Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII, and if you ever need to give a gift, please give the gift of Hojo death. It is the gift that keeps on giving.
A/N Hi everyone! Okay down to business, my pal Lance was annoyed at me for not doing enough Cloud deaths, and I didn't exactly get him his birthday present. In order to rectify this mistake slightly I bring the return of Cloud Strife with a twist and a thousand apologies and birthday wishes to Lance!
Hojo stood up brushing off his lab coat and glaring over where Cloud and the others had escaped. That failure had just gotten away, two species on the verge of extinction had just escaped, and those pompous AVALANCHE fools had left. He walked over to where his precious Jenova was floating headless in a tank. "Stay here and be a good girl until I come back."
He walked out of the room and down to the elevator heading out of Shin-Ra and down the street to the coffee shop. Sitting down he pulled out his notebook and started recording his findings sipping a venti mocha frappachino with half a container of raw table salt. He sat there writing for a couple hours before deciding to head back to Shin-Ra.
Standing up he gathered up his notebook sipping his to-go cup walking back up the street paying no mind to the troops running around. It was a crisis, why should he care? Getting in the elevator he found himself not getting anywhere. "Piece of junk…" he grumbled getting out, in truth he had actually gone down a couple of stories.
Hojo started climbing up the emergency stairs from Sub-Level 3, "why do the elevators have to break now of all times? Damn AVALANCHE."
As he climbed up the stairs he continued to grumble to himself, "they don't respect me the way they did Gast. Those fatuous imbeciles, I will show them that this is my greatest theory ever."
"I will be renowned!" He shouted opening the door into the lobby; the incompetent buffoon Tuesti who built the Shin-Ra Building hadn't put the upper level stairs with the lower level stairs.
Crossing the lobby Hojo was cackling, he didn't hear the engine or crash as a periwinkle blue buggy came crashing into him head on. Hojo's legs flew up over his head and he created a graceful rag doll arc slamming into the main staircase.
"Urg… what did I do?" He muttered lying there for a minute before something hard flat and fast slammed him in the head.
Cloud was flying along on his new motorcycle he'd just borrowed with no intention of returning down the stairs. The Buster Sword strapped to his back had just smacked into something, it flew off of the magnets and into the air. Doing a couple dozen flips it landed point down into something that looked like a person. A small waterfall of bright red was making its way down the stairs.
He skidded to a halt at the foot of the stairs before dashing back up and grabbing the sword, "hmm… well I'd hate to be that guy."
The supposed SOLDIER ran back down jumping on the bike and popping a wheelie jumping the gap onto the freeway.
