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Walking Out on Destiny	By : HarliqueenNight Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2575 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII and all things associated are owned by Square Enix and Testuya Nomura respectively. I own nothing save for the characters and places created for the sake of this fan fiction and recieve no profit in the creation of this fanfiction.

Chapter List
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A/N: first I'd like to send a nod to Savaial. She is the one who first coined Hojo's first name as "Kanaye" and that I don't mean any offense to her. I really loved that name and thought it fit Hojo perfectly. If you ever want to read something where Hojo as a character is explored to perfection, her fiction is the way to go. I recommend "Cell Division" and "Mako Reactor" and "Sober" which are on adultfanfiction dot net.
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Walking Out on Destiny
Episode 2: Curiosity
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Vincent didn't know what to make of Genesis…other than he wouldn't shut the hell up! Veld tilted his head at the glazed over look in Vincents eyes as Genesis recounted what went on his childhood in Banora all the way up to meeting Sepiroth at the school. Veld knew the man was listening but at the same time the gunman had placed himself somewhere else where he could plot revenge against Sephiroth for bringing this chatter bomb into his home. Sephiroth ate his food quietly, his sharpened canines tearing through the rare steak that had been prepared for him. Genesis had taken to eating a smaller cut with more salad than anything. In between mouthfuls he would continuously chitchat with Veld who responded openly to his conversing. Vincent and Sephiroth looked at each other as Genesis continued to talk and Sephiroth knew that he was going to pay both for this and for that stunt he pulled the morning. Let him try. It was fun when Vincent ran his ass all over the house with a gun; it kept his reflexes up.
"Mr. Valentine, this meal was amazing. You cook very well!" Genesis beamed at him.
Vincent took another sip of wine before he chose to speak. "Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I figured Sephiroth deserved something nice for passing the SOLDIER exams. Then you passed as well so I supposed it counts as a reward for you too."
"It really does, Angie doesn't make that much money yet, so we don't get to eat prime cuts like this! He's only a SOLDIER in training. He graduates next year and will be a 3rd class when Sephiroth and I start our training!"
"Yes, I'm familiar with the workings."
Sephiroth licked the warm juice from his lips from the steak and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "May I be excused?"
Vincent nodded. "You may, make sure you put your plate in the dishwasher."
Sephiroth did as he was told and locked eyes with Genesis. They had only known each other for day but somehow the walk back home had brought them closer. They were becoming able to silently communicate. Vincent noticed this and also noticed the glow in the redhead's ever changing eyes. The child was just as full of Mako and Sephiroth was and he was tempted to cancel on Veld and pay Hojo a visit. It wasn't that he didn't trust Genesis, the kid was probably just as innocent as Sephiroth. However, he didn't know how many projects like Sephiroth were going on, and of the well being of his charge, he made sure he knew as much as there was to know about the Professor's dealings. He granted Genesis permission to leave the table and watched him as he rinsed his plate and loaded it in the dishwasher next to Sephiroth's. His watched them as they made their way to Sephiroth's room and shut the door. Veld sat back in his chair.
"Well, that's an interesting child," he said with a chuckle.
"Yes, he was. He's full of more Mako than our reactors."
"And queer as a three gil bill! Heard he was Hollander's estranged kid. He came up here to live with Angeal Hewley, a SOLDIER in training."
"You knew all this before coming?"
"I wouldn't be who I was if I didn't check him out. Sephiroth means a lot to you and the last thing I want is for someone to get close to him and hurt him or you."
Vincent took another sip of wine. "You're being very generous lately."
"Perhaps I'm attempting to stay in your good graces?"
"Mm, I think I've had enough to eat," Vincent murmured standing. "Take the bottle; I'll be in there in a minute."
Veld stood but instead of following directions, he took a swig straight from the bottle and trapped Vincent against the counter. The gunman had managed to swiftly turn in his arms and press a steak knife to his partner's throat. Veld forcibly pressed his lips to Vincents, forcing his mouth open and forcing wine into the man's mouth. The pressure against his neck lessened but he knew there would be a thin line of blood there if he checked. He hoisted Vincent up by his waist and positioned himself between the gunman's thighs. Vincent moaned against Veld's mouth and wrapped his arms and legs around the Turk's waist. Between the rush of alcohol and the danger of being caught by the kids, Vincent was rapidly becoming aroused and almost willing to let Veld do as he pleased. Almost. He dug his hand into Velds soft umber locks and tugged hard, gaining control of the situation. The man whimpered a bit at the harsh pull of his hair. Vincent smirked and whispered in Veld's ear in Wutain.
