2:58 PM 6/19/02 Chapter two.
"No Hojo, your wrong, my mother is not Jenova..." Sephiroth said slowly with a chuckle as he closed his eyes and shook his head. "Then who is she, Sephiroth?" Hojo scowled. "My mother...?" Sephiroth gestured. "Of course!" Hojo lashed out. Sephiroth, with his evil smile thought long and hard for the answer to Hojo's question. "Hmmm......." Sephiroth thought. The young man slowly put his slilky gloved leather hands on his chin, like he was in some kind of thinking state. "Well?" Hojo asked, a sound of anger in his hollow voice. "Hmm? My mother?" Sephiroth gestured. Hojo scowled. "Why, my mother is Lucercia..." Sephiroth smiled sweetly, keeping the murderous glare in his mako eyes. "Wha.... H-how did you know?!" Hojo lashed out, his eyes wide, and body trembling. "My own mother's ghost...." Sephiroth said casually, like he had no care in the world. "But.... How could you talk to your mother's ghost?" Hojo asked. Sephiroth chuckled. "It was Jenova wasn't it?" Hojo asked again. "No, Mother Jenova had nothing to do with this..." Sephiroth smiled. "My real mother rose from the grave and told me everything... She was engaged to Vincent Valentine before that day... While she was at work you said Professor Gast was planning a new experiment... What would happen if you injected Jenova cells into a embyro... Well, it turned out that your plan with my mother worked... While she was still peregnat you injected Jenova cells into me while I was still in mother's womb...." Sephiroth finished. "Well Sephiroth," Hojo began, "looks like you found my little secret..." Hojo smiled. Sephiroth scoffed. "HAHAHAHAHA!" Sephiroth cackled, backing away from Hojo, eyes closed, and head bowed down. "AHAHAHAHA!!" Sephiroth laughed again. "Just wait until what I have in store for you..."
"What?" Hojo scowled. Sephiroth slowly took the Masamune from it's sheath, revealing a six-footed sword. "S-Sephiroth... Wha-what are you doing...?" Hojo quivered. "What does it look like?" Sephiroth smirked. "I'm making Mother Jenova happy.." he finished, raising the Masamune and aiming for Hojo's throat. Hojo's body quivered as Sephiroth slowly put the sword to his father's throat. Hojo gulped as sweat appeared on his face and neck. He eyed the sword as Sephiroth put it to his neck. Sephiroth suddenly took the sword and pulled it back. "I really don't want to get my sword dirty...." Sephiroth gestured. "But... It's only for the best..." he said again, looking at his sword and touching the tip and pressing his thumb hard on the sharp tip. "What are you going to do...?" Hojo trembled. "Me, I'm going to make Mother Jenova happy..." Sephiroth answered, with an evil grin. Sephiroth raised his sword againand swung at Hojo's throat. Hojo squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the sharp pain from the large cut made by the sword. He suddenly opened his eyes, Sephiroth stood there, holding the Masamune just inches away from Hojo's throat. An evil grin came on Sephiroth's face as he took his sword and rammed it into Hojo's shoulder. A painful scream can from Hojo's mouth as Sephiroth drug out the sword, and looked at it. "AHAHAHAHAH!!!" Sephiroth cackled. "Mommy with be pleased about this..." Sephiroth cackled again. "About what, Sephiroth!?" Hojo yelled, grabbing the blood gushing wound. Sephiroth just stood there, chuckling to himself. "Jenova... Jenova's entered his mind..." Hojo thought, as he looked deeply into his son's eyes. "Well Sephiroth?" Hojo scowled. Sephiroth looked at Hojo and put the tip o the sword on Hojo's chest. "PROUD TO SEE YOUR HEART ON A SILVER PLATTER, YOU OLD FOOL!!" Sephiroth screamed. Hojo looked at his son and slowly backed away. Voices ran though Hojo's mind. "I-I can't believe this might be the end for me.......... Wait... Where's his number.... Could he be.... No... Cloud Strife kill the real Sephiroth..... It couldn't be the real one..." Hojo thought. "Sephiroth... Wheres you number...?" Hojo asked. "What number... I'm the real Sephiroth..." Sephiroth said in a calm voice. Hojo's eyes wdened. "It can't be..." he said