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Unstable	By : albedosreqium Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1047 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Don't own anything in the FF7 universe, just using for my own amusement and hopefully yours as well. I do not make any profit from publishing this story... enjoy

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Summary: Genesis gets congratulated by Sephiroth in the most unexpected way. Genesis and Sephiroth start their turbulent relationship and you should all pity poor Angeal! A Collab between Soyna and BMIK
Rating: If you have read any of BMIK's or my stuff, you know this is rated Mature in nature. That means that there will be men love (yaoi), bad language and a lot of bad attitude as well.
Hojo: Soyna (Am I sick that I really enjoyed playing this sick bastard?)

Sephiroth: BMIK

Sephiroth was just supervising the testing of a new training simulation that should allow them to fight more realistic enemies when the phone in his pocket started to buzz. He stood behind a plexi-glass wall, listening to the creator and technician explaining the details, while a simulation was going on with a SOLDIER demonstrating how a mock fight was supposed to offer them new possibilities. At first the General ignored his phone, because the report was actually quite fascinating and he suspected that it was just Genesis getting on his nerves again (he ignored the little flip of his belly at the thought of the annoying redhead). The ringing persisted however and he finally snapped it open after signalling the technician to wait a second.
"What is it? I'm in the middle of an appointment," he snapped frostily.
"Well, now, there is not need for that tone. I'm phoning with your reminder that due to your postponed appointment you are required to arrive for a new physical assessment in one hour," Hojo said in a calm manner but he was seething inside.
Sephiroth missed two prior appointments due to a stupid mission and then there was the stupid promotion party. He needed to check his subject and these delays were hindering his research.
Sephiroth froze on the spot, his guts clenching at hearing the man's sneering voice.
"Professor ..." He threw a quick look at the technician. Is relatively good mood was ruined. Sephiroth didn't mind boring meetings, unchallenging mission, even press conferences were all right. As long as he didn't have to go to the labs, everything was peachy.
But stalling this particular meeting would only result in more pain because the longer Hojo had to wait the uglier, meaner it would get.
"Let me finish this and I will be there." He didn't wait for the man to answer but cut him off by flipping his phone shut.
After a brief talk with the technician he went to his apartment for some preparations. It was a pity that he had eaten already; it meant that it would get messy later.
Half an hour later he entered the lab with a stony expression where he was greeted by the grinning doctor already.
Hojo examined Sephiroth as he stood in the door. There were marks on his chest and he had a heavier scowl than normal.
He would ask later what those were from, but first ... "Go into room three and remove your leathers. You think you would have learned by now to wear more appropriate clothing for your visit."
Wordlessly Sephiroth turned and entered room 3. He knew the drill, of course. And he always tried to keep his leathers till the last second. It was a uniform; it reminded him of whom he was because sometimes during the procedure it was easy to forget. Quickly he got rid of it, taking a deep breath. Good thing he had been able to clear his schedule for the rest of the day and the next.
He never knew how bad it would be after Hojo got his claws in him.
Naked, as there was no use for clothing that would just get in the way of the 'examination' (or so Hojo had said) he stepped outside, mentally steeling himself for whatever was to come.
Hojo watched Sephiroth move to the examination table. "Did you get those injuries on you last mission?" They looked like scratch marks but they didn't look like claw marks. They were much too shallow for that. He arranged his clipboard and his vials. He had to draw blood first before he did any of the injections.
"Yes," Sephiroth lied, as he lay down on the table. Hojo turned his insides out on a regular basis; it was quite satisfying to keep at least mental secrets from the man. Emotionlessly, his eyes wandered to the two assistants Hojo had with him. He knew one of them, but the other seemed to be new, as he kept glancing at Sephiroth almost shyly with a light blush.
Oh great, it seemed that Hojo really was in a bad mood. New, inexperienced assistants summed up to a lot of pain from blunt instruments wrongly jammed into his arms and belly, shaky fingers failing to make clean, quick cuts... the list was endless.
Hojo approached him and peered at his chest, "Interesting." He ran his finger over one of the scratches, noting its depth. "I will need to see if there are any residual cells from the monster that attacked you, so some skin samples will be necessary after we run your blood work." He pulled himself straight and looked into the falsely calm eyes. "Next time such incidents occur, I recommend that you come for treatment immediately. Wouldn't want you disfigured from a simple scratch."
