Title: The Face In the Mirror
Author: The Ninja
Rating: PG-13 for mild swearing…I think….
Spoilers: honestly, I don't know. Probably the whole game, but if you're reading FF7 fan fiction then you
already know how the game ends anyway.
Credits: Yes, I own everything! Sephiroth brings me breakfast every morning and Yuffie's tied to a
weathervane on my roof! The entire planet belongs to ME!!! MWAHAHAHA!!! But I'll keep
letting Squaresoft say that it's theirs…just to keep them happy.
Summary: Three years after the defeat of Sephiroth, monster attacks suddenly increase in number, and a
mad scientist has some crazy ideas….clone someone into Sephiroth, and from him create a powerful
new breed of SOLDIER. But he's not working alone….. poor President Reeve's his first guinea pig, and
something's happened to Cloud….
Reviews:: yes please. Compliments on my absolute genius will be devoured greedily and replied to with
equal amoutns of thanks and praise.Helpfull criticism is welcomed too, however...I will send my rabid
sword-wiedling ninja's after flamers. : )
Notes: -- or / / are for italicized text. > are for dreams.
chapter. 1
Reeve could get along with just about everyone he met. He had very few enemies, and
there were even fewer people that he could honestly say that he hated with a passion. One
of those men just happened to be seated on the opposite side of Reeve's old mahogany
desk, idly spinning the miniature globe that sat on it's rim. His name was Hideo Momoku,
former understudy of Professor Hojo, and by far one of the most deranged individuals
Reeve had ever suffered the misfortune of meeting. Momoku had no morals whatsoever,
no regard for life of any kind, possessed a startlingly sick sense of humor, and constantly
suffered with a serious B.O. problem. Not to mention the fact that he was an adamant
brown-noser, though he had no skill in that department whatsoever. And unfortunately he
was also the only remaining expert on Mako, which made him temporarily indispensable.
Reeve idly shuffled some papers on his desk and sighed. He knew precisely why the
scientist was bothering him yet again, but he also knew from experience that he wouldn't leave
until he'd put forth his argument. So....he had to simply grin and bear it.
"How can I help you, Mr. Momoku?" Reeve asked politely, his expression carefully
devoid of any expression despite a vague, yet deceptive, attentiveness. Momoku looked
up, his thin mouth pulled wry in a crooked grin, revealing just a hint of his jagged and
yellowing teeth.
"I came to request the use of a few classified personnel files for my research." Momoku
replied with a slight wave of the hand, trying hard to make it seem of little importance.
Reeve cocked an eyebrow, and then shook his head sadly. It was just as he had
predicted, Momoku was singing his usual song.
"Let me guess, you want the files on Sephiroth, Cloud Strife, and Vincent Valentine,
right?" Reeve said while delivering a slight glare. Momoku blinked in mock surprise.
"Why, yes! How else can I gain valuable insight into my predecessors mental
processes? They are prime examples of his research! With those files I could...." Momoku
began, but Reeve cut him off bitterly.
"You could restart that cursed SOLDIER program, and continue your mentor's
Sephiroth cloning. Yes, Momoku, I know /precisely/ what you would do, and don't think for a
second that I'll give you any leeway whatsoever. You do not have clearance to see those
files, and you never will." Reeve said firmly, leaning forward with an icy glare and lacing his
fingers on the desk top. Momoku stared wide eyed, both his growing anger and frustration
just visible within his black eyes. His eyes narrowed for a moment, perhaps a slightly
different tactic was in order....?
"Sir, the SOLDIER program was designed to protect the citiz...."
"The SOLDIER program seriously f*$&ed up a lot of peoples lives, and nearly got the
planet destroyed. Under no circumstances will I allow any of that type of research to be
conducted within my company, or within the reach of my influence for that matter. Let me
make myself clear to you, Momoku. The ONLY reason you are here is because you are
an expert on Mako energy. Your knowledge is required in order for Shinra to carry out
our planetary cleanup operations and Mako reactor conversions. Your research will not
extend beyond that. Do you understand me?" Reeve said, his gaze like that of a gorgon
turning it's prey to stone. Momoku glared back a little, though his head was cowed down
reluctantly.
"Yes Mr. Reeve, I understand perfectly." he said quietly, his voice sharp with restrained
anger.
"Good. You may leave." Reeve said, and immediately shifted his attention to the stack
of paperwork before him.
Momoku growled and stalked out the door, letting it shut behind him with no small
amount of noise. "That haughty bastard...." he thought. "He'll not destroy my lifelong dream
so easily!" Momoku angrily jabbed the button for the elevator. Hojo's research was the
only reason he was here anyway; Professor Gast and Hojo had been the idols of his youth,
and the SOLDIER program a dream realized. He stepped into the gilded elevator, angrily
jabbing yet another defenseless button. Hojo had been so close to perfection in his cloning
research....so very very close... and then Sephiroth had gone insane. Hojo's objectives
changed completely then. Instead of completing his cloning research, he'd turned his
attention to the damn space alien and HER objectives. It had been 'Jenova this' and 'Jenova
that,' all day long. "If only his attention hadn't been diverted...." Momoku pondered as he
stepped off the elevator, "then we would have made the perfect SOLDIER. Strong, sane,
no will of it's own....the perfect biological weapon." Momoku sighed, strolling down the
long, red carpeted hallway to his laboratory.
