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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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Hojo waited until we stood in his office to ask me anything. Gazing at me, he asked if I wanted a drink. I gladly agreed. He came toward me with bottle and glass. I just yanked the bottle from him and drank.
�Victoria, what is it?� he asked.
My heart shrank away from answering. I sat down, taking another good, long drink. Hojo knelt in front of me, his dark eyes earnest. �If you can�t tell me, fine, but I think if it involves my son I ought to know.�
�Your son is inside that program,� I blurted. �His soul is in there. All he lacks is a real body. He�s a ghost in a machine.� I drank, seeing through watering eyes. �And, he�s probably the one who sabotaged the collars and magnetized the IUD�s. He�s jealous and bored, Hojo. He didn�t have to know you were his father to want to hurt you. You�re an old authority figure he rebels against.�
Hojo sat down where he knelt, his eyes bottomless.
�Yes,� I said. �And now, you�re going to have to pick between bought family and blood family. If you make him flesh��
Hojo shuddered. Bending, he clutched his head and tugged on his hair. �No,� he muttered. �No, no, no.�
I raised my bracelet. �Michael, I need you in the office,� I said. I slid down into the floor, wrapped my arms around Hojo, and waited. He rocked himself slightly and did not respond to anything I said.
Michael arrived. The sight of his master in the floor, unresponsive, drew him up short. �What the fuck?� he asked, quickly taking himself to Hojo.
�He�s had a shock.� I helped Michael get Hojo on his feet. �Help me take him to bed.�
Face drawn with worry, Michael aided me in putting Hojo prone. I drew up the covers before turning to him once more. �Would you please stay with him? I have to go talk to somebody.�
�Yes, I�ll stay.� Michael tenderly brushed Hojo�s hair from his eyes. �I�ll get him a sedative.� He went out to Hojo�s desk and dug out a small box from his desk drawer. Taking out a syringe, he came back to us. Without preamble, he put the needle into Hojo�s arm and pushed the plunger. �This�ll help him a little while,� he muttered. �Where are you going?�
�Training Ground 49.�
Michael jumped in my path. �You don�t have the disruptor with you?�
�No.�
Again Michael stepped in my path. �Don�t do anything stupid. That sim can�t care about daddy.�
�That�s the problem,� I said. �It does. He does.� I released the door switch. �Don�t worry; I�ll be back.�
I maintained my quiet detachment until standing outside the door. Fear gripped me, fear and pity and overwhelming sadness. I couldn�t stay remote from the problems of people I cared about, and I cared about Hojo. By default I had to care for his son. And, his son had nearly killed me twice. His no-harm protocol didn�t function inside the machine, just outside of it. What a clever creature.
I stepped in. The room began to change. To my surprise it took the form of my counseling office and consulting annex.
Well, if anyone needs therapy, it�s this man.
He formed. His eyes pinned me. �Where�s daddy?� he asked, voice quiet and menacing.
�Your father is in his office, under sedation,� I answered, walking to my desk. This felt eerie. Everything looked perfect. I opened a drawer and found papers, my little odds and ends, and even my stowed meal replacement shakes. I did not open one. I didn�t want to know. The illusion here seemed so complete I didn�t want my brain bent any further. With my eidetic memory, this sim room could create a reality so thorough I might go mad.
I sat and spread my hands over the polished desk. It felt good. It felt comforting.
�What is this simulation?� Sephiroth asked after a moment, putting his lean frame into a chair opposite me.
�This is my office in Wutai. I was a marriage counselor.� I smiled at him.
Sephiroth smiled back. It completely changed his face, taking him from caution to humor and making a beautiful journey of it. �I�m not married,� he said.
�I�m not qualified to give you any sort of psychiatric care anyway, General,� I told him. �My experience falls short of treating personalities capable of murdering people they don�t know.�
He frowned. �War is war.�
�You haven�t openly declared war on the staff or on your father�s slaves. You strike in the night like a thief.�
Sephiroth�s expression smoothed to thoughtful consideration, his eyes clouding slightly and his head tilting. �I�m bored,� he said, as if it explained and excused all in one.
