Pater Familias

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“So, what should I call you?”

I lifted my eyes from the microscope to see Miss Leijanna standing opposite me, her slender hands resting on the lab table between us. The way she wore a lab coat smacked of obscenity, though I couldn’t find a single thing improper with the amount the garment covered; it simply hugged her curvy body and showed her hourglass figure to full advantage.

Her steel grey eyes met mine. She prompted, “Do you wish to be addressed by your title, your first name or your last name?”

“Call me Hojo,” I answered. “I’ve always gone by it.” I stooped to look at the slide again, acutely aware of her scent. She smelled edible, like cherries and almond.

Appropriate. Her first name meant cherry blossom.

The clock overhead ticked monotonously. I’d promised myself years ago to throw it out the window my first opportunity. I glanced at it, wondering if Miss Leijanna could stand seeing a fit of pique. She caught me looking and smiled softly, her full lips curving at each corner. “Countdown to taking Havars out of his cage,” she commented in a quiet tone. “Does he enjoy the accommodations?”

I brought my attention from her mouth to her eyes. “He complains stringently,” I answered, removing the scope slide and tossing it in the biohazard bin. “I did not order him to remain silent during his incarceration.” I reached for another slide, hoping to find viable cells in this one. I needed plenty of genetic material for storage if I meant to carry out the court’s orders properly.

“I suppose you wouldn’t,” Miss Leijanna murmured. “His noise must be…soothing.” She began to stroll around my lab table, her focus upon the detritus of my morning’s work. “You wouldn’t want to…lend…various bits of him out to me, would you?” She let a slim finger trail down the side of an empty beaker.

Surprised, I stood up straight. “What bits?” I asked bluntly. “Aren’t you more into vegetables than meat, Miss Leijanna?” She was a botanist, not a geneticist. I knew from word of mouth she had some medical training, though.

She laughed very softly. She had a dry, smooth laugh, a knowing laugh that betrayed hidden agenda. “Yes, but all organics interest me,” Miss Leijanna replied at last, stealing a glance at Havars’ cell. “And, since Mr. Havars is without even the most basic human rights, he’s perfect for…dabbling.”

Her words hit me in my groin. I pressed up against the lab table, attempting to conceal my reaction to her words. I’d never met a woman wholly agreeable to the more adventurous and unethical applications of genetics. Even Lucretia’s enthusiasm had been for Sephiroth’s advancement, not for furthering the field of biogenetics.

“Dabbling,” I repeated, pretending focus on the next slide. “What sort of dabbling, Miss Leijanna?”

She leaned a little over the table, carefully not casting a shadow over my illumination, yet shedding her curvy shade over my papers. “Well, I’m aware of how you resurrected your remarkable son. Did you wish to repeat the process with Havars, or will you simply resuscitate him over and over?”

“I hadn’t decided,” I lied. I’d concluded creating Havars all over again each time would suit me better. I had no objection to occasionally using the defibrillator on him, but a perpetual fresh start seduced me. “What are your ideas?”

For an answer, Miss Leijanna bent to pick up her briefcase. I stared down into her young, beautiful cleavage, astounded by her full and…elastic skin.

“Perhaps you’d like to take a look?” she said, jolting me.

But, she meant her file, which she withdrew from the leather case and placed to the left of my own work. “I wouldn’t expect you to suspend your current caseload with trivial scientific ramblings of mine,” she went on, sounding utterly sincere in her flattery. “However, what I’ve come up with might interest you to some slight degree.” She wet her thumb with her tongue to page through the dossier.

I wondered if she knew she gathered my complete attention or if she merely exuded this magnetic mien to every man. She had to realize that although I looked forty, I was in reality over eighty years old. Still, with every day that passed, I youthened a little more, thanks in part to the complete destruction of Jenova. I’d never match my son in vigor, but…

“You see,” she said, rearranging some documents before setting her work down. “I’ve discovered that mako has an effect previously unexplored.” Miss Leijanna leaned her rounded hip against my primary computer and folded her arms under her breasts. This had the delightful effect of pushing them further out. “Mako,” she continued, “is a primer.”

I set my glasses more firmly onto my nose and swept up her file, abandoning the slide. “A primer,” I repeated, flipping the manila cardboard open. “As in a beginning stage of something?”

“In a sense.” Miss Leijanna smiled again, a spark of excitement in her heather eyes. “It prepares the body for further revision as well as doing its own modifying.”

I caught her gist instantly. Long ago I’d noticed that mako left the body open for Jenova cells. When mako began to really take hold in a subject, Jenova followed with ease. If the body took Jenova first, the mako didn’t react quite as well.

Suppressing a surge of pure exhilaration, I nodded to her. “Yes, it does,” I replied. “Are you going to explain how this pertains to your particular craft or leave it to conjecture?”

Miss Leijanna shivered just the slightest bit. “You pioneered the use of mako and Jenova cells, Hojo,” she said, taking me up on my offer of only using my surname. “Did you ever find any correlation between T-Cell compatibility and the collapse of certain proteins?”

I dragged my eyes over her form before looking away. “Yes,” I answered.

“Of course,” Miss Leijanna murmured. “Well, as you know, plant and animal are not necessarily divided strictly; all life is carbon based.” She tossed her head just a bit, causing her wavy red hair to shimmer in the incandescent lighting. “Using mako diluted with certain phytochemical structures, one can induce photosynthetic behavior in lower animal forms.”

My heart began to beat faster. “So,” I said slowly. “You have discovered, at least in a primitive stage, that animal life may be provoked to produce its own energy from sunlight.”

Miss Leijanna grinned, showing perfect teeth. “Exactly, Professor Hojo.”

I began to busy myself with her file, but Havars chose that exact moment to begin complaining. I inhaled sharply through my nose, annoyed beyond a level I believed possible for the situation. I thought of silencing him but checked myself. Stepping back from the table, I placed Miss Leijanna’s file on top of my inbox.

“Tell me more, my dear,” I said.