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Disclaimer: We do not own any characters of Final Fantasy. They are the property of Square Enix and Sony. We do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Pairings:
Sephiroth/Cloud
W A R N I N G: This is about male pregnancy (possibly) and male/male
relationships. We are letting you know now what the relationships WILL
contain. So, if you are AGAINST such pairings, please find something
else more to your liking, you have been WARNED.
Flames will be ignored.
Special thanks to: Lauren, SorceressZila, SorceressZila, and to those who have read and
didn’t review thank for reading thus far. We hope you enjoyed it.
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Chapter 6: Executive Decision
Two months had passed since Hojo had been informed about the boy’s condition, and he was still no closer to
finding out the true sire of the boy’s child. He had been convinced at first that the father was Zack, but
now, after careful consideration, he wasn’t so sure.
His ordered observation of Zack had proven inconclusive. This
was a little annoying, especially seeing as how hard it had been to get Rufus
to agree with it. Without telling him
the reason why, Hojo had had to convince him it was
necessary. Necessary yes but a pain in the ass all the
same.
His spies reported that Zack never stayed in any one place for too long. His
training schedule was just about as bad as Sephiroth’s. And to top it all off,
the only time he had contact with the boy was about once a week, and at least
one weekend a month, which was usually in the company of the General.
They never spent any time alone together, and even when they
were together, neither showed any outward signs of affection towards the other.
Getting the positive evidence needed that Zack was the father was almost like looking for a
needle in a vat filled with Mako—impossible.
In an addition to that, the 1st Class SOLDIER was
usually seen in the company of a pretty brunette after his shift had ended if
it wasn’t too late, or on his off days.
On the bright side of things, the fetus was developing
normally. The only
dark cloud on the horizon however had happened last week; when Strife
came to the lab complaining about being sick each morning, and for most of the day too sometimes, reporting that certain smells also made him nauseous.
Hojo was growing concerned about the boy’s
health. Strife was losing weight—too much weight in fact, and he really didn’t
know how to solve the problem. The boy needed to start gaining weight, and
quickly… or else there was a slight possibility he might miscarry.
And that was not an option. It was vital for the fetus to live.
Having no other alterative, Hojo decided he had to go upstairs.
It was time to inform the president.
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So far, things were progressing smoothly between Cloud and the General. However, the boy’s
recent illness was beginning to worry Sephiroth. It
unnerved him, to see the boy becoming pale, to notice that he only picked at
his food.
He tried to encourage him to eat,
bringing him his favorite treats, but nothing seemed to awaken the boy’s
appetite. Never before had Sephiroth had to care for someone who was sick, he himself was rarely ill or injured, and it scared
him that his love was not getting any better.
He thought of all the things that could be the source of
Cloud’s recent illness. The only thing that came to mind was the sudden stop in
the Mako injections the boy had been receiving.
Hojo’s actions weren’t making any
sense to him. The complete treatment took three years, providing that the one
receiving the injections survived the initial dose, which Cloud had. So why would Hojo stop them so
abruptly?
There was only one way to find out what the professor was
doing.
Hacking into computers was not his specialty; Sephiroth would be the first to admit that. Stealth was… which was
how it had been so simple to get in and
out of Cloud’s quarters without being detected. Neither
he, nor his young lover, needed any more
rumors going around about them again.
And, using his special ability
for another purpose, Sephiroth was finding out
some very interesting information.
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“I am well aware of the situation, professor, which is why
you should be expecting a new colleague by tomorrow to assist you with Cadet
Strife’s pregnancy.” The Presidents voice was stern. It
held no room for argument.
Hojo remained quiet—for once.
“Have you identified the father?” This
time, a touch of ridicule laced the voice.
“No,” Hojo replied through gritted
teeth.
“I thought as much. Tseng!” Fingers snapped, and a door opened.