"Nǐ shū de zhèyàng kuài?" (You are defeated so easily?)
Veld shivered at the deep timber of his partner's voice. He understood the Wutai language but not the dialect Vincent spoke. Vincent spoke the form that was old and reserved for noble blood. Best of all was the way it sexily rolled off of Vincent's tongue and through his ears. Being only half had not stopped the gunman from adopting all the mysticism and sensually that his mother's race afforded. His knees were weak and all he could do was nod at whatever his lover said. Vincent smirked.
"I forget sometimes you don't speak the mother language. You disappoint me Veld." Vincent chastised as he ran the dull end of the blade along Veld's cheek.
"I don't care what you speak Vincent, just let me get you out of this kitchen and out of those clothes."
"You're fault for not listening to me the first time. Zǒu liǎo!" Vincent waved his hand dismissively.
Veld practically stumbled when he was released and took the bottle with him. When Veld passed by Sephiroth's room, he didn't see the redhead peaking through a crack in the door. He smirked and closed the door completely.
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Later that night, Genesis walked out of Sephiroth's personal bathroom to find the silverhaired boy writing in what looked like some sort of journal. He snuck up on him and put his damp head on his shoulder. "What are you doing?"
"Keeping record of my day. Its part of the custody agreement between Vincent and Professor Hojo. He likes to keep track of my progress."
Genesis tilted his head to the side, unknowingly nuzzling Sephiroth. "You are telling him about me?"
Sephiroth nodded as he finished the last sentence. "I'm ready."
"Patience. Let's make sure your sexy beast of a guardian is out for the night!" Genesis grinned before heading to the door.
Sephiroth immediately grabbed his wrist and shook his head. "Don't, he'll hear you."
Genesis some how knew that that wasn't the reason Sephiroth stopped him. His grin transformed into mischievous smile and he yanked away from Sephiroth and quickly escaped the room. Sephiroth was fast after him but slowed to a silent walk when he found Genesis in front of Vincent's door with a finger pressed to his lips. Sephiroth felt his heart in his throat as he thought about what Vincent would do if he knew he was allowing a house guest to spy on him. He motioned for Genesis to come back but the redhead shook his head and pressed his ear against the thick wood. A blush came to his face and he waved Sephiroth over. Sephiroth rolled his eyes and went to him hoping that he Vincent and Veld wouldn't hear them lurking at the door.
"G, what are you doing?" he whispered harshly.
"Shh," he put a finger to his friend's lips. He glanced in the crack and then to Sephiroth, his beautiful lilac eyes aglow with Mako. "Aren't you curious, Sephiroth. Curious about why Veld comes over all the time?"
"I know why," Sephiroth spat. "I'm not an idiot. They're obviously-"
"Fucking," Genesis finished with a giggle. He tugged Sephiroth in front of him so that he was lined up with the crack in the door. "Do you know why Veld keeps coming back, though? Aren't you curious as to what it looks like?"
"What are you talking…about…?" Sephiroth's eyes widened when he peaked into Vincent's room. The room was dimly lit making the crimson curtains cast a deep red glow over the room. Sephiroth's catlike eyes dilated as they adjusted to the near darkness in the room and what he saw made his heart speed up and his breath quicken.
Vincent's pale athletic body was laid over Veld's toned form. The Turk Commander's head hung slightly off the edge of the bed and his eyes closed tight with an expression of ecstasy. Sephiroth was fascinated by the way the muscles in his guardian's back rolled as he thrust into Veld. Those eyes were like brandy as they stared down at his partner, a small smirk on his face. Veld gave a sudden sharp cry and his hands flew to Vincent's shoulders, nails digging into the lily white flesh. Sephiroth's breath caught at the blood ran from the crescent moon scars and the way Vincent's head lolled to the side at the pain. He didn't seem like he minded the pain at all; it actually seemed to make his eyes darker. On a particularly hard thrust, Veld nearly screamed and he heard Vincent's deep voice murmuring in Wutain.
"God, Vincent!" Veld exclaimed.
Sephiroth's face was so warm and strange feelings he only felt when he was absolutely alone bubbled up to the surface. He didn't even realize he was panting until Genesis pressed against his back, his soft voice against his ear.
"He is absolutely stunning," he whispered breathlessly. "He has such control over Veld and he knows it. His voice, his body, he knows how to use everything the Goddess has given him to lay out a lover and make them worship all that he does. Veld is a lucky man."
