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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.

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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.
�Where�s Hojo?� Sephiroth asked upon coalescing, his voice neither aggressive nor friendly but coldly efficient.
�Hojo is working on your problem,� I answered. �He had to go to his home for something in relation to freeing you. I have no idea what.� I sat down behind my desk, placing the bottled water I�d brought in a handy area. �He is aware I mean to provide you with psychotherapy in exchange for a week of relative safety.�
Sephiroth arranged his long and lean body across two chairs, lounging in the one and throwing his legs and feet into another. �As long as you don�t reveal my inner workings to him,� he said lightly. �I suppose as his slave you�d have to tell him what you intended.�
�He gave me my freedom last night and I took it, partially,� I admitted. �He still knows where I am by this bracelet, but he is no longer able to punish me if I refuse to obey him.�
Sephiroth�s green eyes focused upon me intently. �What about the others?�
�I don�t know. I haven�t spoken to them yet today.� I reached into my desk and brought out a picture file, sifting through it to find suitable snapshots. �Michael is generally all over the place, and Alison spends most of her time with Jean. We usually meet for meals and special outings.�
He watched me a few minutes, his quiet body radiating a certain tenseness that made the air around him vibrate. �They won�t leave him either,� he announced.
�Likely not,� I agreed. �Does that trouble you?�
�It confuses me. I would not bow to him or any other man.� Sephiroth slowly began removing his gloves. �I appreciate that a woman�s weak spot for a man would keep you in place, however,� he went on. �What I do not understand is why the others would stay.� He slapped his gloves across his knee. I beheld hands like Hojo�s, only longer.
�Your current captivity would make it a difficult reasoning,� I offered. �And, from what I understand, you were brought up in captivity.�
He blinked. �I�suppose you can look at it in that way,� he said after a few seconds. A dark, troubled expression seeped into his fine features. �My circumstances are significant?�
�General Sephiroth,� I said quietly. �Your childhood is very important to your adult outlook. Feeling abandoned and neglected in one�s youth, one�s early developmental stage, will cause a plethora of issues and confusion in later years.� I slid a photograph to him from the desk top.
He took the picture of a mother with child and looked at it carefully. �This isn�t her child,� he announced quietly.
�Correct,� I said.
�The child is obviously Wutainian but the woman is� Gongogan.�
�If you say; I cannot tell much with babies. They have such squashy features at that age.� I sat back a little. �What sort of feeling do you get from looking at them?�
He frowned. �Why does she look after a child that doesn�t belong to her? Where are the natural parents?�
�The natural parents either died or do not want the child,� I told him. �She volunteered to be the mother.�
Sephiroth continued to look at the picture. �I probably killed the parents,� he said after a moment. �The woman wears clothing appropriate to the time period of the war.�
I steepled my fingers. His confusion over the motives of love and his nearly automatic assumption of guilt told me much. �You led men,� I pointed out. �You led men trained to do as you did.�
�They were my arms and legs,� Sephiroth argued. �Even if I did not personally dispatch this child�s parents, I still bear responsibility.�
�Why did you decide to go to war with Wutai?� I asked gently.
�I didn�t.� Sephiroth tossed the picture back onto my desk. �I�m a soldier.� His words caught up to him. Dawning realization made his eyes dart to the side. �I�m still culpable,� he said stubbornly, making fists. �I had free will.�
He felt remorse. I saw it plainly.
Sephiroth still had the spark that made him question. Without firmly entrenched morals, that spark turned inward and fed a destructive fire.
�You feel accountable,� I murmured. �In this you are the same as any soldier, General. It doesn�t matter if one kills a single person or thousands; it all amounts to a soldier�s questioning of himself and of his position.� I sat up, drawing his eyes. �Your feelings are perfectly, utterly natural.�
�A true soldier doesn�t question,� he countered, but his hands relaxed.
