Pater Familias

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I found Andrews easily enough. He had no stealth. I, however, did. I loaded the hypno drug into my tranquilizer gun and shot him in the back of his neck. He staggered, then straightened. I had two minutes to be the first one to speak to him.

Lighting a smoke, I strolled out from behind the SMTV and approached. “Mr. Andrews,” I greeted.

He whirled. His eyes narrowed upon me, but I already saw the drug making his pupils dilate. “H- Hojo,” he said back. “Where’s Sakura?”

“I imagine she’s still in the lab,” I answered, lying. “Would you like to visit her?”

“Yeah.” Andrews staggered again. He braced himself on the hood of a car and shook his head. “I don’t feel right.”

“Probably love,” I said. “Come on, I’ll take you to Sakura.”

Like a meek and obedient farm animal, Andrews followed me back to the Shin-Ra military transport vehicle. I helped him strap in and lowered his seat so I would look alone to any unanticipated observers. “Just relax, Mr. Andrews,” I told him. “Think about how glad Sakura will be to see you.”

“Yeah,” he muttered dreamily, his eyes unfocusing.

“Yeah,” I repeated, smiling as I turned the ignition key.

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Yawning, I picked up my morning paper from the doorstop and wandered back in the apartment. It promised to be a lovely day. Warm sunlight illuminated my apartment already, and I had an hour to get to work. The lottery people had already deposited my winnings into my bank account…

A knocking came at my door as I prepared to open the newspaper. “Come in,” I said, knowing both Sephiroth and Aerith had a key.

Aerith slid inside. Her green, green eyes took me in a moment. Suddenly, she walked to me, throwing her arms around my waist. “You look great,” she told me, releasing me. “Going back to work really agreed with you.”

Pleased to start my day with her unconditional love, I smiled at her. This little Cetra chased away the darkest shadows just by her presence. “Thank you, Aerith,” I said, indulging in patting her head for just a moment. “Call it a balance of light and dark.”

“Hmm,” she said, not really answering but acknowledging me. “I have a question for you.”

“Ask away.” I studied her, noticing how these last two weeks had affected her for the better as well. She almost glowed with health and happiness.

Aerith took a little bottle from her pocket and unscrewed the cap. “Is this an accurate test for me or do I need to see you for assessment?” she asked, pulling up a little strip of paper and plastic.

I stared at the little plus sign on the strip.

My knees turned to water.

“It’s probably accurate, even with your physiology,” I croaked out. “But you can come to the lab if you want something more comprehensive.”

The Cetra was pregnant with my grandchild. By Shiva, the world would not survive.

“Okay.” Aerith tossed the bottle into my closest trashcan. Her grin told me all I needed to know. She felt delighted.

“How long?” I asked, sitting down.

“I figure from the first time, which was right after the trial.” Aerith joined me on the couch. “I guess the nanites didn’t help much.” She looked closely at me. “Are you okay? You look a little grey.”

“Better than green,” I murmured. “Does my son know?”

“Not yet.” Aerith shrugged. “I’m going to tell him when he comes home this evening. He went out early for a special something-or-other with maneuvers.”

“I see.” Feeling excited, stunned and trepidatious, I forced my eyes to her. “I’ll want to monitor you closely, of course.”

“I’m sure.” Aerith smiled, putting her hand on my shoulder. “It’ll be fine, Hojo,” she assured. “My child will be extraordinary and healthy.”

“I want to make certain you are also healthy,” I said, taking off my glasses to wipe them.

She kissed my cheek. “Don’t worry, and don’t be such an old man.”

“I am an old man,” I reminded her.

“Not physically, but I referred to your state of mind.” Aerith gave me another kiss and got up. “I’ll see you later. I’m going out and maternity window shop.”

“Premature, aren’t you,” I said.

“I want to be ready.” Aerith shot me a sly smile. “And Cetra carry their young only seven months. You didn’t know that, did you?”

“No.” I tried to smile at her and failed. “Have fun.”

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“What’s wrong with you?” Sakura looked up into my eyes from across the table, her expression concerned.

“My daughter-in-law came by the apartment this morning to inform me she’s pregnant,” I answered, throwing a wad of bloody cotton into the solution bowl. I worked to patch up a man who’d stepped too close to a mine field. I’d already modified him with slightly more metal than I thought wise. Now I stitched lab-grown skin over the metal, trying to disguise his cybernetics.

Just call me Doctor Hojo.

“That’s wonderful!’ Sakura clapped her hands together once. “You’re a grandfather!”

“Don’t remind me,” I growled. “A quarter-Cetra, three-quarters super human with Jenova cells for a grandchild.”

Sakura regarded me soberly. “Is it really so bad, Hojo?”

“No,” I sighed. “But, it will be interesting.” I finished stitching. “Let’s get Mr. Houdock into a recovery room.”

We wheeled the patient into a sterile room. I called an assistant over and instructed him to observe and inform as needed. Sakura and I met up in decontamination. “You first,” she said. “I’ll wait.”

“There are stalls,” I told her, walking in. “No need for waiting in your bloody clothes.”

