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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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Michael jerked me from one end of the store to the other. He filled a cart with clothes for me, adding any little thing he thought I would need. I went a bit numb after the third hour of his chatty talking, responding with affirmatives just to keep him entertained. By dark I felt exhausted.
�You look beat,� Michael or Michelle, or whatever her goddamn name really was, said as he/she tugged me and my bags toward a bus stop. �I guess you�ll sleep good tonight.�
�Uh-huh,� I said, closing my eyes as we sat on the hard, wooden bench.
�The master won�t be there when you get back, likely,� he said. �He usually takes off early on Friday and I don�t normally see him until Sunday, when he comes in for bio-evals.� He turned his head and looked at me. �You been to the bio lab yet?�
�Today,� I confirmed.
�Creepy, huh?�
�Very strange,� I agreed.
Michael laughed. �Yeah,� he agreed. �When I was his primary assistant we started there. I lasted a few weeks before caving in and asking to not go there.�
I looked at him. �You mean, you can ask for non-involvement and he�ll grant it?�
�Sure.� Michael opened a tin of canned potato chips and stated munching. �Daddy Hojo doesn�t want any hindrance. He�ll accept it if you don�t want to be there.�
�Oh my god,� I said. �Thanks for telling me.�
�No problem. Try to stick it out, though. He never has an assistant that�ll go there and hang out with him. I think he gets lonely.� Michael chewed loudly. �Actually, I think he�s lonely anyway. You see how the rest of Shin-Ra treats him, and how they treat us. I guess that�s why he has so many pets.�
That Hojo felt lonely hadn�t occurred to me. The idea made me�sad. I hated that I cared, too.
�Yeah, I see that look,� Michael said, shaking his chip tin. �I don�t like it either. He�s actually decent to his people. I�m not saying he�s a nice guy or anything, but you�ll see.� He threw his empty container into a nearby waste bin with a clang. �You have really nice hair, Vic. I can tell it�s not from a bottle. Why don�t you let me trim your ends a little?�
�I don�t know,� I said, sighing. �I�m not trying to look pretty anymore, am I?�
�Who says you can�t look pretty just because you belong to Daddy?�
�Does he know you call him that?�
�Nope. And, he never will unless you rat me out.� Michael grinned.
�I won�t tell on you.�
�Yeah, I got that impression.�
The bus came. We piled on and sat with our bags on top of us. I made an inventory of the clothing Michael insisted I buy. �Am I allowed to wear these clothes?� I asked. �I mean, he had someone bring me scrubs.�
�What you wear on your own time is no concern to Daddy.� Michael put a stick of gum in his mouth and began to chew furiously. �However, he doesn�t like it if we go out drinking. If you want to knock back a couple of belts, do it in front of him and with his permission.�
�Okay.�
�He might even join you. I promise you�ll enjoy that.� Michael started laughing quietly. �You think he�s acerbic? Wait until you see him take half a bottle of Triple Filter down and the phone starts ringing. Holy Shiva, he�s got a tongue to flay the hide off a swamp zolom.�
�I imagine he could be a really, really mean drunk,� I replied, shuddering to imagine it. �Did you get his coffee liquor?�
�Oh, yeah, and something else, too.� Michael patted a large bag. �He loves presents, even when they�re bought with his gil.�
I had a hard time picturing that. It must have showed on my face. Michael laughed again. �It�s like when a kid uses their allowance to buy a gift for a parent,� he explained. �Seriously, Vic, just watch him awhile. You�ll be surprised how he thinks of us.�
The bus started to move.
�You say he likes us more than his regular staff, but I heard him dressing Jean down and it was terrible,� I said. �He turned him into a janitor.�
�Jean asks for it.� Michael snapped his gum loudly. �He�s not a good pet.�
I shook my head. �I�m having so much trouble with this, honestly, Michael.�
�I know you are, sweetie.� Michael put his arm around my shoulders and hugged me a moment. The gesture of support made me want to cry. �Look at it like this, okay?� He let go of me and took my hand. �You had a mortgage, a job and responsibilities, didn�t you?�
�Yes.� I�d had all of those.
�Well, you got rid of them. You exchanged all your masters for a single master.�
�But, he�s going to be more trouble than all of the other ones combined!� I cried out, covering my face. �I�m scared of him, Michael! He�s so�� I didn�t even have words to describe.
�Focused,� Michael finished for me, pulling me close. I caught a glimpse of sadness in his brown eyes.
