Rufus packed his bag without even looking at the contents, which was not his usual style of packing. The president was normally a meticulous pain in the ass when it came to packing for a trip; normally, he'd be bringing several garment bags, carefully loaded with pressed suits; shoe bags to protect his expensive leather loafers; along with one or more rolling suitcases. Then, there was the matter of his toiletry bag, which contained more skincare items than the average household would use within several months' time.

It was true; Rufus Shinra was a bit of a fashion whore, and a metrosexual to boot. However, he packed minimally this time; this was not a pleasure cruise, after all, but a rescue mission. Tseng raised an eyebrow as the president dashed around his penthouse, packing rapidly, and commented briefly.

"Packing light today, sir?" he quipped dryly, as Rufus finished packing, zipping up his duffel bag. Rufus shot a look at the Turk Commander. "Indeed, I am," he replied, hoisting the bag over his shoulder. "I'm ready, Tseng."

"Okay, then," Tseng replied, leading the president out. "We've only got to get over to the helipad - Reno, Rude, and Elena are waiting for us there. Along with Strife, and...Valentine." Rufus caught Tseng's hesitation over Vincent's name, and frowned. "Tseng? Do you still have an issue with Vincent? If so, I do not want this mission compromised-"

"It's fine, sir," Tseng replied, interrupting the president. "No need to worry...we're both professionals, and our personal differences will not get in the way of the job." Tseng bristled a bit at the president's insinuation that there would be any issues at all. Vincent and Tseng had been lovers once upon a time, and things had ended rather badly, when Vincent abruptly broke off the relationship, feeling that Tseng shouldn't be subjected to a 'monster' such as himself. Initially, Tseng had been hurt - then angry, at Vincent's stubbornness, and insistence upon martyring himself. Since the breakup so many years ago, the two had come to be colleagues once again, but Tseng still harbored some bitterness toward Vincent; he couldn't help it. Despite all of that past history, Tseng knew Vincent was good at what he did, and his help would be invaluable, as it usually was on such missions where they called upon him.

"That's good to hear, Tseng," Rufus replied, as they headed down to the lobby, where Rufus's limo was parked out front waiting for him. "However, if there's any problems...I want you to dismiss Valentine at once," Rufus instructed. "I need you on this mission more than I need him."

"Understood, sir," Tseng murmured in agreement, deferring to Rufus, but thinking all the while how well that would go over, if Tseng 'dismissed' Vincent, who was helping them voluntarily. He decided that he'd just have to suck it up, and get the job done - as he always did. Perhaps he'd have time, after all was said and done, to hash things out with Vincent. Or not.

The limo sped toward headquarters, where the helipad and Shinra helicopters were housed. Rufus sat back in the leather seat of the limo, his leg bouncing up and down doing a nervous jig. He felt as if he'd aged rapidly during the past six weeks of searching for Kadaj. Wonder...if I'll ever see his face again. The way his nose crinkles when he's being a smartass...gods, will I ever see our child? What if...what if...

Rufus sighed, pushing the negative thoughts out of his brain as best as he could. Must not think that way...Tseng seemed confident that Kadaj was still alive...I have to hold onto that, it's all I have left. He slumped against the door of the limo, staring out the window - hoping for the best, but expecting the worst.

"Drop in and strap in, yo!" Reno crowed at his passengers as he got into the pilot's seat of one of the large Shinra cargo choppers. The president had approved the use of the newest, largest - and most expensive - helicopter in the fleet; they would be needing the room for the snowmobiles they'd be bringing along, as well as ensuring enough room for all of the passengers.

Cloud sighed as he shifted his sword bag over his shoulder, and crawled into the chopper, seating himself next to Vincent. "Here we go again," Cloud muttered to his seatmate. Vincent smirked as he folded his arms over his chest, the gloved fingers of his right hand absently stroking the gauntlet covering his left hand. Suddenly, he looked up, staring past Cloud, as Tseng boarded the chopper. The two men locked eyes in a tense stare; Cloud glanced over at Vincent with a raised eyebrow, curious as to the tension he perceived between the two. Vincent and Tseng's past relationship wasn't exactly a secret from the world at large, but neither was it known by too many individuals, other than the Turks. Rufus and Elena followed Tseng aboard the chopper, and Rude took the co-pilot's seat up front, next to Reno.