Sephiroth shivered at the breath against his ear and turned his head away at Genesis's gentle laugh. "Don't turn away, Seph. Don't you enjoy watching your Vincent work? Look at him," the redhead shivered against Sephiroth's back causing his friend's to gasp.
Sephiroth watched attentively, knowing that he would be killed if at any time those lust clouded orbs found their way to him. Still, the heat and the curiosity would not ebb. He bit his lip and practically twitched at every thrust and he heard a light hiss over his shoulder. Genesis practically moaned when Veld did. He giggled and pulled away from Sephiroth, taking his wrist to lead him back to the room. However, Sephiroth remained where he was, unsure of what to make of this feeling he had. Genesis frowned for a moment and tugged lightly on Sephiroth's wrist. Sephiroth only looked at Genesis, his eyes glowing brightly in the darkness, the jade glazed over with the new light of arousal.
"What do you think it feels like?" the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them, his thoughts put on display. "I-I mean…"
Genesis watched the innocent confusion roll over his new friend's features and he smiled at him. "What am I to do with you, Seph. Come on, back in to the room with you."
Sephiroth cast one last look at the room before allowing himself to be led back to his bedroom. Once inside, Genesis closed the door and flipped the lock. The redhead let out a long sigh.
"Woo, that was more fun than it should've been. Angie always said I was a creeper," he said with a laugh that quickly died when he saw Sephiroth's hunched over posture. A look of confusion was all over his flush face and his parted lips tried to form words to describe what he was feeling to himself. Genesis bit his bottom lip and went to kneel in front of his silver haired friend. "Don't tell me you're beating yourself up over seeing your precious 'uncle' perform? You're not even related."
Sephiroth shook his head not really trusting his voice. Genesis furrowed his brow and he looked at the floor. He worried his lip with his teeth in thought. "You meant that question before, didn't you?"
Sephiroth silently nodded. "I didn't mean for it to come out, but I'm very curious. I've never seen Vincent look so relaxed and…happy."
"Well, its sex. Good sex turns the most cold-hearted bastards into contented pussycats. Well hell, a good masturbation session will do that to you but that's just no…Seph, have you ever touched yourself?"
Sephiroth arched his brow. "Masturbate? No, I didn't see a reason for it when arousal can be taken care of with a shower. I don't even understand the point of sex."
"Well now, pushing fifteen and haven't had the talk yet. Then again, me and Angie had to learn as we went."
"You and Angeal? You mean?"
"Well, I'm not called fag for nothing! Yes, Angie and I mess around but we haven't done it like Vincent yet. He said he had a reason for not just doing me already but it ain't because I'm fifteen and he's seventeen. I mean Angie's had sex loads of times, more often since he moved here to Midgar, the city of debauchery. "
Sephiroth shook his head in disbelief. "You're older than me?"
"All that serious talk and that's what you balk at. Of course I'm older than you! Wasn't it obvious?"
Sephiroth stared at him blankly.
"So I'm scrawnier than the average teen and you're taller than me! Who gives a hoot! At least I'm not naïve about something as simple as jacking off!"
"Not like it's survival knowledge!" he argued.
"Trust me, it totally is!" Genesis dug around his overnight bag and pulled out the piercing kit. "How about I give you a taste of what your Vincent and my Angeal do to their lovers."
"And how would that work?" Sephiroth asked hesitantly. His curiosity was really working overtime tonight.
Genesis smiled and opened the kit. Taking the silver gun from the pack, he crawled onto Sephiroth's lap so that he towered about him. The silver haired boy automatically held Genesis waist to steady him there. The redhead winked and carefully brushed back the beautiful silken bangs. He marveled at the look and feel of it sliding back from that perfect face.
"Goddess gave you starlight for hair," Genesis whispered as he ran his fingertips over Sephiroth's scalp. He laughed a little when Sephiroth's eyes rolled and he tilted his head at the feeling. He was sure that if the boy was a cat he'd be purring. "You trust me, Seph?"
Hooded jade eyes looked up at him. "You haven't killed me yet. Why?"
"I told you, I'm going to deflower your ears tonight," he said getting comfortable. "Hold me closer?"
