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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.

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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.

With Jean on one side and me on the other, Hojo approached a tight knot of men in dark blue suits that stood next to a ruined, smoking structure. Dead bodies lay everywhere. I looked at their faces, hoping I saw no one I recognized. I didn�t really expect to know any of these men, but one never knew who participated in Shin-Ra resistance.
�Professor Hojo,� a man greeted unenthusiastically. �We took two alive. They�re not in good shape, I�m afraid; we had to detonate the building. You�ll know them, I�m sure. Only spared these two because they�re on our take-alive list.�
Hojo spared the man one of his stone-face miens. �Jacobson,� he greeted. �I�m surprised you Turks know how to take someone alive.�
Jacobson smiled. �You really hate us, don�t you, Professor.�
�I�m not fond of you elite, hired guns, no,� Hojo replied, looking at his watch. �I only tolerate you because you have a few brain cells. Now, where are the captives?�
�Under the awning. One of them didn�t seem to like the sun very much. You�ll see why.� Jacobson rubbed his hands together. �I�ll get a bonus for taking these two. Too bad the rest of their usual team wasn�t present.�
Hojo�s sharp gaze took in the Turk. �You have a certain panache for your work, don�t you, Turk?�
�No more than you, sir,� Jacobson answered. �You might want to hurry: I think they�ll require stabilizing.�
�Thank you.�
We approached a section of building with aluminum siding sticking out over a ruined entryway. Three Turks with drawn guns watched us gain ground, turning mostly to face us.
�Thank you, gentlemen,� Hojo said. �Step back so I can get a look at them.�
I looked down. My heart gave a little lurch. There, lying on the ground, bleeding and unconscious, lay the blond man who�d passed us on the motorcycle during our trip to Indigo�s. Beside him lay a man about half-conscious, black hair matted in blood.
Hojo took one look and began to laugh. �Jacobson,� he called out. �You might want to stop counting on your bonus.�
The lead Turk came to us quickly. �What do you mean?� he demanded.
Hojo gave the blond a nudge with his foot. �Look-alikes,� he stated. �AVALANCHE has them planted all over the place to confuse people like you.� He took the collection�s kit and opened it, smiling.
�Are you certain?� Jacobson frowned. �They look exactly like their wanted flyers.�
�Jacobson, I helped create Vincent Valentine,� Hojo said, putting on a pair of latex gloves. �I did create Cloud Strife. I know when I�m looking at fakes.� He shook his head, still smiling. �The only use I�ll get out of these two is a blood samples. From the look of them they aren�t special at all.�
�Shit.� Jacobson pulled out a walkie-talkie. �I was going drinking tonight on my bonus.� He held his communications device up and hit a red button. �Pull out,� he ordered. �It�s a bust.�
�What do we do with their weapons?� someone asked.
�Dump �em. If the men are fake, so are their weapons.� Jacobson gave a great, tragic sigh. �Damn it, this really fucked up my day.�
�You might want to report to the President to start shaking down plastic surgery facilities,� Hojo said, bending to take a blood sample from the blond. �Get client lists and history. I suggest starting in the Midgar area before moving to the municipalities; this was expensive surgery these two had.� He put the blood vial in the kit and drew another slowly. �And, they�re dying, so there�s no need to hang around.�
�Well, hell,� Jacobson said. �I�m not calling a clean-up crew. Let the buzzards eat these guys.� He stomped away.
Hojo chuckled to himself, but I heard him. As soon as the blue-suits began loading back into their choppers, he moved on to take a blood sample from the half-conscious, black-haired man. �Don�t say I never did anything for you, Turk,� he said lowly. �And, be thankful Shin-Ra enlists morons these days.�
Jean scratched his head. �I don�t understand, sir,� he confessed as Hojo handed him a blood vial. �Why take samples from ordinary guys?�
�Because, Jean,� Hojo replied in a patient voice. �These aren�t ordinary men. I lied.�
We stood alone now, Turk-free.
Hojo put the blood away and drew out two syringes filled with green, glowing fluid. �Jean, you�re looking at two of Shin-Ra�s most-wanted, Cloud Strife and Vincent Valentine.� He bent and injected Strife at his neck. �I don�t know why they�re separated from their usual group.�
Jean frowned and scratched his head again. �But, they�re the enemy,� he said quietly, �sir.�
�So, why am I giving them mako and why didn�t I let the Turks pick them up,� Hojo finished for him. �Because, Jean, I like to keep the company on its toes.� He slid a needle into Valentine, meeting the man�s unusual, crimson eyes. �Surprised you�re still functioning, Turk,� he said to the man. �You and the clone need a mako shot every so many years. You weren�t aware Lucretia gave you mako, were you?�
Valentine tried to speak and failed. Gaze cloudy and unfocused, he let his head loll.
Hojo glanced at Jean. �See if you can find their weapons,� he said.
Jean ambled off, shaking his head.
�Yes, my little wife certainly wanted to make sure you were invulnerable,� Hojo continued, speaking to the dark-haired man again. �I suppose you�ll be better now that I�ve supplemented your needs.�
My mind boggled as I made an intuitive leap. Valentine was Hojo�s cuckholder; the man who he�d shot for his wife�s affair. And, Hojo meant to just let him go.
The scientist raised Valentine�s eyelid with his thumb, peering in. �You have your father�s eyes,� he murmured thoughtfully. �You can still breed, you know. If I felt a little more adventurous I�d take a sperm sample from you. The clone won�t breed true, but you will.�
Valentine groaned. �Fuck you, Hojo,� he managed.
�Talking already?� Hojo straightened. �That�s my cue to leave, then. You�ll be recovered soon and out for my blood.� He grinned. �I got yours, though,� he added, patting his collections kit.
Jean returned with a large sword and a triple-barrel gun. �These?� he asked Hojo.
Hojo nodded. �Looks like,� he answered. �Give them back to their owners. Come on; we should return to HQ.�
We loaded onto the chopper. Hojo clutched his collection�s kit to his side, smiling in a very pleased way.
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