Disclaimer: I don't own FFVII

A/N: This is a oneshot about Rufus and his father. I got the inspiration from 'No Son of Mine' from Genesis. It takes some of the lines from the song, and I have adapted them to use in the story. An idea hit me, so I decided to write a fic based on it. This will be in Rufus' POV. It's about what life might have been like for Rufus while he was still vice president. I hope you like it, please review!

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You're No Son of Mine

I longed for the day that I would take over the company, I hated my father, and everything he did. He would abuse me, tell me I was no good, but I never thought I would hear him utter the phrase that broke my heart and turned me into who I am today.

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I arrived into work as usual, thinking about what I would do to the company when my father was no longer in power. I would rule the world differently, not his way, I would do it MY WAY!

I had to do everything he said, pretend to listen to everything he said, I wanted to find a way out. Things were never easy for me, he would abuse me if I did wrong, he would shout and scream at me, and throw me around.

Soon I was living with a fear every day, of what might happen that night. When all the other employees went home, my father would storm to my office, tell me my mistakes, and then beat me around in a rage. The others never saw the bruises, and the Turks were forbidden to ask if they caught sight of one.

I didn't see him for a while, he stopped coming to beat me. A terrorist group, AVALANCHE, had cropped up, so I guessed he was worried more about them than me. For that I was thankful, it meant the visits and beatings stopped.

One day, I needed to ask him for help. This would prove to be a mistake. When I walked in, he told me to sit, and I did as we was told. He began to pace, and I was asking him for advice on how to run the company.

"Where should I go, and what should I do?" I asked, and he didn't answer. I waited for a while, before deciding to ask another question. I knew we'd have to sit down and talk it over at some point.

"Leave." was all he said, so I knew I would have to go, just incase he would owe me a beating. This dealt me an emotional blow, but I knew I was strong, so I would be fine.

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After a week, I went back again, I had to ask his advice. He was in a bad mood, and I thought it made him happy for me to ask him advice. They say that time is a healer, and now my wounds are not the same. They are not physical now, but emotional. I knocked on his door with my heart in my mouth, I had to hear what he'd say.

I was beckoned inside and told to sit again. I released the breath I never knew I had been holding.

"Where should I go with this company, and what should I do, Father?" I asked. This time, he sat down to talk to me, he looked me straight in the eye, and said:

"You're no son of mine."

That was what made me what I am today, the one who doesn't cry, or bleed. That emotional blow finished me off, it was true, he didn't care about me, and as much as I don't want to admit it, the day he was killed was one of the best days of my life. The years, they passed so slowly, but I thought about him everyday. It's what keeps me going, I rule this company a different way to how he did, and I rule this planet differently too. Time may be a healer, but the wounds are still there, just not as fresh. One day they will leave me, but that day will be when I die.

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A/N: I needed to get this out, it kept talking to me. I hope you guys like it, please review! It means a lot to know that people like my oneshots.