�You�re bored and it�s driving you mad,� I replied. �When Hojo brings you back to flesh, and he will, you�ll have an adjustment period. I can�t begin to imagine what its like to be trapped in a sim.�
�Can�t you? I think you can; it made you sick to imagine it.� Sephiroth seemed to relax a little. �I�ve made adjustments before. I have no doubt I can adapt.�
�Will you work for Shin-Ra?�
Sephiroth�s gaze darkened. �I tendered my resignation with the Masamune.�
�I�m aware. Hojo reminded Rufus Shinra of that only a few days ago, actually. I understand you pinned the elder Shin-Ra to his office chair.�
He smiled again. �Your next question will concern the planet,� he predicted.
�No.� I folded my hands. �I know you won�t try to destroy the planet again. You have the urge for life in your eyes, not the destruction of our world.�
Surprised and showing it, Sephiroth sat back a bit further. �You used the past tense for your employment. What do you do for Shin-Ra? Are you on a recruitment drive?� His nasty tone would have cut me if I�d truly intended recruiting him.
�I was taken by agents of Shin-Ra because I witnessed the way they had a drilling operation set up in Haaval South. I spent a week in a cold cell before Hojo came and offered me servitude over experimentation.�
�That�s why you follow him around.�
�Yes.�
�You�re a slave.� Sephiroth twitched slightly, his hand spreading over his chair arm. �Yet, I saw you touch him like you care.� His face twisted into disgust.
�Yes, I do care. Hojo is good to me.�
�Then he must be fucking you; he�s always good to the ones he�s fucking.�
That would have hurt, too, if I didn�t know Hojo capable of more emotional depth. Sephiroth carefully chose his words to produce maximum pain with minimal speech.
�You know very well Hojo has three others he treats decently. You tried to kill us first because it would hurt him.�
�Anything that brings Hojo pain is good.�
�Then, you attacked his whole staff and the rest of the employees.�
He said nothing.
�A shame,� I said. �You loathe him for his cruelty yet you seem to have inherited it.�
Sephiroth straightened. �I am nothing like him,� he growled.
�From where I sit, you�re identical.� I ignored his threatening posture though it cost me inner reserves I didn�t ever like tapping. �Both neglected, ignored, angry, yet a touch philosophical and capable of great emotion. Both of you toiled for Shin-Ra, enslaved by them, doing their dirty work.�
�Be silent.�
I did as he demanded, watching him stare off to the side with his chest heaving. Apparently his self-sustainment included all the trappings of life, like breathing.
�Why have you come in here?� he asked suddenly. �To examine me? To plead for your life and the lives of your fellow slaves? Maybe you want me to leave Hojo alone? Maybe you�re hoping I�ll agree to remain an impotent simulation?�
�I want you to live your natural life, not like this,� I told him. �I don�t know how you got in your sim, but you�re there and it�s wrong. I�m sure Hojo will figure out how to make you real again.� I put my hands on the desk. �If I thought pleading would sway you, I�d do much of it right now. I don�t want to die. I don�t want anyone to die just because you�re bored.�
�Go ahead and beg, then,� he said flippantly. �You never know; I might learn pity.�
I looked him in his eyes. �Please don�t give in to your hatred, General,� I asked softly. �Your abilities and your bravery give you too much responsibility, but that doesn�t have to mean giving in to hate. Hate is control; hate is a powerful feeling others inspire in you. It�s a way to direct your force.�
Sephiroth�s intense, green stare seemed to go through me. �Explain how one gives it up, then,� he urged.
�It�s too personal an effort to give you a guideline,� I sighed. �I still hate my ex-husband for the things he did to me, but I don�t let that hatred have its own life. I compartmentalize it, bringing it out when I need it.�
Looking interested for the first time, Sephiroth tilted his head at me. He did it just like Hojo would have, and it gave me the chills.
�You put it in a box and bring it out at will,� he said. �I�m able to do that. What�s my motivation to try?�
�Trying things a different way is a great remedy to boredom.�
He smiled slowly. �I�ll think about it,� he promised.
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