"Hello, Vincent. Cloud," Tseng murmured, as he guided the president to his seat. Tseng took a seat next to the president, opposite of Cloud and Vincent.

"Tseng," Cloud replied in greeting. "Anything new to brief us on regarding Kadaj, other than what you told us earlier?"

The Turk Commander shook his head negatively, as he took his seat in the chopper. "No, Cloud, there's been nothing newer than that last intel I gave you. Vincent, I trust you were briefed by Elena?" Tseng asked the former Turk, staring at him intently.

"Yes," Vincent replied in a low voice. "I was. Glad that Cloud and I can be of assistance, here…"

"Thank you," Rufus interjected gratefully, addressing Vincent and Cloud. "Both of you, thank you for stepping up again. I know our last rescue attempt…did not fare so well."

"To say the least, yo," Reno interrupted, smirking. He threw a headset on, and flipped switches on the instrument panel, as he readied the chopper for takeoff. "When Yazoo started firing on us back there, man…"

"Yes, well," Tseng said, a quiet cough punctuating his thoughts. "That won't happen again. Not if I can help it. And, we have an ace up our sleeve this time," he stressed, locking eyes with Rufus. "The location of Jenova. We have her now…what's left of her, anyway."

"You found Jenova?" Rufus blurted, incredulous. "I assume this is a recent development, Tseng?" The Turk Commander nodded. "It is, sir," he replied. "I'd briefed everyone here, before I picked you up earlier. The remains were recovered near the Northern Crater. Where Kadaj was being held initially…until he was relocated to Gaea's cliff…well, Jenova was right there all along."

"And those idiot brothers of Kadaj's couldn't find her," Rufus scoffed. "Well. I suppose it took our men well over a year to find Jenova, but still. The point is, we found her, and they did not. Good," the president continued, breathing a sigh of relief. "I should like to hear more about this during our flight today, Tseng. Perhaps this will prove to be useful…as a bargaining chip."

"I hope," Vincent inquired, raising an eyebrow, "that Jenova is not on board with us?" Cloud balked, glancing around the cabin, appearing alarmed.

Tseng shook his head, glaring at Vincent. "No, Valentine," he snapped. "Jenova is back at headquarters, not in the chopper. I'm not that incompetent, thank you very much."

"I wasn't implying—" Vincent murmured, in an attempt to apologize, but Tseng waved him off. "Whatever," he retorted. "Let's just go. Reno!" he shouted to his second in command. "Ready yet?"

"Yeah, ready for takeoff, sir," Reno informed Tseng, quickly glancing back at all his passengers, taking attendance mentally. Everyone's accounted for, the Turk thought, while uttering a silent prayer. Just hope we get the jump on them this time. Rufus's eyes locked with Reno's, as he gave a firm nod.

"All set back here," Tseng replied. "Reno, Rude - ready when you are."

"Okay then," Reno muttered, grasping the cyclic as he raised the chopper from the helipad. "Here we go, yo. ETA of sixty-five minutes, everyone just sit back and relax," he urged his passengers, in what he hoped passed for a comforting tone. If you can, that is…

"Ow!" Loz cried out, as Kadaj's death grip on his hand, which he'd been gripping during contractions, began to feel as if his hand were enclosed in a vise. "Let up, little brother!"

"Sorry," Kadaj murmured, exhausted, as he let go of Loz's hand. He flung himself back upon the pile of bedding, his face covered in the sweat of labor. Yazoo was tending the dwindling fire, adding more kindling. Shivering, he turned his attention to Kadaj and Loz. "So," he asked, smirking. "How's it going over there?"

"It fucking sucks," Kadaj snapped. "How do you think it's going? I'm in labor!"

"Our brother is in pain," Loz observed sympathetically, as he wiped Kadaj's forehead with a dampened cloth. "How much longer, Yazoo? What does the book say?"

"Remember, Kadaj," Yazoo remarked, as he thumbed through the medical dictionary, "every time you experience pain, do not forget that Rufus Shinra did this to you."

"And you seem to forget that it was my idea," Kadaj snapped. "As well as Jenova's." He sighed tiredly, as he sunk back into the bedding, groaning as he felt waves of pain wash over him with another coming contraction. "Oh sweet Shiva, here comes another one," Kadaj moaned.

