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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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- 4-4
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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.

�Hey, wake up, Vic!�
I opened my eyes to see Michael crouched before me.
�What?� I asked, feeling a little grumpy. He�d woken me from a great sleep.
�The master�s given us permission to go out and get our dinners,� he said. �But, we have to all go together. If you don�t go, he won�t let us go.�
Shit.
I stood up with difficulty, scanning the office. �Where is he?�
�In the lab. There was an accident in training ground five and he�s patching up a shit-ton of people.� Michael took a deep breath through his nose. �Oh my dear Ifrit,� he swore. �I�m not even attracted to you, but my nose is,� he laughed. �You and daddy rolling around together make for a potent scent. You�d better shower really quick or you�re going to attract poachers all evening.�
Blushing furiously, I gathered the sheet up around me and held my head up. He rolled around on the floor, laughing. I paused to give him a little kick. �Quit that,� I said scathingly, but I could feel a smile trying to curve my lips.
�Oh sure, sure,� Michael said, climbing to his feet. �Act the offended innocent. I know better; I helped you pick out riding crops and edible body paint.�
�Neither of which have come out of the box,� I defended, sweeping past.
He followed me. �No, but daddy�s been in your box,� he giggled.
�Shut up and find me an outfit,� I commanded, practically running into the bathroom to get away from him.
Quickly, I bathed, taking less than three minutes. Wrapping up in a towel, I poked my head out of the bathroom. Michael thrust a bundle at me. �Here. Respectable enough to not tick daddy off with jealousy, but enough to make him hot when you come home.�
�I�m not dressing entirely for him,� I complained, stepping into the skirt and zipping up the side. It was a sheath skirt with slits halfway up both sides, and black. I dropped the underwear and moved onto the black shirt.
�No underwear? Naughty.� Michael commented.
�He said no more underwear,� I confessed, blushing again.
�Sensible of him.� Michael looked critically at my breasts. �No bra? You�re going to swing those glass-cutters all over the place.
�I�ve got the chains on.�
�Ah. Also a new edict from daddy?�
�No. I just want to hang loose, Michael. Certainly you remember the urge!� I stepped into my shoes and dragged a comb through my hair after dropping the towel.
�I wasn�t big enough to worry about it.� Michael took the comb away from me. �Here, you�re butchering the way I layered that mane.�
He made swift work of setting my hair to rights, then picked up my makeup bag. �Stand still and I�ll fix you pretty. Quit squirming and stop glaring at me.�
�I hate paint.�
�I know you do. I�m doing this for me. Daddy says I have to act like you�re my female, and I�m not taking out a shady date.� Michael swept liner under my eyes and smudged it with his thumb. �You better be glad Rose isn�t the jealous type.�
�Michael, no offense, but I�d rather-.�
�Don�t say it.� Michael grinned. �I get your meaning.�
He primped me another few minutes, adding a medium red color to my lips and tweezing my brows. �Your blonde hair doesn�t show up very well when it grows wild, but damn,� he said. �You must look like a Cro-Magnon out in the sun.�
�Personal commentary can stop at any time,� I said, fighting not to wince. �You�re going to make me all red before we go out, Michael!�
�It�ll go away quick.� He plucked some more. �Look at this, beautiful! I�m going to make sure you keep tweezing.�
I wondered why the men in my life felt the need to �help� me. Hojo wanted me to forego underwear, shave my pussy and wear this collar. Michael wanted to improve my grooming.
�Okay, sweetie, you�re done. Damn, you look better. I should have done that a long time ago.�
�Stow it.� I grabbed my coat. �I�m ready. Let�s go.�
We left Hojo�s office and made a left at the end of the corridor instead of going straight into the lab. Michael pulled me toward a small service elevator in this strange corridor. Alison and Jean stood together just to the side, locked in an embrace I�d consider very suggestive in a public place but normal in this lab.
�So, where are we going?� Jean asked. �Bus only takes us the first fifteen miles in any direction.�
�Let�s pick up food at Shelby�s,� Alison said eagerly. �We all like that, even the master.�
�Yeah, he�ll probably be finished with those hard-luck cases by the time we get back,� Michael agreed. �Let�s go.�
As a tight group we left Shin-Ra grounds. Catching the bus just before it left, we quickly dominated the back. Jean and Alison proceeded to suck face the instant they sat, leaving Michael and I to either talk, ignore each other, or rudely stare at their entertainment.
�I wish I could bring Rose on these little expeditions,� he sighed. �But, she doesn�t understand what its like to belong to daddy. She�d just�make everyone else feel awkward.�
�So what?� I felt benevolent toward a sane, non-slave-inclined personality. �We�d get used to her, and she�d get used to us, wouldn�t she?�
�I�m not so sure. She doesn�t like the fact that I�ve got this collar anyway. She�s talking marriage and kids and I can�t do that while belonging to daddy.�
�Oh.� Well, that was awkward. �Maybe you could talk to Hojo and ask him to buy your freedom?�
�That�s the thing,� Michael began to squirm. �He means more to me than she does. See, he wouldn�t let me continue working for him if I did manage to convince him I wanted my freedom. It�s all or nothing with him. And, he�s more stable than Rose and does more for me.�
�So, you�re loyal,� I summated. �That�s okay, Michael.�
�Well, not really, Vic, because I�m going to run into the same problem no matter who I hook up with, unless I do like Jean and Alison there and keep to my race.�
I sighed. �I still think talking to him would help.�
�It probably would, but I don�t want to broach the subject yet.� Michael retreated to looking out the window, a frown on his face and a troubled look in his dark brown eyes.
A little while later we exited the bus in a flashy, tourist-y spot. We stood for a moment, comparing electrical disruptors, watches, and credit cards, laughing when Alison admitted she only had enough credit to buy three or four meals; she�d nearly maxed out with frivolous spending and Hojo�s gift.
�You guys in some sort of club?�
We turned to see a tall, thin man leaning against the alley wall, underneath a sign that said INK.
Michael winked at me. �Yeah,� he said, swaggering up to the spare stranger. �What gave it away?�
�You all gots the same bracelets,� he said, lighting a smoke. �If it�s that all-fired cool of a group, why don�t you get identical tats? Yous could lose a bracelet.�
Alison grabbed Jean�s arm. �Oh hell, let�s do it! I can go hungry.�
�But what kind of tattoo do we want?� Jean asked.
Michael began to grin. �Daddy�s from Wutai. They have characters instead of letters.�
�Michael, I got a piercing already today,� I said, starting to feel nervous. �I don�t need a tattoo.�
They all looked at me, even the cigarette-smoking stranger.
�What?� I declared. �A girl can get a piercing!�
Michael pulled us all into a huddle. �What do you guys think? We�re all in this or none.�
Jean shrugged. �I�ve already got ink; it doesn�t bother me one way or the other.�
Alison copied his motion. �I wouldn�t care to get the master�s stamp somewhere. I�m not ever leaving him, after all.�
Michael grinned. �I�d love to get a tattoo that made his lab assistants and staff crazy,� he said in an excited whisper. He looked at me. �What do you say, Vic?�
�We gots group rates!� the man shouted.
Expectant eyes stared at me.
I felt defeat.
�Fine,� I said. �But, nothing huge and garish, and I want to be able to hide mine.�
�Cool!�
We filed into the shop.
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