Sapientes Gladio's Fanfic Archive

(This is an excerpt of a project I sincerely hope I can pick back up. I started this personal FF7 project in 2016; also Idk when I'll ever have a real name for it. This name stuck and it is what it is LMFAO)

“You lot think bein’ in ShinRa would be easy? That lil graduation certificate don’t mean shit in the field of battle.” A burly man, with a scar across his eye and his neck walked down the line of candidates as he spoke with his country accent. His black hair neatly trimmed and combed back, with his beard also neatly taken cared of.


“This lot of twenty has a lot to prove, you may have attended ShinRa Military Academy, but do you truly have what it takes? Has everything you learned in that fucking classroom actually serve you in battle, or will you be one of the casualties scraped up and buried in the Planet?” He stopped in front of a young man with crimson eyes, short-cropped dark brown hair. Looking at him with his grey eye, he looked down the line to his right.


“A mission of this magnitude,” a voice that was deep in baritone, yet held sophistication with a light accent not heard from the area. “Was initially only reserved for us to handle however, achieving success for this can guarantee you a spot in the Turks, SOLDIER or in the army.” He was dressed in navy blue suit, his badge pinned to the left side of his collared white dress shirt. Ebony hair pulled back and placed in a low ponytail, and rectangular glasses only a skeptic would don. Through the lens, black eyes were seen scanning every possible candidate.

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(I began writing this the summer before my senior year in high school. I never got around to finishing it and I'm unsure if I ever will. It would have been great and I hope so.)

Aside from the images, he decided to skim everything else, because already he felt his time wasted and he was annoyed by the fact that the WWWC just did not know when to quit their advances and ideas of arresting him. Amongst the skimming, he realized that there was something true written down at the bottom and the evidence to back it up was (as much as he refused to admit it) undeniably truthful. It was a photograph of their new experiment in progress by Doctor Boskonovitch. The data shown was last week’s progress of how what effects were tested and to what would happen if the science involved with the animal’s stimuli would malfunction if a certain chemical was placed inside. For the most part, the animal itself was unharmed in the traumatic sense, but images of the mammal’s head consisted of careful dissection and the brain was being carefully picked about as well. Though the image displayed a lot, the information written beside it did not bring him justice nonetheless.

Displayed here is one of the future experiments done by Doctor Boskonovitch under the orders of Kazuya Mishima. This kangaroo is undergoing an experiment to see if there is a possible chance that animals can react in a human manner and if there is a way for them to defend themselves not only on animal instincts, but in a more sophisticated and human one as well. This project has estimated to be due around the time the King of Iron Fist Tournament 2 starts. Whether it will be participating with the other combatants that will remain ambiguous.

Kazuya was not even listening to Jun even though she has been talking all the while he was reviewing the document that posed a threat to him. He knew that if he asked Ms. Kazama where she got her sources from, she would resist, answering around the question, as all the WWWC agents do. Why make this even more difficult than necessary? When he looked up, he realized that infuriating mocha eyes were glaring back at him. Just when he thought she was about to slap him right when she brought her hand up, she slammed it down on the documents he had in his hands and said, “Did you even heard a word I said?” He looked at her blankly and not the least intimidated of her, even though as a man, he couldn’t help but find her a sight to behold. Usually with his luck to find a woman attractive was when they’re furious. What a better way to stir the fire by fueling it a bit more? He was a professional in being an asshole outside of all of his illegal misdeeds.

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