Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, or the idea of something large like Jaws.
A/N Wow over a month straight of Hojo dying. I believe Lady Vatalya, who in her nomination post for this story in the Genesis Awards, said it best: "Hojo killing should be an international sport." I think it should be in the Olympics! Which makes me think of swimming, and the beach has the best water. If you played the original game, about a third of the way in at Costa del Sol I believe Hojo was surrounded by bikini clad women? So without further rambling, lets get killing!
"Oh Professor," one of the women muttered crawling closer to his beach chair.
"Come on tell us another of your riveting stories," another purred also moving closer.
"Ladies, please there's plenty to go around," Hojo cackled. Years of cackling had drained his ability to laugh in any way shape or form without it being a cackle of some sort.
They moved closer to him, "come on we want to swim so come with us please?" They pleaded seductively.
"But we're just fine right here," he replied curtly. "If you want to go swim then I'll wait right here for you."
They gave him their best puppy eyes, "we're scared, the ocean's a big scary place, and we need you to protect us. Please? For us?"
He sighed giving into the puppy eyes, normally he was cold hearted to anything hat gave him those eyes. However these weren't some Nibel Wolf or a Dragon or a SOLDIER, these were ladies. And not just any ladies, these were tanned bikini clad goddesses; it would be unchivalrous on his part to ignore them. He stood up, his lab coat fluttering over his somewhat greenish colored skin, in a beaker patterned Speedo.
The pair giggled and ran off towards the water, before looking back, "come on Professor!"
He nodded, "we need a beach ball."
The first one waved, "we'll go get one!" They ran off up the beach to the rental shack.
Hojo watched them go, not sensing the ominous shadow looming over him. It was no different then any ordinary shadow belonging to a cloud or a bird or a Pink Crested Cockatrice. However the one casting the shadow fell in none of the above, its glowing silver eyes fell on Hojo's oblivious form. Its mouth opened revealing a long thin jaw littered with teeth and a tongue like sandpaper for holding prey, the drool dripped from its jaws onto Hojo's head.
One hand reached up and touched the wet spot, "why is it I always get drooled on?" He asked before the head struck with surprising gusto and latched onto him. It shook violently, Hojo's screaming muffled by the tongue before the sea creature threw its head back sending him rag dolling into the air snatching him and swallowing.
A few minutes later the girls came back from getting a beach ball, "Professor?"
"I bet he was facing away from the water," the other commented.
"Who cares we got his wallet!" The first exclaimed as she reached into the sand pulling up a small black leather wallet.
