Author's Notes:
Yes, this one is horribly short but it has nothing to do with the next part. Trust me.
Besides, you like Hojo, don't you? Of course you don't! Only very sick and twisted people do. I knew one of them...but I won't go into that here.
"He was a walking mass of complexes."
Hojo studied the files of his son with interest, paying closest attention to Sephiroth's skill with the huge Masamune that he used as a weapon. A weapon! Most people kept a false one on the wall as a decorative device, and needed ten strong men to place it on the rack. But Sephiroth wielded the sword with ease, waving it about as though it were a pencil! Good Lord, what a warrior he had created! If Sephiroth was this good with the Masamune at age fourteen, imagine what power he would have as an adult...yes, Shin-Ra certainly had the General it needed...
Hojo felt a flash of fatherly pride, for did Sephiroth not owe his strength and very existence to him? If he had not been treated with Mako and Jenova, he would just be an ordinary boy...but with the enhancement, he was stronger, faster, more agile, and certainly had a greater amount of magical ability than other people. And the spells he knew! Most people had one or two Materia, a Cure usually, and perhaps a Fire or Bolt...but Sephiroth knew powerful Summon spells, like 'Leviathan' and 'Kjata'. He refused to use Materia like HP Up, claiming that they were unnecessary. Magic Materia were at his full command, and he was able to wring hidden power from his Contain and Barrier spells. All in all, Sephiroth certainly was worth his cost...
Hojo broke away from the reports, a strange smile twisting his face. What if - what if he gave his son the Black Materia? What if Sephiroth had the power to destroy the Planet? Would his child use the inner strengths that God had seen fit to give him? Hojo wished that he could carry out this experiment, but he knew that it was impossible, too costly. Although Hojo held no regard for anything or anyone else on the Planet, he still had no desire to destroy his only home...
Hojo reprimanded himself for such self-destructive thoughts. He had to concentrate on his current experiment. He pushed a tape of Sephiroth fighting a Roboguard in a training area into a VCR. He stared at the recorded motions of his son with pride, looking at his flowing silver hair and glowing eyes. Strange, that hair was...why did it grow in that fashion? Was it because of Jenova? Hojo had seen similar hair like tendrils growing on the Cetra's head...or what he supposed was her head, and knew that Sephiroth himself certainly didn't style it that way. He had seen the recordings of his son in his room, and knew that he had no concern for personal appearance, merely getting up, bathing, and dressing in the enveloping black cape and uniform of a Shin-Ra general. And the eyes...presumably the Mako was responsible for the green glow and the eerily beautiful shifting from blue to turquoise to green; he had seen it before in members of SOLDIER, but the cat-like pupils were beyond his reasoning. He guessed that they were a gift from Jenova. Exactly why Jenova would cause that, he had no idea, and he didn't know if she had eyes like that. If only she would open them, if she was alive! He could use a probe to open them, but he wasn't going to risk his precious specimen...
Hojo set down the reports, looking up at the clock. Six-fifteen...time for Sephiroth's 'medicine'. Most children were frightened by doctors with needles. In fact, Hojo, with his odd, shuffling, walk, and vulture-like posture, frightened most adults, even without the large needle he kept in his breast pocket for the terrifying effect it had on others. But Sephiroth had merely stared at him with intent solemnity. Always. Hojo twisted his mind, trying to figure that out. Now he remembered that it had seemed as though Sephiroth had been staring into his...his soul. No matter. Hojo left his Spartan office and went to the medical Wing.
Notes:
Short but to the point. Sephiroth is growing up and Jenova is conveniently able to fall asleep and miss boring bits. I wish *I* could fall asleep and miss boring bits...
Next: The introduction of Ifalnya!