�Who told you that?�
Startled, Sephiroth met my eyes completely. �My early commanders,� he disclosed. �My trainers and my superiors.�
�Who all understood that a soldier who doesn�t question is a soldier of merit,� I said grimly. �But, you aren�t a fool. You aren�t a follower. You stopped being a follower the day you killed the elder Shin-Ra.�
�He bled like a stuck pig,� Sephiroth said in a soft voice. �One strike and his menace ended in a fountain of crimson.� He paused. �Now, his son struts around, making trouble. Things are only marginally better here under his command.�
�Will you kill him, too?�
�I have no reason to kill him, yet,� he said. �I haven�t decided if I want to resume a position here or not.� He resumed lounging, his eyes toward the ceiling. �The military is all I know, yet it doesn�t appeal to me much. Why should I promote Shin-Ra?�
�You�ll have to think on it,� I replied. �I�m here because of your father. If I didn�t have him, I would leave.�
�He will not be my motivation to remain,� Sephiroth commented dryly. �I can�t fathom how he inspires such loyalty. Enlighten me.�
I sighed. �I can only speak for myself with any certainty.�
�Then speak,� he said. �I�m spilling my guts to you and I think it only fair you do the same.�
�Very well.� I leaned on the desk and organized my thoughts a bit. �I�ve never had a bit of luck with men,� I began. �I married early and suffered the hurt and indignity of a philandering husband, who ended up raping me. Afterwards, any relationships I attempted had a distinctly sour and unfulfilling flavor. I�d given up on having an exciting, mutually beneficial love affair years ago.�
I got up and began to walk a little, stirred to movement by the force of my memories. Sephiroth watched me silently, his green eyes glittering.
�Shin-Ra abducted me and your father decided he wanted me for himself. I spent several days feeling a lot of fear in his presence, even though he never harmed me.� I paused by the corner of the desk and grabbed my water bottle. �But, I watched him and saw how he interacted with the slaves he�d already firmly placed within his care. Gradually, I relaxed a little.�
�He treats his property well,� Sephiroth admitted. �It is a factor in my anger. He could not treat me well, but he can treat strangers like family.�
�Yes, he treats us well,� I agreed. �But, we are not strangers. You must consider how you and he could have been used against one another, had he revealed he cares.�
�It still smacks of cowardice.�
�If he hadn�t cared, if he didn�t care, would he attempt to bring you back to life?�
�I can�t answer that.�
�Nor can I.� I resumed pacing. �To the original topic, Hojo inspires loyalty with kind indulgence and gentleness for his slaves, and with fear and work benefits for his staff. I responded to his patience first, I believe.�
�Are you sure it wasn�t his cock?� Sephiroth asked, smirking.
I smirked right back. �His cock wasn�t a factor until about a week ago.�
Sephiroth, eyes wide with surprise, considered me. �Why did he hold off? If you belonged to him, he didn�t have to wait. He loves women and beauty, and you are quite beautiful.�
�He doesn�t use his slaves that way.�
Sephiroth frowned. �Don�t tell me he has a moral code. I won�t believe that.�
�Everyone has a standard they apply, even you, General Sephiroth.�
He went silent and so did I. After a long, uncomfortable twenty minutes, Sephiroth gave a sigh. �I won�t kill him,� he announced quietly. �I was willing to take an alien for a mother, you know. I suppose I can take a deranged scientist for a father.�
My heart began to beat very fast. �Shall I tell him, or shall you?�
�You can tell him, if you like.� Sephiroth grabbed a piece of his silver hair and began winding around and around his wrist, his expression distant. �Jenova is gone. Her legacy should be me, but I don�t want it. I�m content to use her powers without hearing her in my mind.�
I waited, nearly breathless with curiosity and the weight of the moment.
�She had the most beautiful voice. She spoke without words and sang without melody. I missed her for the first few years. She made my decisions easier.� He let go of his hair. �Did you have a mother?�
�She died when I was very young,� I revealed.
�A father?� he gave me a sharp look.
�He disowned me when I married David. It wasn�t a large loss; I hadn�t spent much time with him.�
�What is your last name?�
�Grey.�
�And your ex-husband�s?�
�Roelin.�
Sephiroth resumed looking up at the ceiling. �Are we finished?�
�For the day, I suppose.�
�Good. I need to think.� Sephiroth stood gracefully. �I�ll tell Hojo how I feel about him myself,� he said. �See you tomorrow.�
I nodded and walked out. Turning, I looked at him one last time. He stood beside the computer control panel, his hands behind his back and his silver head bowed. Feeling a pleasant sort of melancholy descend upon my shoulders, I closed the door.
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