Pater Familias

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Being a weekend, the lab lights were off. I listened to the sounds of my equipment, comforted by their familiar electronic hum. I stood in the doorway just a moment, eyes closed. It felt warm in here, warm and welcoming.

Havars, sensing me, began shouting. I smiled and flicked the lights on. Time to check and see if his virtual self had compiled. Once I had a workable simulation of him and a respectable storage of his cells, I could kill him. And I could do it again and again and again.

How lovely.

At first I hadn’t wanted the responsibility. I’d felt nauseated by the thought of cosseting a darkness I’d only just managed to squash down. Then, Aerith reminded me that I had to be a balance. I could control my baser urges by moderately indulging in them. She’d encouraged me to do this.

I appreciated my little daughter-in-law.

Because virtual Havars didn’t have a Lhendberg governor, I merely viewed him from outside the chamber. I checked the numbers and felt satisfied I had an accurate copy of the man. Good. Things were progressing on schedule.

I discovered I needed to take more samples from the real Lucas Havars. Out of fifty samples only thirty five were usable. He’d tampered with himself so much his cell turnover broke a record. I’d have to deep freeze all samples from here on.

“I thought I’d find you here this weekend,” a feminine voice said from the doorway.

I turned. Sakura stood just inside my lab, her eyes coasting over me.

“I had nothing better to do,” I answered, putting on gloves and laying out sample bottles. I wondered what this woman wanted with me. She couldn’t desire me sexually; she was twenty two years old and I was eighty four. She couldn’t covet my current project or my position in Shin-Ra, either. Perhaps she wanted a mentor?

She floated in. I couldn’t help but watch the way she moved. Her long, black skirt had a slit up one side, revealing her left leg over and over again. She wore no stockings but she didn’t need them. Her legs were perfect, firm, and I ventured, smooth.

I’d love to have them wrapped around me.

My eyes traveled up her torso, admiring her trim waist. Her shirt fit her like a second skin. Again I focused on her beautiful breasts, thinking she had to be at least a D-cup. What man wouldn’t want those perfect tits in his hands?

Did she dress like this all the time?

“Getting samples?” she asked.

“Yes.” I spoke to her face with effort.

“Want help?” Sakura leaned on the table right beside me. Her scent and heat made it very difficult to focus.

I’d intended to physically force Havars to remain still for the harvesting, but I supposed I could forgo that pleasant bit of violence if it meant keeping the lovely Miss Leijanna close. I met her eyes, realizing for the first time she stood well under my height. I supposed I hadn’t noticed simply because her presence tended to distract me terribly.

“How tall are you?” I asked, putting off my answer.

“One hundred sixty centimeters,” she answered promptly. She didn’t give a sign she thought the question odd or invasive. Her grey eyes searched my face as if she enjoyed looking at me.

I finished uncapping bottles. “Yes, I would appreciate your help,” I said, answering her long-ago question. “I’ll bring Havars out and take tissue samples. If you would label the bottles for me that would make things easier.”

Sakura’s bottom lip poked out just a little. “I thought you’d wrestle with him, honestly,” she replied.

I turned to face her, intrigued. “You thought you’d get to see some violence, is that it?”

She shrugged, smiling. “I confess to a curiosity,” she said.

“I’ve heard no confession,” I retorted softly. What on earth did this woman want from me? “What are you curious about?”

Sakura’s smile widened. A gleam appeared in her eyes. “I’m confessing to a curiosity about how you look, Hojo,” she said, “when you subdue a lab rat.” She shifted, bringing her body closer to me, warming me with her radiant heat. “I know it’s a real skill and I can’t imagine you aren’t…adept.”

Holy Shiva.

She was turned on by the idea of seeing me wrangle Lucas Havars to the sluice grating.

For a long moment I just stared down into her eyes, stunned. Then, I chuckled helplessly. She grinned at my amusement, looking absolutely beautiful and not a little bit dangerous.

“Oh come on,” she teased. “Won’t you?”

Still smiling, I shook my head. I had no clue what this woman was about but she certainly stimulated me. “I don’t know if I should,” I replied, watching her eyes. “Not only is it unnecessary, it holds a slight risk.”

“You know you want to,” she returned, her pupils dilating. “Wouldn’t it feel good to let the caveman out?”

It would. It would feel good.

What a little seductress I had standing in my lab.

“Miss Leijanna,” I said, but she cut me off.

“Sakura, to you,” she interrupted.

I tilted my head at her. “Sakura,” I corrected. “My caveman is rather excitable. I should harvest samples the easy way until I have many safely stored.”

