FFVII and all characters are owned by Squaresoft.
Certain ideas are owned by Rumiko Takahashi.
Seph 1/2
Sephiroth sat in his office re-organizing his SOLDIER troops.
The intercom set into his desk crackled to life, "Mr. Sephiroth, Sir, Professor Hojo would like to see you in his lab."
Turning away from his sheets and organizations, he spoke flatly into his end of the intercom, "What does that lunatic want with me now?"
"All he's said is to report to his lab."
Sephiroth sighed, "Tell him I'll be there shortly."
"Alright sir."
~Hojo's Lab~
"Okay, you lunatic, what the hell do you want this time?"
The professor chuckled darkly, "Nothing, nothing at all....."
Flicking his hand, he doused Sephiroth with some liquid in a pitcher that he was carrying.
~2 minutes later, Shinra Hallways~
An echoing scream could be heard by the office workers as they shuffled around their paperwork and files.
The first vision was that of a fleeing Hojo, cackeling madly. Many were surprised that he could move that fast.
The second vision differed on whether you asked the male employees or the female ones.
The males would say that it was an exquisite vision of loveliness. A goddess of battle descending upon the foul Hojo. Lord only knows why she was dressed in Sephiroth's garb, but the men were thankful.
The ladies would say that it was some brazen hussy, offended by Hojo, but brazen nonetheless. And wearing Sephiroth's clothes like that? Ugh! Her breasts were almost totally exposed in that thing! And so reckless! Swinging around that giant sword like that!
Hojo just kept running.
Seph-chan swiped at Hojo once more with the Masamune, "HOJO! DAMMIT, I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"
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A short, but sweet fic of insanity. The idea popped into my head one day and I couldn't get the picture of Onna-Sephiroth chasing Hojo through the halls!
-Azrael Maestus
Certain ideas are owned by Rumiko Takahashi.
Seph 1/2
Sephiroth sat in his office re-organizing his SOLDIER troops.
The intercom set into his desk crackled to life, "Mr. Sephiroth, Sir, Professor Hojo would like to see you in his lab."
Turning away from his sheets and organizations, he spoke flatly into his end of the intercom, "What does that lunatic want with me now?"
"All he's said is to report to his lab."
Sephiroth sighed, "Tell him I'll be there shortly."
"Alright sir."
~Hojo's Lab~
"Okay, you lunatic, what the hell do you want this time?"
The professor chuckled darkly, "Nothing, nothing at all....."
Flicking his hand, he doused Sephiroth with some liquid in a pitcher that he was carrying.
~2 minutes later, Shinra Hallways~
An echoing scream could be heard by the office workers as they shuffled around their paperwork and files.
The first vision was that of a fleeing Hojo, cackeling madly. Many were surprised that he could move that fast.
The second vision differed on whether you asked the male employees or the female ones.
The males would say that it was an exquisite vision of loveliness. A goddess of battle descending upon the foul Hojo. Lord only knows why she was dressed in Sephiroth's garb, but the men were thankful.
The ladies would say that it was some brazen hussy, offended by Hojo, but brazen nonetheless. And wearing Sephiroth's clothes like that? Ugh! Her breasts were almost totally exposed in that thing! And so reckless! Swinging around that giant sword like that!
Hojo just kept running.
Seph-chan swiped at Hojo once more with the Masamune, "HOJO! DAMMIT, I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"
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A short, but sweet fic of insanity. The idea popped into my head one day and I couldn't get the picture of Onna-Sephiroth chasing Hojo through the halls!
-Azrael Maestus