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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.

Three months. The baby showed now. I took to wearing long dresses to cover that fact. I wanted no prying questions.
I scheduled for prenatal care in a clinic far away from my office. The day I went, I wore a wig, dark glasses and a long coat. I wasn�t ashamed of my baby, but I needed to protect myself. If Sephiroth managed to see me�
I sat like a numb thing in the prep room, the two liters of water I�d swallowed for the test pushing uncomfortably in my bladder. I wished I had Hojo with me. Hell, Hojo was a brilliant doctor. I could imagine how carefully he would treat me and the baby, how excited he would be. I wanted to tell him so badly.
Barely listening to the prep nurse, I stretched out on the table. My eyes immediately went to the still dark monitor.
�Excited?� she asked cheerfully.
�Yes.� I managed to smile. �This is my first glimpse, of course.�
She proceeded with the pelvic scan, calling the doctor in as she flipped on the monitor. �Do you want the video recording?� she asked.
I hesitated. Evidence. Still, I wanted it. �Yes,� I answered.
The monitor got turned in her direction. I really had to go pee now.
I heard the nurse and doctor suck in a quick breath at the same time.
�What is it?� I asked fearfully. �Is my baby okay?�
The doctor smiled at me. �Everything�s fine, Miss Grey. We were surprised because�� He flipped the monitor over so I could look. �Twins are exceedingly rare for Wutainians.�
I stared at the screen in disbelief. �I�m not from Wutai,� I said faintly, watching the two children inside my womb move.
�You have the father down as Wutainian,� he replied. �They look very healthy, even larger and stronger than most at this stage, which is also rare for twins. Usually the fetus� are smaller when a womb is shared.� He smiled at me. �And, they�re fraternal; they have separate placenta.� He pointed to a little lump on one image. �You have one boy and�� He pointed to the other. �And, one girl. It�s unusual to be able to tell the sexes this early.� He grinned. �Congratulations. I know many people who would kill to have one of each at the same time.�
I gave him a weak smile.
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I came home and just sat on my couch, feeling both elated and horrified. How could I raise two children by myself? I wanted Hojo with me so badly. He would be so supportive. He would hold me. He would protect me and the babies. He would love his children. I put my face in my hands and wept.
�Bad date?�
The sound of that voice made my head shoot up. Sephiroth sat behind my desk like he owned it, idly flipping through my mail. �You�re all dressed up,� he went on. �Wearing a wig, too. Trying to hide?�
�Maybe I want to be someone else,� I said, fear making my lips cold and rubbery. �Why are you here?�
�You�re my therapist,� he said, as if I asked a stupid question. Green eyes raked me. �You should take better care of yourself. You�ve lost weight.�
Incredulous, I just stared at him.
�So, I�m here for my session,� he announced.
�You�ll have to pay for it,� I snapped, getting up. �I don�t work for your father anymore.�
�Don�t be tiresome.� He dropped a bag on my desk, a bag that clinked heavily. �Aren�t you going to ask me how your beloved is doing?�
�Is he all right?� I asked, dread squeezing my heart.
�I shouldn�t tell you, you�ve been rude.� He leaned back, putting his arms behind his head.
�Please, tell me.� I didn�t care I begged.
�He�s fine, physically.� Sephiroth�s eyes floated around the room. �I took your letter; he never received it.�
�You have a reason for being cruel?� I clutched at my heart, feeling it would just stop. �You couldn�t even let me say goodbye to him?�
Sephiroth�s eyes began to glow a little. �You haven�t gotten over him yet, have you? You really should move on. I tell him that too, but I don�t think he listens. He just keeps looking at that ridiculous collar you used to wear.� He met my eyes. �Aren�t you going to congratulate me on returning to flesh?�
�My sincere congratulations,� I said, my voice hollow. Hope wormed its way into my soul a moment later. Hojo thought about me. He looked at my slave collar often enough to irritate Sephiroth. �Are you enjoying your third life?�
�It�s different.� Sephiroth picked up my paperweight and turned it idly in his hands. �I terrorize Rufus, of course. He deserves it. Sometimes that makes Hojo smile. He doesn�t smile much, though.� He looked at me again. �If I kill you, maybe he�ll finally move on. Perhaps I should have done that in the first place.� He sighed. �Still, I�ve killed a woman before. I didn�t like the way it made me feel, afterward. Your sex is particularly poor sport.�
�I would think everyone poor sport to you,� I said, coming closer.