I took the first stall, carrying in a fresh set of clothes. The soiled I threw into a bin. Shivering, I turned the water on. For a solid minute I just stood under the spray, enjoying the hot water and sterilizers. The plumbing had gone out at my apartment and I hadn’t taken a shower today.

But I cleaned up quickly after a moment or two, dressed and exited. Sakura already waited for me outside, her hair up in a towel. She wore one of the standard lab shifts I normally put specimens in. From the way it hugged her I knew she had nothing on underneath.

Oh yes. Smooth arms and legs, gleaming with moisture. Hard nipples thrusting against white cotton, and large, dark aureoles visible.

I hardened.

Sakura threw her towel into the receptacle and put on a lab coat with a pair of surgery footies. “I didn’t think to bring a change of clothes,” she admitted. “I guess it doesn’t matter; I haven’t gone shopping for new clothes yet.”

“Why not?”

“I hate shopping for myself.” Sakura gave me a grin.

“I understand.” I too, hated to shop for myself.

“But, it’s time for me to go anyway,” she went on. “I guess I’ll go out and pick up a few outfits.”

I nodded my approval. “We’ll start working on Havars again tomorrow,” I informed.

“Okay.” Sakura bent to pick up her purse, showing me the backs of her legs nearly all the way to her beautiful ass. I clenched a scalpel so hard I heard the plastic handle crack.

“Bye, Hojo,” she said, throwing me a smile from over her shoulder.

I said my goodbyes. The moment she left I walked back to the decontamination room and stepped into a stall. I unbuttoned my fly, releasing my erection. Sighing in relief, I looked at it. “I would say you have a mind of your own, but I’m of the same mind you are where she’s concerned,” I said aloud.

I stood there a few minutes, letting my throbbing erection slowly dissipate. I knew better than to jerk off. Taking matters in hand for myself never solved anything, not even a hard on. For some reason the only thing that ever deflated my libido was sex. The same went for getting a blow job. I could get one and be ready to shoot another load off immediately afterward.

What I needed, since I couldn’t have sex, was to torture someone. I had two subjects to choose from now. Should I pick Havars or Andrews?

Andrews.

Andrews angered me almost more than Havars, for neglecting and taking Sakura for granted. The woman was brilliant and beautiful.

Hm. I had five different insect repellants to test. This evening I would run through the first batch.

Erection subsided, I tucked back in and left the stall.

Gathering up a tranq gun and the first formulae, I wandered down the inner hallway. At the last door I keyed in a special code and entered. This was my private lab, the one not even Havars had breeched. Here I kept special, secretive projects. Currently, only Andrews graced the place with his presence. The other holding pods were empty.

I’d eliminated the old projects, put them out of their misery.

Like Havars, Andrews sensed my entry. He stood up, pressing his face to the door glass to look at me. “Hojo, you son of a bitch!” he shouted. “You let me out right now, cock-sucker!”

Smirking, I hit the latch release. Andrews rushed forward, intent upon escape, but I snagged him by the arm and threw him back to the far wall with ease. “I don’t think so,” I said. He hit the concrete and slid down, stunned, eyes wide in disbelief. “Not bad for an old man, eh?” I asked. “This grandfather can wipe the floor with you.”

I found it amusing he’d called me that as an insult, but he’d been rather prophetic.

Andrews rolled up to his feet, wiping blood from his mouth. “You’re crazy,” he declared. “Let me out of this place!” His eyes showed fear.

“You’ll never leave,” I told him, setting the tranq gun to one side.

“My parents will be looking for me!” he shouted. He sweated now, his eyes seeking any avenue of escape. I hoped he would attempt to get past me, but he slowly inched back as I advanced.

“Oh yes, I’m sure they’ll comb the farthest reaches of the planet looking for you,” I agreed, smiling. “But, they won’t find you.” I’d done my homework on this moron. His parents were incredibly rich, but also idiots, just like him.

“G-get away from me, you sicko,” Andrews stuttered, retreating farther and farther back. “What do you want, money? I’ve got it.” Now his voice sounded rather desperate, cracking and trembling.

“Hm, so do I,” I said. “Not that it would have made a fuck in the first place. There are some things money can’t buy.” I grinned, reaching for him. “One of them is a fresh, brainless slab of human meat.”

He struggled, thrashing in my grip all the way to the other edge of the room. I punched him in the sternum, feeling him collapse under my strength. Throwing him hard against the next wall, I watched with pleasure as he buckled and fell. “Calm down,” I commanded, donning a pair of gloves from my pocket. “Might as well settle in for a long winter’s nap, Andrews.” I stood over him, reveling in his gasping, terrified form. “Be a good dog and obey when your master tells you to lie down.”

“Fuck,” he gasped. “Mother-fucker.” He crawled toward the open door, which I’d left cracked just to stimulate him. Blood oozed from his mouth and nose. His breaths came labored.

I bent over him and administered a needle full of Hypnocol, deciding I enjoyed a hands-on more than the tranq gun. “There, there,” I soothed. “Be still, puppy.”

He fell motionless. I slathered the insect repellent on him and walked out, slamming the door behind me. Walking to the consol in the hall, I pushed a release button.

Mosquitoes and flies surged into the room, propelled by a slight wind. I stood back and observed, pulling out a clipboard…