He waved his assistance over and took a step back. "Start with the extractions. I need to get a specimen bottle for his skin."
The older assistant nodded and came over with a scalpel. The newer one grabbed his own instruments in a mixture of hesitance and enthusiasm Sephiroth very much disliked.
He gritted his teeth as they started to scratch at his scratches, deepening them and drawing blood (if accidentally or not he was not sure, Hojo liked to pick people that were as sadistic as he was himself). It wasn't more than an unpleasant tingling, but it would probably get worse, once they started to really get into it.
"It is just a scratch. By the way, I'm having a meeting with Director Lazard in an hour, I expect you to be done by then." That was a lie, too. But there was a chance that it could work ...
Hojo sneered and shook his head. Sephiroth really was not good at lying. "Oh, I'm sure I can clear things for you. It has been awhile since the tests and those scratches worry me. Wouldn't want to see you marred." Hojo watched his assistance work on the collection of the blood. He could see the small twitches and flinches. Sephiroth was getting good at hiding the fact that he was in pain, but he could not fool Hojo. He made him what he was after all. "We can't rush discovery or understand your health."
He handed the bottle to his assistant. "Make sure you get all the tissue around the scratch; wouldn't want to miss anything."
Hojo adjusted his glasses and smiled as Sephiroth's teeth clenched.
"Of course, Professor," the more experienced assistant replied, bending over Sephiroth. They hadn't strapped him yet, but they would, sooner or later. The 'tissue around the scratch' meant basically, that they would scrape the skin off from the flesh there. Licking his lips, the assistant set the blade into the shallow, almost healed wound, pushing it under the skin and slowly peeled a slice of white skin off, revealing rosy muscles.
Satisfied, he put it into a bottle before turning to the next scratch. Beside him, the new guy's hand slipped.
"Ooooooooooops ... Sorry. Do we have any bandages or something? ... Damn, now it's bleeding all over the place."
Hojo shook his head. "No need. I want to see how he heals, so let it bleed." Hojo pulled out his clipboard and started to jot down notes on the wound. "Finish taking the other samples. And, Sephiroth, have you eaten recently? I need a stomach acid sample as well."
Sephiroth had trouble not getting up and breaking the imbecile assistant's thin neck. "Two hours ago," he growled, making the stupid lab coat jump. Luckily he hadn't been anywhere near the General with his scalpel.
"We are done with the samples, Professor," the other announced.
"Good." Hojo said and grabbed some latex gloves. "Take those to the lab and run group seven, three and fifty two and we shall see if we have to run any more tests on that afterwards. I will take the other samples." Hojo then turned to the very pissed off looking Sephiroth. His chest started to heal but blood dripped down on the table.
He waited for the tech's to leave before he went to stand beside the General and started to strap him down. "We need to test if your healing abilities have slowed down. We may have to increase your mako this session because of it." He worked the buckles around his wrists and then his ankles. "Maybe even test your bone malleability."
Sephiroth should have relaxed since the incompetent lab rats were gone, but now he was alone with Hojo, which was even worse. The little hairs on the back of his neck started to rise as he was getting trapped, but he remained expressionless. This was routine, after all. He was prepared for the pain. And some day, he had sworn to himself, he would pay Hojo back thousand-fold.
"My bones are perfectly fine." There was no need to break them. But Hojo didn't really need a reason anyway.
"I'm the doctor here and I will tell you when everything is perfectly fine." Hojo looked at his documents. "You have missed quite a few tests and may have ruined my data collection time line and that will be quite difficult to discern results from. We wouldn't want to put Shin-Ra's poster child of a perfect SOLDIER to be anything but that, would we?"
Hojo didn't like it when Sephiorth got defiant. It just slowed things down. He would have to show the boy his place if he was going to keep that attitude. He examined the collar bone of the SOLDIER and noticed a small bruise there. He pressed his lips together. There was no way that bruise was caused by a monster attack.
At least now, he knew which bone he was going to break.
"Oh no, we rather want to rip him open and see if everything important is still there, so we can crush it and see if it still works afterwards," Sephiroth replied coolly. There was no way he could make it worse; Hojo pushed him past the limits of the bearable already. His eyes were on the man, his greasy hair, his small, cruel eyes and his fish lips. How he detested that man...
