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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
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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.

I followed him, clipboard and recorder in hand. He walked fast, as per usual, his hands behind his back and his head bowed. I recognized this as his �thought� mode, the place he put himself in when he distanced himself from the mundane. He probably had terribly deep thoughts going on right now.
God, I admired that.
�Hojo,� Rufus greeted as we approached the cells. His eyes flicked to me, to my neck, which I could feel still bled sluggishly. �Miss Grey,� he said respectfully.
�Mr. President,� I answered in my most polite tone. �You look well.�
Hojo, not paying any attention to either of us, lit a smoke and stared through the reinforced glass walls of the cell. �He�s pathetic,� he stated, referring to the prisoner. �What have you done, starved him?�
�Yes,� Rufus admitted. �He hasn�t eaten in days.�
�Hmm,� Hojo said, taking a syringe from his lab coat. He held it to the fluorescent light. A press of his thumb made a squirt of clear fluid jet. �Stay here, Miss Grey,� he said, not giving me his full attention. ��Mr. President, I�m entrusting you to ensure her safety.�
�I�m on my best behavior,� Rufus murmured.
�I know.� Hojo opened the door and stepped inside. �I�ll kill you if you touch her.� He shut the door.
I put my back to the door, studying the president of the world�s most powerful company. �Mr. Shinra,� I murmured.
�Miss Grey,� he replied. Once again his eyes dropped to my neck. �Having fun with your master?�
I smiled. �Oh yes,� I answered.
�You�re bleeding,� he replied.
�I�m not surprised.�
I heard screaming behind us. Turning, I lifted the clipboard, engaged the intercom and hit record on my portable.
�I told them everything I know!�
�Somehow, I don�t believe it.�
Feeling sick, I watched Hojo throw his empty needle to the side.
�What do you want?� Mr. Still demanded, shrinking against the far wall.
�Answers,� Hojo replied. From his pocket he drew latex gloves. He put them on slowly. �You have two choices, Mr. Still. You can give us the names of the people you work for, or you can stay silent. One will allow you your life; the other will grant you blissful death. Which will it be?�
�I-.�
�Quicker than that,� Hojo chastised. His fist lashed out. The man fell, his jaw shattered.
�Does he hit you that way?� Shinra asked. He stood right behind me.
�He doesn�t need to,� I answered. �I give him whatever he wants.� I patched the recorder into the intercom, thankful it wouldn�t document my conversation with the younger Shinra. �I give the professor whatever he wants,� I stressed again.
�But, why?� Shinra moved closer. �He�s never had a real shortage of pussy, which confounds me. What�s he got that I don�t?� He put his hand on the wall beside the intercom panel. I sensed he had tons more complaints to vocalize over Hojo.
I spared him a glance. �You�re handsome, Mr. President,� I said. �You�re powerful and able to get whatever you want.� I looked through the glass at Hojo, who held the prisoner up by his shirt lapels. �It isn�t a matter of comparison.�
�Then tell me what he does for you,� Shinra asked in a whisper. �At this point I wouldn�t just dispose of you, Miss Grey.�
�I believe you,� I murmured. �But, I already belong to Professor Kanaye Hojo.� I smiled and shrugged. �As for what he does for me?� I smiled even more broadly. �I�ll let him inform you.�
�He won�t,� Shinra groused.
�He would if you�d be polite.� I averted my eyes from the brutality inside the cell. �Don�t assume, Mr. President.�
Shinra glanced inside and blanched. �He�ll get the answers,� he said quietly.
�He will,� I averred. My stomach rebelled at the cruelty I saw, but I could not flinch. I just couldn�t show any weakness in front of Rufus Shinra. �My master is entirely capable.�
�You�re awfully loyal for being his property less than two weeks,� Shinra commented.
I smiled. Men were the basest creatures on the planet. �My master is persuasive and powerful,� I murmured. �He�s very good to me. For everything I give up, he gives something back.� And, this was very true. Hojo treated me well and reciprocated gestures of generosity.
