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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
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- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
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- 26-26
- 27-27
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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 don�t have to, Hojo,� I said, swallowing back the purest pain I�d ever suffered. �I�ll go.�
�I don�t want you to go,� Hojo said thickly. Eyes wide and staring, he focused unblinkingly upon the wall. �I don�t want any of you to leave.�
�Oh, all right,� Sephiroth said. �You can have the others, but this one will either leave on her own or I�ll kill her the moment I�m flesh. Your preference.�
We waited. We waited and waited. Hojo did not move or speak. The silence stretched. Sephiroth leaned up and clapped his gloved hands together right in front of Hojo�s face.
Nothing.
Frowning, Sephiroth gave Hojo a little shove on his shoulder. Hojo rocked in his seat limply before slumping over.
My heart aching, I carefully straightened him and closed his eyes.
�What�s wrong with him?� Sephiroth asked.
�He�s in nervous shock,� I snapped. �You great bully!�
Sephiroth blinked in surprise but I didn�t know if from my diagnosis or from my tone. Frowning again, he reached out to touch his father once more. I slapped his hand away. �Don�t touch him,� I hissed. �Make him any worse and you won�t live to play your stupid little games. He�s the only one who can help you, or have you forgotten?�
�How dare you strike me,� Sephiroth said lowly.
�How dare you hurt him!� I advanced on him, filling with rage. �It wasn�t enough to just get some petty revenge, was it? You had to rip his heart out and crush it under your size thirteen boots!�
�Don�t raise your voice to me.�
�Make me be quiet!� I got in his face, leaning over him with all the wrath and fear I possessed. �Go on, make me!�
We stared at each other, me panting and shaking and him vibrating with anger.
�I�m quite solid enough to kill you,� he informed coldly.
�I�m well aware, oh noble Sephiroth,� I spat. I pointed to Hojo. �Pick him up and take him to his bed, now!�
�I don�t take orders from you or anyone else.� Sephiroth suddenly began to appear bored. �Go away.�
�You�ve fucked yourself,� I announced. �Without him, you can�t come back to life.� I stood as tall and straight as I could, glaring down upon his lounging form. �You need him. I need him. Do your reluctant duty and put him in bed!�
�He�s faking.� Sephiroth leaned up, his hand going out toward Hojo.
I screamed. �No!� I put myself in between them. �You could kill him if you keep shaking him like that!�
Sephiroth�s face clouded. I saw a ripple of concern pass over his fine features. �What is nervous shock?� he asked.
�It�s shell-shock.� I turned to put my hand on Hojo�s forehead. He felt waxy cold. �Surely you encountered that in your military career, General Sephiroth?� I shook my head, disgusted with the willful cruelty of the man behind me. �Never mind,� I said. I raised my bracelet. �Michael? Have you left for your date yet?�
�On my way out now,� Michael said in a cheerful tone. �Whatcha need, Vic?�
�I need you to come to Hojo�s quarters and put him to bed,� I said. �He�s had another shock.�
�I�ll be right there,� Michael said immediately.
I waited in anxious temper for three minutes, cursing under my breath and pacing. Sephiroth did not say a word nor did he move the entire time.
To Michael�s credit, he didn�t bat an eye upon seeing the famed General Sephiroth sitting on Hojo�s couch. He merely took Hojo in his arms and carried him carefully to the bedroom. With tenderness and concern, he put him under the blankets. �What happened, Vic?� he asked.
�I can�t go into it,� I said, shaking my head. �Look, set me up with his tranqs and go ahead on your date; he�s going to be out of it indefinitely.�
�I can�t leave him!� Michael turned his wide, brown eyes to me.
�You can.� I turned him around and began marching him toward the desk. �It�s my turn to watch him, Michael. You watched him last time. I promise if there�s any change, good or bad, I�ll link with you.�
�But-.� Michael cut himself off as he grabbed the case of syringes and vials in Hojo�s desk.
�No, he would want you to go out, wouldn�t he?� I asked, shoving him toward the door as soon as I saw which medicines Hojo needed.
�Yes, but-.�
�Then, do what would make him happy.�
Michael stopped, whirling. �Vic, it goes against my grain!�
I looked at him. � Michael, I love him too.�
My friend sighed. Eyes deeply troubled, he finally nodded. �Okay,� he relented. �But, any change and I want to know. I�ll be back in three hours.�
�I promise I�ll keep you informed.�
�Good enough, Vic,� Michael said, giving in.
He left. I shut the door and walked back to the desk, not looking at Sephiroth. Nervous, upset, my hands shook as I filled a syringe.
�Is it that dangerous?� Sephiroth asked.
�Yes.� I filled one syringe and prepped another. �Your father is schizophrenic and sensitive. He loves you. He also cares deeply for his surrogate family. You demanded he choose, but that wasn�t enough for you. You had to hurt him, to twist a knife in his heart.�
�He deserves it.� Sephiroth stared up at the ceiling. �He made my childhood a living torment.�
�It�s nothing compared to what it could have been,� I said grimly. �Hojo is no saint, I�ll grant you, but you�re an adult now, and able to use reason. Who are you to judge him when you�ve voluntarily ruined thousands of lives?� I readied another needle, just in case. �You�re just jealous of me and Michael and Alison and Jean, admit it.�
�I admit nothing.�
�Fine.� I tamped down my urge to scream. �Be destructive. Ruin the only unconditional love you�ll ever know. Do things exactly as you always have and take pleasure in watching your life burn to bitter ashes.�
�You don�t have any idea,� Sephiroth argued, standing up. �You�ve only had the good of him,� he said, pointing toward the bedroom.
�I know what he�s done and I know what you�ve done,� I countered. �You�re going to have to forgive him and yourself if you ever want things to change. You aren�t happy, Sephiroth, and you never will be happy unless you make an effort to get past your resentment.�
I went into the bedroom and gave Hojo his sedative, my eyes tearing up as I looked at his limp, unresponsive form. Only hours ago he was smiling, his black eyes alert and full of life. Now he looked like a broken marionette. I took his hair down for the sake of his comfort and crawled into bed with him, ignoring Sephiroth in the doorway.
I pressed as close to Hojo as I could, putting my arm around him. The tears came harder now, and I didn�t try to stop them. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent and knowing I could never forget it.
Or him.
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