Hojo laughed. "You always rise above it and become stronger. So you shouldn't complain."
Hojo pressed his hand on the bleeding wound on his chest. The bleeding that had slowed down started to renew its flow. "I wonder how mako will react directly onto a shallow wound." He said this last part to himself. He had done this type of experiment when Sephiroth was younger but it had been awhile.
"I have a new mixture of mako that should have interesting effects." He blinked and looked into the cat like eyes. "Are you secured enough? I wouldn't want you to flail and hurt yourself unnecessarily."
Sephiroth was almost certain that the man didn't try to be sarcastic.
"I'm secure," he replied with all the aloofness he could muster. His body had started to feel heavy, pooling onto the dissection table, because that was what it was. Sephiroth became one with the furniture. Furniture was dead and furniture couldn't bleed.
Hojo reached over and grabbed a blue vial.
"You should ensure that you do not miss any more appointments." Hojo put a couple of drops on the open cut and waited for a reaction.
He got it instantly. Usually they started slowly, with a few cuts here and there and then they moved on to the heavy stuff, liking pulling out Sephiroth's fingernails to see how fast they would grow back, sticking needles into him, extracting innards ...
But this time Hojo cut right to the chase.
Whatever he had dripped into the wound ate through it like acid, burning the General's nerves up to his brain.
Sephiroth breathed through gritted teeth, his eyes wide open as if the pain was accumulating behind them and he just needed to press it through his eyes for the agony to flow out of him. It didn't work.
"Interesting reaction," Hojo hummed to himself and wrote things on his clip board. He took the blue vial and walked over to a small table where he prepared a syringe, diluting down his new mako mixture somewhat into a clear-blue saline solution. He kept his eye on Sephiroth who seemed to be in a great amount of pain.
He knew it would be painful but was unsure of how painful it really was. He had only tested this particular mixture on skin, and not a wound yet. It was a very interesting reaction.
"How would you rate the pain, on a scale from one to ten."
"A solid eight. I've had better," Sephiroth hissed. Sarcasm was his only weapon right now and his tongue could get as cutting as Masamune. As long as he could still talk he would do it; it distracted him. Besides, he didn't want to give the man the satisfaction to hear Sephiroth moan.
Later he would have a mouth piece so he wouldn't accidentally bite off his tongue. Ah, it was so melodramatic ... his thoughts were inevitably guided to a certain redhead and he found that thought strangely comforting. That disturbed him a little bit but he didn't dwell on it as he kept his thoughts on that perfectly round, tight ass.
"Good," Hojo whispered as he concentrated on getting the air out of the syringe. "This should have the same pain response before we begin the normal round of syringes. It should only hurt for an hour or so."
He approached Sephiroth and rubbed a place on his shoulder. He wanted to know how the injection would feel with the veins and with muscle injection. He was certain that the muscle injection would be less painful, so he went with that one first.
Sephiroth remained silent and let the man inject him with whatever was in the syringe. It wasn't like he had a choice. He just gave his pain estimations and stared at the ceiling. He knew every little crack and every little spot there by heart. He'd caused some; his bloodstains were staring back at him.
Hojo's spidery fingers ghosted over his body relentlessly, not wasting one tiny movement but efficiently poking and measuring and causing agony.
Sephiroth could hear the dry sound of Hojo's pen scribbling onto the clipboard in excitement and concentrated back onto the ceiling.
Hojo frowned as he saw that Sephiroth's eyes glaze over but the fact that he was not really there. He scribbled. He knew that this was causing him a lot of pain if he was doing that glazed look.
He took a small instrument that he used to test the reflexes ... even though he knew that moving would cause Sephiroth more pain. It sent a small electric shock through the muscles and forced them to move, twitch really. With the new mixture, it should hurt at the moment, but the next test should be much improved. The wound on his chest was healing rather nicely actually.
The effect he wanted.
Sephiroth would never miss another appointment again.
The General endured it silently. He had his pride and besides, it really wasn't thatbad yet, compared to what was still to come. He had no interest in what Hojo was actually doing to him, what results he hoped to achieve or how it would 'improve' his body in the long run; these sessions were simply interruptions of his usual routine, blank spaces that disturbed the flow of his life momentarily. They had no effect on him at all, save for the momentary discomfort.
