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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.

�You meant confess, didn�t you?� I asked nervously as Hojo keyed a sequence of numbers outside of the sim room. �You�re not going to let him gut you?�
Hojo laughed. �I firmly believe his programming will keep us safe or I wouldn�t take you in there with me,� he assured.
The door slid back.
I viewed a near-featureless room comprised of stainless steel walls and flashing computer lights. As we came fully inside and the door shut, the room began to change. I assumed it changed to suit the preference of the person, because the room formed the rolling, green hills and delicate foliage of Wutai. I even saw rice crops and farm animals.
A man coalesced. I looked at that familiar face and shivered. He was a nightmare, a beautiful, elegant nightmare.
His lips curled up. �Hojo,� he said disdainfully. His glowing green eyes went to me. �Miss Grey.�
I gasped. How had he known my name?
�I talk to the computers and I�ve seen you,� he answered my unspoken question. �I especially enjoyed watching you confront the Shinra brat.� He tilted his head at Hojo. �You can�t do much experimenting on a program, so why are you here?�
Oh, such bitterness. I heard Hojo in his voice, too, all dark and smooth and perfectly modulated.
Hojo sat on a rock that I knew couldn�t be there. Yet, it supported him.
�I have a few things I want to tell you,� Hojo said. �I never got to tell them to you while you were flesh, so this is the best I can do.�
�Why tell me anything? I can�t use my knowledge.� Sephiroth put his black-clad arms behind his back. �But, go ahead. I get weary of only being called out for a fight. I�ll even take a neurotic�s company.�
�I�m not neurotic, boy,� Hojo said testily, taking his glasses out of his pocket and putting them on. �I�m old and mean and crazy, but I�m not neurotic.�
I wondered if Hojo was catching all these disturbing clues Sephiroth threw out. Firstly, through Shin-Ra�s computers he could spy. Secondly, he wasn�t just an adaptive golem, he was lonely. He could feel emotion.
It made me sick.
�You asked me who your parents were, do you remember?�
Sephiroth frowned. �You told me they were unimportant,� he said.
�I suppose they were, at that.� Hojo looked away from his son.
�What�s wrong?� Sephiroth came closer, towering over Hojo. �Are you�upset? I�ve never seen you sad.� His fists clenched. �Damn it, Hojo, you�re the only dependable lunatic I have, don�t go soft in front of me. I don�t want to see it.�
�Your mother�s name was Lucretia Crescent,� Hojo said softly. �She had you in the lab. She worked with me and we were giving you mako in the womb, stimulating you with Jenova cells, and generally playing god.� He paused. �And, in playing god, we made one.�
Like a youth in front of a television, the great General Sephiroth crossed his legs and sat directly on the grass in front of Hojo. �She just let you tinker around with me?� the childish horror in his voice almost broke me. I walked behind Hojo and put my hand on his shoulder to support him, knowing if I found it painful he had to find it crushing.
Sephiroth�s eyes went to me. Clearly did I see him processing someone had touched Hojo voluntarily.
�The Jenova cells were my idea, the mako hers,� Hojo answered quietly.
�You must have brainwashed her,� Sephiroth scoffed.
�No, she was my wife and she listened to me only when she wanted to,� Hojo answered.
Sephiroth stared at him.
�Yes,� Hojo said simply.
Sephiroth�s eyes dragged over Hojo. �You must be very glad I can�t harm an unarmed person,� he said in a dangerous, bone-chilling tone. �Thank you for the news, though. At least I don�t have to wonder anymore.�
There.
He thought.
Golems didn�t think, and especially not over memories.
�So, your purpose in telling me is�?� Sephiroth asked, leaning back slightly.
�To say I�m sorry for what I did to you and that I wish I�d done things differently,� Hojo replied, keeping his son�s gaze. �What I did to you keeps me awake at night.�
�It should,� Sephiroth growled, rising. �I don�t understand you, you old bastard. You have nothing to gain by telling me any of this; what are you getting out of this except the chance to hurt me some more?�
Hojo gave him a sharp look. �How sentient are you while dwelling in the memory of the program?� he asked.
�I never lose what I am, just my form,� Sephiroth told him with a terrifying smile. �You�re the mad scientist, you tell me. You made me. You�ve apparently made me three times. Once in the womb, once in the lab, and again for this training simulation.� Again his fists clenched. �Holy fucking Ifrit, I wish I could strangle your skinny neck!�
�Sometimes I wish you could, too,� Hojo confessed.
�Make me flesh and I�ll be happy to oblige!�
Hojo tilted his head. I saw him go blank for the barest moment.
�You�re thinking about it,� Sephiroth said, his voice half accusing and half hopeful.
�I�m thinking about it,� Hojo confirmed. �It�s possible.�
Sephiroth stood over Hojo, eyes gleaming. �Do this for me,� he demanded. �If you�re really sorry, if you want something better, make it so.�
He said it so fervently, with such determination, that my suspicions clicked into place. In fact, a lot of puzzle pieces came together and fit.
Sephiroth was really Sephiroth in that simulation.
His soul was in there.
I turned away, clutching the wall for support and fighting a dry heave. It revolted me to think a living soul could dwell imprisoned in a computer. Horrible. Unnatural. Profane.
�Victoria?� Hojo took me by the arms and guided me to his rock, putting me upon it.
I looked into the green, intelligent stare of the world�s enemy and shuddered. �I am so sorry,� I said.
Sephiroth backed away from me. �Sorry for what?� he asked. �You aren�t involved in any of this. He hasn�t had you three weeks.�
�What?� Hojo asked quietly. �What am I missing?�
�Get her out of here, Hojo,� Sephiroth said. �Come back later. She�s� sick.� He turned his back to us. �Do come back any time you please. Time is all I have.�
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