"It says here," Yazoo said, reading from his book, "that the first stage of labor – which is what you're in now, Kadaj, with the contractions – can last from six to twelve hours. The second stage is pushing—"

"Pushing?" Kadaj interrupted. "Oh no, I don't think I can do this," he whined - seeming to forget that Yazoo had threatened to cut the baby out of him in the first place.

"Well," Yazoo continued reading aloud, "it says that surgical intervention may be needed if the second stage of labor goes for longer than four hours. I'm more than happy to perform a Caesarian, as you know, little brother," he concluded, grinning knowingly at Kadaj.

"You are hardly a medical professional, Yazoo," Kadaj retorted. "What, you have a knife, sutures, and a medical dictionary – what makes you think you can do this, without harming me or the baby?"

"Might I remind you," countered Yazoo, "whether I cause harm you or not, is irrelevant. Making sure I do not harm the baby, is my only concern."

Kadaj paled, his lip trembling slightly as he recalled Yazoo's earlier threats. "Well, I don't know how you can guarantee that, either," he snapped, trying to hide his nervousness. "Jenova won't be pleased if you fail to provide her with a healthy infant, you know."

"Yes," Yazoo replied quietly. "I realize that."

"Brothers?" Kadaj blurted out, sitting up suddenly. He gripped Loz' arm tightly. "Ow!" Loz muttered. "Take it easy, Kadaj. Another contraction, is it?"

"No," Kadaj whispered, smiling. "It's…our brother. Our older brother. He's coming…I feel him…"

"What older brother, Kadaj?" Loz demanded. "What are you talking about?"

"Cloud Strife," Kadaj replied, grinning triumphantly. "He'll never admit that he's…one of us. That he's connected with Sephiroth. But he is, you know."

"What on Gaia are you talking about, Kadaj?" Yazoo interrupted, shutting the medical dictionary with a snap. "Loz, he's obviously hallucinating…"

"I don't think he is, Yaz," Loz said, scratching his head. "I remember…in the Lifestream…"

"Yes," Kadaj encouraged, nodding. "You remember it too, don't you, Loz? Cloud was there with us…I felt him then, as I do now…"

"Okay," Yazoo said, looking doubtful. He sat cross-legged on the floor, near where Kadaj was laying. "So how, exactly, is Cloud our brother? And why didn't I know about this before now? Why didn't either of you share this with me before?"

"It really didn't occur to me before now, to share this with you," Kadaj replied. "It was one of those…passing feelings, as I was in the Lifestream. And once I was out of the Lifestream, the thought almost completely vanished from my mind."

Loz nodded enthusiastically. "I remember, Kadaj," he agreed.

"I don't remember any of this," Yazoo said crossly. "How is it that you two bonded with our dear, older brother, while I did not?"

"Jealous, are you?" Kadaj retorted teasingly. "Well, that's unfortunate, Yazoo. I don't know why you were left out of the loop, as it were. Oh gods!" he cried out, as another painful contraction came. Loz moved over to Kadaj and rearranged the pillows under his head to support him.

If Cloud Strife is coming, Kadaj thought, gritting his teeth as he rode out the contraction, that must mean Rufus knows where I am...oh gods, I hope he is coming for me...and I hope he makes it in time. Kadaj thought, ruefully, that perhaps he shouldn't have shared that knowledge with his brothers, that Cloud Strife was nearby. I think I can convince Loz to side with me, Kadaj decided. Yazoo, though...he's the one I have to worry about.

The helicopter flight was without incident, and Reno landed the chopper just south of Icicle Inn. Snowmobiles were hauled off of the large cargo chopper, along with Fenrir, which Cloud had cleverly fitted with snow treads, so it operated similarly to a snowmobile. Reno was visibly impressed. "Nice job on that, Strife," he observed, lighting a cigarette as Cloud rode Fenrir down the ramp of the chopper. "I had no idea you could ride a motorcycle in the snow."

"It's not going to go as fast as it will on land," Cloud remarked, coming to a stop near Reno. "Still, it rides pretty well, considering it was never designed for snow in the first place."

"That is so fucking cool, yo," Reno crowed, stroking the fender of the motorcycle. Arching an eyebrow at Cloud, Reno asked, "Can I ride with you, Cloud?"

The swordsman shrugged, and nodded. "Sure," he replied, grinning at Reno. "I don't see why not."

"Cool," Reno replied, smiling. "You know Cloud, you look cute in that parka, yo."