Or so he thought.
On a deeper, unconscious level the scalpels did not merely cut his flesh but left deep scars on his soul as well, but Sephiroth didn't see them so he didn't care about them. He was a pragmatic man and he believed that what didn't kill him made him stronger.
"Results, Mr. Hojo Sir," one of the tech said. "We need more samples to run some more sets as there are high levels of some hormones that normally aren't there."
Hojo grabbed the results from the man. "Don't tell me what tests need to be run," he hissed and then looked at the results, which were interesting. "Interesting indeed."
He looked to the tech. "Take his stomach acid sample and then we shall start an IV. He needs his normal dose of mako and I will have to see how it reacts with my new mixture."
Hojo looked over at Sephiroth. This explained a lot about what was happening with Sephiroth and his attitude. The man was known to be quite loose and willing to stick his dick in anything that let him - and sometimes the not so willingly, too. It wouldn't change any of the results but Hojo really did wish that Sephiroth would protect himself from sexually transmitted diseases. As long as it wasn't a whore from the slums he was most likely immune, though.
Hojo also wished he was allowed to temper with the General's libido to prevent this problem from occurring. It could cause problems in the future if he had attachments to others. He doubted it would last long though. He had observed Sephiroth's 'relationships' and it would be over by the end of the week at his normal pace.
He grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged at it. "And a sample of this as well."
Sephiroth growled as the man touched his hair. He really hated that, and the assistant that came up to him to take a sample was glad that the General was restrained. He pulled a few silky hairs out with the roots and put them in a petri dish.
Then he turned to prepare a long syringe with a sharp, thin needle that would be directly thrust through Sephiroth's belly into his stomach. The man's healing abilities were such that the tiny wound would close extremely quickly. Sometimes stomach acid dripped into his belly when the needle was withdrawn, but that couldn't be avoided.
"Relax, or it will get harder to push the needle through your muscles," the assistant muttered, which was easy for him to say, but Sephiroth's muscles were still tense from the electric shock earlier.
The man took his time taking the sample, filling the syringe to one third before withdrawing it. Sephiroth looked pale now and a sweat had broken out on his skin, but he didn't make a sound.
Hojo looked at the sample. "That's not nearly enough. We will have to do it again in an hour." He walked around the table, running his hand up one of Sephiroth's arms and he felt the small quiver in his muscles. "I still wish to perform that bone malleability test." Hojo traced his fingers over his collar bone and pressed the small bruise that was there. "Be grateful that I am breaking the one on your right side."
Sephiroth wasn't grateful at all; it would hurt like a bitch either way. Hojo's cold touch sent unpleasant chills down his spine.
"There are so many things I wish for too," he replied coolly, his pain dulled eyes flickering over to the thin, slouched figure of his tormentor. Right now he wished to smash the man's had in. He wanted to see the grey, mushy insides of Hojo's skull as they spilled all over the walls and floor.
Hojo hummed and turned to grab another instrument that he used to test the bone's malleability. "Let's do this and see how quickly it will mend without the addition of the regular mako, shall we."
Even though he held his breath and gritted his teeth the pain was almost unbearable as Hojo crashed his collarbone with a vicious, quick movement. Someone had forgotten to give Sephiroth his mouth piece. Well, at least the most painful moment had been when the hammer crushed his bone into thousand tiny pieces. There'd been a sickening crunching noise too. Sephiroth had bucked up, the restraints biting into his flesh as he stretched them to the maximum, but they held and now he lay there limply, panting, hating Hojo with the utmost passion.
"Don't grind your teeth," Hojo said irritably. "I don't have a dentist available today to fix any cracked teeth."
Hojo turned to his assistant. "We shall let this go for another hour but I want you to set up the IV so that we can directly put in the mako solutions. I want x-rays of that healing bone every ten minutes." Hojo took off his gloves. "I need a coffee. I will be back then."
He started for the door, taking the results and his clipboard with his information. Seeing Sephiroth struggling to keep his composure was a good thing and a bad thing. Good, because the brat deserved it. Bad because it meant that his new mixture couldn't be used on Normal SOLDIERs.
Every mixture couldn't be a success.

And sorry for the late post... Holiday Monday screwed me up... thanks for the shoutbox reminder.
And... I enjoyed writing Hojo.
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