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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
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
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- 33-33
- 34-34
- 35-35
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
- 40-40
- 41-41
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- 44-44
- 45-45
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- 48-48
- 49-49
- 50-50
- 51-51
- 52-52
- 53-53
- 54-54
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- 56-56
- 57-57
- 58-58
- 59-59
- 60-60
- 61-61
- 62-62
- 63-63
- 64-64
- 65-65
- 66-66
- 67-67
- 68-68
- 69-69
- 70-70
- 7
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- 9
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.

�Sir, am I allowed to ask you questions?�
Hojo looked up from the microscope, turning his head toward me. Slowly, he put his glasses back on and reached for the clipboard I held. �Of course,� he replied. �Do you have one for me now?�
�Yes.�
�Then ask, my dear.� He shorthanded swiftly before taking the slide off the scope.
�Do you have more than four slaves?�
�No,� he said absently. I saw him slap a timer button on a portable table clock. �I can only afford four. I suppose I might stretch my budget for one more, if pressed.�
�You pay for us out of your own pocket?�
�Yes.� Hojo picked up a small case and handed it to me. �We�re going to the bio-lab now, Miss Grey.�
I found it easier to keep up with his pace today. We took a very long hallway to an elevator, passing many people in white coats. He punched a button labeled SL-19 and we began to descend. Because we were the only occupants of the carriage, I easily picked up his scent.
I closed my eyes, inhaling, trying to figure out what exactly I smelled under the amber. It was dark, very dark. Musky. Again, I detected blood.
The door chimed and we came to a halt. I followed Hojo out into a massive room filled with machinery and blinking lights. He led me past a few dozen large tanks of glass. I saw�things floating inside like giant, pickled�things. A thing with tentacles opened a milky eye to stare at me. Horrified and frightened, I quickly got on Hojo�s opposite side.
He chuckled. �They won�t hurt you,� he assured. �They�re incapable of it.�
�They�re hideous, sir,� I replied.
�Do you think so?� he asked, sounding genuinely surprised. �Why?�
�The tentacles, sir.�
�Ahhh,� he breathed. �But tentacles are so very useful, my dear.� He glanced down at me, a small smile on his lips. �Tentacles are capable of minute manipulations finite fingers cannot copy.�
I wondered if he knew he tended to alliterate.
Alliteration is a sign of madness.
�I won�t put you down for tentacles, alright?� he said, his voice lilting upward slightly.
Not really knowing what he meant, I simply agreed. �Thank you, sir.�
�Wouldn�t hurt for you have a little more strength, however,� he continued, taking us by a knot of people gathered at a computer station. �Would you object to that?�
�I don�t know, sir. May I think about that awhile?� I could buy myself some time, perhaps. I didn�t want to answer tricky questions before I had a bigger picture of things.
�Of course, my dear, because you ask so nicely and you�re always so respectful; I appreciate that.� Hojo took me by the arm and gently tugged me toward a row of cells very similar to the one I�d occupied. �But, consider who I am. I could modify you in nearly any way you might want.� Again he looked down at me, his dark eyes thoughtful. �Still, any modification would have to be internal. You don�t require any external revision.�
I didn�t know whether to be flattered or scared witless.
�Did you enjoy talking to Michael?� He took a file and the case from my arms, standing outside of a pod and looking in. �A font of valuable information, he is.�
�He seemed nice,� I answered cautiously. �I talked to him about my status as a slave. He told me about Tracy and what would happen if I didn�t obey your orders.�
�Yes, I heard your entire conversation,� he murmured, making notations on his board. �It�s nice to know you thought my effort with Tracy exceptional. I worked hard on her.�
�She�s�just lovely.� And, she was. He wasn�t going to bring up orgasm as punishment and so neither would I.
�Tracy had feminine features to begin with.� Hojo sidestepped to the next pod. I noticed he tried to juggle a scientific calculator while holding the clipboard. He was left handed.
�I�ll hold that for you, if you like, sir,� I said.
�Hm?� He looked at me. �Oh.� He gave me the calculator. �Can you use it?� he asked.
�Yes.�
�Good. Wonderful, Miss Grey.�
For the next fifteen minutes I followed him, working problems as he called them out and notating them next to pod numbers on the chart. Once we finished, he took the clipboard back and checked everything over for about two minutes. His piercing, intelligent eyes went to me. �Have you scientific training, Miss Grey?�
�No, I just have eidetic memory. I never forget anything. All my schooling is still in my head.�
Hojo gave a little shiver. �Eidetic memory? Really?� He moved a little closer to me. It seemed his close proximity cut off my air.
�Yes.�
�How�nice�� Hojo scanned me. �Tell me something, Miss Grey?�
�Yes,� I replied, feeling nervous. Of course I�d tell him. He owned me.
�How is it that a beautiful, intelligent, natural blonde such as yourself evaded a wedding ring and children?�
His eyes just pinned me to the spot. I could go into my sordid past, certainly, but not here in a public room.
�I�� I shook my head. �I can�t tell you with any confidence,� I admitted. �There�s always been something wrong with my partners.� I�d divert him to current day instead of my past.
�Indeed?� Hojo leaned against a pod. A terrible cacophony of banging and shouting came from the cell as its occupant sensed him. He ignored it. �Give me an example.�
�Well,� I said, clutching the clipboard to my chest. �I like someone on par with my own intelligence, for one thing. For another, I find most men these days to be�artless.� Did he not care that the cell occupant wanted his blood? The banging and shouting just kept on and on.
�Artless,� he repeated. �In the bedroom, or somewhere else?�
I blushed. �Everywhere, honestly. No one seems to want to discuss motive, inspiration or any of the deeper matters. It�s right to the bed and that�s it.� Really, I spoke the truth. And, it somewhat disgusted me.