He certainly felt like a male. His hard muscles and flat chest did not make me think of a woman. Still, I wasn�t attracted to him. This felt like a brotherly embrace.
�I promise he won�t hurt you just for kicks,� Michael went on, smoothing my hair. �He has punching bags, believe me. He doesn�t need to add you to the list.� He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to me. �Just relax and go with this, sweetie. Don�t try to be happy but don�t force yourself to be sad, either. It�s not healthy to tell yourself you need to be afraid, or resentful.�
�I�ll try,� I said, sniffling. I felt a little better now that I�d told someone how afraid I felt. I�d kept it squashed down for survival�s sake for weeks and it just had to come out eventually.
Michael smiled at me. �You�re a brave girl, Vic. I�ve seen people faint at the sight of blood and here you were trying to stop up a hole in Jenson�s neck the very first day. I was impressed. And you know what? Everyone else was too, not to mention Daddy.� He hugged me again. �You can adapt, I know you can.�
I relaxed in his comforting embrace, my eyes staring out the bus window at all the lights.
I hoped he was right. I didn�t feel very brave.
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We decided to put Hojo�s presents in the office, even if he wasn�t there. Michael really, really rubbed in his status as a pet as we went through the lab and down the hall. He stuck his head in the break room and scanned it for someone to snub, giving a sigh of disappointment. �No good targets tonight,� he muttered, and we continued.
�You get off on it, don�t you?� I held my thumb up to the door scanner. �You really enjoy making those lab people jealous.�
�They started it.� Michael juggled a bag or two, trying to prevent an accident. I grabbed a few as the door opened.
We quieted upon seeing Hojo at his desk. He grunted, not looking in our direction but waving his burning cigarette to acknowledge us. Michael steered us into my bedroom. �He doesn�t require a greeting if you come upon him in the middle of his work,� he whispered in my ear. �And, he�ll consider you off duty until tomorrow, so relax, sweetheart.�
I nodded.
Michael started dumping bags and talking very lowly. �Alright, we have your clothes, your shoes, your underwear and your cosmetics,� he listed.
�I told you I don�t wear makeup,� I said, almost irritated. We�d had a small disagreement at the cosmetics counter several hours ago. Apparently he�d gone ahead and bought it for me anyway.
�You might want it sometime,� he defended, placing a hard plastic case on my dresser. �You needed a bra, though. You�re too big to go without.�
�I�m quite happy with getting a bra, thanks,� I said, yanking the lacy thing out of his hand. �It makes me feel weird to have you handling my underwear, Michael.�
�Is it the gender thing?� he asked, grinning and picking up a thong.
I snatched it, too. �I wouldn�t let my best friend touch my underwear.�
�Hey, I get you.� Michael held his hands up in surrender. �Let me trim your hair for you and I�ll piss off.�
I liked him, I decided. He amused me and aggravated me. Rolling my eyes, I relented. �Okay.�
�I�ll get scissors from Da-.� Michael stopped short. �I�ll get scissors,� he said, flushing.
I watched him walk into the office with his hands behind his back. He stopped about three feet from the desk and waited for Hojo to grant him time. Our master didn�t make him wait long. He typed very quickly for a few seconds and then sat back. �Yes, Michael?� he asked softly.
�May I please borrow a pair of scissors, sir?� Michael asked very respectfully.
Hojo opened a drawer, dug around and pulled out a pair of shears that look capable of chopping off someone�s hand in one go. He gave them over, handles-first. As Michael�s fingers closed over them, Hojo reached across and slapped his hand. It wasn�t a hard hit, I could tell, but it made me and Michael jump about a foot. �Don�t call me Daddy,� he said.
Placidly, he went back to typing.
Michael, grinning and blushing, walked very quickly back to my room. �Knew he�d catch it,� he whispered. �Ears like an owl.�
I went into the bathroom and wet my hair to make it easier to cut. When I came back out I caught Michael just as he finished putting all my things away. Saying nothing, I sat down on the bed. He climbed up behind me and draped a towel over my shoulders. �I ordered a good bed,� he observed. �Like the sheets?�
�They�re heavenly.� I meant that. �I love being warm, too.�
�Yeah, those refrigerated cells are rough.� Michael combed my hair as straight as he could and held a piece down. �This is natural curl,� he said, sounding disgusted.
