Disclaimer: Eh, I don't own any characters in Final Fantasy VII. But, I own
this story! And, I was bored, and it's not very well organized. So, please
excuse this story . . . I was trying to get Hojo's personality right, and
yeah. Anyway, please R&R! I like reviews, and I rarely get ANY of them.
The True Colors:
Tap. Tap.
Tap.
" . . . " A sigh as he tossed the pen down, then let his gaze drift over to his specimen. Boredom was all that showed on his face, glasses slowly sliding down the bridge of his nose. He stood, then turned to walk over to the cage in which he held his prisoner. Pale hands wrapped around the cold bars as he let his forehead rest against them.
"You stopped crying so long ago, but you still look sad." He smiled, looking almost sympathetic, but mainly bored. "You bore me now . . ."
His prisoner turned glazed over eyes to stare up at the man, eyes welling with tears. Why was he doing this? So much pain . . .
"Why are you so quiet? You are the one who got yourself into this, dear fool of mine." His 'sympathetic' smile turned to poison. "You wanted this, didn't you? To help me?" He laughed, pushing himself away from the cage and letting go of the bars before he could make himself lose his balance.
A whimper was all that came from the cage, a quiet pathetic whimper.
"Answer my question!" He glared over at the cage, at the limp form within.
No answer.
He moved back over to the cage, slowly, in hopes that the other would respond before he got within arms reach of his prisoner.
Still there was silence.
A quiet growl came from the man as he thrust his arms into the cage and grabbed hold of his victim's neck, squeezing the soft, cool flesh. He was tired of the other's weakness, of how truly feeble the other's resistance had become.
"You wanted to help me!" He shouted, voice stained with anger. "You were the one who caused this! You made this happen to yourself!" He pressed his thumbs harder into the other's neck, a quiet cry escaping his hated prey.
And upon the sob, he let go. Hissing out his quiet words.
"I told you to answer my questions." He paused, eyes narrowing behind thin- rimmed glasses. "You wanted to help me? It was for the science, wasn't it? WASN'T IT? ! ANSWER ME, GODDAMNIT!"
His captive only backed away, whimpering and crying, no longer wanting to be around this man . . . this insane, cruel beast. He took a step forward, his voice once more becoming cold and softly spoken.
"Dear girl, dear lady . . ." He offered her a smile, stepping closer to the cage. "Dear woman. You understand now . . . that I love you, and that is why I had to do this? I had to keep you from the world, from your new son . . . from all the dangers." Once again his hands grasped the bars of the cage, forehead resting against the cold metal as he gazed inside at the amber-headed woman.
"I love you, Lucrecia."
The True Colors:
Tap. Tap.
Tap.
" . . . " A sigh as he tossed the pen down, then let his gaze drift over to his specimen. Boredom was all that showed on his face, glasses slowly sliding down the bridge of his nose. He stood, then turned to walk over to the cage in which he held his prisoner. Pale hands wrapped around the cold bars as he let his forehead rest against them.
"You stopped crying so long ago, but you still look sad." He smiled, looking almost sympathetic, but mainly bored. "You bore me now . . ."
His prisoner turned glazed over eyes to stare up at the man, eyes welling with tears. Why was he doing this? So much pain . . .
"Why are you so quiet? You are the one who got yourself into this, dear fool of mine." His 'sympathetic' smile turned to poison. "You wanted this, didn't you? To help me?" He laughed, pushing himself away from the cage and letting go of the bars before he could make himself lose his balance.
A whimper was all that came from the cage, a quiet pathetic whimper.
"Answer my question!" He glared over at the cage, at the limp form within.
No answer.
He moved back over to the cage, slowly, in hopes that the other would respond before he got within arms reach of his prisoner.
Still there was silence.
A quiet growl came from the man as he thrust his arms into the cage and grabbed hold of his victim's neck, squeezing the soft, cool flesh. He was tired of the other's weakness, of how truly feeble the other's resistance had become.
"You wanted to help me!" He shouted, voice stained with anger. "You were the one who caused this! You made this happen to yourself!" He pressed his thumbs harder into the other's neck, a quiet cry escaping his hated prey.
And upon the sob, he let go. Hissing out his quiet words.
"I told you to answer my questions." He paused, eyes narrowing behind thin- rimmed glasses. "You wanted to help me? It was for the science, wasn't it? WASN'T IT? ! ANSWER ME, GODDAMNIT!"
His captive only backed away, whimpering and crying, no longer wanting to be around this man . . . this insane, cruel beast. He took a step forward, his voice once more becoming cold and softly spoken.
"Dear girl, dear lady . . ." He offered her a smile, stepping closer to the cage. "Dear woman. You understand now . . . that I love you, and that is why I had to do this? I had to keep you from the world, from your new son . . . from all the dangers." Once again his hands grasped the bars of the cage, forehead resting against the cold metal as he gazed inside at the amber-headed woman.
"I love you, Lucrecia."