better than men, too. Estrogen-reliant life forms are the basic form, you know, Miss Grey. The male, testosterone-driven life forms are merely the product of the feminine.�
�You mean the female is the blueprint.�
�More or less.� Hojo opened the box, drawing out a pneumatic hypo. �The female prompted the male to spawn. The Y chromosome is a mutated X. We all start out female. After a certain amount of time, certain genetic facts align to cause a male instead of a female. But, the female remains the basic form. This is why there are more women than men and why women live longer; they are genetically more stable.�
�And this is why men have nipples,� I offered.
His lips twitched. �Indeed,� he said solemnly. �So, how about it? Let me give you a shot of mako? It won�t hurt you.�
�There are no other effects other than strength and stamina?�
�Nothing except the rapid cell turnover.� Hojo held the stainless steel syringe up. �Not for a woman, anyway. Like I said; estrogen and mako unite harmoniously.� He flipped the hypo between his fingers, passing it in a ripple the way a baton twirler manipulates her wand. �Let me do this,� he urged. �I promise you won�t regret it.�
I knew I shouldn�t. I knew it. Michael�s words from days ago echoed in my head.

�He likes a willing guinea pig too, almost as much as he likes an unwilling one.�
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