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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
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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.

�This is purely for my benefit?� I asked.
�Of course not.� Hojo stood. �I love watching weak, female muscles bloom to the point where a woman can tear apart a man with her bare hands. Just ask Alison.� He smiled. �You don�t have to, Miss Grey. I will bear the disappointment.�
I held out my arm. Only because I�d read some of his files did I feel I had a grasp on what he wanted to do to me. In any case, I trusted him to know how to fix me if he screwed up. �One,� I stipulated. �I need to feel what it does before you take further liberties.�
�I fully understand.� Hojo leaned forward and jabbed me. I barely felt it.
In seconds I felt pure power surging through me. My muscles expanded, flexed and coiled. My energy levels soared. Slightly disoriented, I stared at his desk and breathed through my nose rapidly.
�You might feel a heightened sense of aggression for a few hours, but rapid healing will initiate in your body in any case.� Hojo put the syringe away and approached me very slowly. �However, you should already feel the increased strength.�
I felt it. I felt my body healing. I sensed my cells renewing, racing, buzzing with renewed vigor. With this new vitality I sensed my world differently. I watched my colors deepen, the shadows sharpen. My own respiration sounded as loud as thunder. Every beat of my heart pumped a torrent of blood.
I tilted my head back, scenting male musk. I smelled Hojo now, from here instead of only when I stood atop him. He smelled vital. He smelled hot, masculine, and ready to mate. Shuddering, I closed my eyes a moment just to gain control. If I didn�t master myself I would jump on him.
He�d tricked me. This wasn�t a simple agent to increase my strength. This was a wake-up elixir, an instrument to arouse deadened senses and nerve endings. I hadn�t felt so alive since childhood, when my world seemed new and my body still grew.
I couldn�t be sorry. I hadn�t experienced such hope and physical vitality, such sensory pleasure in years.
�Are you angry, Miss Grey?�
My eyes snapped open. Hojo hovered above me. I stared up into his black eyes, appreciating him at his every atom. �No,� I whispered. �Should I be?� Well, maybe I should be angry. But, I felt good. Alive. Awake. I tingled everywhere.
And, Hojo really, really attracted me right now. With all my senses, he drew me.
Hojo tilted his head. A look of wonderment settled into his dark gaze. Gracefully, he perched on the edge of his desk and let his attention wander me from top to bottom. He removed his glasses, letting them fall to his desk. �You are a very special lady, Miss Grey,� he murmured.
I didn�t feel like a lady. I felt like an absolute slut. His smell drove me insane. Looking at his body made me crazy. I jumped up and pressed against the far wall, focusing on the cold, flatness at my back and buttocks. �Don�t come any closer to me,� I uttered lowly. �I couldn�t stand it.�
�The repulsion will pass,� he assured me, completely missing my problem. �The first injection is always rough. You smell the organic rot of other humans, the decay of age, of entropy as it breaks down the very matter of the universe. Breathe through your mouth for awhile until the sensation deadens and you grow accustomed to it.�
I held very still, not correcting him. He thought the injection treated me roughly. What a laugh. The mako fucked me in body and brain, and fucked me so very well. My palms felt slick, my inner walls tight and even slicker. I gripped a frictionless surface, seeking answers from the unyielding plane of cold plaster and paint, feeling my fingernails dig and gouge furrows. I smelled blood.
�You�re hurting yourself, Miss Grey,� Hojo said softly, not moving. �Please, stop.�
�Screw you,� I growled. �I have the power to hurt myself yet. You can�t dictate that, Hojo.�
�I can,� he corrected, �but, I won�t. I�m asking you, Miss Grey, to stop hurting yourself.�
�What do you care?� I demanded. �I can be replaced.�
His eyelids fluttered twice. �Really?� he posed quietly. �By your opinion or mine?�
I bared my teeth at him. �Shut up. Just shut the fuck up. You confuse me. You turn me around and around and I�m tired of it.�
Hojo put his hands behind his back. Strangely, that small action soothed me. I breathed easier a moment, easing up on the wall. A wave of cool awareness surged across my nerve endings. Breathing deeply, I inhaled the scent of him once more. He smelled of uncertainty, of sex and fertility.
And, loneliness�
I blinked back tears. Oh god. How could I smell such a thing as loneliness? I threw my head back to look at the harsh lights. I wanted to hit something. I wanted to hurt, to bleed, to suffer. I wanted some control. I felt tired of caring about this creature just a few steps away from me.
�Miss Grey,� he began.
�My name is Victoria, goddamn it!� I shouted. �There�s no reason to treat me like a lady when I belong to you! It doesn�t make sense.�
He advanced upon me. I tensed, my fingers digging further. Those fucking pheromones and this fucking mako and his fucking smell! I would blow up.
�Victoria,� Hojo said, using my name. I suspected he only placated me and that the moment I regained some sagacity he�d go right back to that distancing formality. Why keep me at arms length and not his other pets?
�Look at me,� he said sharply, bringing my attention back. �Count your breaths. Inhale, hold, and exhale for three seconds each.�
I obeyed him. Slowly, so slowly, the maddening rush began to subside.
�You�re a very methodical, level-headed young woman,� Hojo continued. �You�re respectful, polite and gentle.�
Yes, I could be all of those things, if I wanted.
�Even were you not my property, I would treat you like a lady.� He stood before me now, close enough that I could feel his heat. �And, as much as I like women, I don�t give that respect to many of them. In fact, I don�t give respect to many people altogether.� He paused. �Do you want me to address you by your name? Does it offend you that I do not?�
�Yes.�
�Alright, my dear,� he murmured. �Would you mind telling me why?�
�It separates me from the others.� Oh god oh god oh god. Dangerous territory. So dangerous.
�But, my dear, you are separate from the others.� Hojo reached forward, pulling my hands free of the wall.
�How can I be your favorite pet?� I asked in a whisper. �I�ve been with you such a little time.�
�You utterly charm me, my dear.� Hojo tugged me gently into the bedroom, steering us toward the bathroom. �Come along; let�s clean your hands and take damage inventory.�
In moments I stared into the white sink, watching red swirl down the drain. Emotional upheaval seemed to leak out of me the same way, leaving me with pervasive sadness and weariness. His warm hands cleaning mine, Hojo touched me gently, exposing the cracked and bleeding beds of my nails. But, as I watched, the injuries began to heal.
�You have mako,� I said. �Why didn�t your back heal as quickly as my hands are healing right now?�
�My back is vulnerable.� Hojo dried me, using a patting motion instead of a rough drag across my skin. �I should get Michael to pull my stitches; thank you for reminding me.�
He wasn�t a bit upset with me, my temper, my cursing, or my lack of respectful address. And, I knew if I had been anyone else, he would be. I knew it and it both frightened and comforted me.
�Do you hate me yet?� he asked, standing there with me in the little bathroom.
I leaned on the sink, just bone-weary. �No, Hojo, I don�t,� I answered. �You make me crazy, you infuriate me, you gall me, you turn me on and you scare me to death.� The confession just tumbled from my lips. �I�m angry you feel so free to play with my life and my head, but I don�t hate you.�
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