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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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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.

Michael had no idea we�d almost ruined dinner. I woke him as Hojo brought plates into the living room. Sleepily, he accepted his food and silverware and stared down at Hojo�s offering dumbly. Hojo patted him on the head. �It�s for eating,� he prompted.
His mood had improved greatly in the aftermath of fucking me. Perhaps I�d taken his bothersome testosterone.
Because I�d never perfected the art of balancing a plate in my lap, I sat on the floor. Hojo sat on the couch behind me, his legs on either side of my body. Protective. Caging. The claiming of property.
Let him make those little gestures. I didn�t care a whit. His presence so close to my back felt good, really. And, if he felt he owned me, I felt no less.
�Oh, Shiva,� Michael blasphemed around a mouthful of steak. �This is so good.�
I had to agree with him. �Daddy� might only have four meals in his repertoire, but if the others tasted anything like this one, it hardly mattered.
�Why couldn�t Jean and Alison be with us?� I asked.
Hojo smiled slightly. �They�re getting married tonight.�
Michael choked. Hojo and I watched him a bare moment before Hojo shot up and performed a stomach-thrust on him. A half chewed piece of steak flew across the room, propelled by Hojo�s hard remedy. He lowered the gasping, tearing-up Michael back down. �Are you all right?� he asked, concerned. �Do you want some water?�
�Yes, please,� Michael rasped.
Hojo vanished into the kitchen, returning seconds later with a glass. �Slowly,� he urged. �Don�t drown yourself as well.� He patted Michael soothingly on the back. �Did the news shock you so very much? You know they�re quite in love.�
�I just didn�t expect it to be so soon,� Michael protested. Face red, he finished his water.
Hojo returned to his meal. �Yes, I suppose they took my�offer to mean they could freely link and begin a family,� he murmured. �I gave them lifetime passes to the Golden Saucer.� I looked up to see him smile broadly as he cut into his steak. �I imagine their firstborn will be conceived in the Haunted Hotel; Jean has a morbid turn of mind.�
I�d only been to the Golden Saucer one time, with my father. He�d lost his shirt at the chocobo races. I remembered he�d ditched me at the stage function in Event Square, probably on purpose, because he�d stayed gone for eight hours.
Someday I would pay him back for how he treated me.
Startled at my own thought, I considered how very little I�d ever nurtured ideas of revenge. I�d only given such negativity a passing nod in the past, even during the emotional upheaval of David�s crimes.
I was changing. If I managed to upset Hojo�s perceptions, maybe he upset mine.
Perhaps we were good for each other.
�What�s wrong, Vic?� Michael asked.
I felt Hojo stir behind me. Not able to view me, he�d missed the expression Michael had a front row seat for.
�Thinking about my father,� I said, not seeing a need to hide it. �He took me to the Gold Saucer when I was five and promptly ditched me. I spent hours watching some stupid play about a princess, a dragon, and a white knight, over and over. With my eidetic memory I got bored fast.�
Michael grimaced. �My mom did the same thing to me a lot; I think she hoped I wouldn�t find my way home.�
We exchanged glances and laughed. �Didn�t work,� I announced.
�Nope,� he agreed.
Hojo sighed. �Does no one have a happy childhood?� he asked the universe.
�You didn�t either, huh, sir?� Michael looked at him expectantly.
�My father tried to beat me to death,� Hojo said. �My mother committed suicide when he gave himself alcohol poisoning.�
�Fuck,� Michael said quietly.
�It�s why I have a limp,� Hojo continued. �A flat-headed spade is a formidable weapon.�
�Against a child, I�m sure,� Michael retorted, looking angry. �Shiva, why are people so cruel? I�d never do that.�
�You�re a different animal, Michael,� Hojo offered. �You started life as a woman. You lack the natural violence most males carry. Women learn their cruelty as a result of how they are treated, while there are just some men born bad.�
I thought about that. I usually avoided grand generalities, but his statement had merit. God, the thought of him trying to fend off his father made me absolutely sick. With effort I continued to eat.
After a few minutes, Michael echoed Hojo�s sigh. �I have a date with Tracy,� he said.
�When?� I felt Hojo looking at his watch.
�Another two hours from now.� Michael finished his meal. He patted his stomach.
�What happened to Rose?� Hojo asked.
�She dumped me.� Michael stood, taking my empty plate and then Hojo�s. �I don�t need her anyway,� he said a little too forcefully. �I scared her sometimes.�
Hojo leaned down, took me by my arms and put me in his lap. �Your abilities?� he asked his oldest pet. I leaned against him, feeling his heart beating against my back.
�Yeah,� Michael said. �Doesn�t matter. Tracy�s not scared of what I can do.� He turned and went into the kitchen. A few seconds later I heard water start running.
�He�s hurting,� I murmured.
�I know.� Hojo�s arms closed around my waist. �I didn�t think Rose a good match for him anyway. She�s a very uptight woman and Michael is a free spirit.�
I twisted, moving until I could lie across Hojo. I traced his bottom lip with my forefinger lightly. �It hurts me, Hojo, that you�ve had to stifle yourself for the sake of your job. You�re naturally affectionate.�
His eyes threatened to devour me.
�It�s made me quite mad,� he said softly. �It�s only since I took Michael that I�ve improved.�
�I see how you care for each other.� I cupped his jaw, feeling him tremble from his head to his knees at my contact. �I�m glad you�ve had him these last three years.� I leaned in, kissing his cheek, feeling the beginning of stubble there. That light scratch against my lips made me tremble as well. �You�re capable of so much, yet so underappreciated.�
�You appreciate me,� he countered, his voice soft but also labored. Emotion gripped him.
�I do,� I agreed. I put my head on his shoulder, feeling his arms tighten.
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