�In general, yes,� he admitted. �I tried to get Cloud to play with me, thinking to find a decent challenge.�
�And?�
�He refused. He has a child now and wants to live for it.� Sephiroth put my paperweight down and picked up my sketch pad. He opened it up. �You�ve drawn my father,� he said, sounding surprised. �He draws you, too.�
�Would you give me a photograph?� I asked.
�I don�t take pictures. Ask that silly twat, Michael.�
�I�m allowed to contact Michael?�
�I don�t care what you do as long as you stay away from my father.� Sephiroth paged through the sketchbook, stopping suddenly. �You drew me, too?� He held the paper far away and then close. �Do I really look like that when I smile?�
God, he was so broken.
�I�m handsome. I didn�t expect that, you know. I was nine before I even saw a mirror.� He frowned, turning to the next sketch. This one displayed Jean and Alison, kissing. �I don�t understand this pressing of lips,� he announced. �What purpose does it serve?�
�Try it and find out. I can�t describe it to you.�
�No one would dare attempt it.� Sephiroth threw my sketch pad down. �No one gets close to me.�
�You can fathom why, I suppose?� My mind whirled. Sephiroth was a virgin. Little wonder he couldn�t understand why Hojo and I wanted to be together.
He shrugged, making his white pauldrons catch the light. �I�ve always frightened people. Only Hojo and Gast would have anything to do with me. Gast brought me candy sometimes. He always brought me more of it if I didn�t hurt anyone for a few weeks.�
I sat across from him, feeling an ache in my chest. I used to sit across from Hojo at his desk. This was my desk with an interloper in it, but I still drew the parallel. �Do you want to be happier, Sephiroth?� I asked softly.
�I�m not sure I know what happiness is, Miss Grey.� He looked away from me. �Describe what it�s like.�
I bit my lip. �Suppose I told you that you were loved worldwide?�
�That�s already happened.� A bored expression settled onto his fine features. �I don�t care what people think of me. The approval and censure of others is whimsical and fleeting.�
I drew a breath. �When I treat people with problems similar to yours,� I held up my hand, �and yes, there are others like you, I usually suggest pet therapy. To a degree, your father employed that very same therapy with his slaves.�
�I should take a slave?� Sephiroth�s lips formed a sneer. �I despise slavery. Death is preferable to servitude.�
�I�m not saying you should take a slave.� I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache coming on. �But, I think you could do with a dog, or a cat, or something that loves unconditionally. Animals are not like people. Animals, once you prove you care for them, will give that caring back without conditions.�
�Why?�
He sounded so much like a small child with that question and that tone that I felt my anger toward him fading a bit. Sephiroth was an emotional cripple.
�They aren�t all cluttered up with morals or the like,� I explained. �They have more simplistic needs. They want food, a safe place to sleep, and to be petted.�
He seemed to think for a moment, his eyes changing direction as he absorbed my words. �I like way cats look,� he said at last. �Dogs are so slobbery and undignified.�
I had to smile. �Yes, they aren�t at all concerned with dignity,� I agreed. �Can you hold your temper with a pet? They aren�t perfect creatures, cats. They pester for attention when they require it, and they need a sandbox to do their business in. They need very careful handling, being delicate, and they can be destructive when neglected.�
�I�ve never harmed an animal.� Sephiroth frowned. �Unless monsters count?�
That�s a philosophical pose that neither of us will ever successfully tackle.� I got up from my chair. �Would you like a drink, Sephiroth?�
�I wouldn�t mind a glass of water. It�s a long flight from Shin-Ra to Wutai.�
�You took a plane?�
�No, I flew.� Sephiroth flexed his spine. I heard a tearing noise and a single, black wing sprouted from his back. It was so large it knocked a vase off my table six feet away.
�You only have one?� I murmured. After tentacles, nothing surprised me.
�Yes.� Again he shrugged. �Hojo says I used to have two, but one disappeared. He says it means I�m crippled, somehow.�
�Do you feel crippled?� I poured his water.
Sephiroth sighed. �No,� he said at long last. �I feel incomplete.�
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