Cell Division

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.



*See author's note at bottom*

We fell asleep. I woke an hour later to find him still sleeping. He smelled good. His personal scent changed a little while he slept, becoming muskier, even darker.

I had to pee.

Getting up, I almost lost control of my bladder as a tentacle wrapped around my arm. The surprise just electrified me. I thrashed by instinct, and had to force myself to quit. “Fucking Ifrit,” I swore.

“Surprise,” Hojo said softly. “Where are you going?”

“To the bathroom, although you almost made it unnecessary!”

He burst into laughter. Letting go, he waved me on.

Slightly irritated, I stalked to the toilet and gladly relieved myself. I then brushed my teeth and washed my face for good measure. I suddenly heard the distinctive sound of masculine bladder-relief. Shocked, I turned to see Hojo happily filling the toilet not two feet away from me, his expression seraphic.

I hadn’t even heard him enter.

“Do you have to do that in front of me?” I asked, slightly embarrassed.

Hojo smirked. “I’m not in front of you, I’m beside you.” He shook off and reached for toilet paper. It was like I couldn’t look away. I watched him clean up, toss the tissue and flush. He tucked and buttoned. He nudged me over and proceeded to wash his hands. “No man has ever taken a leak in front of you?” he asked as I continued to stare at him.

“No.”

“Perhaps they had size issues,” he said neutrally, liberally applying soap. “In any case, you’ve sucked my cock; the sight of it releasing urine shouldn’t be upsetting.” He eyed me over his shoulder. “Do I have to start listing the harmless constituents of common urine or are you going to live?”

Snarky.

Then again, I didn’t have any secrets with him. He’d been everywhere in me and dealt with my bodily fluids without a flicker. Maybe I did overreact. Still, it went against my upbringing. “I’ll live,” I said, slightly snappy.

Hojo began brushing his teeth, not paying any attention to my attitude. Had I been someone else he’d have ripped me open verbally and left me bleeding. But, I was without category.

No, I had a category. He just didn’t know it. Enough for now that I knew it.

Some of his teeth looked pretty sharp.

“How come you don’t have ninety-four year old teeth?” I demanded, feeling irritable he hadn’t risen to my earlier, shrewish tone. “Accelerated healing is one thing, but tooth decay is inevitable.”

“I lose the bad teeth and new ones grow in,” he said in a smug tone. “Yours will be the same, eventually, since you’re getting so much mako.” He washed his face and grabbed blindly for a towel. “Granted, the doses are lower in semen, but I’m willing to give you your injections any way you prefer them.”

Oooohhhhh!

I had a sudden, clear image of what his wife must have suffered. I still thought she was an idiot, but maybe she hadn’t been all bad to put up with his unique self-satisfaction. He’d had so many years to perfect his ego.

“I’m taking your advice about my son,” he said suddenly. “I want you to go with me now to visit him.”

“But, he’s dead,” I pointed out. “And you said he hadn’t left a body.”

“Shin-Ra has him as a training simulation.” Hojo smiled bitterly. “He’s the last level of training, to show any little soldier bad-ass that no one is unbeaten. I can talk to him.”

“He’s a simulation and he’s sentient?” My mind threatened to just blow up.

“Yes, in a way. He can learn and adapt his own programming.” Hojo met my eyes in the mirror as he combed his curtain of black hair. “He isn’t dangerous if you don’t have a weapon. If you carry a weapon in, you’re toast. Fortunately, I was able to give him that standard. Still, Sephiroth wasn’t a fan of killing unarmed people before Jenova infected his mind. His sim was made during the peak of his success as the conqueror of Wutai.” Hojo turned to me slowly. “You can expect him to exhibit impatience, anger, curiosity and stubbornness, the likes of which an eight year old would find hard pressed to emulate.”

“Charming.”

“Sephiroth could charm the birds from the trees if he desired, be warned.” This time Hojo’s smile reflected his secret pleasure in his son. “Come; let’s spill my guts all over training room 49.”

*You all knew this was coming, if you've read my other stuff. I can't resist bringing Sephiroth into a story. You all may notice I'm repeating a theme, too.