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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.

After Hojo drove us back, Michael said goodbye and parted our company. I followed my lover down the hall, watching his well formed ass. He had a trim, tight body that stimulated the dirty old woman in my head.
He stopped so suddenly I almost ran into him. I saw the reason for his quick halt a second later. Sephiroth waited for him outside his office door.
The silver General gave off an air of boredom, caged energy and uncertainty. I could tell he didn�t like feeling wrong-footed. He looked at us almost accusingly, his green eyes burning. �I wish to speak to you,� he told Hojo.
�Do you want me to go?� I asked both men at once, at the ready to vanish. I could hang out with Michael until he left for his date.
�No,� they said in unison, surprising me.
Sephiroth�s lips pulled into a wry smile. �In agreement over something for the first time,� he said, his voice pitched with irony. �And, over a female.� He eyed his father. �Not for the same reasons, I daresay.�
Hojo opened his door. The two men stood side by side for just that brief moment. I was struck by the juxtaposition of similarity and difference. Hojo stood perhaps four inches shorter than Sephiroth, but their proportions didn�t vary much. Sephiroth just looked like a larger version of Hojo, with a more brawny physique and silver-white hair. He didn�t look exactly like him, by any means, but the blood told.
They held their shoulders the same way. They nearly walked the same, but Hojo�s unique gait put some distance there. Still, Sephiroth held his head like Hojo, had Hojo�s long fingered hands and bone structure.
Sephiroth threw himself onto Hojo�s couch and stretched out, taking the whole piece of furniture. Hojo grabbed his desk chair and carried it close to the couch, placing it within Sephiroth�s arm�s reach. He sat, giving his son his full attention.
Seeming surprised, Sephiroth eyed him curiously. �I read your projected method,� he said at last, watching me take a seat before turning his intense gaze back to his father. �You�re going to build me from the atom up with blood and tissue samples, using my simulated matrix as a mold.�
�Correct.� Hojo clasped his hands together. �It will work.�
�I�m sure it will.� Sephiroth continued to stare at him. �Why didn�t it occur to you to do this years ago? If you wanted me back you could have attempted it at any time.�
�I didn�t know you were in that shell, boy,� Hojo answered evenly. �I thought you�d found peace. Who was I to jerk you back to a place you despised?�
Sephiroth studied him. �Adequate,� he grunted. �Slippery bastard.�
�You come by your personality traits honestly,� Hojo replied. �What isn�t genetic is learned.�
Sephiroth smiled. �I�m sure you�re right, father.�
I felt tense just watching this. Sephiroth had the aura of a powder keg courting flame.
�Did you mean your apology to me or was that just a way to soothe a bit of guilt?�
�I can�t drop my guilt.� Hojo barely moved while speaking. �I did mean it. I�m sure it�s nearly worthless to you.�
�You don�t know me.� Sephiroth looked up at the ceiling. �Don�t assume you grasp my inner workings. You couldn�t figure me out as a child and nothing�s changed.�
�With you, boy, I assume nothing,� Hojo assured him.
�I�m not a boy.�
�My apologies. How do you want me to address you?�
�My name will suffice.� Sephiroth still didn�t look at him. �Was my mother pretty?�
�You have her features.� Hojo tilted his head. �Yes, Sephiroth, she was very lovely and very smart. In her own way she loved you. Neither of us believed we did you wrongly, though time and experience proved to me otherwise.�
They fell silent a short time. I beheld with relief the way Sephiroth�s shoulders began to relax slightly.
�Aren�t you going to have your evening drink?� he asked his father mildly. �You always had one about this time.�
I got up and went to the drink cabinet, anticipating being asked. My hands shook slightly as I poured a measure of whisky into a tumbler over ice.
Sephiroth made steeples of his fingers as Hojo accepted the drink. I went back to my chair and sat.
�Do I have any other relatives?�
�No. You and I are all we have.�
Sephiroth finally brought his eyes back to Hojo. �Until the end of the week, you don�t even have me,� he corrected. �I�m a thought construct, barely solid.�
Hojo flinched.
�Bothers you, does it?� Sephiroth asked. �Why?�
�You�re my son.� Hojo took his drink down in one pass and dropped the glass onto the carpeting. �You should be whole.�
�Even at the expense of the world, father?�
�Who do you think activated the Sister Ray for you, Sephiroth?� Hojo asked softly. �It certainly wasn�t the clone, the Turk, or any of that rag-tag group of rebels.�
�Was that you, giving energy?� Sephiroth smiled faintly. �I offer my belated thanks.� He looked at me. �Would you bring me back at her expense, if not the world�s?�
I stood up. �Don�t,� I said, meeting and holding those eyes. �Don�t make him say it.�
�I wasn�t speaking to you,� Sephiroth replied.
�I fully grasp that, but I�m speaking to you,� I said calmly. �Your father has already made his choice. Don�t make him wallow in it.�
�Why not?� Sephiroth sat up. �He should appreciate that he only has three more days of your company.�
Hojo put his face in his hands.
Sephiroth wasn�t finished.
�He only has three more days with any of his little pets.� He smiled coldly. �I don�t feel like sharing him with you people.�
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