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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.

Hojo�s door chime sounded at nine o�clock. I put my book down and went to it. �Who is it?� I demanded.
�President Shinra.�
I opened the door. The man stood quite alone. He made as if to enter and I threw my arm out, blocking his path. Drawing up short, he looked down at me in surprise.
�He�s asleep,� I said. �He will remain asleep.� I spoke lowly.
Shinra smirked. �Has a little guard dog, I see.� He leaned close to my arm but I still didn�t remove it. Losing the smile, he frowned at me. �I need to talk to him.�
�You will let him sleep,� I said. �Do you know what he was up doing all night long?�
Shinra blinked. �Operating?�
�Exactly. He didn�t finish until after three this morning and he�s tired.�
�But, I need to talk to him,� Shinra repeated, trying to break past my arm.
I pulled out the electrical disruptor and pointed it at him. �He works very hard for you,� I stated. �You will let him sleep.�
Shinra looked from the gun to me. �What is that thing?�
�A disruptor. It will make you pass out, but not before you shit yourself.� I waved him back out into the hallway. �I promise your talk can wait until my master is awake and aware.�
�Holy Ifrit,� Shinra swore, obeying my prompt. Back like a ramrod, he pivoted to glare down at me. �It will only take five minutes!�
�Then what�s your rush?� I closed the door on him and locked it.
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Hojo awoke well after one o�clock. As soon as I heard him stirring, I went into the bedroom and hovered at the bedside. He gave a little groan, opening his eyes slowly. Seeing me, he flexed and sat. Victoria,� he mumbled sleepily. �What time is it?�
�One thirty-five,� I told him.
He shook his head. �Really?�
�Yes.�
�Baby Shinra must be sick.� He slid his lean frame from the bed.
�That goes without saying, sir,� I replied. God, he had a beautiful body, hidden tentacles and all. �What can I do for you first?�
Hojo rubbed his eyes, swaying slightly. �Mix me a whisky and caffeinated dark soda,� he said, yawning. �It�s after noon.�
Smiling, I went into his office. How he dealt with his little aches and pains was no business of mine.
By the time I finished, Hojo came out. Wearing only a pair of drawstring pants, he shuffled into the room with a cigarette dangling off his bottom lip. Hair completely tossed and badly needing a shave, he presented a completely natural picture that made me as hot as it did amused. Movements languid, he lit his smoke from the desk lighter and inhaled sharply.
Ah, the morning of a nicotine junkie.
Sleepy, disheveled, sensual Hojo was a potent thing to watch.
He spied the stack of mail Michael had brought in an hour ago. Fishing out a letter opener, he slit the first envelope. Smoke went into his eyes. Blinking furiously, he stared at the manila paper as if it held hieroglyphs instead of script.
His door chimed.
�What?� He barked it so suddenly and sharply I jumped.
�It�s Rufus.�
�For fuck�s sake,� Hojo muttered. �Come in,� he announced louder.
Rufus Shinra looked at me first, his eyes narrowing. Then, he looked toward Hojo. �You look like shit,� he declared. �I guess your little watch dog was right; you needed sleep.�
Hojo�s eyes didn�t go to me, but I felt his shift in attention. �Indeed,� he said. �Excuse my lack of eloquence, but what the fuck do you want?�
As Shinra scowled, I pressed Hojo�s drink into his hand.
�I wanted to talk to you about your abduction team,� he said. �Why are they out?�
�They�re finding someone to abduct,� Hojo grunted. �That�s what they do.�
�We usually reserve them for specific targets,� Shinra countered. �I need paperwork.�
�I�ve already sent it,� Hojo said. �Get a secretary, for Shiva�s sake. Get a man so you can keep him awhile.�
Shinra�s eyes coasted over Hojo�s body, then mine. �Under advisement,� he muttered. �What about those look-alikes you took blood from in Sector Eight? Did they show any abnormalities?�
�They were perfectly ordinary people with excellent plastic surgery,� Hojo told him, taking a long drag off his smoke. �I sent that paperwork, too.�
�I�m starting to see a pattern,� Shinra said. �You get enough sleep and you�re hateful. Deprive you and you�re calm.�
�Don�t make me put this letter opener in your neck, Rufus.�
�Fine. Going.� Shinra walked out.
