Why?
As I lie here, in the forgotten basement of the mansion, lying inert in a coffin built for someone else, I am haunted by a question.
Why?
When my dreams aren't haunted by my daemon-selves, my nightmares dwell on something else.
The question.
Why?
Although one day I may be freed from my satin-lined cell, I shall forever be haunted by this moment, and the question…
Why…
My earliest memory is of when my parents had just moved to Midgar. I must have been two or three then. They had moved there in the hope of my father finding some work in one of the growing Shinra industries.
We were fools.
The end of our third week or so there, my father had still not found a job.
But worse was yet to come.
That night, as my parents and I walked through a quiet area of Sector Six, all hell broke loose.
Gang war.
My parents were killed in the crossfire, but I survived. Due to my height, I had not been hit.
Then they arrived.
SOLDIER.
They pacified the gangs in a flash.
Then one of them saw me, sobbing between the inert corpses of my parents.
He took pity on me, and, neatly side-stepping all the usual paperwork, adopted me. His wife was only too happy to take me in. His son was thrilled at the thought of having a younger brother.
He never once teased me, and always stood up for me if someone did.
So… why?
Many years passed, and he and I became closer than some fraternal brothers. Then, on the day of the celebration of my 18th birthday, we got the news.
My brother had been accepted into the Shinra Research Department.
And so it really begins…
By the time I was 21, my 'father' died on a mission. It was then, my 'mother' revealed my true origins.
I acted shocked. But I had known for a long time.
I had seen it in my nightmares.
My 'brother' had got enough influence in Shinra to find a way to place me into whatever part of the Shinra organisation that I wished.
It really begins… My damnation…
Something… made me choose Shinra's 'elite' force. Their peacekeepers and bodyguards…
The Turks…
After five years of service, I fell in love for the first time. She was intelligent, beautiful, and kind.
Kindness… to a professional murderer… to someone whose cheque is signed by the Grim Reaper himself…
But she was due to be married… to my brother…
Why?
Why did he do this?
She refused me.
Twice…
She agreed to give their unborn child to part of the project they were working on.
I was shocked.
I confronted my brother.
He… shot me.
He said… that he had always… despised me…
That… she… would never love me…
He made sure of that.
He turned me into a monster, giving my negative feelings, all my guilt, rage, and sadness, physical forms…
My nightmares…
My daemon-selves…
Galian Beast, Death Gigas, Hellmasker, and Chaos…
When their son was born…
Sephiroth…
I was placed in this coffin… by my brother…
My true love… died in labour…
My brother took my emotions…
Showed mercy…
He placed me here…
He was right…
I was dead…
So I lie, surrounded by satin, forever tormented by my past…
And the question…
Why?
Why, my brother?
Why, Hojo?
Why…?
Wait…
I hear noise…
People…
Trying to open my coffin…
Shall I welcome release?
Or will I turn down freedom to remain in my satin cell?
Only one choice, really…
Hojo…
Brother…
Know this…
I am coming for you…
A/N: This is the third time I've posted this, now. Anyway, big thanx to everyone who has and will review! Extra thanks to CursedAngelofSephiroth for pointing out my spelling mistake! ^_^
Flame me- you burn. No idea where this came from; either the mind of a genius or a madman…