FFVII, I guess this is rated PG.

Hey everyone! My goodness, I think this is my first totally serious story I've sent to the list! Please tell me if I've made Hojo fruity, I normally write yaoi, keeping it off the list is easy, but keeping the influence out of my fics is NOT! Anyway, that's my notes finished, and so... Onto the story!

[Hojo]

The others have begun to worry. More and more often, the gutter press is reporting alleged sightings of 'the Great Sephiroth'. I wonder if Lucrecia knows anything of how our son has fared... or if she is still running away from her past, hiding from the truth that she has given birth to one of the greatest killers the world has ever known.

Ah, Sephiroth. You make me proud. Even I am forced to cower before your sheer magnificence. Genetically enhanced magnificence, perhaps, but nonetheless one that cannot be repeated. I have wasted too many years trying to create one as strong, powerful, and beautiful as you. But they are merely quartz crystals to your diamond. Weaker. Flawed.

The newspapers are in awe with your skill. Even the corpses you leave behind reflect that. You are not a brutal killer. Your cuts are clean, and direct. Your victims do not suffer needlessly. Hell, if I was to be executed tomorrow, I'd rather that you dealt the final strike than anyone else.

I want you to carry on sparkling as a diamond does, Sephiroth. And I will not let them stop you. I hate what you stand for... but your legacy is my legacy. And as you will never be forgotten, you have made part of me equally immortal.

For that, I will always thank you, Sephiroth. My son.