Taken

Taken

By: The Heartless

A/N: I don’t own Final Fantasy VII.

Summary: Hojo sets Sephiroth up with the perfect opportunity for the silver haired male to breed. Sephiroth reluctantly accepts, however things become slightly complicated…

Genre: General/Drama
Rating: R

Pairing: Sephiroth/OC.

Prologue: Interrupted/Rumors

Hojo narrow eyes narrowed further as he scrutinized the anatomical wonder of Shin-Ra Mako Electric Company’s General, as the General himself sighed impatiently. Apparently, the new position he’d receive after the recent war with Wutai was consuming massive amounts of the General’s time and often hindered Hojo’s research… It was very annoying for both parties, however, there was little that could remedy the situation. Shin-Ra was not going to forsake its priceless General for what they had dubbed a second rate scientist.

The haggard scientist with stringy, raven hair and eyes hidden behind obsidian glasses backed away from his exact opposite. Hojo wasn’t a twisted, gnarly shell of a man with a very slight build and was always dressed in a lab coat, white dress shirt with a red tie, with black pants and dark loafers. He cared nothing for his own physical appearance.

Sephiroth, the General as it were, was the opposite. He placed extreme value on how he looked. Hojo supposed it was necessary, high-profile job and all. The man had lengthy, shaggy silver hair that ended near his shoulders, with piercing aquamarine eyes that glowed with mako. He had all but been chiseled from steel, with his muscular body, possessed an uncanny physical prowess like no other.

And the man was constantly dressed in black; black, leather boots, black, slightly baggy jeans, and a simple black shirt. But of course, having just undergone a physical examination and about to undergo a scan, the man was nude.

Most noticeably, the General carried with him an oversized sword, taken from Wutai after the war. The Masamune, he believed it was called. It was one of the more impressive things that Hojo had seen from the backwater country, he supposed.

He stepped away from the General, walking over to a near by computer console in his lab, preparing to scan the young man. It was at that moment, a siren went off over the intercom.

Hojo growled loudly. “What the Hell is going on. Another attack from AVALANCHE!”

Sephiroth said nothing, but was already grabbing his clothing and preparing for battle, which only served to infuriate Hojo more.

“This isn’t mock-battle research! Get back in position,” Hojo barked.

Sephiroth looked at him, eyes narrowed the slightest bit. As if to say, “Yeah, like I am really going to do that.”

“You’ll come back so I can get the data, right?” Hojo questioned.

“Not ‘til next week,” Sephiroth mumbled, already through with dressing the lower half of his body.

“Aw, dammit!” Hojo cursed, “Without regular monitoring, the data will be off. That bitch Scarlet and that bastard Heidigger, or whatever, will ream my ass and then fucking Shin-Ra‘ll cut my funding. And again, I’ll be the one to take the blame. Aaarrrrggghhh! Jeeze.”

Sephiroth shrugged lethargically and made his way to the elevator, disappearing as the doors closed and the thing began to lift.

Hojo cursed again and made his way towards another specimen, a recently found beast from Cosmo Canyon. The fiery beast growled at him, it was too low for him to hear, however the glass from the observation cell reverberated with it.

His mind drifted to his main problem though, satisfying the bitch and bastard with his research results. He could easily run any non-battle experiment and test without Sephiroth (inferior clones simply wouldn’t do), assuming the man in question had a child.

Recalibrating the previous results mixed with the new ones would not be hard, and besides that, he’d like to observe another child imbued with Jenova cells in a more natural way and with more current technology than was previously available.

He just had to get the man to spawn…

Which, in all actuality, was a lot harder than it sounded. The man was unusually asexual and non-sociable to boot. However, maybe… Under the right circumstances, even Sephiroth could be tempted. Anything could happen with the right conditions.

He just had to find out what that condition was. This called for an investigation, a personal one.

-

A young woman with long, dark hair made her way into the streets of Midgar, silently praying that she looked Western enough to pass. Her dark, chocolate eyes, though considered to be “Western” in Wutai, would probably seem “Wutain” in Midgar.

You can just never win,” Hane vented absently.

That, combined with her delicate nose, and small, pout-y lips would take suspicion off of her. Hane doubted if Shin-Ra would tolerate yet another kunoichi wandering around in Midgar for whatever reason. And Wutai itself was in no position to deal with Shin-Ra should the corporation decide to rear its ugly head back at it--again.

The war had only ended a year ago, and the princess had not returned (along with significant treasures of precious metals, not that anyone was expecting them back), with the troupe that had been seized and paraded around the capitol.

She dressed as nondescriptly as possible, wearing a long, crimson pleated skirt that ended just below her knees and was a rather stiff fabric. Her blouse was a ruffled, elegant tank top, and was white in front, and pink in the back. It wasn’t really her style, but it was perfect for blending in with the locals, namely flower girls.

