A/N: Ugh, these chapters are becoming too short for my liking. Sorry guys. I'm currently playing through FF7 actually as I write this. While I am further in the game than in my story, these stopping points just make sense as I'm writing. Or maybe I'm just too impatient to get more chapters out, I don't know.

And if you haven't guess yet by this point, I will be posting 2 chapters at a time, mainly for consistency reasons. You'll see what I mean as you read the chapter below ;P

Last A/N applies to this one too :)

Mother...I will take back this planet...for us. But my body, it's not ready. I can feel the power, but it's still too weak. It's not ready to handle the Lifestream yet. Tell me, what should I do?

Whispers leaked into my head, echoing one word, Reunion...reunion

...reunion...REUNION

reunion...

...reunion...

...

I could feel my stream of conscious leave my unfinished body in response to her answer, in search of a new host, others with Mother's cells, with my cells, to bring them forth and rejoin me, completing me.

I travelled across the Planet's surface, searching for others. I managed to find a few, some had the makings of a true warrior. While in their bodies I implanted the idea of the Reunion, beckoned them toward the Northern Continent. All of them obliged without argument. I could penetrate the deep recesses of their memories, contort them, corrode them, make them believe that Mother is all who matters, that She had been there with them all their lives. These humans, so easily manipulated to see Mother's ways.

As I travelled the Planet, I found that finding, sensing these individuals, would take more time than I would have cared for. I returned to my unfinished body in the Crater, and deliberated how I could send the message to all in one quick action.

As I lay there, in my encasement, I could sense another. It was nearby, though faint. When I opened my eyes, I could see my body in front of me. When I looked down at this new body I possessed, I saw I was on the ground. It had been unconscious before I occupied it. I lifted weak hands in front of my face. Is this what Hojo put my cells into, this weakling human? I was insulted by his choice in specimen to honor with my, with Mother's, mimetic legacy. How undeserving was this body. "I suppose since I am here, I can at least help it along." I muttered to myself as I left my body in progress, and began heading towards the edge of the Northern Crater.

There are more...

I heard Mother's voice fill my head again. "I know, Hojo never has only one specimen for his experiments. There is always more. I've seen a few of them already." I said as I continued walking, looking for something to kill, to feed this body with some form of fighting experience, to give it an understanding of power, an instinctual resistance to its weak human form. "There's something about this body, though. Something different...yet familiar...I'm not sure I'm ready to give this body up to the Lifestream just yet."

There are stronger...

"I can sense that this one has the ability to become strong too." I explained, as I came across a gremlin blocking my path forward. "For example..." I smirked as I approached the gremlin, holding out my hand to allow the masamune to appear forth within it. With one slice, before the creature could even lunge at me, it disappeared into the Lifestream. "I know it is because I am inhabiting this body that it's capable of performing such a small feat with ease, but with enough time this body will become accustomed to these reactions until it becomes natural. Then it will be worthy to rejoin with me, and with you, Mother."

Nothing but silence came from her end at this point.

I couldn't say why I insisted, this was the first time I ever questioned Mother's advice, but I couldn't help myself while within this body. Perhaps the memories that inhabited this mind, which eluded me no matter how deep I pried, kept enough of a resistance against me, and thusly Mother as well. There is something that feels different about this body though, different from the others I have possessed. I could not sense Mother's or my cells within this body, at least not in whole, but rather in part. The cells that made up this human's bloodstream was its own, only imbued with a small bit of the genetics that were me. It was enough for me to take control.

As I journeyed forward, this body no longer needed my acute attention, reacting on it's own with each new foe, the masamune comfortable in its hand. With this newfound time, I allowed my consciousness to wander the recesses of this brain while the body continued on its journey. I wished to understand what about this mind did I have difficulties taking full control over. Where in these memories can I find how you got my genetic code? I found myself in what looked to be a hallway. There were many doors, though most were locked. I was surprised as I attempted to open the first and it would not budge. I never had this much difficulty with the others.

I took in a breath and glanced around me. Allowing my instincts to take over, I found myself walking towards a door, as if it beckoned me towards it. I could open it, but it remained dark within, giving me no allowance to see what was inside. Although I could still hear if a noise was made. Behind it, I could hear children laughing. Would have found it to be pleasant if I had actually cared for something so trivial. As I was about to close the door, finding its information useless, and move to the next, I heard a horn squeal and brakes screech...and then, nothing. I froze. My own memory resonating with that noise. I shook it away and slammed the door shut before moving to another one a few doors down. I don't know what drew me to these specific doors, but each one I was able to open, and each one provided me with a memory that shook my very core. What is wrong with me? What about this mind could have such an affect on me?

There was one left unlocked for me, nearing the end of the line of doors. I could feel a pulse quicken as I reached for the knob. I haven't learned anything about this mind yet. Will this one tell me? Do I open it? Just as my fingertips brushed the door handle I heard a scream fill my ears. I ripped my hand away to cover my ears from the shrill sound, as I opened my eyes. I must have been in there for much longer than I realized, as I found this body in the forest lying on the ground with cuts and bruises everywhere, now surrounded by a slew of different monsters,. I reached for my blade, only to find that it had been knocked out my hands while I was not paying attention. When I tried to crawl to it I felt something blunt pound into my ankle. I let out a groan as I heard the bones crack from the Gigas's punch. Unable to move, I stayed where I was and focused all my energy within this body. When I felt the power of the Lifestream surge through my veins, with a loud bellowing yell, I pushed the energy outwards in a barrier of electricity, smiting each monster that dared to ruin to me.

