Hojo's Love
Disclaimer: Not mine. Want a pat on the head?
A/N: cough This one's rather...warped...Don't ask which f-ed up corner of my head it came from.
Some say one can only love another as much as one has been loved. Others say only as much as one loves oneself. Even more believe there's a thin line between love and hate. Sometimes the line blurs, emotions twisting and intertwining into a grotesque parody.
No matter the cause the result is never pretty.
Crimes of passion are common, tame examples of what mankind is capable of. When combined with other mental imbalances it can lead to horrifying results.
Each of us is born with the desire to be loved, to be needed in some manner. In some the desire is absolute – you must need me and no other.
Sephiroth had never had a normal childhood. Hojo was never a normal father. Mayhaps he did not know how to love his son. Mayhaps he did not know how to love himself. But he knew how to be needed absolutely. Thus he taught his son that absolute care, the removal of all other caretakers which was Hojo's love.
Children want to love their parents. Need to. It's not a matter of choice. Even those children who grow to hate their parents still love them at the exact same time and with identical intensity. Maybe this can warp the child's understanding of love. Perhaps they simply lack the key to understanding altogether.
Yet Hoj did love his son, as much as he was able. The specimen was perfect in his eyes. His fond eyes. But the specimen also took Lucrecia away, caused her to leave.
Half the Planet would stare in disbelief to hear Hojo utter such a sentiment. The other half would faint. Could the man not see what he had done to drive her away?
Of course he could not. Hojo understood need not love. He had arranged for the specimen to be taken care of – his care! – so she could not become dependant on it, had removed her other support Vincent Valentine (He'd showed the man his appreciation for his care though, it was an honor to be apart of Hojo's research!). Had isolated her.
It was how he showed he cared.
So Hojo was completely unprepared for when she ran. He could not understand why.
Just as he could not understand how the little blond specimen his son had been so fond of didn't thrive when he gave it special attention. When he removed all its cares and dealt with it personally. Isolated it specially, unlike the other, the one who annoyed him.
So he became even more bitter when Specimen C began to faulter. Another who rejected, no betrayed, him. Another failure.
It angered him. Why could no one understand? Why did they always try to leave?
No matter. He would find the perfect one eventually.
So he assured himself.
- There might be chpt 2 on this one...review so I know if you want it.