under his breath. While Hojo thought more, he didn't notice that Sephiroth was backing up, getting reading to strike again. "He the real copy of Sephiroth... It can't be... The real Sephiroth is dead..." Hojo thought. By the time he snapped out of his little daydream of thinking, it was almost too late for him. When he saw Sephiroth running at him, sword put to his side, to slash Hojo's stomache open. When he saw the silver haired man running toward him, Hojo quickly threw himself to the side. Sephiroth laughed insanly. "What?" Hojo scowled. "Heh, heh, heh..... I find that funny....." Sephiroth snickered. "What!!!" Hojo asked, picking up his slightly bent glasses and fixing them back to normal. "I hit you one..." Sephiroth began, "and the second time... I almost hit you again..." he finished. "Your sick Sephiroth.." Hojo sneered. "I'm not the one that sick, Hojo, you are... You slept with my mother for nothing but power!" Sephiroth yelled. "Sephiroth, please, get a hold of yourself, don't let Jenova control your mind like this!" Hojo yelled. "Oh but Mother Jenova's not controlling me..." Sephiroth smiled, as he flicked a strand of his long silver hair behind him. Sephiroth's eyes glistened, as an evil smile came upon his face. "I just want to see the look on Mother Jenova's face..." he said again. Hojo scoffed. "How could someone ever be so evil...?"
"Me?" Sephiroth asked. "Oh no, I'm not evil... I'm just doing the world a favor..."
"But why, Sephiroth?"
"Why what?"
"Why be so morbid and not let me help you?"
"Because..." Sephiroth said, as his voice darkened and tapped on his temple. "I know in that twisted thing you call a mind, is a plan being cocked up..."
Hojo scoffed again. "Why, never in my life have I ever been insluted..."
"It'll be the last one you'll ever get too..."
"Hmm... What do you mean, Sephiroth?"
Sephiroth smiled and raised his Masamune. "I mean, your time is up..."
murderous aroura glittered in Sephiroth's eyes, he back away from Hojo, Sephiroth suddenly cackled loudly as Hojo backed away. Sephiroth's silver hair flowed behind him, as he continued to cackle. Hojo suddenly let out a small grunt of pain, and grasped the freshly cut wound. Sephiroth once more continued to back away. "Hah! Never in my life, have I seen a more redicouls looking mortal..." Sephiroth sneered. Hojo scoffed and turned his head away from Sephiroth's glance.
Sephiroth took his final step, he looked at his father with a small twinkle in his eyes. "Sephiroth....." Hojo wispered. Sephiroth suddenly lashed out at Hojo once again. "You'll be seeing Mother Lucrecia soon, Father!" Sephiroth taunted running down the allyway, his sword held to the side, and eyes locked on Hojo's. "So... I guess this.... is the end for me...." Hojo chuckled, as tears came to his eyes. Hojo bowed his head, his ebony hair draped over his glasses, he just stood there, waiting for death to take him wherever. "But...." Hojo began, "thi-this is how I want it to end.... I will be seeing my dear, sweet Lucrecia, yet once again... But, in a different life..." Hojo finished, as he looked up at his son, the look of hatred in his eyes. "This is for not telling me the truth about my life!!" Sephiroth screamed, as he rammed the Masamune into Hojo's lower chest, a painful scream flew from Hojo's mouth as his blood spurted outward and drenched Sephiroth's face and his weapon. Sephiroth's father let out another ear wrenching shriek of pure agony from Sephiroth slowly twisting his bloody blade, causing the Masamune to drive deeper into Hojo's chest, blood heavily poured from his deeply carved in wound. Finally, Sephiroth was satisfied, he withdrew his blood stained blade from Hojo's dying form. He collapsed in defeat. "And that's for me..." Sephiroth wheezed. He slowly knelt down next to his dead father's blood drenched body and stuck his leather, silk like, gloved hands in Hojo's deeply carved wound... He suddenly began taring the wound open... He was searching for something... But what?... "Come on, where is it...? Heh, heh.... Mother Jenova... I've found it..." Sephiroth snickered.
