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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
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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, voice actors.

My bed came before evening. I looked up from the shorthand notes Hojo had assigned me to translate, seeing four, burly orderlies carrying it in. Hojo glanced up from his keyboard and stared at them. �Did requisitions just dump it and leave it for you four to carry?� he asked sharply.
�Yes, sir,� they chimed nearly in unison.
Hojo picked up his phone and punched numbers. After a moment he grimaced. �Yes,� he said, waving the orderlies toward the bedroom. �Is this James? Good. What do you mean by making my orderlies carry the damn bed?�
A pause.
�Your failure to properly staff your own department isn�t my concern. My people are for my department, not yours. If I have to call you about this again, you�ll rue it.� He slammed the phone down.
He really, really didn�t like it when the rest of Shin-Ra picked on his team.
His men looked at one another and grinned. In a few minutes they�d changed out the beds and even made the new one up. I found myself impressed by their speed.
�Thank you, gentlemen,� Hojo said, not looking up from his work. �Take a bottle from my cabinet on your way out.�
�Thank you, sir,� they said chorally, not hesitating in obeying him. I saw one of them grab a bottle of Triple Filter Silver.
�Well, go try it out, Miss Grey,� Hojo grunted at me.
I jumped up, never forgetting for a moment anything he told me to do had ugly ramifications if I disobeyed.
Oh, it was squashy. I sank down onto it, knowing I�d sleep better now. The feather comforter felt fluffy and soft. I pushed my hand under it to touch sheets made of smooth silk.
Gilded cage, indeed. Now I needed basic feminine toiletries and my glossy imprisonment would be complete.
I walked back out and picked up my work again.
�Like it?� he asked, his eyes moving from the monitor to me.
I smiled.
He pulled his hands away from the keyboard and sat back. �What a lovely smile, my dear.�
To my horror, I blushed.
Now, he smiled. �You�re a gentle creature, aren�t you?� he asked rhetorically. �I can easily see why people would speak to you about their problems.� He held his hand out. �Let me check your larynx.�
I approached. He pushed his chair back but did not stand up. Again he touched my collar and again I felt warm all over as the thing scanned me. Hojo raised his eyebrows. �You�re healed,� he announced. �Don�t talk too much at first, though. Give your voice a chance to harden off.� He let go of the collar. His black eyes met mine. �Say my name,� he commanded gently. �Let�s hear you.�
�Professor Hojo, sir,� I said, feeling hot for reasons unrelated to my slave collar.
His eyes half-lidded. �Lovely, just like your smile,� he said. �I knew you wouldn�t have one of those annoying, high-pitched squeaks. I can bear your voice easily.� He took his eyes away. �Alright, back to work for both of us.�
I returned to my seat yet again, wondering what the hell happened. I hadn�t been thinking of sex. I�d been intent upon obeying, only, but then he�d looked at me and I�d�
I�d responded.
I looked down and saw my nipples had hardened.
Had he seen?
I cast a quick glance at him from overtop my work. He typed away serenely, seemingly into his zone. Relieved, I let out a shaky breath. This was not a good development. I couldn�t invite a sexual aspect into a very lopsided relationship. Why did my body like him so much? Why did I respond to him like this?
I forced myself to work and to not think about it. After about five minutes I succeeded. An hour went by. I finished one stack of papers and moved to the next. Hojo still typed away. Another hour passed. Just as I finished the second stack, a knock came. Hojo glanced at the clock. �Our supper,� he announced. �Come in, Michael.�
A tall and well-made man came in, arms full of boxes and bags. �Professor, sir,� he said. �I ordered fried squash for your side item and sprout salad with tomatoes and calamata olives in a red wine vinaigrette.� He placed the food on Hojo�s desk, shooting me a smile. �Hello, Miss Grey,� he said. �Good to see you on this side of a cell.�
I shot my eyes toward his neck. A collar just like mine encircled his throat. Surprised, I looked up into his dark brown eyes. He chuckled. �You didn�t think the Professor would give a secretarial position to a Shin-Ra homunculus, did you?�
�Michael has been with me for three years now,� Hojo explained, inspecting his dinner. �What�s in the other bag?�
�Extra bedding, sir, and bathroom essentials.� Michael took the bag into the bedroom. As he came back out, he winked at me.
�Excellent, Michael,� Hojo praised. �You can have the rest of the evening off. I�ll answer my own phone.�
�Thank you, sir,� Michael grinned at him. �You�re always so generous on steak night.�
�Must you flirt with me like Tracy does?� Hojo waved him toward the door as he cracked open a bottle of water. �Get out. For the record, she�s better at it than you are.�
Michael laughed out loud. �Good night, sir.� He took the door.
Hojo rolled his eyes. �Eat,� he commanded me. �Work later. You�ve already caught me up sufficiently.�
And here I thought he hadn�t paid attention to me.
