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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
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
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- 33-33
- 34-34
- 35-35
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
- 40-40
- 41-41
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- 44-44
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- 49-49
- 50-50
- 51-51
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- 53-53
- 54-54
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- 66-66
- 67-67
- 68-68
- 69-69
- 70-70
- 47
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Michael kept Hojo under for the entire next day. I trusted him to know what was best for him, so I didn�t interfere. I checked on him, ran interference with Rufus again, and carried directives out to the lab staff on Michael�s prompt. He�d lived with Hojo long enough to know what routine he followed and it seemed enough for the staff to get normal instructions.
Alison and Jean set up a camp in his office, folding out the couch and staying in it. Michael slept in a chair beside the bed, a hand on Hojo. I slept beside the man for several hours before realizing I woke Michael every single time I twitched. I got up, patted him on the shoulder, and got dressed. I couldn�t rest.
Time to go back and see the destroyer of worlds.
I collected Hojo�s entire file on the Jenova project, condensed down into a single flash drive. I then gathered his personal notes, thinking I would be able to offer Sephiroth insight into his father. At the bottom of the safe lay a thick, red day journal. I touched it, at war with myself. If this held his private thoughts I shouldn�t read them. However, Sephiroth was within his rights to read. He deserved to know, didn�t he?
I grabbed it. The very first page told me more than enough.
I told her Jenova cells would be enough. �Our child will already have psionics�, I said. �Let�s wait until he�s older to give him the mako. We make the recruits wait until the age of sixteen.�
Her enthusiasm worries me. I want our child to be perfect and gifted too, but these things cannot be rushed.
�You worry too much,� she said, kissing my cheek with lips I know have been all over that Turk�s cock. �Sephiroth will astound the world!�
We discussed where to raise him. I want in-housing with Shin-Ra, but she does not. We never used to disagree like this. When we first married we never argued.
We never argued until she started getting some on the side with that stringy, cocky little gunslinger. She thinks I don�t know, but how could I not? She reeks of him. I can taste him on her.
I closed the journal. This was a terrible invasion of Hojo�s privacy. He might not forgive me. Still, it would give Sephiroth some perspective. I fully believed Hojo would bring his megalomaniac son back to life, and I owed it to society to do all I could in order to not make that a disaster. A single fuck-up could destroy us all.
I reasoned I would have to stay with the general while he read. Taking up some documents for transcription, I left a note for Michael and departed.
It seemed I blinked and I stood in the threshold of 49. I let the door slide shut and merely waited to see what the room would offer this time.
A flower field in Wutai, the one outside the back of my office, bloomed quite literally. A table and two chairs materialized under the lone falvaia tree right in the center. The fragrance washed over me. Having a good memory benefited me very often.
I spread my work out, unafraid of strong wind, setting the files down just to the right.
�You must like pain, to keep coming back here,� Sephiroth said some distance behind me. �I know I frighten you and I know my words hurt you, so that is my conclusion.�
�Spoken like a man,� I commented. �I have a higher directive than seeking hurt. If I wanted that I could wake your father up and have him take a cane to me.�
He�d never do it, not now, but Sephiroth didn�t know that.
Sephiroth approached the table as I turned. �He beats you?�
I caught the slightest bit of discomfort in his tone. What a marvel of standard he displayed. He had no trouble killing unarmed people he didn�t even know, but he didn�t like the thought of Hojo hitting me. It spoke of a deeper code that he hadn�t entirely eradicated. It gave me hope.
�Hojo has never harmed me.� I sat. �I�ve brought you information, General Sephiroth.� I held up the flash drive. �This is your creation from start to finish in technical terms.� I put the drive down to bring up the manila file. �These are your father�s personal notes on your creation from before birth to seven months after your conquest of Wutai.� Lastly, I held up the diary. �This is your father�s private journal. You will not get to read this unless you swear you will not discuss it with me.�
Eyes gleaming oddly, Sephiroth sat at the other side of the table. �You�ll take my word?�
�Yes. I don�t think you�re a vow-breaker.�
�I�m not, but you couldn�t be assured of that,� he pointed out, putting his gloved hand on the flash drive. A port opened up in the table, but nothing else. He pushed the drive in. In seconds he�d absorbed every last bit of information. �Technical jargon is useless and counter-productive,� he muttered casually, but his eyes revealed distress. He put the drive down beside of me and picked up the personal notes file. �Why bring me this?�
�I believe you have a right to know how you were made.� I began to work, not looking at him. �Perhaps if you see your father�s circumstances you�ll be inclined to mercy. I don�t count on it, but at least you�ll have more of your shared history.�
Sephiroth did not answer.
For the better part of two hours we sat in silence. I worked and he read. Suddenly, Sephiroth threw the file down. He picked up Hojo�s diary, his eyes going to me. �Why don�t you want to know what�s in here?�
�It isn�t my business. The only reason it�s your business is because I think you�ll kill him.� I clipped my second stack of completed transcripts together. �I don�t want Hojo dead.�
�Job security?� He said it softly, not nastily.
I closed my eyes and released a deep breath. �No, General Sephiroth. I think a lot of your father.�
�Why?�
The blunt question I�d expected still felt like an anvil coming down on my head. I couldn�t quantify my reasons.
�Despite circumstance, personal failing and lack of experience, your father seems to never do less than his best.� I put my pencil down and met Sephiroth�s alert, green gaze. �And, I think I�m falling in love with him.�
Sephiroth recoiled. Drawing his large body back, his lips pulled in revulsion. �You�re mad,� he exclaimed. �As mad as he is, anyway.�
�Whatever.� I went back to transcribing. �I don�t expect you to understand his attraction; you�re his son.�
�That means nothing,� he persisted. �I still have eyes.�
�Then you don�t see his attractiveness?�
�No, I don�t,� Sephiroth admitted. �He�s a greasy weasel.�
I smiled at my papers. �He�s a slender, broad-shouldered, strong and intelligent man,� I volunteered. �He�s lithe and fast and deadly. Surely you can appreciate the last quality if nothing else.�
Sephiroth pressed his lips together. �Deadly, I�ll grant,� he conceded quietly. �I�m not willing to discuss this.�
�Fair enough.� I translated a few sentences in rapid succession. �For what it�s worth, you inherited a lot of his charisma. You�re both exceptionally attractive people. I�m sure you�ve been told; your father has not.�
Sephiroth scowled. �He�s just a geek scientist.�
�He made you perfect,� I reminded him. �And, you are. You�re absolutely stunning, general. Physically, mentally, you�re without a peer.�
Sephiroth sat back. Looking upward, he ran a hand through his snowy hair. �Why does everyone focus on that first?� he posed. �I didn�t have a bit of say in how I look.�
�No, but Hojo did,� I pointed out. �He wanted you to have no physical hang-ups.�
Sephiroth looked at the table a few moments. His hands curled on the hard wood, gouging up furrows and splinters. �Fine,� he said softly. �I�ll give him credit for making me handsome.�
I pointed toward the journal,
�Read more before you decide,� I urged.
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