Disclaimer: I do not own Repo! The Genetic Opera, nor Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.

Hey guys! Here's a new story from me! I saw Repo for the first time last night (and loved it! =D) and was inspired to write this today. I've been wanting to write this for a while; I'm so excited to get started. Anyway, enjoy!

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"Shilo, dear? We're ready to start."

The girl at the window turned away from the city below to face the source of the voice. Her deceased adoptive fathers' lawyer, Cato Snake, stood at the head of the long oval table in the middle of the room. His tall, lanky frame was dressed in a deep gray suit, complete with a navy tie and polished black shoes. Black hair, silvering at the roots, was slicked back from his forehead. His small hazel eyes gazed almost sympathetically at the girl called Shilo. Already a small girl, she looked even smaller dressed all in mourning black; her pale face bleached even whiter by her outfit. She stepped forward, into the room. Snake held out the chair next to his own for her in a most gentlemanly manner, and she sat, avoiding the eyes of the people sitting across from her.

These three others were Rottis' biological children: Luigi, caressing his favorite pocketknife; Amber, looking quite proud and haughty under her huge hat; and Pavi, patting his new face into place. All of them were also garbed in black and hoped to inherit GeneCo. Shilo had to admit she had a better chance of inheriting than they did, owing to the fact that Rotti had disowned his disappointing children shortly before his death. Still, she shuddered at the horrible thought that she might own all of GeneCo. Perhaps Rotti thought he was doing her a favor, leaving her some comfort in the form of a multimillion dollar company. Truth be told, Shilo never wanted the company. Being raised with Rottis' unruly children who threw money away on their varied eccentricities always irked her. She felt if she had money like that, she'd do something worthwhile with it. Like finding a cure for my disease.

Shilos' small hands gripped the armrests of her chair. Despite Rottis' constant assurances that his doctors were working around the clock to find a cure, none had been found. "Blood diseases are tricky," he said once, "these things take time." Shilo had been waiting for a cure for 17 years; how much longer would she have to wait? She wanted to go outside, explore the city, but her condition and guardians' persuasion confined her indoors. Shilo, though an obedient girl, found herself growing ever more restless as the years went by. She wondered, not for the first time, how much longer she could remain indoors before she went completely crazy.

"The last will and testament of Rotti Largo," Snake reading aloud jerked Shilo from her thoughts. She gave the lawyer her full attention as he went on, "To my sons, Luigi and Pavi, I leave each 10 million dollars in the hopes that they will use it well." Shilo glanced at their slightly disappointed faces.

"To my favorite little girl," Amber straightened importantly, while Shilo sank down slightly, "I know you will run GeneCo well -," Here, Snakes' eyes popped a little. His nearly golden eyes darted from Shilo to Amber and back to the paper. Shilos' stomach felt leaden with dread.

"- Carmella." The lawyer finished.

Amber didn't even wince at her given name as she usually did. On the contrary, she shrieked and leapt out of her chair. Luigi and Pavi joined her, hugging and congratulating their sister, pleased that GeneCo would still be run by the family. They had always regarded Shilo as something dirty, loathing the possibility that Shilo might inherit; ironic, seeing as the very relieved Shilo never wanted the company.

"To my sweet Shilo," Snake shouted over them, reminding them there was still more of the will to read. He continued only when they had sat down, "You were always a comfort and joy to me-," Amber snorted audibly, but Shilo and Snake were unfazed, "- and my only regret is that I was never able to give you a real family. I hereby leave you 5 million dollars and the chance to live with your biological father, who upon my death is now your legal guardian."

Shilos' insides went cold again. She stared at the lawyer in disbelief, unaware of her adoptive siblings' gazes on her. It was several seconds before she could find her voice, and when she did, she blurted, "You mean the one who's in jail?"

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