Once Upon a Lifestream
Disclaimer: I don't anything Final Fantasy!! Though I wish I owned Cloud…. sighs happily
Hojo adjusted his glasses, and scratched his forehead. They all thought him dead, the fools. He was very much alive, and would continue working on his experiments.
"Professor Hojo, the specimen has arrived."
Hojo waved his hand, "Place him on the table." He grinned. Finally! Those idiots at ShinRa never knew his full potential. Cloning wasn't the answer… there would never be another great Sephiroth…
But taking his sperm and creating his children, now that was an experiment! But he couldn't use just any woman… he'd have to use the right one. A very special one. He turned to the brown-haired girl in the cell. "Nervous?"
She didn't reply. He didn't expect her to, for she had been dead nearly three weeks. He had pulled her body from the City of the Ancients.
Hojo merely smiled, and turned to the frozen body that lay before him. Ah, the and only… "Masterpiece," He said with a grin, and got back to work.
Hojo swung his arm, and destroyed nearly half of his test tubes. He slammed his hand down on the computer keyboard. DAMN! After nine months of sleep-less nights, after rejoicing that there would be not one, but three children, after carefully removing them from the womb…
It was six months later, and the offspring showed no extroadinary signs, except that they were growing at an alarming rate, as at only six months, they appeared to be about three years old. Their brains were developing quickly, and their cat-like pupils made them see in the dark. They could pick up on heat signatures too, like infra-red. But other than that, they were nothing more but failed experiments of Hojo's.
"Father," The oldest, the one he named Kadaj tugged on his sleeve. The small child had chin-length silver hair, and wore a black suit.
Hojo pinched the bridge of his nose. "What is it?"
"I've been wondering… where is my mother?"
"What?"
"The books I have read… and the programs my servants have showed me… they all of the children have mothers. Where is mine?"
Hojo found it slightly amusing that this child should call his assistants "servants". He looked at the cell he had kept her in. He had told his assistants to dispose of her body, he wanted to forget all about his failures…
"Your mother is dead." Hojo told him.
The other two boys, Loz and Yazoo who had been playing, looked up.
Hojo noticed a small tear escape Kadaj's eye, and wanted to rip the whole place apart. Sephiroth's children with emotion? He smacked the boy across the face. "How dare you show weakness! Do you have any idea who you are?" He smacked him again as the other two watched on in horror. "And that goes for you two as well!"
"Professor Hojo!!" A woman rushed in. "Calm down, they're just children!"
"Yes," Hojo said, turning away. "They're just children."
Kadaj held a hand up to his stinging face. This would be the first time he started hearing the voice…
"Yazoo, did you say something?" Kadaj asked, as he sat staring at his servant. The man just sat in the chair, mind numbingly reading the daily newspaper. Idiot… Kadaj's two brothers battled each other with plastic swords.
It was now two years after the fall of ShinRa, after Meteor, Kadaj and his brothers were living with Hojo and his servants at a remote facility not far from what was once Gongaga. Though only a few years had passed since their creation, they were now fully grown.
"No, I didn't speak." Yazoo replied.
Kadaj closed his eyes. That voice… it repeated the same words over and over… I am your real father…What did this mean? Kadaj focused back on the guard. Nice utility belt there… and hello, what was this? A shiny silver pistol sat buckeled in the servant's belt. And what would he need that for?
"Take it! Use it! Kill him! I am your real father!"
Kadaj shook his head. He looked around. It didn't seem like anyone else had heard anything.
"Kill him, and then kill Hojo! I have the answers you seek…"
With cat-like movements, Kadaj had withdrawn the gun in three steps. The servant jumped up. Kadaj could feel the fear radiating off of him. There was the sound of plastic hitting the floor. Yazoo and Loz stared at their brother pointing the gun at the man.
"Do it." Yazoo said.
Kadaj smiled, and pulled the trigger.
It wasn't nearly as exciting as in all of the books he had read. The man collapsed to the ground, a round hole in his head.
"Nice, brother." Yazoo told him.
Loz had a lopsided grin on his face. "I want a gun too."
"Come on," Kadaj said, "I have questions for father."