"If you two are done flirting," Rufus interrupted irritably, "may I suggest we get going, here?" He was seated on a snowmobile piloted by Tseng; Rude and Elena were seated on another, while Vincent rode his snowmobile solo. Reno's face reddened as he muttered something unintelligible; he stubbed out his cigarette, and raised the ramp of the helicopter, securing it.

"Ready, sir," Reno told Rufus, as he took a seat on Fenrir, behind a smirking Cloud. "Frigging asshat," he whispered, low enough so that only Cloud heard him. Cloud laughed as he lowered his goggles, as the party set out toward Gaea's cliff, and Holzoff's cabin.

"Yazoo!" Loz shouted. "Get over here, the baby is coming!" Yazoo glanced over at Loz and Kadaj – the latter of whom was grimacing with pain as he felt the baby shifting ever lower into the birth canal.

"Someone needs to be a lookout," Yazoo hissed, as he got up from his seat near the window. "If Cloud is around here, as you two claim, chances are he has others with him. Like that bastard Shinra."

"Don't-" Kadaj yelped, breathing raggedly. "Don't…you talk about him like that, Yazoo. Knew I shouldn't have said anything about Cloud," he muttered.

Yazoo handed Loz his weapon, as the two switched positions. "If you see anyone, shoot them," Yazoo commanded. "Obviously, we can't move Kadaj now, seeing as he's in labor," he muttered irritably.

"Sorry to ruin your plans, brother," Kadaj retorted, smirking. "Oh Gaia. I don't think I can do this," Kadaj moaned, fisting the bedclothes in an agonizing death grip, as another contraction came. "How…how far along am I, Yaz?" he asked quietly.

"What?" Yazoo replied dumbly, knowing full well what Kadaj was referring to, but feigning ignorance.

"Dilation," Kadaj snapped. "How far am I dilated, Yazoo! Get your fucking book out and check, goddammit!"

"Fine!" Yazoo hissed, snatching up the medical manual, and thumbing furiously through it. "You are such an ingrate."

"Yes, of course," Kadaj snapped, green eyes flashing angrily. "Because every parent to be expects to be kidnapped by their brothers and held against their will while they're in labor. How self-centered of me!"

"Okay, I found the page," Yazoo said, holding the book in front of him. He began lifting the bedcovers, then hesitated, wincing slightly. "Kadaj?" he began. "Must I?"

"Yes, you have to, Yazoo," Kadaj replied. "What, do you expect me to be able to check?"

"I could get you a mirror," Yazoo offered, smiling sheepishly.

"Just fucking look already!" Kadaj snapped.

"Okay," Yazoo replied, his hand shaking as he drew back the covers. "Oh gods," he gasped, paling. "I…I see the head."

"Oh shit!" Kadaj cried, flailing back onto the pillows. "Loz! Get over here, I need you! Yazoo…go boil something."

"Fine," Yazoo sniffed, slowly getting to his feet. He shook his head slowly. "Gaia, I feel faint. That was…not pleasant."

"Big sissy," Loz teased. He knelt down and also looked at Kadaj to monitor his progress. "Eww! Gross," he muttered. "I can see hair and stuff. Is that its head?"

"I believe we've established that," Kadaj replied dryly. Suddenly, he thought of a question. "Loz? What…what color is the hair?"

"It's silver, like ours," Loz replied, smiling. "Well, that's good. Hopefully the baby will look like you, and not Shinra," he chuckled.

"Someone is here," Yazoo hissed. "Loz, give me that gun."

Loz shook his head stubbornly. "No. Let's see who it is first. If it's Cloud, maybe he has someone who can help with him."

"That was not part of the plan!" Yazoo exploded. "Come on, give it to me, it's my gun, damn you!"

"Look. If it's someone who can help, let's have them help us first," Loz said, trying to reason with Yazoo. "If not, then we kill them."

Yazoo shrugged. "Fair enough." He stood by the cabin door, squinting into the swirling snow. Mother will not like this one bit, Yazoo thought, fretting. At least I am the good son…surely she will see that, in the end. I hope….

Rufus leaned into Tseng as the snowmobile was maneuvered around tight bends and turns. "We're getting close, sir," Tseng shouted back at Rufus, who barely heard him through the howling winds. "I can see the smoke from the chimney."

