HOJO
By Mr.End
I stare at her perfect face, the love I feel throbbing painfully in my chest. Oh, she is so beautiful. No other light in existence can compare to her brilliance.
She is my love; she is my life.
I reach a hand out, and touch the cold glass separating her from me. How I long to break it, to touch the soft cold skin beneath the barrier. Her lips look so lovely; I want nothing else but to caress it tenderly with my own. What I would not give to share my body and soul with her, to show this beautiful being the love I hold for her...
A voice calls to me from the other side of the lab. I grimace and quickly draw my hand back from the glass.
I turn around to face my wife, a forced smile appearing on my face. I regard her pretty features, her hair and lips, and wonder to myself at how I could have fallen in love with such a loathsome creature. The woman before me was so ordinary, so plain, so.... Human. How in the world could I ever thought her beautiful? Compared to my beloved, she was nothing but a piece of sorry meat, imperfect and sickening to look at.
She tentatively steps closer to me, and begins some inane conversation. It takes all my willpower not to shudder in revulsion at her closeness. Her grating voice asks about my work, and I answer her idiotic questions with icy politeness. Her imperfection is beginning to wear my patience; I wish for nothing more than to get her disgusting presence away form me. How dare she exist, being the pitiful animal that she was? How dare all humankind exist, knowing full well of their shortcomings?
Only my beloved was faultless, and deserving of existence. Only her perfect beauty, HER perfect light was fit for living. All others were meat, and deserved no better fate than to be used as such.
I could not take her presence anymore, so I spoke up rudely, cutting into my wife's speech. I apologize, somewhat insincerely, and tell her that I must get on with my work. She nods sadly and turns to leave. I notice her place a sad hand atop the bulge at her belly, as if protecting the life inside. Her imperfect eyes meet mine for an instant, and in that short span of time I glimpse at the sorrow and loss within her poor soul.
My heart suddenly leaps in my chest, and I almost mutter out a gasp. Doubts quickly spring forth within me, as the tattered remains of my ethics scream at me to stop my insanity. For one sad moment I debate whether or not to cease my work, to stop what I plan to do before it was too late.
The moment ends quickly when I look behind me and behold my beloved. She stares at me tenderly from behind the cold glass barrier keeping her alive, the silent eyes and serene smile butchering my doubts like a Christmas pig. I feel the last pathetic shreds of my humanity drip away from me, and I feel nothing but elation at this epiphany.
I return my attention to my wife, no longer caring what happened to the pathetic creature. Like all my specimens, she will serve her purpose before suffering the fate of all insignificant beings.
"I'll see you later, my love," I tell her.
She nods tersely at my dismissal and storms out of the lab. A young man in the blue suited uniform of the Turks meets her at the door, and the two walk in a hurried fashion down the hallway.
I smile at their pitiable existence. Could they even comprehend their sad and mundane lives? How pathetic. I have nothing but contempt for all of them; all of lifekind stains the universe with their inferiority. They demean my beloved just by being alive.
I turn my eyes back to my angel, her beauty soothing my hate and anger.
How I long to be with you...
Soon, we shall walk together, hand in hand.
My beauty, my love...
...my Jenova.
By Mr.End
I stare at her perfect face, the love I feel throbbing painfully in my chest. Oh, she is so beautiful. No other light in existence can compare to her brilliance.
She is my love; she is my life.
I reach a hand out, and touch the cold glass separating her from me. How I long to break it, to touch the soft cold skin beneath the barrier. Her lips look so lovely; I want nothing else but to caress it tenderly with my own. What I would not give to share my body and soul with her, to show this beautiful being the love I hold for her...
A voice calls to me from the other side of the lab. I grimace and quickly draw my hand back from the glass.
I turn around to face my wife, a forced smile appearing on my face. I regard her pretty features, her hair and lips, and wonder to myself at how I could have fallen in love with such a loathsome creature. The woman before me was so ordinary, so plain, so.... Human. How in the world could I ever thought her beautiful? Compared to my beloved, she was nothing but a piece of sorry meat, imperfect and sickening to look at.
She tentatively steps closer to me, and begins some inane conversation. It takes all my willpower not to shudder in revulsion at her closeness. Her grating voice asks about my work, and I answer her idiotic questions with icy politeness. Her imperfection is beginning to wear my patience; I wish for nothing more than to get her disgusting presence away form me. How dare she exist, being the pitiful animal that she was? How dare all humankind exist, knowing full well of their shortcomings?
Only my beloved was faultless, and deserving of existence. Only her perfect beauty, HER perfect light was fit for living. All others were meat, and deserved no better fate than to be used as such.
I could not take her presence anymore, so I spoke up rudely, cutting into my wife's speech. I apologize, somewhat insincerely, and tell her that I must get on with my work. She nods sadly and turns to leave. I notice her place a sad hand atop the bulge at her belly, as if protecting the life inside. Her imperfect eyes meet mine for an instant, and in that short span of time I glimpse at the sorrow and loss within her poor soul.
My heart suddenly leaps in my chest, and I almost mutter out a gasp. Doubts quickly spring forth within me, as the tattered remains of my ethics scream at me to stop my insanity. For one sad moment I debate whether or not to cease my work, to stop what I plan to do before it was too late.
The moment ends quickly when I look behind me and behold my beloved. She stares at me tenderly from behind the cold glass barrier keeping her alive, the silent eyes and serene smile butchering my doubts like a Christmas pig. I feel the last pathetic shreds of my humanity drip away from me, and I feel nothing but elation at this epiphany.
I return my attention to my wife, no longer caring what happened to the pathetic creature. Like all my specimens, she will serve her purpose before suffering the fate of all insignificant beings.
"I'll see you later, my love," I tell her.
She nods tersely at my dismissal and storms out of the lab. A young man in the blue suited uniform of the Turks meets her at the door, and the two walk in a hurried fashion down the hallway.
I smile at their pitiable existence. Could they even comprehend their sad and mundane lives? How pathetic. I have nothing but contempt for all of them; all of lifekind stains the universe with their inferiority. They demean my beloved just by being alive.
I turn my eyes back to my angel, her beauty soothing my hate and anger.
How I long to be with you...
Soon, we shall walk together, hand in hand.
My beauty, my love...
...my Jenova.