Disclaimer : I don't own Repo! The Genetic Opera.

Shilo looked up from the magazine she was flipping through aimlessly. It was well past midnight, and since she spent most of her time alone, except for the scattered time she spent with the grave robber, she was surprised to hear someone knocking at the door. The teenager made her way to the door and peeked through the peep-hole. What is he doing here?

Shilo opened the door to find Grave, her little nickname for him, standing on the porch, his hands shoved in his pockets and slouching into the shadows of the night. "What are you doing here? I thought you were busy for the rest of the week…" she began, confused at his presence. He had told her just the other day that he wouldn't be able to visit for the next few days.

The grave robber shrugged and mumbled, "Can't I come inside?" Though Shilo was confused at his presence, she opened the door and welcomed him in. She didn't get much company, being as she was currently hiding from the Repo Men sent by Amber Sweet; so she had to welcome and enjoy the companionship when she could. Besides, she always enjoyed being around Grave, he made the world seem less lonely.

Grave strode in, making his way to the couch that the teenager had been sitting on moments before, and picked up the magazine. "You miss her, don't you, Kid?"

Shilo didn't need to look at him to know who he was talking about. "Yeah, I wish I had more time to get to know her… if it weren't for her deal with GeneCo over her eyes… I would have known her… I would have known my godmother…" a silent tear slipped down her cheek. She didn't deny it, she missed Mag, and if there were one thing she'd never forgive the Largo family for, it was taking her away from her. Shilo was staying at Mag's house, not because she felt like she had the right to stay there, though Grave claims that she does, but because it was the only place that she could think of to run to on the night of the opera. Since then, she'd gotten quite comfortable in the quiet solitude in Mag's spiritual presence; it was where she seemed to belong for this phase of her life.

Grave looked over when he heard Shilo's voice turn sorrowful. He strode over to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "Don't worry Kid, you still got me!" he said with a lazy grin.

This was why Shilo loved having Grave around, he always seemed able to cheer her up, even a little. Suddenly feeling like having a good laugh, she replied with over-the-top sarcasm, "Yes, and what on earth would I do if I didn't have you to look after me!? I'd probably end up being a model citizen!"

"Hey! Watch it Kid, I am a high-class member of society! I have a good paying job, and a woman to come home to every night; I dare you to find another man in this city who has that much going for him!" he teased, picking up on her playful mood. He scooped her up into his arms and made his way back over to the couch, dropping her humorously and climbing onto the couch to straddle her hips. Hmm… pretty damned smooth, if I do say so myself! Grave chuckled to himself, making a face that was supposed to be enticing and seductive. However, instead of making the teen beneath him swoon at his touch, it caused her to break out into a fit of laughter. "What?" Graverobber asked, a smile playing on his lips.

"Grave…" Shilo began, trying to calm her laughing, "high-class member of society my ass!" The teen chuckled again at the feigned expression of shock that clouded Graverobber's features. "Besides, you don't come home every night, I'm lucky to see you a couple of times a week, I should be kicking your ass to the curb!" she teased, trying to push him off of her.

"You just don't realize how good you got it, Kid. But, eh, it's your loss," he replied with a wink as he climbed off her and readjusted himself on the couch.

Once Shilo calmed herself down, she leaned her head against Grave's shoulder, feeling safe in the man's presence. "What if we did try to be model citizens? You could come home to the house every night, and I could make dinner or something. At least it wouldn't be so lonely for me… and you wouldn't have to sleep on the streets… What do you think?

The question took Grave by surprise, "What?" he questioned, trying to figure out what had sparked this change of conversation. When she didn't reply, he assumed she was being serious, "I don't think so Kid… I'm more of a loner; and let's face it, you can't tell me that I fit the typical 'model citizen' profile."

Shilo became thoughtful for a moment and replied, "Well, what if I became a citizen of the society you're part of? It'd take away the loneliness, and you wouldn't have to live up to expectations you don't think you can fill. What about that?"

"No," Graverobber replied immediately, "absolutely not."

"But why not?" the teenager asked, getting worked up over the matter.

"I said no. My type of society isn't a place for girls like you," he stated matter-of-factly.

Shilo couldn't get her mind around the thought. Why didn't Grave want to be around her? Was she that poor of company that he would rather be alone? Or was it that he'd rather hang out with the addicts he serviced, and that she was just too boring to fit in with them? Her confusion quickly turned to anger. She jumped up, glaring at the man lounging on her couch. "Get out," she growled.

Graverobber was surprised, he hadn't expected Shilo to get angry, it was just a matter of circumstance, she didn't belong in the places that he hid; she was too pure and innocent for it all. When he didn't move, and Shilo stepped toward him, her arm trembling from anger, he finally got up and walked toward the door. Before walking out he turned, "Kid… it's just the way things are. I'll check up on you in a few days," he mumbled.

"No, you won't. Get out." Shilo's face was cold and hard, every bit of the teasing mood she was in earlier vanished completely from her features. Grave lowered his eyes, shoved his hands back in his pocket, and slumped back out into the night, with the door slamming shut behind him.

What did I do that was so wrong? I just want to protect her… she's too innocent for the life I lead. I don't know why I want to protect her, but she needs someone to look after her, doesn't she? Graverobber scolded himself for the sentimentality that he was expressing towards the girl. Sure, he enjoyed her company to a certain extent; she was definitely less of a pain in the ass than one of the addicts like Amber; yet, was she really worth all of this trouble, especially now that she decided to rebel against what is best for her? What was all of this absurd talk of joining his ranks? Of course… he did turn down the idea to become a model citizen of society… but still. Out of angry confusion, he spat at the black pavement beneath him, and continued his way into the night.

Back in the house, Shilo was furious. Why did Graverober have to be such a dick sometimes? Was it such a terrible thing to not want to be lonely all the time? Whatever, she'd show him. If he didn't want to be a part of her social circle, and he didn't want her to be a part of his ranks…she'd find a way; she didn't quite know how yet... but she'd find a way.

A/N : tada! i started, and finished, my first repo fanfic! i'm planning on at least a few more chapters for sure, but it could go on longer, depending on where i decide to take the story. Please post a review and let me know what you think so far... being as this is my first repo story, i'm not sure where it stands; so please review!! =D i'm going to try to get chapter 2 up as soon as possible.. but i have several tests this week, as well as a ton of extra curricular activies that i'm working around as well; so i'll try to write it and get it posted as soon as possible; please be patient! with love, Rhea. xo