Midgar High School

I am not the “lunch lady”. I tire of that moniker, and I tire of these ill-bred miscreants amongst my children.

Yes, I think of them as my children. Lucrecia plays too much; her maternal instincts have been warped. But I, like any great inventor, have only the purest of paternal instincts towards my creations. Lu can handle the modifying of specimens... she does rather enjoy breaking them down and reconstructing them into her image of perfection.

Considering Lu... that is something.

I cannot focus on her, and reigning her in. It is a good thing that Rufus is so eloquent, always knows what to say when handling her. Maybe once we no longer need his financial backing, she’ll make him into something... splendid. My Lu certainly has a way with men, even pretty boys with an over fondness for Wutains.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

There is damage control to be done. I didn’t expect him... the very golden child of my research to do something so low and pathetic. Oh, I have eyes, and I always knew that horrible Scarlet woman was a bad influence. That and Jenova. I didn’t ask for her to steal my son. Yes, MY son. And the Gasts... damned hippies. It is a shame there are no two chemists as brilliant as they are in all of Gaea.

If I did not know what she was capable of, I would have taken him back years ago. But she has a fearsome power underneath all that frippery... our first willing test subject. So far our only willing test subject, and rather willing at that. Unless you count Valentine, but he was under Lucrecia’s spell. It was not free will so much as hypnotism.

I should know, she is my wife. No matter what that stupid boy thinks.

I’ll admit, my clinicism was tested as I watched him grow up. Powerful, intelligent; he is the very image of what we are trying to accomplish. Sephiroth is not an experiment... he is advanced evolution. Natural as anything, but twice as stable. I can not be so humble as to ignore the genius before us.

I wonder if he knows that this entire school was built for him? I have to commend Rufus, especially for placing himself in the secondary position so as to shift the blame onto that puppet Heidegger. And we accept some of the slum kids into the school, a further way of diverting suspicion. Though, I wonder if Lu had some other motive in suggesting that.

Some of the modified children are almost good enough to be considered mine. Strife is a good one; I have been supplementing his meals for nearly two years now. The training through sports has done wonders for him. If I could only get him to breed, maybe with that intelligent female we lured here after meeting her brilliant parents.

Always thinking ahead of myself... I need to check up on my other sons.

School cafeteria kitchen lend themselves as excellent places to hide a lab. The larger freezers and refrigerators make excellent covers as doors. And so clean... I’ve always loved how pristine this place is. Silver... so very silver. Gold may be precious, but silver is the color of tempered and forged alloys which exceed its strength.

Seeing them lined up, the glow of green on their silver hair... it’s hard not to feel paternal. Soon my sons, you will need to bring your brother to his senses. I only hope Lu got the injection into his system on time.

It is so hard to be a parent these days.