�Is that bad?�
�No. I would have killed to be a natural blonde with spiral curls when I was still a woman.� He snipped a bit. �Would you let me layer it?�
�Do whatever you like,� I sighed. �I don�t know what looks good.�
He cut for awhile. I daydreamed about walking in a field full of flowers. I hated that I�d never get to do that again. I�d be stuck here.
�Your hair is like, three feet long,� Michael said, startling me out of my thoughts. �Have you been growing it out or does it just grow fast?�
�It grows fast.�
�Lucky, lucky girl.�
Snip, snip, snip.
�How come you don�t have a man to pine over?� Michael brought a section of hair around to one side. �Hold that.�
�They disappoint me.� A short version of what I�d told Hojo, but still the truth.
�They tend to do that. I try not to do that.� He pulled another section around on the other side. I held that piece for him too. �I make a wonderful boyfriend. Unfortunately, I tend to go for girls that like someone else.�
�You do realize this is a surreal conversation, don�t you?� I asked him.
�Sure.� He cut a little more. �I�m almost done. Shiva, it�s going to look great, even though I�m using these wretched, left-handed scissors.� He took all the locks he�d made me hold, bringing them back and trimming them a little. �I�m dating a girl in accounting right now, one of Tracy�s friends. Her name is Rose, can you believe it? Old fashioned and pretty.�
I felt glad Michael had a nice girl. Too, I wondered if friendship with him required me entrenching myself in Shin-Ra gossip.
�All done.� Michael vaulted off the bed.
�Michael, you have scissors in your hand,� Hojo said, his voice carrying clear and sharp. �If I see you do that again, I�ll cane you.�
�I�m sorry, sir,� Michael said at once, putting the shears point down and approaching him.
Hojo took his wicked instrument back and put it away, looking at my new friend over the tops of his glasses. �You could get hurt,� he lectured, his voice horribly cold and stern. �You could have hurt Miss Grey.�
Michael hung his head. �I�m really, really sorry, sir,� he said in a quiet, meek voice. �I�ll remember not to do it again.�
�Good enough.� Hojo sat back. �Where�s my coffee liquor?�
Just like that, Hojo�s reprimand ended.
Michael darted back and grabbed a bag off the floor. I barely had time to register his movements. He winked at me before returning to our master.
�I got you something else too,� he announced, putting the dark alcohol on the desk. He brought out another bottle, this one as clear and sparkling as water shown on television. �This is really, really good vodka. And, it was a special.�
Hojo smiled at him. �I knew I kept you for a reason.� He gestured to his drinks cabinet.
Michael took both bottles up, put them carefully away, and came back. �I�m leaving now, sir,� he said. �Do you want anything before I go?�
Hojo leaned up and pressed on Michael�s collar. �Reset,� he said. �No, Michael, thank you. Sleep well.�
�Thank you, sir.� Michael leaned so he could see me through the door. �Goodnight, Vic!�
I returned his goodnight and waved. Seconds later I heard the door open and close. Hojo heaved a large sigh, putting his forehead in his hand. Clearly, Michael exasperated him.
�Such a lovely girl, he was, so quiet and mousy.�
I grinned. Michael�s gender-switch had loosed a whirlwind on Hojo.
�I see you smiling,� he said, not sounding upset. �You think I deserve him, don�t you?�
I got up and dumped the hair from my towel into a wastebasket. Standing in the doorway, I clasped my hands together. �Maybe, sir,� I answered. �But, he really does like you.�
Hojo went still. A moment passed. Suddenly, he raised his head fully upright and looked me dead in the eyes. �Did he tell you that, Miss Grey?�
�He didn�t have to tell me.� I didn�t know how long I could take those dark eyes.
Hojo kept looking at me. �Do you have a degree in psychiatry, Miss Grey?�
�Yes, sir.�
He finally blinked.
And then, I saw it. I saw exactly what Michael had told me I would see. It took my breath away and made my stomach ache. What I�d said to cause this, I didn�t know, but I didn�t like it.
Hojo was lonely. It lent emptiness to his eyes, that very cold and starless night I�d seen in him from the first moment.
He tilted back in his chair, lifting his face toward the ceiling. Slowly, he took his glasses off and tossed them onto his desk. �Tomorrow is Saturday,� he said quietly. �You can sleep in all you want.�
A dismissal if I�d ever heard one put politely. �Goodnight, sir, thank you,� I said.
�Goodnight, Miss Grey,� he murmured. �Sleep well.�
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