As I watched each creature disappear before my eyes, my breathing labored from exhaustion, I felt my eyelids droop slowly. This body fell unconscious. So weak...Perhaps you were right, Mother. I conceded as I forgot about the memories due to the sudden onslaught, and left this body to whatever makings the cosmos deemed necessary.

My stream of consciousness floated above Gaia, in search of a new host. It felt as if I floated for at least a day before I felt such a strong pull, towards Midgar no less. Mother did say there were those who are stronger. Perhaps Hojo graced a SOLDIER with my cells? Perfect, I could not ask for a more fitting warrior at my disposal. I allowed my subconscious to drift into the nearest host.

When I could see around me, though I'd apparently no eyes to see through, the world around me just a mass of color with no details, I saw out a small window just in front of me. On the other side was a blonde blot of color. Where am I now?

I watched as the yellow changed to a brown. There were muffled words being spoken on the other side of the glass, though I could not hear what they spoke, before all of it disappeared from my direct view. Suddenly, I could feel a familiar warmth course through the veins of this new body, and prickling feeling at the back of my neck.

...it's me...

Mother? Is this...your body?

...yes...

I could feel everything around me heat up, it was a glorious feeling. The power, sending off signals to those around, all throughout the Planet, sending my message of Reunion to those harboring mine and Mother's cells. Yes, this is what we want. I had never felt this intense surge of energy before. My pulse quickened as I felt this body coming to life, feeling its once dormant chest fill with air as it took in a sharp breath. This feeling, I don't wish it to stop. It was a slow process, but details started to form in my vision as the heat continued to bear over my mind, and soon, connecting fully with Mother's body, I could feel the heat everywhere else. I watched as details took shape on my hands, her hands, becoming larger, more masculine.

It felt like days, but I learned later it took only mere hours, until the transformation completed. With mine and Mother's powered combined, I set my sights ahead, and pushed my hand forth, knocking the cryo-stasis door clear off its hinges. I stepped out, body still not finished, but enough to move. I could no longer wait idly by while Shinra inched closer to the Promised Land. I limped forward as I took in my surroundings, blood dripping out of my pores, skin still attempting to reconstruct itself. "Hojo..." I'd spent more time in this lab than I cared to admit, knew the ins and outs of these floors. I hobbled on with raspy breathing through barely functioning lungs, until I reached the specimen elevator. I pushed the up button, leaving a smear of blood where my finger made contact, though I felt no pain. Before the elevator finished its ascent, I held out my hand and called for the Masamune. "No mercy for the wicked."

Onwards I went, cutting down all who stood on the floor and in my way. Up the tower I ascended, each stair case stained with my blood as this body closed in onto its perfection. No, my dear. Your body will be perfection. Mine will be but a temporary vessel, aiding you until the very end. I could not help but smile from her words fluttering in my mind, all while slashing down these humans ahead of me, uncaring for their screams, unaware of the blood that now stained my newly formed skin.

Once I reached the top floor, I saw there, the so-called president, the self-proclaimed ruler of this planet. How wonderful it was to see him sitting there, on his throne, staring at me from behind his desk with eyes wide with surprise, and more deliciously, with fear. I stalked ever closer, the blood having long been gone now as my SOLDIER uniform manifested on my briefly nude body, never breaking eye contact with that fat little worm. "S-s-sephiroth!" He managed to squeak out before I was in his face, grinning wildly like a mad dog foaming at the mouth. Oh how I relished in his horror-stricken face that filled me with a glee beyond no compare. I strolled behind his chair, listening his shallow breaths, watching the sweat glisten as it dripped down from his brow. Once I stood directly behind him, I gently placed my hands on his shoulder, taking in a deep breath, the smell of his utter despair was intoxicating. I drew my lips close to his ear and whispered softly, like a mother cooing her child to sleep, "Goodnight, President. May you remain the symbol that you are for all humanity to look to." And before he could make an response, any reaction, I lifted my blade and plummeted it into the president's back, meeting his desk on the other side of his body, as his blood pooled over his papers. His eyes, wide open and lifeless, but forever preserved in fear. All who stand in my way shall receive the same treatment. I promise it. He will be the example.

As I was about to walk away from my handiwork, I sensed something strange still within the confines of the building. "Mother..."

There are more...

Ignoring the alarms that were set off, no doubt from my small venture here, I phased through the floors, until I reach the original floor from which I had awoken. A guard stood by a line of prison cells. Before he could notice my presence, I plunged my sword through his heart, a swift death. I moved closer to one of the cells, and this body reacted to the creature on the other side of the door. I forced the door open and found inside two humans. One, weak and worthless creature, lying on the bed hanging off the wall, and the other, sitting on the ground, eyes closed in slumber...I felt a familiar tug at the far recesses of my memory. I've seen him before. Though from where I could not remember. I shifted my gaze to my hand as I lifted it in front of me, palm up as if holding something, though nothing could be seen. But in my mind, I saw a strange blur of a small box. "What..." I muttered under my breath, when I heard the one sitting on the ground shift. I replaced my hand back to my side, and walked away, leaving the door open behind me "No matter, he will meet with me soon enough, this clone." I spoke to no one in particular, forming a plan as I moved through the tower.

I phased back through the floors above me. Something inside me said that I wasn't done here, however, that there was another, but the signal towards it was too faint. I ignored the sensation as I climbed the tower. I had a goal to accomplish. I had no time to be sidetracked by frivolous things like feelings. I needed to obtain something important, the catalyst to my overall plan. I will make that blonde clone get it for me. I could hear Mother agree with me, though there were other whispers she had left that I could not understand. Mother? I asked her as I floating down to the wastelands outside of Midgar, starting my journey towards the marshland. No response...I walked the rest of the way in silence, focused on the goal ahead.