Disclaimer: I do not own Repo! The Genetic Opera, or any of it's characters. This is a story written for the entertainment of others, no profit is involved.

Imperfection. Flawed. Ugly. Each word sharp as a razor, slicing into him, bringing him down. Pavi brought his hand up to his face, allowed his fingers to wander gently over the scarred flesh. He sat across from his vanity. His eyes flicked upward and met his own, cerulean eyes gazing into each other. His face appeared burned, raw, the skin bumpy, unpleasant to the touch. He dropped his hand into his lap. He looked at the metal clamps, buried in his flesh. There were six in total, one on each side of his forehead, one on each of his cheeks, and the final two around each side of his chin. They didn't hurt anymore, not like when he had first inserted them. He lowered his gaze to the 'mask' which sat in front of him. He felt a smile raise his lips. Pavi lifted his hand and stroked the 'mask' slowly, almost lovingly. The smile slowly left, leaving a brooding expression in it's place. He remembered when he hadn't needed his 'masks' to feel beautiful. He remembered when Papa had still loved his children, when Luigi wasn't the monster he was today, when Amber had still been Carmella. He didn't know exactly when everything had changed, but he remembered the day when his life had started to fall apart.

Rottisimo Largo was one name everyone knew, the creator of GeneCo., the savior of millions. He was the most powerful man in the world. He also seemed to be one of the luckiest, blessed as he was. He had three healthy children, the oldest being Luigi Largo. The middle child, Paviche 'Pavi' Largo. The youngest, Carmella Largo. They seemed to be the definition of a perfect family. A caring, successful father, and three wonderful children. Unfortunately, it seemed the Largo family's good luck would not hold. The organ failure epidemic was still a major problem across the globe, the Largos were no exception. The first to be afflicted was Luigi. He was a strong boy, muscular, tall for his still relatively young age of twenty. He rarely got sick, so it unnerved the family quite a bit when he began to have regular coughing fits. His condition began to deteriorate when he started coughing and sometimes vomiting blood. Rotti, extremely worried at this point, quickly instructed he be examined thoroughly. The news was not good. Luigi's lungs were failing. This came as a great shock to the Largos. Of course, being the most powerful family in the world, they had assumed they were immune to such trivial things as organ failure. Luigi was immediately sent to surgery for organ replacement. Rotti requested the surgeons sedate him with Zydrate, a new anesthetic he had been improving. The surgery was a success, saving Luigi's life. Thanks to the Zydrate sedative, Luigi was able to feel no pain or discomfort even after surgery. The new anesthetic was such a success that it began to replace other, past sedatives. Surgeons requested the 'miracle drug' from far and wide. Once again, Rotti Largo was known as a hero.

Pavi allowed a smile at this warm memory. His family had been more wealthy, and more powerful than ever before. Luigi had made a full recovery, and was much happier than he had been before. The Zydrate seemed to have zapped his temper as well as any pain. Pavi's smile became more of a smirk as he imagined anything having the ability to cool his brother's hot head. The smirk faded, and was replaced by a soft, nostalgic smile. For a while, everything had seemed so perfect. It seemed that no more wrong could possibly be done. Sadly, the Largo family's assumptions were very wrong.

A/N: This is my first fan fiction I have written. I would appreciate being told things I need to improve on, and whether you enjoyed the story or not. Please review. Thank you.