"No Hojo, your wrong, my mother is not Jenova..." Sephiroth said slowly with a chuckle as he closed his eyes and shook his head. "Then who is she, Sephiroth?" Hojo scowled. "My mother...?" Sephiroth gestured. "Of course!" Hojo lashed out. Sephiroth, with his evil smile thought long and hard for the answer to Hojo's question. "Hmmm......." Sephiroth thought. The young man slowly put his slilky gloved leather hands on his chin, like he was in some kind of thinking state. "Well?" Hojo asked, a sound of anger in his hollow voice. "Hmm? My mother?" Sephiroth gestured. Hojo scowled. "Why, my mother is Lucercia..." Sephiroth smiled sweetly, keeping the murderous glare in his mako eyes. "Wha.... H-how did you know?!" Hojo lashed out, his eyes wide, and body trembling. "My own mother's ghost...." Sephiroth said casually, like he had no care in the world. "But.... How could you talk to your mother's ghost?" Hojo asked. Sephiroth chuckled. "It was Jenova wasn't it?" Hojo asked again. "No, Mother Jenova had nothing to do with this..." Sephiroth smiled. "My real mother rose from the grave and told me everything... She was engaged to Vincent Valentine before that day... While she was at work you said Professor Gast was planning a new experiment... What would happen if you injected Jenova cells into a embyro... Well, it turned out that your plan with my mother worked... While she was still peregnat you injected Jenova cells into me while I was still in mother's womb...." Sephiroth finished. "Well Sephiroth," Hojo began, "looks like you found my little secret..." Hojo smiled. Sephiroth scoffed. "HAHAHAHAHA!" Sephiroth cackled, backing away from Hojo, eyes closed, and head bowed down. "AHAHAHAHA!!" Sephiroth laughed again. "Just wait until what I have in store for you..."
"What?" Hojo scowled. Sephiroth slowly took the Masamune from it's sheath, revealing a six-footed sword. "S-Sephiroth... Wha-what are you doing...?" Hojo quivered. "What does it look like?" Sephiroth smirked. "I'm making Mother Jenova happy.." he finished, raising the Masamune and aiming for Hojo's throat. Hojo's body quivered as Sephiroth slowly put the sword to his father's throat. Hojo gulped as sweat appeared on his face and neck. He eyed the sword as Sephiroth put it to his neck. Sephiroth suddenly took the sword and pulled it back. "I really don't want to get my sword dirty...." Sephiroth gestured. "But... It's only for the best..." he said again, looking at his sword and touching the tip and pressing his thumb hard on the sharp tip. "What are you going to do...?" Hojo trembled. "Me, I'm going to make Mother Jenova happy..." Sephiroth answered, with an evil grin. Sephiroth raised his sword againand swung at Hojo's throat. Hojo squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the sharp pain from the large cut made by the sword. He suddenly opened his eyes, Sephiroth stood there, holding the Masamune just inches away from Hojo's throat. An evil grin came on Sephiroth's face as he took his sword and rammed it into Hojo's shoulder. A painful scream can from Hojo's mouth as Sephiroth drug out the sword, and looked at it. "AHAHAHAHAH!!!" Sephiroth cackled. "Mommy with be pleased about this..." Sephiroth cackled again. "About what, Sephiroth!?" Hojo yelled, grabbing the blood gushing wound. Sephiroth just stood there, chuckling to himself. "Jenova... Jenova's entered his mind..." Hojo thought, as he looked deeply into his son's eyes. "Well Sephiroth?" Hojo scowled. Sephiroth looked at Hojo and put the tip o the sword on Hojo's chest. "PROUD TO SEE YOUR HEART ON A SILVER PLATTER, YOU OLD FOOL!!" Sephiroth screamed. Hojo looked at his son and slowly backed away. Voices ran though Hojo's mind. "I-I can't believe this might be the end for me.......... Wait... Where's his number.... Could he be.... No... Cloud Strife kill the real Sephiroth..... It couldn't be the real one..." Hojo thought. "Sephiroth... Wheres you number...?" Hojo asked. "What number... I'm the real Sephiroth..." Sephiroth said in a calm voice. Hojo's eyes wdened. "It can't be..." he said under his