I grabbed up a plate and served myself. He�d had his secretary for three years. That fact kept running through my mind. And, Michael didn�t seem at all unhappy.
�Slide your chair closer and use my desk for a table,� Hojo said. �I trust you not to splash food everywhere.�
I did as he said and dug in. The juicy, half-cooked steak had a great seasoning on it. I happily ate it all before moving on to the fried squash. It too tasted good. However, the sprout salad was simply divine.
We finished and I cleaned up the mess. Hojo watched me as he lit a smoke. �What occupies your mind?� he asked.
�Job security,� I murmured.
He nodded. �A natural enough subject.� He blew a smoke ring, tilting back in his chair. �It concerned you Michael seemed happy with slavery.�
�Yes.� I saw no reason to downplay or deny.
Hojo�s dark eyes sought mine. �We�re all slaves, Miss Grey.�
In a manner of thinking I understood his claim. Still, I had a collar around my neck and he did not. I chose to stay quiet rather than challenge him. I didn�t think I could bear a punishment he came up with.
�I see you have trouble with that concept,� he murmured. �Think of it like this. I can make ten thousand gil in two hour�s time. Why am I working for Shin-Ra?�
Startled, I thought about that. Why did he work for Shin-Ra? He could go somewhere else�
No, he couldn�t. There was no �somewhere else�. Shin-Ra practically owned the world, and what they didn�t own, they controlled.
�I see you understand the bigger picture,� he said. �You�re a quick study for someone very recently ill and currently nearly sleepless.� He got up and walked over to me. I instantly rose to my feet. He took my wrist and felt for my pulse. �I don�t expect you to share my philosophy, of course,� he said, looking at his watch. �Society enforces the idea of an informal caste system. You haven�t been in my own little microcosm of the world for very long, but you�ll see in time that my only prejudice is against deliberate stupidity.�
He raised his warm hand to my neck and gently felt my pulse there. �Not that I treat all my people equally,� he went on. �I treat my enforced labor better than my other staff members. They all know it and they resent it.�
I thought of the few, jealous faces I�d seen upon entering the main lab for the first time.
�They all covet your current position, sooner or later. My last full-time attendant couldn�t stand it. I had to reassign him to laundry. My next hopeful, sad as it seems, was Jean. I�m sure he couldn�t find your blankets because of sabotage.� Hojo stepped back, his gaze claiming mine. �Can you imagine it, my dear? I have experienced, knowledgeable staff with degrees and honors, yet they desire my boot heel. They desire being my slave.�
The very concept amazed me. I sat down rather hard and stared at his shiny belt buckle.
�Why do I treat my slaves better?� Hojo propped himself on his desk, crossing his ankles and bracing on his hands. �You tell me. Take your time.�
I truly had no idea where to start with my answer. I didn�t want to claim nobility. Though his actions could be seen as noble, truly they weren�t. A slave is a slave. But then, I thought about Michael�s respectful but familiar manner with Hojo. Like me, Michael anticipated. He correctly predicted Hojo would appreciate it if he ordered extra bed clothes and toiletries for me.
It went back to Hojo�s status as primal. He responded to people who obeyed him for survival�s sake instead of for money and status. It stroked his ego and probably seemed more honest to him.
Could I tell him this out loud?
I met his eyes. �Because slaves belong to you more,� I said. �You use your own slavery with Shin-Ra to get slaves yourself. They�re pets, and you�re a good pet owner.�
Hojo smiled gently. �Good girl.� He leaned up and crossed his arms over his chest. �Anything else?�
�A slave can go up or down, just like anyone else,� I answered, forging this territory again. �People tend to respond favorably to positive reinforcement, which you give easily. This ensures the best service to you.�
He grinned, showing me a mouth full of white teeth. �Oh, very, very good. Anything else?�
I thought about it. �Because you want your paid staff members to weed out the unsuitable slaves, you let one faction struggle with the other instead of wasting your own time culling labor.�
Hojo chuckled. �You guessed on that one, Miss Grey. But, you�re correct.� He took his glasses off and wiped them on his shirt, still smiling. �Your psychology skills shine. I can see I don�t need to let my paid workers hammer on you. You�ll tell me if you encounter trouble, yes?�
�Yes, sir,� I said quietly. I felt in awe of his cavalier cunning. �Thank you, sir.�
�I think I�ve stressed your voice, your writing hand and your mind enough for one day,� Hojo said. �Tomorrow is Friday. You�ll hear the alarm at seven. From there you have an hour to clean up and wander into the lounge for coffee. I�ll meet you in there.� He walked to his coat rack and took a long, dark, flared trench coat down. �You should sleep better with me gone and a new, soft bed. If you have a problem, call Michael. His private extension is four and his work desk is two.�
�Yes, sir, thank you.� I didn�t know how I would feel with privacy.
�Good night, Miss Grey,� he returned. �Sleep well.�
I saw the light on his door panel switch to purple once he stood on the other side.
He�d locked me in.
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