Hojo�s face scrunched. He bit his lip. Suddenly, he began to laugh. He bent over, clutching at his stomach. For a long few seconds he indulged in his humor. Then, he straightened, wiping a tear from the corner of one eye. His hand came out. Taking a bit of my hair, he ran his hand through it, seeming to savor the texture. �You are so refreshing,� he said matter-of-factly. �And, you�re quite open. I have a feeling you�re like that with nearly everyone, am I right?�
�I don�t feel the need to hide much,� I admitted. �We�re all flawed. I prefer not to waste energy trying to conceal it.�
�And quite right,� he replied. �You never have a need to hide anything, especially from me.�
�I won�t attempt it,� I vowed, meaning it. If and when I wanted to assert myself with Hojo, I�d do it on the up and up. To do any less would cause problems, I felt certain.
�I believe you.� Hojo hit a button on the wall. �Come, Miss Grey, it�s time for lunch. Afterward you�ll accompany me to the med school.�
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Lunch was right on par with yesterday�s breakfast. I took a tray and sat beside Hojo, noticing he tended to opt for greens and pasta instead of mystery meat. Michael sat on my other side, coming in just before the meal time stopped. �Hya, Vicky,� he said, picking up his fork and opening his milk all at the same time. �Professor,� he greeted Hojo.
�Michael,� Hojo said in a serene voice. �You know your physical is due?�
�Yes, sir,� Michael said, flicking a stray pea from his mashed potatoes. �I was wondering, could I get another J-Cell shot?�
Hojo opened his orange juice. I took note of his slender, elegant wrists, exposed when his sleeves rode up. �I suppose,� he said. �Not satisfied with your current abilities?�
Michael shrugged, as he obviously liked to do. �Everything�s fine,� he disclosed. �I just wanted more, sir.�
�Good boy.� Hojo poked his mystery meat and instead of cutting into it, dug into his rice. �You�re very adaptable to J-Cells. Must be your AB-Negative blood.�
Michael nodded. �By the way, the med school just called. They had bomb threat and won�t be doing their talk until Monday. You�re off the hook.�
�Good.� Hojo stabbed his mystery meat. �Take the rest of the day off. Go into town or something.�
�Cool.� Michael thrust his neck out, crossing into my area of space. �Take my governor off for temporary leave, sir, and I�ll go get that coffee booze you like so much.�
Hojo heaved a sigh through his nose. He pushed against Michael�s collar, pressing his thumb print into the scanner. �Twelve hour stasis,� he said softly. �Authorization Kanaye Hojo.�
�Awesome.� Michael got up, hefting his tray. �Want anything while I�m gone, sir?�
�No, but take Miss Grey with you.� Hojo put his fork down to glare at his tray. �She doubtless needs a few things, and some time away.�
�Great.� Michael grabbed my arm, pulling me up from the table. �C�mon, Vic,� he said.
�But,� I said, looking toward Hojo.
�No, no, go on,� Hojo said. �Your room will be open. After midnight, if you aren�t back, I�ll find you.�
�Don�t argue with the man.� Michael tugged me away from the table and guided me down the crowded isle. �He�s got tons of cash waiting for your shopping needs, and generosity to spare.�
In minutes we stood at the edge of Shi-Ra property, waiting for a bus. Michael blew into his hands, staving off the cool air. �Holy Shiva,� he swore, �I forget how cold Spring is outside the compound.�
�What?� I huddled against the wind break, confused. �Shin-Ra can�t control the weather.�
Michael laughed. �Yeah, sweetie, they can,� he countered. �You haven�t been out enough to know it, but within the compound we have mostly temperate weather no matter what.� He dug into his pocket, taking out a small, plastic card.
The bright green bus pulled up and Michael grabbed me, hauled me onto it and escorted me down the length of it in no time. �First stop, the Emporium,� he said firmly, shoving me into a bench seat. He sat beside me and took a pack of crackers from his coat pocket. The cellophane crackled as he broke it open. �You need tampons and shit, right?�
�Um, no,� I said, blushing. �I use napkins.�
�Good for you.� Michael nodded his approval. �Toxic shock and all that.� He glanced at me. �Though, you look like the clean type.�
�I am clean,� I stressed, trying to relax up against the cold window.
�Sure,� he replied softly. �I could tell. You�re that sort of girl.� He waved at a SOLDIER getting on the bus, breaking out into a big smile. �I used to be a girl. I know all about it.�
I felt weak. �You what?� I asked.
�I used to be a girl.� Michael grinned at the big soldier before turning his attention to me. �Daddy Hojo fixed me up.�
�He did?� I really didn�t feel comfortable now. Was I the only person in Hojo�s department that stuck with their born gender?
�Yep.� Michael undid his pants fastening. �Look here and tell me he doesn�t do good work.�
Despite myself, I looked. A very ordinary, soft but hefty penis met my eyes.
�I�ve been a man trapped in a woman�s body all my life,� Michael said, buttoning up and looking satisfied. �The professor fixed that for me and I�ve never been happier.�
�Well, good,� I responded weakly. �Did it take long?�
�A few months,� Michael answered, reaching over me to open the window. �He did Tracy at the same time, actually. We hooked up for awhile but Tracy�s too swinging for me.�
�So,� I said after the bus started moving. �Why don�t you give Tracy your reproductive organs if you aren�t going to use them?�
Michael froze. �You know,� he said quietly. �That�s great idea. She still has her ball sack. We could switch. I think she�s even AB Negative.�
�Great,� I said weakly.
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