breath. While Hojo thought more, he didn't notice that Sephiroth was backing up, getting reading to strike again. "He the real copy of Sephiroth... It can't be... The real Sephiroth is dead..." Hojo thought. By the time he snapped out of his little daydream of thinking, it was almost too late for him. When he saw Sephiroth running at him, sword put to his side, to slash Hojo's stomache open. When he saw the silver haired man running toward him, Hojo quickly threw himself to the side. Sephiroth laughed insanly. "What?" Hojo scowled. "Heh, heh, heh..... I find that funny....." Sephiroth snickered. "What!!!" Hojo asked, picking up his slightly bent glasses and fixing them back to normal. "I hit you one..." Sephiroth began, "and the second time... I almost hit you again..." he finished. "Your sick Sephiroth.." Hojo sneered. "I'm not the one that sick, Hojo, you are... You slept with my mother for nothing but power!" Sephiroth yelled. "Sephiroth, please, get a hold of yourself, don't let Jenova control your mind like this!" Hojo yelled. "Oh but Mother Jenova's not controlling me..." Sephiroth smiled, as he flicked a strand of his long silver hair behind him. Sephiroth's eyes glistened, as an evil smile came upon his face. "I just want to see the look on Mother Jenova's face..." he said again. Hojo scoffed. "How could someone ever be so evil...?"
"Me?" Sephiroth asked. "Oh no, I'm not evil... I'm just doing the world a favor..."
"But why, Sephiroth?"
"Why what?"
"Why be so morbid and not let me help you?"
"Because..." Sephiroth said, as his voice darkened and tapped on his temple. "I know in that twisted thing you call a mind, is a plan being cocked up..."
Hojo scoffed again. "Why, never in my life have I ever been insluted..."
"It'll be the last one you'll ever get too..."
"Hmm... What do you mean, Sephiroth?"
Sephiroth smiled and raised his Masamune. "I mean, your time is up..."
murderous aroura glittered in Sephiroth's eyes, he back away from Hojo, Sephiroth suddenly cackled loudly as Hojo backed away. Sephiroth's silver hair flowed behind him, as he continued to cackle. Hojo suddenly let out a small grunt of pain, and grasped the freshly cut wound. Sephiroth once more continued to back away. "Hah! Never in my life, have I seen a more redicouls looking mortal..." Sephiroth sneered. Hojo scoffed and turned his head away from Sephiroth's glance.
Sephiroth took his final step, he looked at his father with a small twinkle in his eyes. "Sephiroth....." Hojo wispered. Sephiroth suddenly lashed out at Hojo once again. "You'll be seeing Mother Lucrecia soon, Father!" Sephiroth taunted running down the allyway, his sword held to the side, and eyes locked on Hojo's. "So... I guess this.... is the end for me...." Hojo chuckled, as tears came to his eyes. Hojo bowed his head, his ebony hair draped over his glasses, he just stood there, waiting for death to take him wherever. "But...." Hojo began, "thi-this is how I want it to end.... I will be seeing my dear, sweet Lucrecia, yet once again... But, in a different life..." Hojo finished, as he looked up at his son, the look of hatred in his eyes. "This is for not telling me the truth about my life!!" Sephiroth screamed, as he rammed the Masamune into Hojo's lower chest, a painful scream flew from Hojo's mouth as his blood spurted outward and drenched Sephiroth's face and his weapon. Sephiroth's father let out another ear wrenching shriek of pure agony from Sephiroth slowly twisting his bloody blade, causing the Masamune to drive deeper into Hojo's chest, blood heavily poured from his deeply carved in wound. Finally, Sephiroth was satisfied, he withdrew his blood stained blade from Hojo's dying form. He collapsed in defeat. "And that's for me..." Sephiroth wheezed. He slowly knelt down next to his dead father's blood drenched body and stuck his leather, silk like, gloved hands in Hojo's deeply carved wound... He suddenly began taring the wound open... He was searching for something... But what?... "Come on, where is it...? Heh, heh.... Mother Jenova... I've found it..." Sephiroth snickered.