"Ah, you're awake," says the unctuous and all-too familiar voice, and Vincent's eyelids flicker open in disgust--- disgust at the voice's owner, but more at himself that he hadn't been able to disguise his reactions well enough to sham sleep.
The reason for that becomes apparent as he registers the plethora of instrumentation attached to his prone form.
"How convenient," sneers Hojo's hated voice, and he looks up into his rival's eyes. "It will be so much easier to determine the efficacy of my programs with you awake and providing sensorimotor data---"
"What do you think you're doing?" Vincent growls.
"Why, experimenting, of course--- I'm a scientist; that is my proper function. Not that I expect a hulking thug from the Turks to understand it, any more than you did with Lucrecia---"
"Lucrecia!" That thought is enough to have Vincent straining against his bonds, thrashing---
For a moment; then the jolts of electricity cut through him, and he perforce subsides, not of his own will, helpless. "Now, now," Hojo chuckles. "That won't do you any good at all." He comes over to Vincent's bedside, smiling almost avuncularly down at him. "You're not going to be able to interfere in my research any more, Valentine," he says, almost tenderly. "And what's more, you're an ideal subject---" he strokes Vincent's hair, chuckling as the other man recoils from the touch as much as his bonds allow. "No one will miss a Turk, after all---" he bends down, and his lips brush Vincent's forehead. "No one, no one at all."
"Experimental Subject", FFVII OGC: Hojo/Vincent, PG because HOJO
The reason for that becomes apparent as he registers the plethora of instrumentation attached to his prone form.
"How convenient," sneers Hojo's hated voice, and he looks up into his rival's eyes. "It will be so much easier to determine the efficacy of my programs with you awake and providing sensorimotor data---"
"What do you think you're doing?" Vincent growls.
"Why, experimenting, of course--- I'm a scientist; that is my proper function. Not that I expect a hulking thug from the Turks to understand it, any more than you did with Lucrecia---"
"Lucrecia!" That thought is enough to have Vincent straining against his bonds, thrashing---
For a moment; then the jolts of electricity cut through him, and he perforce subsides, not of his own will, helpless. "Now, now," Hojo chuckles. "That won't do you any good at all." He comes over to Vincent's bedside, smiling almost avuncularly down at him. "You're not going to be able to interfere in my research any more, Valentine," he says, almost tenderly. "And what's more, you're an ideal subject---" he strokes Vincent's hair, chuckling as the other man recoils from the touch as much as his bonds allow. "No one will miss a Turk, after all---" he bends down, and his lips brush Vincent's forehead. "No one, no one at all."