She nodded. “I didn’t think of that,” she relented, putting on a pair of latex gloves. “It would be a tragedy to kill him before he could be successfully resurrected.” She gave a sharp sigh, obviously disappointed. “Have you given any thought as to how you’ll kill him the first time?”

And they claim scientists are emotionless. No one who had ever met Sakura Leijanna would think that for long. What a bloodthirsty little piece.

I liked her.

I mentally commanded Havars to remain where he sat. He gave a shout of anger but could not budge from the floor. I keyed in the pass code and opened the door to smile at him. “Keeping occupied?” I asked.

“Fuck you, Hojo,” Havars answered. He would have spat on me but he hadn’t enough saliva; I saw him working his mouth uselessly. “You’ll never keep me here,” he went on. “I’ll get away, mark my words.”

“No, you won’t,” I countered.

“Why couldn’t he?” Sakura asked. “He’s clever enough to figure something out eventually.” She walked around, looking down upon him with clinical interest. “What’s that small circle of baldness on his scalp?”

“That’s the reason he isn’t getting away,” I answered, drawing out a new scalpel. “I planted a bomb in his brain. The moment he tries to exit the labs, he’ll explode.”

Havars blanched white. Sakura’s lips curled. “Very clever of you,” she said to me approvingly. She knelt beside of Havars with the sample bottles. “Well, Havars,” she said. “It’s so nice to see you again.”

“Get away from me, you bitch,” Havars snarled. “Don’t think I can’t remember who you are.”

Sakura laughed. She flexed, standing upright smoothly. Without pause she put her high heeled shoe over Havars’ crotch and shoved, sending him to his back with his hands over his cock. “I would hope you’d remember me,” she told him.

“Previous exposure to our Mr. Havars?” I asked, bending to slide the scalpel under his skin. I cut a good two and a half centimeter piece free, ignoring his howls. He couldn’t thrash away from me no matter how much he wanted.

“Oh yes.” Sakura knelt, holding out a sample bottle. “He and I have clashed several times on the scientific circuit.”

I dropped the tissue into the bottle, and looked up at her. “Not exactly an impartial partner, are you?” I wondered how she could have butted heads with Havars scientifically when she’d only recently graduated.

“Not at all impartial,” she agreed. “But the adjudicator knew that. I bought my place on his team just to attend the trial.”

Such honesty. I didn’t know if I could take it.

I cut another piece from Havars. He’d bitten his tongue. I dodged just in time to avoid having bloody spittle strike me in the face. “Stop trying to spit on me,” I ordered, but Sakura had already stepped forward. She drew back. I watched, awaiting the typical girly slap, but she instead made a fist.

Her strike knocked him out.

“That’s what you get,” she uttered lowly, all trace of amusement gone from her face.

I quickly harvested a few more samples. “Let’s get these in the deep freeze,’ I said, getting up. “Have you begun labeling them?”

Sakura took the last bottle from my hand and printed the pertinent information with a ballpoint. “Yes, I’m finished,” she told me. “Shall I?”

“Please.” I turned back to my prisoner as she walked toward the freezer. Flicking my gloves into the bin, I stood over the unconscious man. The bruise on his face wouldn’t heal for an hour, not even with his high mako levels. Sakura had broken his jaw, too. A terribly hard hit for a woman…

I walked back into the main area in time to see her just returning from the deep freeze. Her nipples thrust against her shirt very nicely. I felt curious as to their size. I liked larger nipples… but I just liked breasts anyway.

With people like Strife, Reno, Valentine and Elena around, I felt like the only heterosexual left on the planet. Well, at least until I got home. My son and his wife proved I wasn’t alone.

Often.

“Would you like to go have lunch?” Sakura asked, glancing at the clock while ridding herself of gloves.

She intrigued me.

I took off my lab coat and considered what it meant to take her up on an offer of lunch. Firstly, due to my almost-breakfast with Strife, I actually felt hungry. Secondly, spending more time with Sakura meant discovering what she was all about. Thirdly, I hadn’t been out for food with a beautiful woman in what felt like centuries.

“I’d enjoy lunch with you, Sakura,” I replied, watching her carefully. This woman who didn’t bat an eye over belting a helpless lab rat began blushing when I turned my attention toward her.

“Wonderful.” Sakura smiled at me almost shyly. “I know of a nice bistro just past Rock Block, on Seventh Street. Any objection to eating Wutainian fare?”

“Not one,” I answered, turning off the lab lights.