Sephiroth did as he was asked though he wasn't sure why. That strange feeling he had in Angeal's apartment was coming back and coupled with the feeling of mild arousal, it made for a strong cocktail of unexplainable emotions. He had one hand pressed flat to Genesis bony back while his arm was wrapped around the girlish waist. The redhead made sure his left ear was uncovered by pushing all of the quicksilver hair to one side. His finger tips brushed up the long pale neck of his companion and watched Sephiroth shiver and tighten his hold on him. Genesis didn't know why he was so interested in someone he'd only known for one day, but the need to become closer, to become part of the silverette's world was stifling.
"Angie always says that the first time hurts," he said pressing himself against Sephiroth. "But such pain," he gently kissed the exposed skin of his throat up to his jaw line. Sephiroth shuddered and his heart pounded in is chest. "Such hurt," Genesis ground his hips against Sephiroth's, his breath hitching at the feel of their clothed arousal's rubbing together. He leaned close to that perfect ear and whispered. "Can be turned into such pleasure."
When the gauge and Genesis teeth went into this flesh, Sephiroth was defenseless against the rush of heat that hit him. It happened so quickly he couldn't stop the gasp/moan that escaped his lips. His eyes saw white for a moment and he didn't register that Genesis had pulled the gun away and was replacing it with something else. Genesis weight left him and he tried to blink away the spots from his eyes. He shook his head a few times hoping to clear his vision.
"All done," he heard Genesis say. "Come on, have a look."
When his vision finally went back to normal he noticed two things: one, his pants were uncomfortably tight; two, a mirror was in front of his face and he could clearly see the Valkyrie wing in his ear; three, Genesis was suddenly the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. On impulse he grabbed Genesis's wrist and yanked him back into his lap. He hissed when they connected but didn't let it hinder him as he pulled the redhead down to kiss him. Genesis didn't fight, he allowed the clumsy untrained mouth to dominate his, offering small motions and flicks of his tongue to guide him. This was the way it should be and Genesis was happy to be right where he was.
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Sephiroth woke when the burn of hunger jerked him from sleep. His vision was obscured by strands of red, brown and ginger. His body was weighed down by the thin frame of Genesis. The body on top of him shifted and nuzzled into his neck. This marked the morning after his first make-out session. It had been warm, wet, and strangely fun. The kind of fun he had tormenting Vincent when he hadn't slept for more than two or three hours. Speaking of..
Sephiroth gently moved Genesis off of him and laid him in bed. The redhead curled around Sephiroth's pillow and Sephiroth covered him in a blanket. Yawning and scratching his tangled hair he left the room to go to Vincent's room. It couldn't be any later than four or five in the morning so he wasn't surprised when he found Veld slipping out of the room with his uniform on. Sephiroth leaned against the wall and smirked at the man. Veld paused at the sight of the teenager and adjusted his tie.
"You'll tell Vincent he has to be in for eight?"
Sephiroth nodded. "How was your night?" his smirk widened when the faintest blush came over Veld's cheeks.
"It was nice, I suppose. I'll see you later, Sephiroth. Tell your friend I said goodbye," he blabbered and quickly left.
Sephiroth shook his head and went into Vincent's room as quietly as he did the other morning. However, he had no evil intent. He simply walked over to the bed and climbed onto it. Vincent shifted over showing that he was not in a dead sleep as he appeared. He never was when people spent the night, though Sephiroth never knew why. The boy took a comfortable position next to the lazing man and lay down on the comfortable pillow.
"I hope you changed the sheets, Vince," he said.
"I always do," Vincent murmured tiredly. "You always come to talk after they leave. I've always wondered why that was."
Sephiroth shrugged. "I figured my company the morning after was better than theirs."
A dark chuckle fell from his lips. "I'll admit to feigning sleep so my partners leave quicker if you'll admit to spying at the door last night."
The boy froze, his eyes widened and the blush that spread over his face was fantastic. He didn't even know where to begin to explain himself. Instead, he opted with being cool about it though it was difficult with the heat on his face. "Genesis made me do it."
Vincent turned on his back and reached for the cigarettes on his nightstand. He sat up and lit up, inhaling the smoke with a soft sigh. "Unbelievably, I'm not angry with you."
"You're not?"
Vincent smirked. "No, I think you're at the right age to be peeping at adults, but if you spy on me again I'll put a bullet between your eyes, understood?"
"Yes, sir," he agreed quickly. He watched his "parent" take a long drag on the cigarette, his brain burning with questions that had been on his mind all morning.
