Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, or the Godfather, sorry but I really don't.

A/N Wow it's been a busy weekend. I started doing so much, and the week's barely even started! I ended up getting this idea a while back but never got around to it. So please welcome the real President of Shin-Ra, Rufus!

Rufus rolled his eyes looking out the large windows of his office, his father had run Shin-Ra from this seat for far too long. It was time for a new age of Shin-Ra, no the whole world, it was time for the world to move on from his father's regime.

He glanced back at Hojo. One thing that hadn't changed was the fact he still had to sit through the old bat's prattling and reports. He'd promised himself that the first thing that would go after his father would be the Executives.

"With proper funding we could speed up the searching premises for," Hojo started before Rufus tuned out again.

The President peered around annoyed, a flash of light caught his eye as his foot moved. It was a pen, he smirked watching Hojo pacing back and forth. Sweeping his foot he kicked the pen right in front of one of Hojo's feet, the dress shoe impacted and he fell forward, glasses sliding under Rufus's feet.

Hojo shook his head and started feeling around for his glasses, "mind giving me a hand, Mr. President?"

Rufus reached down as they came to a halt. "Sure I think I see them over there, let me go get them."

Hojo stood up hearing Rufus walking away before hearing the footsteps drawing closer, "did you find them?"

"Yeah I did," Rufus replied before folding them carefully and stepping up to Hojo.

"Well let me have them," Hojo's eyes narrowed.

"Oh of course," Rufus replied lifting his hand up before slamming the pointy part of the bend in the arms into Hojo's eye. It dug through his eye into his brain, reeling back Hojo bled out and died shortly after from shock and head trauma.

Rufus looked around the room before down at his bloody head, he walked over to the hall and whistled, "hey Darky!"

A large black panther came bounding down the hall, purring as it rubbed up against Rufus's leg.

"Here, I have a treat for you," Rufus held his hand down as Dark Nation started licking off the blood on his hand.

Dark Nation purred rubbing up against Rufus's leg when he was done, "now go get your dinner."

The cat ran in the room and the sound of ripping clothes and crunching bone could be heard a few minutes later. Rufus walked down the hall to his room and exchanged his old coat for a shiny new one before heading back down to his office and found Dark Nation curled up on the floor happily asleep. Rufus walked over to his desk, maybe being President would be more fun then he thought it would be.