"So what now...?" he muttered, idly kicking open the lab door. "I can't get at the
files...but I do still have tissue samples of Sephiroth and the Strife boy....." he paused in the
middle of the room, his gaze vacant, until something registered subconsciously and his eyes
slowly drifted upward to a large cylindrical tank in the far corner. A slow grin spread
across his face.
"Ah ......the DNA recoding tank. How had I forgotten? Hojo was going to make a
new Sephiroth with you, until he got distracted." the scientist muttered, drifting across the
lab to the tank, "With you it would be so simple....no need for clumsy cloning...no years of
waiting for the results. We never even tested you did we?" Momoku said, sliding one hand
lovingly down the glass.
"Ah yes...that will be my first order of business. I will test you, and if it is successful,
which of course, it will be...I will then bring Sephiroth back into this world. From him I
shall create the new breed of SOLDIER....my breed of SOLDIER!" he laughed wildly, his
hands thrown in the air as he spun away from the tank.
"But what to test it on? And who?" he paused near a pile of old junk in the corner of the
room, scratching his chin thoughtfully. He glanced over at the pile of old broken-down
robots and machines, and his eyes lit up as he sighted one thing in particular. The Cait Sith
robot.
"Oh my...now THAT is an amusing idea! Inspired, even!" he laughed again.
Now he had to secure a human subject, it didn't really matter who for the test run. Since
the Cait Sith was a robot, it had no DNA that he could insert into the DNA recoder...so
he had to model some after it from scratch. With Shinra's lab equipment, it would be a
simple task. Momoku opened the lab door slightly and peered down the hallway,
watching for signs of life to warp. A moment later, a familiar face appeared around the far
corner. Quickly pulling back into the lab, Momoku had to slap a hand over his own mouth to
hold in the raucous laughter.
"Oh, the irony! The IRONY! How perfectly fitting!" he whispered, grinning widely.
Dashing to a nearby lab table, Momoku immediately set to work. He had to design the
DNA code AND mix up a quick sleeping powder for his soon to be guinea pig, and all
before lunch!
Author: The Ninja
Rating: PG-13 for mild swearing…I think….
Spoilers: honestly, I don't know. Probably the whole game, but if you're reading FF7 fan fiction then you
already know how the game ends anyway.
Credits: Yes, I own everything! Sephiroth brings me breakfast every morning and Yuffie's tied to a
weathervane on my roof! The entire planet belongs to ME!!! MWAHAHAHA!!! But I'll keep
letting Squaresoft say that it's theirs…just to keep them happy.
Summary: Three years after the defeat of Sephiroth, monster attacks suddenly increase in number, and a
mad scientist has some crazy ideas….clone someone into Sephiroth, and from him create a powerful
new breed of SOLDIER. But he's not working alone….. poor President Reeve's his first guinea pig, and
something's happened to Cloud….
Reviews:: yes please. Compliments on my absolute genius will be devoured greedily and replied to with
equal amoutns of thanks and praise.Helpfull criticism is welcomed too, however...I will send my rabid
sword-wiedling ninja's after flamers. : )
Notes: -- or / / are for italicized text. > are for dreams.
chapter. 1
Reeve could get along with just about everyone he met. He had very few enemies, and
there were even fewer people that he could honestly say that he hated with a passion. One
of those men just happened to be seated on the opposite side of Reeve's old mahogany
desk, idly spinning the miniature globe that sat on it's rim. His name was Hideo Momoku,
former understudy of Professor Hojo, and by far one of the most deranged individuals
Reeve had ever suffered the misfortune of meeting. Momoku had no morals whatsoever,
no regard for life of any kind, possessed a startlingly sick sense of humor, and constantly
suffered with a serious B.O. problem. Not to mention the fact that he was an adamant
brown-noser, though he had no skill in that department whatsoever. And unfortunately he
was also the only remaining expert on Mako, which made him temporarily indispensable.
Reeve idly shuffled some papers on his desk and sighed. He knew precisely why the
scientist was bothering him yet again, but he also knew from experience that he wouldn't leave
until he'd put forth his argument. So....he had to simply grin and bear it.
"How can I help you, Mr. Momoku?" Reeve asked politely, his expression carefully
devoid of any expression despite a vague, yet deceptive, attentiveness. Momoku looked
up, his thin mouth pulled wry in a crooked grin, revealing just a hint of his jagged and
yellowing teeth.
"I came to request the use of a few classified personnel files for my research." Momoku
replied with a slight wave of the hand, trying hard to make it seem of little importance.