Vincent gave him a side long glance and lifted his arm up. Sephiroth inched closer and laid his head across Vincent's lap with a relieved sigh. Vincent flicked the embers from his cigarette into his an ashtray Sephiroth had made him in Art class years ago. He rested back against his pillows and continued to smoke while using his free hand to absentmindedly comb through Sephiroth's shining locks. He took another drag and let the smoke seep from his mouth.
"You're friend is still asleep?"
"Yeah, we got to bed late."
Vincent smirked. "No doubt curiosity kept you awake. What did you do all night?"
Sephiroth averted his eyes. "None of your concern."
"Probably something a fourteen year old shouldn't be doing, then."
"We kissed alright," Sephiroth admitted. "We made out for the most part, but nothing happened."
Vincent nodded and put his cigarette butt in the ashtray. He turned back to Sephiroth and pulled the boy a bit further onto his lap so they could both be comfortable. "Thank you for being honest with me. What's on your mind?"
"What…" Sephiroth hesitated but then decided that if Genesis could be bold, so could he. "When you and Veld…well, when you and anybody have sex, does it ever hurt them?"
Vincent shrugged. "Hurt? I don't believe so. There's a lot of gray area on that term so be specific."
"Does it hurt them emotionally? Or does it make them happy?"
"I'm going to need another cigarette for this," Vincent murmured pulling his pack closer and slipping one out. "Why did this come up?"
"Because they always leave…and they never seem happy about leaving you."
Vincent lit up another and toyed with his lighter. "Kid, adults are complicated. When I choose a partner I look for those I can easily turn loose. Emotions aren't that important with those particular types. When adults like me and the people I bring home have sex, it is for simple gratification. Once its over, they know that they must go home and I have to go about my life. I'm not sure of the reason why they seem unhappy to you when they sneak out in the mornings, but I for one am glad when they're gone. None of those people make me happy Sephiroth."
"And Veld?"
"What about him?" Sephiroth gave him a blank stare. "Heh, with Veld its complicated, but yes, I suppose he brings me some form of contentment."
"Then…are you keeping Veld?"
Vincent paused mid-smoke. He pulled the cigarette away from his lips. "Kid, if you're going to be asking questions like that at least be old enough to have a drink with your old man."
Sephiroth gave a small smile. "Ya ain't my old man."
"Make sure you remember that. And get Cid's trash talking out of your mouth. Get up kid, I have to be in for eight so I wanna plan your surprise without you hanging all over me."
Sephiroth's brows rose. "Surprise? Vince, you know you don't have to do anything."
"You say that every year, and every year I still manage to do something. Its your birthday Sephiroth, you'll get what I give."
Sephiroth sat up and slid off the bed. "Just saying, you don't have to. I don't need it." You've done more than enough. "Just don't work yourself into the ground old man."
Vincent watched him walk out, his red eyes lit up from the fire on the tip of his cig. Once the boy was gone, he smiled and snapped his lighter open and closed. "You're adopting more and more of my flaws, Sephiroth." A quick glance at the clock made him frown. "Dammit…I haven't slept."
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Lady ShinRa stared at the ceiling trying to ignore the painful light being shined in her damaged eye. Her body was drugged so that she had no reflexes. Hojo carefully removed the needle from the white of her eyes and checked his handy work. He brushed her cheek apologetically and moved to dispose of the needle. She didn't even twitch.
"My apologies, I'll give you back your will. I know how much you hate a loss of control my dear."
"Have you gotten the test result back?"
"I did," he replied filling another needle. "The fact that you trust me with your body more than your husband is both flattering and a treat." He injected the liquid into the crook of her arm. "Though I believe your disinterest in sexual stimulation maybe a factor in that."
Lady ShinRa sat up once feeling returned to her body. She finger combed her hair so that it fell back over her Mako treated eye. "I stopped being interested in that sort of thing after this company took off and I saw what kind of man I had married. Speaking of not getting what we bargained for, how is Lucrecia?"
Hojo's hands paused in their record keeping. "…my dear, you ask a question with no discernable answer. Lucrecia is what she has always been."
Lady ShinRa put a cigar to her lips. "That's why I like you. A lesser man would've shot the faithless bitch or it least reign her in."
Hojo snatched the cigar from her lips. "You'll enjoy these no longer. Its bad for your development and his."
"You mean?"
"The procedure worked. A child conceived without actual intercourse. If I had known I could make such an achievement, I would've cut Lucrecia loose along time ago for a more suitable specimen. I had one right in my grasps but, well that was a long time ago."
