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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�ll never believe what daddy offered me,� Michael said, sliding into the seat beside mine. He shut the break room door with a wave of his hand even though it was Saturday and the lab had no people to disturb us.
�Your freedom,� I guessed, taking a swallow of coffee.
�Yep.� Michael ran his finger underneath his bracelet. �When I refused, he just took the punishment protocol off this thing and ruffled my hair.� Michael drummed his fingers on the tabletop. �He offered it to you, too?�
�Yes. I also refused.� I took up my spoon and stirred the bitter dregs at the bottom of my cup.
�Yeah, well, so did Jean and Alison. When daddy passed me going to the bio-lab, I could swear he looked� shell-shocked.�
�That�s because he is,� I responded, slightly smiling. �Give him time to figure out we mean it when Alison speaks for us.�
Michael grinned. �When she tells him we love him?�
�Exactly.� I finished off my coffee. �He honestly believed he had nothing more to offer us than a sugar-daddy relationship; no one has ever approached him for more, apparently.�
Michael sobered. �Daddy�s had a hard life, hasn�t he?� He drew a deep breath and let it out slowly.
�My guess is yes, he�s had a life bereft of emotional closeness with anyone. I think he resorted to buying his family in order to fill in the hole.� I swallowed back a lump in my throat. �He does very well for a neglected man. We�ll have to show him nothing has changed while showing everything is different.�
�Yeah,� Michael said softly, staring off into the distance. �Like, be supportive without being actual slaves.�
�Pets,� I corrected. �We�ve been pets and surrogate relatives.�
�I liked being his pet.�
�Then, by all means, continue,� I said.
�It isn�t that easy.� Michael shifted uncomfortably. �Rose�broke up with me yesterday.�
I looked at him. �Why?�
�Daddy Hojo creeps her out.� Michael said the words in a falsetto. �I didn�t see a reason to give him up when he didn�t insist I give up Rose.�
I sighed. �Michael, not everyone likes him, apparently. �We got the best of what he�s able to give. He�s pretty rough with everyone else, from what I understand and see.�
�I know.� Michael waved his hand in dismissal. �He�s brutal, even. I�ve seen him do and say things that made me cringe, but he�s not ever rude to a woman. Even while�doing things�he isn�t rude to a woman.� Again he sighed. �Tracy and I are going out tomorrow; I�m not sure it�s the right thing to do but�� He straightened. �Fuck it,� he declared. �At least around Tracy I don�t have to pretend. I don�t have to make like I�ve always been a man. I don�t have to feel ashamed of my sex change.�
�And, Tracy likes Hojo,� I finished for him.
�Yeah!� Michael slammed his fist down on the table.
�Which makes it a lot easier.�
�It does,� he admitted. �I like the old man, too! He�s been good to me and he�s done so much for my benefit. I can�t just act as if I don�t care about him.�
�Neither could I,� I said, attempting to soothe him.
Michael gave a groan. �Maybe I never got over Tracy,� he whispered. �Maybe I�ve been lying to Rose all this time. That makes me a horrible person.�
�No, it makes you human,� I assured. �You go out with Tracy and you try to forget all these notions you have about your innate evil.� I patted his shoulder and smiled. �You aren�t the only person with issues, and you certainly aren�t the only person to feel good about Professor Kanaye Hojo.�
Michael grinned and shrugged.
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I picked up the last two days of newspapers from the lobby and walked back to training room 49. Hojo would not be in his office for another hour, and I didn�t feel like wandering around to wait for him.
Sephiroth�s confused expression made me smile. �I thought you might like to be current when you returned to flesh,� I explained, holding out the papers. �I�ll stay so you can read.�
The room had taken on the appearance of my old living room. I flopped down and closed my eyes, feeling the comfort of my aged, worn couch. I loved the simulation. I could make anything here.
I listened to him turn pages. He read for a long, long time before saying anything to me.
�What is this �global warming� I read of?� he asked.
�It�s complicated.� I sat up and met his disturbingly green eyes. �To keep from depending on Shin-Ra and they way they drain the blood of the planet, a lot of people have started relying upon fossil fuel. Apparently, carbon monoxide emissions have depleted the ozone layer; ice caps are melting and the resulting temperatures are threatening the ecosystem of the whole planet.�
Sephiroth scowled. �Is there no safe way to power civilization?� He threw the newspapers down. �There are too many people on the planet.�
I hoped he didn�t take it upon himself to remedy that issue. Still, if one needed an indiscriminate executioner, he would be the ideal choice.
I would have made a comment about solar power, but Hojo walked into the simulation room. He carried a black bag made of thermal padding. Looking at us by turns, he set the bag down. �Sephiroth,� he said quietly. �I�m missing a file on you and I need your memory.�
Sephiroth looked at him expectantly.
Hojo opened the bag to reveal a small rack of test tubes packed in dry ice. �Look at the dates on these and find the blood I took from you when you returned from Wutai.�
Sephiroth sat on his haunches and peered at the vials, his long hair spilling onto the floor. �This one,� he announced, tapping the third from the right. I noticed that he seemed left-hand- dominant, like his father. �What file is missing?� he asked as Hojo made a mark on the test tube with a grease pencil.
�The file of your blood work,� Hojo answered, sounding distracted. �I kept these samples at my home, fortunately. I don�t trust Shin-Ra.�
�That�s very wise of you, Father,� Sephiroth drawled, his lips turning up in amusement. �Is that where you�ve been all day?�
Hojo looked at him, seeking the proof of his son�s mockery. �Partially,� he admitted, his eyes going dull with pain.
My heart ached for him.
�Hold out your wrist,� he said.
Sephiroth did as Hojo ordered, still smiling. �What�s this?� he asked as Hojo clamped a bracelet to him. �Am I a slave too, now?�
�No, boy, you know very well you aren�t,� Hojo replied. �This is a portable projector made on the principle of the simulation chamber here. You�re mobile now, as long as you don�t leave Shin-Ra grounds. I thought you�d like some independence while I work on your problem.�
Sephiroth grinned, holding the device up to view. �I�ll frighten people to death,� he announced.
Hojo seemed to reluctantly find humor with that. He looked at me. �I promised you a good meal, didn�t I?� he prompted.
I got up from the couch. �You did,� I said, watching him close the bag of vials. �Are we all going?�
�You, me, and Michael, unless things have changed in the last two hours,� Hojo replied. He looked tired. �Sephiroth, I expect to have you back as solid flesh by the end of the week if nothing changes.�
�How?� his son asked simply.
�It�s both complicated and simple,� Hojo said, shaking his head. �You can retrieve information on the process in my lab, if you wish. I�ll answer your questions as well as I�m able.�
�I�ll do that, Father,� Sephiroth said quietly.
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