"Thank Gaia," Rufus murmured. "Let's be cautious in our approach," he warned Tseng. "Shiva only knows what's going on in there." Or if Kadaj is even…alive, he fretted.

"Of course, sir," Tseng replied. "We'll park over here." He beckoned to the other snowmobilers in the party following him. "Over here!" he shouted, waving toward a bank of fir trees. "Cut your engines. We'll go the rest of the way on foot."

"Tseng," Vincent murmured, as he approached the group. "We need to talk."

Tseng rolled his eyes and sighed. "Vincent, please," he said. "Now is not the time to bring up our personal differences—"

"That is not what I was talking about," Vincent replied, regarding Tseng with a cold, red-eyed stare. "I was going to say…if you need for me to transform into Chaos…I trust you will give me the usual signal?"

"Oh, that," Tseng replied, relieved. "Yes. I will. I'm…sorry I jumped to conclusions. But later, if you'd like to talk…"

"We can do that," Vincent replied simply, swirling his cloak about him. "Later."

"Good," Tseng replied. "Everyone?" he continued, addressing the group. "We have to do this carefully; Kadaj's position is precarious at best. Reno, you and Rude take point; Vincent, you and Cloud flank them; I'll bring up the rear. Elena, you remain at the rear, with the president."

"Understood," Elena replied, nodding. "Let's go, guys!"

"I see someone," Loz murmured, as he peered out the window. "Maybe I should go talk to them—"

"No!" Kadaj cried out, sitting up, his face contorted with pain. "Don't either one of you leave me, not now!"

"The baby is stuck," Yazoo reported, sighing, as he knelt over Kadaj. "I'm sorry. I have to cut you open, or you'll both die."

Kadaj nodded silently, tears streaming down his sweat-slicked face. He lay back down and sobbed softly. "I wish you actually knew what you were doing—wait, where the hell is Loz going? Loz!" A blast of cold air rushed into the opened door of the cabin. Kadaj and Yazoo heard the crunch of Loz's boots in the snow. "Idiot," Yazoo muttered, wiping the blade of his scalpel on a towel. "Well, we can't wait for him to come back. I'm sorry I don't have anything for the pain, Kadaj," he whispered, as he positioned the scalpel over Kadaj's abdomen. "Just…bite down onto something, and hold on." A shadow passed overhead, and Yazoo suddenly glanced up to see the tip of the Buster Sword inches away from his eye.

"Put that thing down," Cloud warned him. "Get away from Kadaj. Tseng has a medical kit, he can help."

Yazoo backed away from Kadaj, and glared at Loz, who had re-entered the cabin, with Tseng, Cloud, Vincent, Reno and Rude following behind him. "Loz, you idiot!" Yazoo snapped. "I told you not to let anyone in!"

"They can help Kadaj, Yazoo," Loz said sadly, a tear rolling down his cheek. "And we can't."

"Please give me some room, here," Tseng ordered, kneeling next to Kadaj. "How are you feeling, Kadaj?" he asked.

"Tired," Kadaj replied, laughing weakly. "And sore. Is…is he here? Rufus?"

Tseng nodded, as he strapped a blood pressure monitor onto Kadaj's arm, then a fetal monitor on his abdomen. "He's here. Elena?" he called. "Please bring the president in." Kadaj sobbed brokenly as he spied Rufus entering the cabin. In two short strides, the president had crossed the living room, and knelt beside Tseng, grasping Kadaj's hand. "I'm here," Rufus whispered. "Thank Gaia, I made it in time…and I'm not leaving your side, Kadaj. Ever."

"Oh gods, Rufus," Kadaj wept, pulling Rufus's face toward his, and kissing him weakly. "I love you."

"I love you too, Kadaj," Rufus whispered, fighting back tears. "Don't worry. Tseng knows what to do."

"Yes," Tseng replied, grinning. "Believe it or not, this isn't the first time I've done this. I'll have to give you a spinal anesthetic, Kadaj. It's probably obvious that I'm going to have to deliver this baby via caesarian section."

"Whatever you have to do, it's fine," Kadaj replied weakly. "Thank Shiva you came when you did…Yazoo said the baby is stuck…" He glanced up to see Cloud, Reno, Rude standing guard over a helpless looking Yazoo and Loz. "And thank Shiva for Loz. If it weren't for him…"

"Yes," agreed Rufus, kissing Kadaj's hand. "I'm glad Loz listened to reason, instead of Jenova, this time."

