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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
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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, voice actors.

His personal incinerator was nothing more than an access to the larger one, apparently. I saw a digitized panel that read the status of all other hatches in the enormous building.
�Fire destroys most everything,� Hojo said throwing the case down and putting his foot upon it. �In this case it�s probably only going to destroy the shell of the creature inhabiting the doll. Do not allow any vapor to enter your body, understand?�
I nodded vigorously, putting my arm over my nose and stepping back a few feet. No problem. I wouldn�t come within leagues of the damned doll if I had my way. The moment I saw even a tendril of fog coming near me, I�d cut and run; to hell with making nice with Shin-Ra�s mad scientist.
I watched, amazed and awed as Hojo just opened the case and hefted the writhing, snarling doll. It bared its teeth at him. He chuckled. �Vicious little thing, aren�t you?� he posed to it, looking amused at its vitriol. �But, I�m certainly stronger than you. Pick a human host next time.�
It made me sick. It made me want to run far, far away. I�d never look at a child�s dolly the same way again.
Hojo opened the hatch and showed the doll the roaring flames inside. It�s rhinestone eyes widened in terror. It thrashed anew, apparently quite afraid of the fate Hojo had in store for it. �Don�t like fire?� Hojo taunted. He thrust the creature inside the pipe and let go. �Burn anyway,� he said lowly.
I heard it screaming. I clamped my hands over my ears to stop up the sound, but it leaked in. Shrill, piercing, it seemed to slice my eardrums.
Suddenly, Hojo blocked my view of the incinerator. He took me by the shoulders and guided me back out into the narrow hallway ahead of him. �No need to stay around and wallow in it,� he said, slamming the steel door behind us. The flashlight came on. �The spirit inside will find a new host, possibly, but I imagine it will be kilometers away from here. The blowers propel waste for quite a distance.�
In no time I found myself back in his office. He shut the hidden door, turning to fix me with his light-lacking eyes. �I trust you�ll remain quiet about my secret door?�
Yes, I mouthed.
�I�ll accept your word. Break it and you won�t like my wrath,� he informed.
I shook my head.
He smiled. �I believe you,� he said quietly. He passed me, walking to his desk to pick up a pack of cigarettes. Shaking one out, he put it between his lips and lit it from a match I hadn�t seen him take up at all. Inhaling, he threw his head back and released a plume of blue smoke. The sight of him, casually smoking while covered in blood, made nightmare fuel on par with the doll. �You�re an exceptional start, Miss Grey,� he said, looking at the ceiling. �I�m more than pleased with you.�
I hated that I liked his praise. I just hated it. Still, I basked in it. I felt the glow of his endorsement touch me to my depths. I stumbled to his closest chair and sat in it, staring at the carpet. His long, strong legs appeared in my sight. I looked up, up and up into his poreless face.
His hand came out. I closed my eyes, feeling his fingers touch my hair.
�I think you have a case of Captor�s Syndrome, my dear,� he said in the softest tone. �Either that or you required some direction before I ever got a hold on you.�
And what should I say to that? I just continued to meet his eyes, losing myself in those black, bottomless depths.
He smiled at me. �I suppose I can handle it,� he said. �Are you ready to eat breakfast?�
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We changed clothes and he took me to the cafeteria for breakfast.
I noticed that Hojo and his team of workers were eschewed by the rest of Shin-Ra personnel. I encountered that same prejudice, receiving my tray with a surly thrust and unfriendly snarl. I sat beside my informal master, taking up my utensils and trying to not betray how alienated I felt.
�It�s best if you don�t try to examine the meat too closely,� he said, poking at the grey lump on his tray with his fork. �I�m not entirely convinced we aren�t eating people, here.�
I stabbed my food a few times to convince myself it wouldn�t move. He laughed quietly. In a few minutes I had a salad in front of me. �Eat up,� Hojo urged, taking a big bite of reddish pasta. �It isn�t good, but it�s nourishing. They put so many supplements in the grub that it�s impossible not to maintain your health.�
I fed myself, looking at him out of the corner of my eye. Hojo ate with decorum, seemingly unconcerned with the suspicious stares and hateful glares around him. Suddenly, I felt protective of him. He could be no worse than any of these other Shin-Ra ass-wipes, yet, he was targeted.
What did they think? I knew the SOLDIER program to be entirely dependant upon his efforts.
I finished quickly and sat on the alert, provoked to guard over Hojo in mind only. I knew it was silly, I knew it was futile, and I even knew I was being stupid, but it didn�t matter. I felt angry and easily goaded.
