Mako Dreams (Walking With Death)

Eye of Ra: Alrighty... As for the "Original Character".. Well, that would be the specimen of course! Yes, this is a work in progress, this is only the beginning, thank you. No, I cannnot say when it will be finished. I do hope you like my Professor. I worked so very hard on him. Sadistic bastard.... *smiles* I do so love him. Your comments are appreciated, though not necissary. Either way, I hope you enjoy the tale.

Mako Dreams (Walking With Death)

I suppose it started because I had to know if it could be done, quite honestly. Could it be done? I don’t know. I will soon enough. When I finish with this, perhaps I can start early. But I must finish with this first – it would be such a shame for him to die in the middle of the first stage of the experiment. I couldn’t have that, now could I?

‘This’ currently is something I designed myself, thank you graciously. It is a brilliant little thing synthesized mostly from a potion and a phoenix down and is guaranteed to preserve your life. I do not know how long the effects last, though I am positive you will feel every bit of pain that comes your way. It does not prevent one from feeling pain; it simply prevents one from dying. Didn’t I say it was genius?

It is the perfect thing for the first stage of my latest project. He will not die - guaranteed to survive until at least stage two, and I will be able to see how long the effects last. There isn’t much better than killing two birds with one stone, unless of course you really are killing two birds with the hypothetical stone. It’s almost poetic.


The current test subject is an unknown male. He has these odd green eyes and short brown hair... Oh well. We’ll see what I can do about that later, for now, it is time to begin.

He places a syringe with an odd colored liquid to a vein in the man’s arm, smiling.

“Good morning to you.” It is jovial and mocking at the same time, as well as said with a half grin.

The man lying on the table wakes with a scream on his lips.

“A very fine morning indeed.”

The needle of the syringe had been inserted into a visible vein in the forearm, the liquid slowly pushed from its place and into the mans bloodstream before it was twisted off and replaced with another syringe, this one with clear contents. It was the newly synthesized chemical that he had just finished making.

Now… To see if he actually will stay alive while I dissect him.


He is about to start, his favorite scalpel centimeters and moments away from parting skin. More than just skin when the door to the lab opens. He looks up sharply, though little anger actually shows in his eyes at being disturbed. His words are quiet, but firm. They carry more weight that way.

“What do you need and why did you enter before knocking? Are you blind?”

“Yes, I’m blind.” The other man grumbles, used to such behavior and treatment, but not liking it. “President ShinRa wants to see you.”

“Tell the old man I’m busy. I’ll go see him later. Now go away.” His eyes are narrowed, not that anyone but the experiment specimen can see.

A sigh. “He wants to see you now, Dr. Hojo.”

Finally, there is the noise of quiet footsteps walking away.

It is all he can do not to scowl, though there is signs of anger and a near scowl on his face anyhow. By the time he reaches the door, his emotions are schooled neatly on his face. He lets the anger stew inside of him and the near rage of being disturbed at such a time boil under his skin. Just under his skin.

He would have to deal with them later. And he would deal with them.

President ShinRa wants to see me, does he now? Is he finally going to have that meeting he was supposed to have last week? I am beginning to think he rescheduled it simply because I had time last week. Not very much, mind you, but there was a small inkling of time to spare. If only to breathe for a moment before going back to work.

At least the halls are empty. But no matter. These halls should be empty.

It is the last thought on his mind as he flawless sinks into his chair, not a hair nor muscle out of place to give hint to anything he could be thinking at any given time. He looks up coolly and straightens his back, then proceeds to straighten his glasses just slightly. He does not say a word, though he does not need to. He never does.

It really isn’t worth it to pay attention to him. It never is. All he does is drone on and on about this and that…. I do not believe he realizes he has been talking in circles for years now. I don’t care what he’s going on about.

More often than not. Almost never. He idly looks over the report he was handed. Even when he finds nothing of interest, value, or use, he still continues to ‘read’ it. It gives better pretense of ‘listening’ to the President.

“As you all know…” It is the voice of the President, droning on in the background.

If I could walk away right now, believe me that I would. I have a specimen that needs work. Very important. This one needs to be timed. In a very certain manner… It might actually benefit you some day, President ShinRa. I don’t know yet. But that won’t be possible if you keep droning on like this and ruin my work before it gets completed.

When all eyes turn to him and a voice asks him a question, he returns the answer, eyes lifting from the page as if he had been paying very close attention the entire time.

“And what about you, Dr. Hojo?” The inevitable question that had just sounded. It actually irritates him.

Didn’t I just send you a report on what I was about to work with? Apparently you didn’t read it. As per usual. “I am trying to determine the use of a chemical I recently synthesized. It prolongs one’s life as in it will not permit the one it is used on to die.”

He didn’t even blink at the nearly blank stare he was receiving. He knows that the next question is coming, so decides to continue before it is asked.

“It is much like a Phoenix Down, but the user does not have to die in order to not die, Mr. President. I was about to test the affects when you called for me.”

He simply gets a nod in response. A nod and a wave of dismissal.

It is all the encouragement he needed to go back to his work.