Hane carefully adjusted her skirt, so she could walk a little more comfortably, and ventured to take a step in the heavy black boots she wore. She was a little too lithe for a normal kunoichi, being only sixteen years of age. Her slender arms and legs usually were unable to keep up with the heavier kunoichi, but their slenderness made walking in the boots to be an abnormal experience.

And she had worn them the entire time from Kalm to Midgar! Oh well, movement wasn’t an issue when it came to her style of fighting. As long as she found and retuned the princess home, safely, Hane would be fine.

Looking around the dilapidated metropolis of Midgar, Hane tried to focus on her aforementioned mission. Her eyes rested on the tallest skyscraper of them all in both the city and the world--the Shin-Ra Mako Electric Company’s main headquarters. The sixty-five floor tower loomed ominously over the city, striking a sort of paranoia in Hane.

Still, it would be best to try to look for the young princess there. Obviously, the girl was obsessed with bring materia back to Wutai, and what better place (short of the AVALANCHE targeted reactors) would there be to search. But getting in would be a whole ‘nother story.

-

“So, have you heard the rumors about abductions around the city?” Questioned a particularly vocal (read drunk) male at the counter of Seventh Heaven.

Hane sneered at the man‘s sudden appearance in her face, but was willing to put up with the man. She had been a kunoichi long enough to know that the locals had more intelligence than say, soldiers or big wigs. “Abductions?”

“Yep, that’s right! Abductions,” The young man with fair hair and hazel eyes, dressed like the punk he was, announced. “They say them Turks in the dark suits have been snatchin’ up males with long, dark hair and almond shaped, dark eyes.”

Hane wrinkled her nose the tiniest bit, ‘Sounds like their looking for people of Wutain descent.’ “Why?”

The blonde murmured loudly, shrugging as he did so. “Who knows! All I know is that lots of males with dark hair and eyes have been sayin’ that they were stripped and then released with no explanation.”

Hane smirked slightly, shaking away a fit of laughter. “Come. On,” She said dryly. “That makes no sense. And anyway, I don’t care, since I am woman.”

She may not be as half as buxom as the lady behind the counter, but still, it was pretty impossible to mistake her as a male.

“Yeah, that’s what I said! It’s just weird given all the rumors.”

“What rumors?”

The man shrugged again. “There are lots of ‘em lately. None of ‘em really worth mentioning, except that a lot of the SOLDIERs who went off to war in Wutai had a thing for the people. And that in Wutai, telling a young man from a young woman was tricky, short of rippin’ all their clothes off. Ha ha ha! Can you believe it!?”

Hane blushed, a knowing smile gracing her darkened face (tanning being a convention of the West, once again). “Really!? Indefinite gender in Wutai! You sure know a lot.”

“That I do. You be careful, because you just might attract some trouble yourself. They don’t seem to be looking for males. Honestly, what’s the world coming to, kidnappin’ and strippin’ men of their clothing! The Hell? Ass-shats!” The man said warmly, carefully enunciating the insult at the end coldly.

Hane smirked, the blond certainly was wily at his age of twenty…-seven? She shrugged inwardly, she honestly didn’t know how old the man was.

With that, the man moved away, shouting the pre-requisite question to dish about the abduction rumors. It was plausible, silly, but plausible, that the rumor was in deed true. But why anyone, let alone Shin-Ra, would begin a campaign to kidnap and strip males--well, people of their clothing was beyond her. What exactly were they looking for on (or even in) a Wutain person.

Hane yawned, it was probably time to retire with all the traveling she’d been doing as of late. It wasn’t as easy as it had been since Shin-Ra was basically in charge of everything now. But ordering some food first, couldn’t hurt.

-

Hane sighed, feeling very satisfied after the meal she’d had, which was little more than spicy buffalo wings with mozzarella sticks… It had been unique, but mostly delicious and had been served in generous amounts by the barmaid. The lady could cook!

With a sigh, Hane made her way down the backwater streets of Sector Seven towards the inn. She wished that the bloody thing was closer to the town’s entrance, and thusly, closer to the train station, but beggars can’t be choosers, literally.

Slightly irritated, Hane went about checking into the inn and resting for the night. Tomorrow, she would go directly to the Shin-Ra offices.

A/N: Thanks for reading, hope ya liked it so far. BTW, this fic is kinda set before Before Crisis. And I hope to update Snips soon. I kinda have a chapter done for Snips, but it's lacking (so I ain't gonna post it til its done).

Hope no one minds the culture contrasting featured, I don't think it's inherently offensive, but if you are, I in no way meant to.

Feedback helps, so please be kind and drop a line. :) I know right now, Hane (which mean Wing (singular) in Japanese, so WOOT for symbolism!) may seem dull, but I plan to improve characterization next chapter. Um, that's it. Buh-bye. :P