The tall leader of the Turks entered the office, dropping a
thick manila folder on the president’s desk. He stared
down upon the professor like he was a bit of dirt beneath his shoe, making Hojo squirm uncomfortably. Then, without a word, he turned and went back out to his
post by the door.
“I think, professor, that you will find the contents of this folder… of some
interest.” Now there was mirth in the smooth voice.
Hojo cautiously picked up the file
and extracted the contents.
Luckily, there was a chair behind him, or else he would have
fallen to the floor.
Held in his trembling fingers
were 8x10s of his test subject…..and General Sephiroth,
in rather intimate positions of various degrees.
They had been snapped with their
heads bent low towards one another…. Sephiroth had been photographed brushing
something from the young boy’s clothing, the boy gazing up at him…..and in yet
another picture it almost looked as if the couple were holding hands.
Flipping through more of the
photos, Hojo saw that Sephiroth was leading Cloud out
of a restaurant or a club with an ungloved hand at the small of the boy’s back.
He skipped some photos and stopped to stare at them locked in a heated kiss.
Were they in a… park?
This was definitely too much.
“It seems that the General took your advice to heart,” Rufus
said, waiting for a reaction.
Hojo analyzed the pictures with a
critical eye. There was more to the boy and Sephiroth’s interactions, as if…
“I may have been too hasty,” the professor replied after
some time. Sephiroth’s expressions were too open with the boy and for someone
to catch them on camera also meant that Sephiroth had let his guard down.
This was dangerous.
He was not going to let this foolish
boy undo all his hard work. Sephiroth was his
to control.
“I beg to differ, Hojo. Sephiroth’s work performance has
gone up tremendously. Even his written reports have been turned in on-time,
with little or no complaint.”
“I cannot accept that
Sephiroth is the father,” Hojo hissed.
“You can’t accept it, or you won’t accept it?” Rufus asked, smiling
inwardly at the professor’s angered face.
“Sephiroth’s Mako levels are well
beyond what is to be considered as normal. Anyone, including Strife, would die from the Mako poisoning upon completion of any type of sexual
gratification,” Hojo argued heatedly.
“You have… what? Another two months until you can do DNA
testing to be absolutely sure? This is a medical break through for you—not only
did you acquire a suitable carrier, but he was impregnated by our prized
stud! Now, shouldn’t you be celebrating
over that little triumph?” Rufus declared, with a smile
upon his face.
He swiveled his chair around to face the window overlooking
the military complex before speaking once more.
“Cloud will need to be under constant observation, to make sure that nothing
happens to him or the child. Therefore I have authorized
for him to be moved.”
“You had no right-”
“I do what is in the best interest of my employees. If you
want the child to live, and to ensure for Cloud to have more of Sephiroth’s offspring in the future, I suggest you
inform him of his condition and prepare him for the worse, should anything
happen. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an important
board meeting to attend to,” Rufus snapped, before
leaving the room.
The irate professor was left alone in Rufus Shin-Ra’s office,
cursing the president for overstepping him.
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The days following Hojo’s appointment with the president
were chaotic for the scientist. He still had not told
the teen of his condition. This information was
put on a back burner for now, as Hojo was heavily
bogged down with meeting his new co-worker, Professor Gasuto Faremishu.
They had actually worked together twenty-seven years prior,
but they’d had a falling out over Lucrecia Crescent
and Vincent Valentine.
Gast, as
he was more commonly known, quit the Jenova project, taking all his
notes and discoveries with him.
What Hojo didn’t quite understand,
was why the man would come back after all this time. Rufus must have dangled
something mighty tempting over his head to make
him come. Otherwise Gast would have told the young
executive to take a flying leap off the nearest cliff.
Well, whatever the reason was for Gast’s return, Hojo was
actually thankful to his jerk employer for it. But
he would never admit that to anyone—not even under pain of death.
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Monday started off like any other day for the General. Until Sephiroth was having his morning glass of orange
juice, and someone knocked unexpectedly upon his door.