"Vincent? Can you get cleaned up and assist me?" Tseng inquired of the ex-Turk. "You remember how to do sutures, yes?" Vincent nodded, and headed toward the sink to wash his hands.

"Time for the epidural," Tseng murmured. "If you could help Kadaj to sit up, Rufus?" Rufus nodded, as he helped Kadaj up into a sitting position. Tseng readied the large needle, and plunged it into Kadaj's spinal cord. Kadaj's lower half quickly went slack, as all the feeling went out of it. "That feels nice," Kadaj said dreamily, as he leaned back into Rufus's awaiting arms.

"I gave you something for the pain, as well," Tseng added. "You might feel a little…strange, for a while." He smiled at Kadaj as he opened up his medical kit. "Now, these aren't the most sterile of conditions, to say the least…but we'll make the best of it."

"Thank you, Tseng," Rufus murmured gratefully, as Tseng handed him a surgical mask. "Put that on," Tseng instructed, as he put on his own mask, then put on some gloves. "Here we go," he murmured, as he dabbed Kadaj's abdomen with iodine. Tseng carefully made a horizontal incision, just above Kadaj's pelvic bone.

"I'm ready," Vincent murmured, suddenly appearing alongside Tseng. "Let me know if you need cure materia, as well…I have plenty."

"Thank you, Vincent," Tseng said gratefully, as he finished making the incision. "And there's the baby," Tseng whispered, reaching in and carefully extracting the fetus.

"Oh sweet Shiva," Reno said, glancing over at Kadaj's now-open abdomen. "I think I may faint, yo," he murmured, swaying on his feet.

"Don't you fucking dare pass out on me, Reno," Cloud hissed, helping Reno to stand. "I mean it!"

"Sorry," Reno said sheepishly, as he collected himself. "What?" he demanded, as Rude laughed at him. "I'm not used to this sort of thing, yo. Birthing babies isn't exactly my forte."

"Thank Gaia," muttered Rude, smirking. "You'd make a horrible midwife, Reno." Everyone froze as an infant's cry broke the relative silence of the room.

"It's a girl," Tseng said softly, as he clamped the umbilical cord, and, wrapping the baby in a cloth, handed her over to Kadaj. Tseng began removing the afterbirth, as Vincent stood by with the sutures, ready to stitch up the gaping hole in Kadaj's abdomen.

"A girl," Kadaj repeated, cradling the baby to his chest. "I knew it."

"You were right," Rufus murmured, tears spilling from his eyes. "What…shall we name her?"

"Kai," Kadaj said firmly, kissing the wriggling baby's head. "I want to name her Kai."

"Kai," Rufus repeated. "I like it. Kai Shinra…"

"Would you like to cut the cord, Rufus?" Tseng inquired, handing the president a pair of surgical scissors. Rufus nodded wordlessly as he took the scissors, and cut the cord where Tseng indicated. He let out a deep breath after making the cut, then handed the scissors back to Tseng. "It's done," he said.

Tseng nodded. "Congratulations, sir...Kadaj," the Turk Commander murmured. "Vincent? Kadaj is ready to be sutured now," he said.

"This won't take long," Vincent said soothingly, as he began suturing Kadaj in small, neat, stitches.

"Can...can I hold her?" Rufus asked Kadaj timidly, stroking the baby's fuzzy, silver-haired head.

"Of course you can," Kadaj replied, smiling weakly. "She...she is perfect."

"Yes, she is," Rufus agreed, smiling, as he held his infant daughter for the first time. Kai gurgled and cried weakly, as Rufus cradled her against his chest.

Loz and Yazoo looked on, still under guard with Cloud, Reno and Rude watching them carefully. Loz began weeping openly, upon witnessing the birth. "How bloody touching," Yazoo muttered, hurriedly wiping a tear from his eyes before anyone could see him cry.

"Well then," Reno said, smirking. "Looks like we have to have a baby shower, yo."

A/N: Aww, it's a girl! Man...Could I have gotten any sappier with the whole birth scene, though? :)

Next chapter: What's this about an older brother? How's Kadaj going to get off of that mountain? Will Yazoo ever quit being an asshole? Where exactly is Jenova?
And the question of the hour: Will Kadaj breastfeed? XD