Lady ShinRa eyed Hojo while sticking a piece of gum in her mouth. Professor Kanaye Hojo was one of the best scientists ShinRa had to offer and he knew it. The good doctor had long ago been the first to experiment with the J-cell/Mako combination before he had ever brought the needle anywhere near Lucrecia. Because of that, he had not aged in the fifteen years Sephiroth had been on this earth. She was on the only one who knew that the man was well into his forty's but she couldn't remember his exact age. Still, despite his attitude making him appear undesirable to the common man, the old heads like herself knew something good when they saw him. Hojo was highly intelligent, sophisticated, and pleasantly old fashion. His Northern Wutai features were hard, angular like he'd been chiseled with the worries of the world. His hair, thanks to Lady ShinRa's urging about employee appearance, was held back in a smooth ponytail between his shoulder blades leaving a few strands to dangle in his face. Eyes blacker than the pits of hell to others were nothing but soft obsidian to those who knew him for what he was. Lucrecia had made him cold, made him distrustful of others, made him believe that any woman, or man for that matter, on this earth was not worth the salt of his genius and there were times where she worried for the sanity of her friend from the betrayal of his wife and the estrangement of his son. After all, Sephiroth was the only good thing that had come out of that marriage. The fact that Hojo had willingly allowed Sephiroth to be taken into Vincent's home was a compliment to the gunman that he didn't even realize. She knew that Hojo would cut off his own scalping arm before ever allowing a project to be in the hands of someone less competent than him. All this reflection led to the fact that while Hojo was revered and respected as ShinRa's lead scientist beside Gast, he was alone at the top.
Hojo looked back over his shoulder at her with measuring eyes. "Is there something you needed, Lady ShinRa? To be eying me like that, I may get the wrong signal."
She pushed her hair over her shoulder. "Just reflecting on how alike we are. So everything is going according to plan? Meaning at some point I will have to lie with the bastard in order for this to be believable."
"Oh there's no doubt that he will want DNA test regardless, however, congratulations is in order," he smiled almost cruelly.
"Maricella won't like this," she muttered with an amused smile.
"Lazard is illegitimate; he will never be considered for head of the company."
"If push comes to shove, I'll have the bitch terminated. No amount of leg spreading will make Reginald listen to her over me."
"Of course not. Powerful women make a man's constitution weak."
She slid off of the examination table. "Ha, and you assured me it was a boy as well."
"My findings are always sound."
She began to change out of the scrubs and didn't even flinch at Hojo's eyes on her body. She knew by now that Hojo watching her meant that he was considering the types of experiments and breakthroughs he could achieve on what he called "glorious specimen of the female form."
"I trust you, Hojo. I'm the only one who does anymore."
Hojo chuckled, a soft closed mouth sound. "Congratulations, Elloria ShinRa. You are now in possession to the only heir to the ShinRa empire. Try not to smoke him into extinction."
"How can I repay you for your good work, Kanaye?"
"I require nothing but your continued financial support."
"How tactless of you! By the way, Vincent is planning on taking Sephiroth to Costa De Sol with him. You should give them both a check up before allowing them to leave the city. Who knows what that amount of fresh sea air will do to the poor kid."
"Having breathed in nothing but smog, it can do nothing but help. However, I will give your guard dog a call. Its almost time for Sephiroth's monthly survey anyway. Lucrecia will be pleased." He sounded bitter at the last part. "Its been a while since Vincent graced her presence."
Lady ShinRa buttoned the last button on her business suit. "Did you ever love your wife?"
"What are you babbling about, my lady?" he said calmly, giving her a prescription paper. "I never stopped."
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A/N: I know a lot of people don't like it when Hojo is humanized but you have to understand that events didn't proceed as they did in the game. AU means that some things drastically change. I kinda felt Hojo's madness with Jenova was agitated by Lucrecia leaving him. Since she never left, you can see the madness develop slower and get a glimpse of what he was like as a scientist rather than a mad man. After all, in Final Fantasy VII EVERYONE started out as something else. Either way, I hope you've enjoyed. Next up, we meet Angeal for real this time and Vincent gets to handle a quick mission in the slums before vacation bringing a very important character into the works. Next one is called "Fish in a Trap." Please Review! They help me know where you love it, where you hate it, and it keeps me writing. I'm having a LOT of fun with this. I hate to admit but this one is more fun than my other stories. But it doesn't mean i will abandon them. This just means this one will get updated quicker as long as the reviews stay steady! After all, I write for my entertainment and yours! ^ ^
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