�Interfering, unimaginative, slack-jawed jackanape,� Hojo muttered.
I tried to hide a laugh and ended up in a coughing fit. Hojo turned his now alert eyes to me. �What�s so funny?� he asked, lips twitching.
�Jackanape,� I replied, freshening the drink he rapidly consumed. �It�s an old word.�
�I�m an old man.�
�No one would ever know it except by your speech.�
�Speech is often more than enough to condemn a man.� Hojo slugged back his fresh drink and set the glass down. �How did you get past Michael and into the lab last night?�
�He made the mistake of locking the door from this side.�
�Ah.� Hojo chuckled. �Clever of you to test it.� He threw the rest of his mail in the floor and sat on the edge of his desk. �No screaming fits and no questions?�
�You can change their shape, can�t you?� I asked, or rather, blurted.
�Applied your new knowledge well, I see,� he replied. �Yes, I can.�
�May I see one?�
His eyes drifted a moment. �Are you certain?�
�Yes.�
A long, light green appendage inched around him, slender and willowy like a vine. It picked up his glass and brought it to his mouth. I came a little closer. �May I touch?�
The tentacle dropped the glass, shot out, wrapped around my wrist and tugged me toward him. It felt dry and supple, very smooth. I used my other hand to stroke down the length of it, watching him shudder. �Did that hurt?� I asked, fearful.
�Oh no,� he breathed. �It felt good. I�ve never had someone touch one.�
�You touched me intimately with several of them,� I countered, keeping my voice quiet and non-combative.
�That was me touching you; it�s different.� Hojo summoned a few more of the green feelers. They came toward me slowly. I stood still as one dipped into my pants. �Good girl,� he said lowly. �Nothing in my way at all,� he said, referring to my lack of underwear.
I knew he tested my nerve. I knew this and it didn�t help. Not knowing what he would do combined with what I hoped he would do, sent my body and brain into total paralysis. And, those� tentacles. Something deep inside me recoiled from them, yet they were strangely attractive. It didn�t help that I knew what they could do.
He caressed my legs, wrapping the strong, flexible round muscles in a coil. I reminded myself this was Hojo touching me and I relaxed. Yes, the tentacles felt nothing like his hands, but the touch, the method, remained the same. Careful, powerful, and attentive.
�So yielding,� he murmured, �so submissive. You know I won�t hurt you, don�t you, my dear?� More of his unique appendages wrapped around me. I heard fabric tearing. My clothes fell shredded onto the floor. �No, I�ll always be very careful with you, sweet little pet.�
Alien arms tipped me into familiar ones. I straddled his hips, my pelvis to his groin. Feeling my eyes widen, I looked up into Hojo�s gently smiling face.
�Not even really afraid yet,� he mused. �Just a bit unsettled, aren�t you?�
�Yes, sir,� I answered. I reached for the closest appendage, compelled by some force to handle it.
Hojo�s eyes fluttered closed as I stroked. The more I handled him, the harder and larger his cock swelled underneath me.
Was it my acceptance that turned him on or did he had very sensitive tentacles?
He suddenly withdrew them. �Naughty,� he commented. �Naughty, but encouraging.�
I smoothed my hands over his skin, not feeling even a ripple. �How do you just bring them out and put them away at will?� I asked, twisting to try to look at his back.
�I can feel the ability,� he answered. �That�s the best way to describe it.� His hands cupped my ass and he stood, getting off the desk with me wrapped around his torso. Gently, he untangled us and set me down. �I shouldn�t have rendered you naked when I know I can�t take advantage of you. Now, I�m in pain.� Walking past, he headed for the bedroom, no signs of tentacles on his back. �I�m cleaning up for work; I have a few duties I can�t avoid today. Get dressed. I want you with me.�
I followed, feeling a bit irritated. I had dressed already and he�d ruined it.
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