Greetings All. Just a little something I came up with earlier today. This is the first in what is going to be a series of drabbles/ficlets about a young potential SOLDIER working as an "assistant" to Hojo.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story.
Specimen M
Chapter 1: Introducing the specimen
Miles cautiously peered through the glass window of the office door. He'd only met Professor Hojo once before, and had found him to be quite an interesting character. The pale, stick-like man was currently staring intently at a TV screen and cackling manically. Miles assumed he was watching footage of one of his twisted experiments.
"Well,"he thought, "Here goes." He knocked on the door.
"What?" cried Hojo, flinging open the door, "What do you want? Can't you see I'm trying to watch 'The Planet's Funniest Animals'?"
Miles looked at the TV screen, and there, sure enough, was a squirrel with its mouth clamped tightly onto a man's genitalia.
"From what I hear about Hojo's experiments," he thought, "I wasn't far off with my guess." Hojo was quite well known for his unusual cross-breeding attempts.
Shaking his head clean of all those sick, sick thoughts, Miles answered the professor, "Heidegger sent me. I want to be in SOLDIER, and he thinks I've got what it takes."
Hojo stared at the young man, nervously standing there in his blue military uniform. After a few minutes of being eyed up, Miles started to feel uncomfortable.
"I…"
"What is your name?" Hojo asked, "How long have you worked for Shinra? How old are you? What is your favourite colour?"
"Miles Harris, five months, nineteen, and, err…" He looked at Hojo, who, surprisingly, seemed to be nodding in approval, "Orange."
Hojo stopped nodding, "No, I don't think you're suitable." He said, and walked back into his office. Miles watched as the head of the science department sat down, turned his attention back to the television, and resumed his cackling.
"What? But Why?" Miles stood in the doorway, shocked.
"SOLDIER uniforms don't come in yellow," Hojo said, "and I know how fashion-conscious you young men are these days. A stroppy SOLDIER is a careless SOLDIER."
"Please! I'll do anything!"
"Anything?" A psychopathic smile spread across Hojo's face. Whether that was to do with his plead, or due to the fact that a giraffe on TV was attempting to chase its tail, Miles could not tell.