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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, and voice actors.

I took those words to heart.
Later, when evening passed and none of us had eaten, Hojo took us out. Again he piled us into his low slung sports car and again we braved a road only the most suicidal felt comfortable traversing. With enlightened eyes I watched him smoothly take us past the worst, most horrible pile-ups. Bad traffic and instantaneous reactions to deadly threat didn�t bother the man at all.
�Isn�t it interesting,� Alison whispered in my ear, �our master has this car? Wouldn�t you have figured him for a limo or for a private Shin-Ra chopper?�
�Yeah,� I said back softly. �But, doesn�t it suit him?�
�Oh, shit yeah,� Alison answered, nodding. �I�ve been with him a year now and the suitability of this car with his personality just added up.� She paused to give me a frank appraisal. �You�re actually getting to do him, right?�
�In a matter of speaking,� I admitted. �But, sometimes I�m not sure who does who.�
Alison giggled. �He�s sooo sexy.� She cast a quick glance at the driver�s seat, making sure Hojo wasn�t watching us. �I love Jean and we�re getting married at the end of the month, if the master agrees to it, but, Shiva.� Alison shivered. �I envy you. I�ve always wanted one of his tentacles up my twat.�
I repressed a surge of primal lust. Just remembering that little interlude in the lab made me hot.
�He exceeds expectations,� I agreed diplomatically. �Hey, have you not asked to marry yet?�
�No, we were waiting for the right time.� Alison seemed to sigh. �I�m kind of scared to ask, truthfully; what will he do with us when we start a family? Even Jean is afraid to broach the subject.� She shook her head. �I�m only twenty-seven, and Jean is thirty. We could have kids and I do want children. I wouldn�t mind raising them with the master as our go-between at Shin-Ra, but if he wouldn�t agree to that I think I�d just not have any.�
I pitied her. In many ways being Hojo�s property outshined the sun, but in others there dwelt a grey area of uncertainty. I resolved to speak to Hojo about Alison�s predicament.
He took us to a little place completely packed full of people. If Indigo�s had rocked, this place rolled. Strobe lights flashed everywhere, setting my vision reeling. The music pounded. I smelled the sweat and perfume of hundreds of bodies. I tasted the fake fog in the back of my throat. Clutching onto Hojo�s sleeve, I let him lead me into a quieter annex. We slaves flanked him and walked toward the very back of the room.
Hojo began to pass out cards as we clustered around him. �A thousand apiece,� he said, doling plastic out like poker chips. �Be back here in an hour to eat and then you can go back to the gambling tables.�
�Awesome!� Alison grabbed a chair, dragged it close, and stood upon it. Throwing her arms out, she hugged Hojo and plastered a kiss to his cheek. In a flash she hopped down and disappeared into the noise and smoke, Jean in close tow. Michael ran after them, holding his card in the air like a torch. I looked at him.
He looked at me.
�Gambling not for you, my dear?� he asked softly.
�No, not really,� I answered truthfully. �And the music�s a little too fast for dancing.�
�Then join me in a few drinks and maybe an appetizer.� Hojo took me by the arm, leading me to a dimly lit bar in the back of our annex. �Do you like vodka?�
�Yes.�
�Good,� he said, smiling.
I sat beside him, taking a stool that looked as if three million asses had sat upon it before me. Hojo held up his hand and two drinks appeared on the bar before us in five seconds. I looked at the purple, glowing stuff with wide eyes.
�Purple Hooter,� Hojo announced. �Vodka, Chambord, and Sweet and Sour; go ahead. I think you�ll like it.�
I took a cautious sip. It tasted pretty good. I looked toward him. His snapping black eyes radiated amusement and secret pleasure. �Good?� he asked.
I nodded.
His eyes half-lidded.
�Are you quickly intoxicated or otherwise?� he asked.
I took another sip before answering. �I�ve got a good tolerance,� I admitted. �Or, I did. I�m not so sure now that I�ve been off my routine for a few weeks.�
�I see.� Hojo threw his hand up again. In a few minutes of quiet contemplation, a woman came out with a tray. She set a bowl and plate before me. I looked at the dozen shrimp, the pre-cracked crab legs with cocktail sauce and nearly had an orgasm right there. Schooling my face, I began to eat slowly. It wouldn�t do to show him how much I liked this.
�Do you really like these places or do you just take us to rowdy establishments because you think we do?� I asked suddenly.
Hojo grinned into his glass. �These places have their charm,� he replied. �The rest of my pets happen to love the young scene; they�re young.� He downed his drink. �Let me guess. You�re a classical music and wine sort of woman?�
�You make it sound so stuffy,� I complained.
�Never,� he said quietly. He leaned toward me, his body a lean, subtle invasion upon my space. �I share that with you. I enjoy pure music and refined pleasures.� He leaned even closer. �My sophisticated preferences should be obvious.�
I blushed. �You want a tasty pet.�
�I already have one.� Hojo polished off his glass and asked for another, smiling an enigmatic, smug smile.
Self-satisfied prick.
I liked him anyway and I resented him for it.
I ate my appetizer and drank another purple hooter. By this time our hour came to a close. I accompanied Hojo back to our table, feeling distinctly floaty and bold. He pulled out my chair for me and I rubbed up against him on my way down, catching his eye.
�Keep it up,� he whispered. �I�ll take that teasing body and bend it like a pretzel.�
�Promises,� I whispered in return. I felt compelled to urge him.
�You�ll see,� he vowed, putting me in my seat. �You�re a flexible lady; I won�t have a bit of trouble.� His hands trailed over my shoulders, caressing and savoring.
Our group reconvened. We ordered, laughing and joking amongst ourselves as Hojo sat quietly, observing. When the food came we quieted, intent upon filing out bellies. Our master watched us with indulgent, glittering black eyes.
It seemed no time before the rest of us scattered to return to the gambling. I gave Michael my credit, urging him to make me some gil. Alone again, Hojo and I turned mutual attention to each other.
The air seemed charged. I openly studied him, feeling hard-pressed not to squirm as he did the same to me. He had a gaze that touched me all over.
Michael came back in a rush. �Sir,� he said. �I can win the roulette if you just back me five hundred gil.�
Hojo, still keeping my eyes, handed over his credit card. �Go over a thousand and it�s the cane,� he warned.
We sat alone once more. Hojo ordered another round of purple hooters.
�Would you really take the cane to Michael?�
�I will if he blows my bank account,� Hojo replied. �I�m rich from investments, not from Shin-Ra; it takes careful calculating to build up a decent retirement fund.�
I hoped Michael wasn�t a gambler with a �problem�.
�Do you even intend to retire?� I felt it a decent enough question. At ninety four years of age he should have retired a long time ago.
�Perhaps I misspoke,� Hojo said. �In Shin-Ra there�s no such thing as retirement. One is usually murdered long before one may make a graceful bow-out.�
The thought of him being murdered made me sick. I clutched my glass tightly, attempting control over my stomach. �You�re too smart to get murdered,� I said, trying to look on the positive side.
�Thank you for that vote of confidence, Victoria, but I�m afraid there�s no one too smart to fall prey.� Hojo shrugged. �I�m long overdue for it. There are so many people that want me dead if you lined them up they�d stretch from Midgar to Cosmo Canyon.�
I gaped. �What have you done that you�re so hated?�
�Playing god makes no friends.�
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