Reeve cocked an eyebrow, and then shook his head sadly. It was just as he had
predicted, Momoku was singing his usual song.
"Let me guess, you want the files on Sephiroth, Cloud Strife, and Vincent Valentine,
right?" Reeve said while delivering a slight glare. Momoku blinked in mock surprise.
"Why, yes! How else can I gain valuable insight into my predecessors mental
processes? They are prime examples of his research! With those files I could...." Momoku
began, but Reeve cut him off bitterly.
"You could restart that cursed SOLDIER program, and continue your mentor's
Sephiroth cloning. Yes, Momoku, I know /precisely/ what you would do, and don't think for a
second that I'll give you any leeway whatsoever. You do not have clearance to see those
files, and you never will." Reeve said firmly, leaning forward with an icy glare and lacing his
fingers on the desk top. Momoku stared wide eyed, both his growing anger and frustration
just visible within his black eyes. His eyes narrowed for a moment, perhaps a slightly
different tactic was in order....?
"Sir, the SOLDIER program was designed to protect the citiz...."
"The SOLDIER program seriously f*$&ed up a lot of peoples lives, and nearly got the
planet destroyed. Under no circumstances will I allow any of that type of research to be
conducted within my company, or within the reach of my influence for that matter. Let me
make myself clear to you, Momoku. The ONLY reason you are here is because you are
an expert on Mako energy. Your knowledge is required in order for Shinra to carry out
our planetary cleanup operations and Mako reactor conversions. Your research will not
extend beyond that. Do you understand me?" Reeve said, his gaze like that of a gorgon
turning it's prey to stone. Momoku glared back a little, though his head was cowed down
reluctantly.
"Yes Mr. Reeve, I understand perfectly." he said quietly, his voice sharp with restrained
anger.
"Good. You may leave." Reeve said, and immediately shifted his attention to the stack
of paperwork before him.
Momoku growled and stalked out the door, letting it shut behind him with no small
amount of noise. "That haughty bastard...." he thought. "He'll not destroy my lifelong dream
so easily!" Momoku angrily jabbed the button for the elevator. Hojo's research was the
only reason he was here anyway; Professor Gast and Hojo had been the idols of his youth,
and the SOLDIER program a dream realized. He stepped into the gilded elevator, angrily
jabbing yet another defenseless button. Hojo had been so close to perfection in his cloning
research....so very very close... and then Sephiroth had gone insane. Hojo's objectives
changed completely then. Instead of completing his cloning research, he'd turned his
attention to the damn space alien and HER objectives. It had been 'Jenova this' and 'Jenova
that,' all day long. "If only his attention hadn't been diverted...." Momoku pondered as he
stepped off the elevator, "then we would have made the perfect SOLDIER. Strong, sane,
no will of it's own....the perfect biological weapon." Momoku sighed, strolling down the
long, red carpeted hallway to his laboratory.
"So what now...?" he muttered, idly kicking open the lab door. "I can't get at the
files...but I do still have tissue samples of Sephiroth and the Strife boy....." he paused in the
middle of the room, his gaze vacant, until something registered subconsciously and his eyes
slowly drifted upward to a large cylindrical tank in the far corner. A slow grin spread
across his face.
"Ah ......the DNA recoding tank. How had I forgotten? Hojo was going to make a
new Sephiroth with you, until he got distracted." the scientist muttered, drifting across the
lab to the tank, "With you it would be so simple....no need for clumsy cloning...no years of
waiting for the results. We never even tested you did we?" Momoku said, sliding one hand
lovingly down the glass.
"Ah yes...that will be my first order of business. I will test you, and if it is successful,
which of course, it will be...I will then bring Sephiroth back into this world. From him I
shall create the new breed of SOLDIER....my breed of SOLDIER!" he laughed wildly, his
hands thrown in the air as he spun away from the tank.
"But what to test it on? And who?" he paused near a pile of old junk in the corner of the
room, scratching his chin thoughtfully. He glanced over at the pile of old broken-down
robots and machines, and his eyes lit up as he sighted one thing in particular. The Cait Sith
robot.
"Oh my...now THAT is an amusing idea! Inspired, even!" he laughed again.
Now he had to secure a human subject, it didn't really matter who for the test run. Since
the Cait Sith was a robot, it had no DNA that he could insert into the DNA recoder...so
he had to model some after it from scratch. With Shinra's lab equipment, it would be a
simple task. Momoku opened the lab door slightly and peered down the hallway,
watching for signs of life to warp. A moment later, a familiar face appeared around the far
corner. Quickly pulling back into the lab, Momoku had to slap a hand over his own mouth to
hold in the raucous laughter.
"Oh, the irony! The IRONY! How perfectly fitting!" he whispered, grinning widely.
Dashing to a nearby lab table, Momoku immediately set to work. He had to design the
DNA code AND mix up a quick sleeping powder for his soon to be guinea pig, and all
before lunch!