�Like what?� Shinra sounded genuinely interested. He leaned against the wall, blocking my view. He didn�t seem to realize his obstruction.
I looked at him dead on. I preferred it, actually, because if I looked ahead I would see Hojo brutalizing Mr. Still. �He would tell you himself if you would just give up your ego,� I told him.
�I don�t understand.� Shinra made a face. �What do you mean?�
�Do you want to thrill a woman, Mr. Shinra?� I asked point blank.
�Who doesn�t?� Shinra grinned. �A pleased woman is generous.�
The sound of a body hitting the wall made me flinch. I took a deep breath. I could not look. �For everything you take, you must give back,� I said. �Professor Hojo gives me security, protection, and even gentleness when I ask for it; what do you give?�
Shinra bit his lip. �Nothing like that,� he admitted.
�Don�t you want a mate?� I asked. �Don�t you want someone to stop the aching loneliness at night? Is it enough for you to fuck and toss women away?�
He looked at me as if I�d dropped from the moon. �How do you know I�m lonely?� he asked softly.
I felt sorry for him. �We�re all lonely,� I said gently. �I think we�re born that way, Mr. President.�
Shinra looked past me and into the cell a moment, his brilliant blue eyes troubled. �Hojo never seems lonely,� he murmured. �But, I guess his slaves help.�
Well. He wasn�t as stupid as I imagined.
�We�re all lonely,� I repeated. �Some of us more, some of us less. You�re lonely because you�re selfish and extremely powerful. It�s a tough combination to fight.�
He stared at me. �I can�t believe you just insulted me,� he said. �And, I can�t believe it didn�t make me mad.�
�I�m a psychiatrist, Mr. Shinra. If I wanted to I could make personal observations sound like compliments. I won�t, however, because it defeats the purpose of self-exploration.�
Shinra finally blinked. �You�re a shrink? Where did we pick you up?�
�Does it matter? Your men abducted me, took me from an established practice and injured me in the process. Now I will always be here, a slave.�
�Better a slave than dead,� he replied, a flicker of discomfort in his eyes. �But, I guess I can understand being Hojo�s slave is daunting. You should have chosen to come with me.�
�I would be dead, had that occurred, wouldn�t I?� I reminded him. �I believe you termed me �disposable pussy�.�
�Did I say that?� His eyes moved to the side. He shifted a little.
�She�s a captive and quite disposable; I see her slave collar,� I quoted. �Dates are easy; it�s the disposable pussy that�s difficult.�
Shinra sighed. �That sounds like me,� he admitted. �You remembered that?�
�In my position, wouldn�t you remember?� I didn�t bother to tell him about my excellent recall. �Have you ever had a psychiatric evaluation, Mr. Shinra?�
�No.�
�I�ll give you one, if you like, but my master will insist upon attending.� Wouldn�t hurt to offer. Perhaps his cruelty had deeper roots than self-indulgence. I suspected Hojo�s propensity to cruelty had deep roots as well.
�What�s your motive?� Shinra frowned in suspicion.
�It was my chosen vocation, Mr. Shinra; do you think Professor Hojo would be very happy if you took him out of his lab?�
�I guess not.� Shinra shrugged. �Set it up, then. I love to hear about myself, even the bad stuff.�
�Especially the bad stuff, because it reinforces your urge to self-indulge,� I pointed out. �You like to convince yourself you�re evil. True evil needs no convincing. Case in point, the man behind us currently beating a prisoner to death.�
Shinra backed up a step, actually looking afraid. �You don�t know what you�re talking about,� he said lowly.
�Don�t feel bad about it. You�ve obviously been raised on a steady diet of negative reinforcement and outright neglect. Most people find something to cling onto, to nurture for the sake of creating an identity. Your choices were limited.�
Shinra stopped frowning. Tilting his head, he gave me a long, judgmental look. �I can see why he wanted to keep you,� he muttered. �You�re just as brutal in your own way.�
�I won�t be kind. Compassion is for people who treat me humanely.�
�Humans are the unkindest creatures,� he argued, turning his attention to the door.
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