My Dear Hojo
Professor Hojo hated holidays, Yule season he detested with the intensity of a thousand stars, New Years was in his top five of ones he liked…to see tossed in the void of a black hole. The one that got his specimen tubes bubbling was that disgusting and horribly but aptly named Valentine's day. The only good that had ever come from it was when he shot that nosey, romantic lapdog Turk Vincent Valentine on the glorious winters day over thirty years ago. The memory of the silver bullet piercing that imbeciles heart still made his own flutter against its cage and mako infused butterflies erupt in his stomach.
He smiled, perfect almost too bright teeth, at least for the dim lab tinged green as he checked on his specimens. He hummed with each step, nothing in particular just some mundane Nibelheim tune, sometimes the past was not too hard to live in. Satisfied with the progress of his pets, Hojo hobbled out of his branch of the lab, stopping for a short minute to admire the headless beauty that was Jenova.
In a moment of anger he clenched the clipboard tighter, how could Sephiroth do this to such a magnificent creature? Not that his son wasn't in a league of his own, but to decapitate the very being that gave him life was simply an abomination. The board snapped dropping to the floor as Hojo shuffled forward, hands pressing against the containment chamber.
The window was cold against his forehead, eyes closed as he listened to the gurgles and sighs of the machine. "Jenova," he whispered extending his arms to embrace the unit. He could feel her respond her cells he had injected himself with stirring. Her presence was a warm motherly embrace, not much different than what he recalled of his own mother.
"My Dear Hojo," she purred. If it was only another time and place things could have been different. She had shown him what they could have been. "Our son," jealously flared, she cared more for that brat than him. Deep down he cared for the weapon, as Nibelheim burned it tore him asunder knowing his lives work had been killed by some slack-jawed sniveling SOLDIER reject. Jenova drew back, "My son, Sephiroth, needs your help."
Hojo frowned as the sense of parental duty appeared for the first time in the last twenty-seven years. It was her, inflicting him with her will. As she showed him what to do he couldn't stop the smile as it spread, the Reunion would soon begin. Jenova returned, enveloping him once more in her warmth.
"My Hojo, we will be in Paradise together."
No idea why but I love Jenova. Like who was she, was she a she or a he? Obviously, she wanted to rule the world and go on a trip.