Displacement, my mind whispered.
He finished eating and lit a smoke, ignoring the protests and snarls of non-smokers all around him. I noticed many of his lab personnel followed his example, despite the complaints of their peers.
Perhaps twenty minutes passed. Hojo placidly smoked his way through two more cigarettes. In that time his tray was collected and his coffee given. He stirred it absently, his long, strong fingers manipulating the spoon with inattentive grace. He dropped his lighter. I picked it up and put it on the table. He favored me with a smile that betrayed his mind lay elsewhere.
He didn�t take a single sip of his coffee.
I followed when he left the pubic room, keeping up with his stride only by applying myself. His unusual gait actually made a very swift walk.
�Most of the time I don�t believe you�ll find working with me very exciting,� he said conversationally as we exited the building into bright sunlight. He plowed right between two, burly SOLDIERs, who looked close to anger until they saw who he was. I bypassed them, quickly. �You aren�t trained in science, so my mastery of it will go over your head,� he went on, glancing to see if I was even close to him.
I nodded. I could believe his summation even though he delivered it along it with his large ego. I noticed he tended to walk bent over while thinking, his hands behind his back. But, if just talking, he held himself as straight as a plumb line.
�And, we don�t get a lot of devil dolls,� he said. �I really expect your mind to wander until you get used to what I need from an assistant. Try to control your daydreaming.�
His gall amazed me.
�I see you aren�t afraid of a little blood, which is good, but keep in mind many diseases spread through blood. I know Jenson�s medical history, so you�re safe. I keep records of all of my staff and they take a routine screening every month.� He paused at a water fountain and looked at it. �I wonder how many people have had their mouths on this?� he posed. Still, he depressed the foot pedal and bent to the stream. His long, hanging locks draped into the water to gracefully swirl near the drain.
I watched his throat work. Thinking he must not have a spare bit of flesh anywhere, I felt struck by his unassuming sensuality. He wore glasses that somewhat hid him in a strange way, for they weren�t big enough to pose a real obstacle to viewing his face. His hair, neatly pulled back, would probably look better hanging free.
I looked for a wedding ring and didn�t see one. He didn�t have any jewelry except for his watch, which looked like the kind of thing a deep sea diver would wear. I could bet it was impervious to a lot of things, if he wore it.
�I screened your blood this morning,� he went on. �I always do it since I can�t get diseases anymore.� He stood fully, looking down at me. �You�re very healthy, Miss Grey, if undernourished. Did you know you�re a universal donor?�
I shook my head to the negative. Nice to know, though. I wondered why he couldn�t get diseases. Maybe it had something to do with his unusually youthful body.
�Yes. I�m a universal recipient, myself. It wouldn�t be safe for me to share my blood, though.� He started walking again.
I so wished I could throw him questions. I had a feeling he�d answer nearly anything I asked. He didn�t consider me threat enough to choose his words carefully.
We passed a large group of SOLDIERs. One of them wolf-whistled at me. Hojo stopped dead. Turning, he found the guilty party. �Ah, recruit 49879023-64,� he said. �It�s time for your check-up. Follow us.�
The man paled. One of his friends groaned. �Oh, come on, Professor,� he protested for his buddy�s sake. �We were just going out into town.�
�Out to drink, recruit 76619441-97?� Hojo asked, a slow and dangerous smile twisting his lips. �Why don�t you come along with us too? You�re due for a mako shot.� He looked at the rest of the group and they scattered like buckshot, not even attempting a dignified retreat.
�Very good,� Hojo said in an absent voice as soon as the two men fell into step behind me.
�I just whistled at her,� the first man muttered under his breath. �Is that a crime?� I barely heard him, but Hojo, who walked in front of me, also heard.
�Yes,� he said distinctly, his voice cold and sharp like arctic wind. �I rarely explain myself, Johnson, but hear me. If I don�t make an example out of you, Miss Grey will have no choice but to hear whistles and cat-calls anytime she shows her face outside the labs. I don�t let you slack-jawed slabs of meat harass my staff, understand?�
He really, really didn�t like his personal group of people getting flack. Territorial�
�Keep quiet, Johnson,� the man�s friend hissed.
�I understand,� Johnson said, sounding cowed.
�I understand, sir,� Hojo clarified, still not slowing his stride or looking around.
�I understand, sir,� Johnson said quickly.
�Good boy,� Hojo commented. �Only two hours on the treadmill, I think.�
I thought back again to what he�d promised me in exchange for my services. Feed, clothe, protect�
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