Dressed only in his leather pants and bare feet, his hair still bound up
in a high knot, he opened the door to reveal Mr.
Shin-Ra himself, and two of his bodyguards, Tseng and Elena. Sephiroth did nothing to hide the displeasure on his face. He didn’t like to be disturbed when he was on
his own leisure time.
The newcomers clearly saw the irritation on the General’s
otherwise expressionless visage, as he turned his back
on them and returned to the kitchen, to finish whatever it was he was doing before they had interrupted him.
Sephiroth didn’t say
anything, just left them alone in his sitting room. He knew they had come here for a reason. The President would tell him what he wanted
with him soon enough, but not before he took the time to get dressed.
Rufus sat down on one of the chairs in front of Sephiroth’s
desk, not disturbed in the least by the other man’s departure, and waited
patiently for his return.
And he didn’t have to wait long.
Sephiroth re-entered the room radiating power, now that he
was fully clothed in his customary black leather outfit,
consisting of thigh-high belted boots and ankle length duster—complete
with his white metallic pauldrons and gloves.
His knee-long silver hair now floated
freely behind him.
The Turks, who were standing behind their boss, instantly stood on guard once the General stepped into the room.
Although Sephiroth was not holding Masamune, they knew he
was still dangerous.
They were only too well aware that the General possessed a power
and strength akin to that of a god—something that no mere
mortal man should have. But then, as they also
knew, he was no ordinary man. They
watched guardedly, as Sephiroth seated himself
behind his desk, turning his half narrowed eyes
towards the man that sat so comfortably before him.
“What do you want?” he asked, suspicion coloring his voice.
“To the point as always,
Sephiroth,” Rufus remarked.
“I have neither the time nor the
patience to deal with you first thing in the morning. So, if you will, say what
you came here for…. and leave.”
Rufus took a deep breath. “I’m here because you will be having a roommate soon.” He paused when he felt a
slight tremor go through the floor. He knew that
bit of information would anger Sephiroth, but
he continued on as
if nothing had happened,
knowing that the next piece of information would
placate the General. “The reason is because I don’t want this young man alone for long periods of time, in case something happens—
I want to ensure someone is with him.”
Sephiroth knew exactly who Rufus
was talking about. Was Cloud in some kind of trouble?
“And you picked me, why?” he asked guardedly.
Not turning around, Rufus
dismissed his guards, waiting until they had
left the room before he continued. “I’m going
to be honest with you,” he said, ignoring the
snort Sephiroth issued. “I know of your
relationship with young Strife…..And I also know
it is more than what you would have us
believe.”
Not receiving a reaction, Rufus
ploughed on. “When was the last time Cloud ate a proper meal without being
sick? Or when was the last time he didn’t fall asleep on you?”
A silver delicate brow raised in
question.
“Hojo
has a hidden agenda I don’t know about, involving Cloud. I want you to protect
him, which is one of the reasons why the boy will be living with you,” Rufus honesty said.
Sephiroth noted the edge to Rufus’
tone. “And the other reason is to let you know that Cloud will be back with the
other cadets to complete his training.”
“Why?”
“Like I said, I don’t want him
hurt, and he needs to know how to protect himself at any rate.”
The president stood at the same
time as Sephiroth. At the door, Rufus whispered in a soft voice, “I know what
you think of me, Sephiroth, but you know that I’m not a monster—unlike Hojo!
And if you care, or even… love, young Cloud…..Then you will do whatever is necessary to keep him
safe.”
Rufus left a stunned General standing
in the doorway, without even as much as a good-bye.
oOo TBC oOo
A/N: The plot thickens. So, Rufus has Cloud’s best interests
in mind. Does that even sound right? Don’t know? Well, stay tuned for the next
chapter.
Mitts & ArchNemesis
oOoOo Teaser for Chapter 7 oOoOo
Sephiroth was just thankful that Cloud was a male. He didn’t
need a child with his genes running around.
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