Don't own any of ff7 or the guys in it. My tormenting of these people are purely for fun and I'm not getting any money for this.
Written to stop writer's block setting in on all my other stories...which is probably why I have it in the first place...it has sexual references and implied rape so don't read if you are offended. Also incest to a small degree...again. don't read if you offend easily! Cid Dante

Shinra Mansion

He threw his school bag down on the marbled floor, watching it slide for a few seconds before stopping just short of the cupboard door. A bundle of newspapers sat waiting to be read on the large wooden dining table waiting to be used for it's actual purpose.

A headline caught his attention, "Missing Boy found in the Midgar Slums, Kidnappers Killed". Out of curiosty, the teen picked up the paper and skimmed through the artical. Some kid who had been missing since he was eight had just been found. The young child was being held by the Turks until the child's nearest relatives had been located, it's parents being killed when the child had been kidnapped.

A smile graced his thin lips, at least the child was now out of danger though being placed in the care of the Turks was something of a mixed blessing. Seven years of being held captive by complete strangers and now he was being passed around some more until someone claimed him.

He must feel so lonely and confused. It's a miracle that he even survived, he thought as he read the rest of the article but a small surge of pride welled up in his chest. The boy hadn't gave up and he was still fighting.

Loneliness was something that the teen knew all to well, there was no other children who wanted to play or hang out with him in the small close knit village that he was being forced into staying at right now. He felt so lonely, Hojo wanted nothing to do with him unless it involved needles or finding out how much pain the teenager could bear.

He wanted to perform some normal activities like the other kids who ran around outside. To enjoy feeling the warmth of the sun on his face and bare shoulders in the more pleasant weather. To play football or red rover. To hang out under the cool shade of the water tower that was a popular haunt.

The Turks would come and visit for a few days and then he would have the company of the newest recruit Tseng. The pair would walk and talk about thier future and play pranks on the older form of Rude who seemed to enjoy the chance to slack off work as well. However, the visits were usually only once every month and never lasted for any longer than three days.

His green eyes warily checked the calender that hung in the kitchen as he pulled out the bread bin, they were due for a visit within the next day or so. He'd have to figure out what he wanted to do with Tseng, perhaps the man would bring some movies that the young and isolated teenager had been so desperate to see.

So many films that the children at the high school had spoken about with passion or television shows that he'd missed due to there not being a, what Hojo called, an idiot box being in the huge mansion. Some days he would have given his right arm to sit and bask in the light of it and just to enjoy the blissful acception that would follow with the rest of the children as he told them that he had seen the same shows.

That was going to be a daydream, he could never see Hojo giving in to the repeated asking to get one. He'd seen the sheer anger in the professor's white and pasty face when Tseng had offered to nip out and buy one for him. Tseng had earned himself nothing but a whole host of degrading words and insults for that offer.

It's not that Hojo is supplying me with alternative methods of amusing myself, the teen thought as he picked up the stale loaf of bread, a sigh escaped heavily from his thin lips.

Hojo hadn't been eating again if the bread was anything to go by, the teen knew that he would need to leave the mansion and go and get a fresh loaf. Shopping was something that he didn't mind as much if he was on his own, he could go out and get whatever he wanted. Sweets, alochol or watch a sport on the large tv that was held in the safety of the local pub.

Sometimes, he felt that he was the greasy man's personal slave when it came to living in the decandent surrounding of the mansion. Never allowed being near Hojo's room which was the master bedroom or the one beside it which had been turned into his study unless specially requested. Sephiroth's own bedroom was at the other end of the house, along with the guest bedrooms.

Out of habit, he checked to see what else the house was out of. Milk...cheese, usual food stuff. The little professor was going to be hungry when he emerged from his study later this evening so it was down to the teen's own culinary skills to cook for both of them tonight. Not that he was really going to complain about that, whenever Hojo cooked, food tasted funny and he always awoke the following morning feeling queasy and extremely painful.

"Professor?" he called as he walked out of the kitchen, "We need some bread and stuff. I'm going out for a bit to go and get them."

No answer but that didn't mean that he was not heard, it wasn't that unusual for the man to completely ignore him for days on end. Taking meals to his room and staying there, other times, he wouldn't even shut up. Going on about how he was close to bringing the Shinra to a new age, to greatness.

Those conversations meant nothing to the teen, he would lose himself in reading his carefully hidden manga comics under the huge epic novels that Hojo had supplied him with during one of his more generous moods. The manga comics had been gratefully offered by Tseng on his last visit, he'd read most of them and hoped the young Wutian would bring more of the distracting fodder with him.

"Professor? Is there anything you want me to get while I am out?" the teen listened silently as he walked a few steps up the huge stairway, again, he was greeted with the creaks and groans of the old house.

I did ask, he thought as he bolted out of the house to enjoy the last of the fading sun.

The sun seemed to have already set as he stepped outside of the huge heavy doors, the sun had begun to hide itself behind the imposing structure of the mansion and made the garden look creepy and dead. Huge shadows tore across the village, covering nearly everything it touched.

He took a deep breath of the fesh air, relishing how it tasted and felt so different than the stuffiness he was used to. Villages like this held so much quietness to it he had to keep pinching himself when he woke in the night to the peacefulness of it. Sometimes though, he would swear he could hear some wretched soul scream in the mansion's belly but there was nothing there. No entrance to the reported 'secret lab' that he heard whispered through the high school teens.

Very few of the residents of the the village were out, all having nice family meals in thier little warm homes. He'd take his time and enjoy the peaceful feeling that he had as he walked slowly along the dusty path down to the general store. A stray dog barked outside of the butcher's shop, waiting to see if the owner would toss it a bone.

"You'll be lucky," the soft spoken teen offered as he walked by the mongrel, "The guy wouldn't know charity if it smacked him square in his fat ass."

He preferred walking at night, so people wouldn't stare at him so much. High school was always a nightmare, the local boys constantly picking fights with him. The girls would avoid him like the plague though would sit and stare at him for hours on end. Batting eyelashes and sighing in longingness.

He reached the General store and pushed the door open, wondering what meal he could be bothered with making tonight. Perhaps something really simple like pasta or maybe even beans on toast sounded like a good idea. Surely teaching Hojo that he wasn't going to be a slave for the rest of his life.

The teen took his time wandering down the aisles, hoping for some kind of inspiration to hit him. Nothing seemed to stand out, microwavable meals with very little health value or taste seemed to be the only thing that might have been tempting. However, due to Hojo not wanting his young charge to become soft and flabby.

That had burned him more than Hojo knew, the teen was anything but flabby. Every part of his body was toned to perfection and he would never allow himself to slip so out of shape.

He lost himself to the mindless chore of grocery shopping, ignoring the giggling girls who seemed to be working behind the counter as he made his way down the packaged foods.