Hey everyone! I finished chapter two! :D I'm really on a roll with this story. (A big apology to the fans of LoM, I did work on it! I swear!) Same warnings as before, oh and (I forgot this last time, heh heh... oops...) I obviously do not own Repo! The Genetic Opera nor do I own Kingdom Hearts. Otherwise, there would actually be shounen-ai, not just totally gay lines from supposedly straight characters. In conclusion, I hope you enjoy chapter two!

Hearts! The Genetic Opera

~A Mother's Curse~

A blond boy sat on his bed, sighing. He watched the world outside, the sky slowly fading to black as the planet spun. He couldn't see much from the second-story window, something he thought his father planned to keep him 'safe from the world.' What his father, a kind and timid man named Sora, didn't realize was that that Roxas actually had a habit of sneaking out of his locked room some nights, out of their prisonlike house out to the gigantic, exciting world outside.

Tonight was one such night. Of course, Roxas wasn't stupid. He knew he couldn't sneak out until his overprotective, yet naїve father went to sleep. This was fairly early, considering the fact that Sora was almost forty. Roxas could have easily snuck out of his house at nine-thirty, but he normally waited an extra fifteen minutes to be safe.

Roxas was amazed that he would get the chance to sneak out even earlier this night. Once Sora came home at 6:50, they ate dinner, Roxas took his medicine, and Sora went to sleep at seven, claiming that he hadn't slept well the night before. Naturally, the blonde didn't trust his father, mainly because of his age and not his dad's personality. He waited thirty minutes just to be sure that the brunette was truly sleeping, and then he snuck out his room, tiptoeing down the stairs, and slowly closing the front door. Tonight he planned to visit his mother's grave. Sora always told his son that he had the exact eyes Naminé, his mom, had and that he almost had the same hair color as her.

Naminé had died while giving birth to Roxas, an event that had shaped the futures of the ones she had left behind. Sora blamed himself for his wife's early departure. She had had a blood condition, and Sora was determined to find someone that could cure her, his efforts pushed on by the owner of GeneCo, an old friend of the family named Xemnas.

Xemnas had told Sora that he found a doctor that could help, an incredible scientist that worked for him as the head of the science branch. However, something had gone terribly wrong. Instead of being cured, Naminé had gone into labor, and died. All the doctors could do was save Roxas.

Roxas had inherited his mom's blood disease. Sometimes, he would curse her, sarcastically thanking her for the disease. He also hated his dad, for keeping him locked up, and always babying Roxas. He felt almost like Rapunzel, trapped in the tower, waiting for his knight to come and destroy the evil witch. Nevertheless, he also knew that that day would never come; he'd be the one to free himself, since no one can save a person they don't even know exists. Roxas didn't view the world as cruel; he thought Fate was the sadistic bastard that had decided on making his life a pitiful hell.

He looked quickly to each side when he came to the end of the street. He didn't understand why they lived only a few blocks away from the graveyard, or why their neighbors did as well. There was nothing appealing about living near a bunch of corpses.

He took his time walking to the final resting spot for those from this world. It was at least seven-thirty when he arrived. The place never really changed, the only difference that some had seen was the irregular presence of the GENcops, who appeared sporadically, making sure that no one broke into the graves. Those caught in the graveyard, were usually never seen again. Roxas was lucky; no GENcops were making their rounds at the moment.

His shoes crunched on the gravel beneath him, which slowly gave way to smooth cobblestones. He ignored the sign on the iron fence next to him, a bright red, proclaiming that the graveyard was government property, and anyone caught on it was liable to be shot by the GENcops.

The place was drab; it was as if someone had painted the entire place with one shade of grey. Not that it mattered to the dead, they would never open their eyes to this world, never breathe in its disgusting, city-polluted air, never walk down the streets with family or friends. The majority of them had already made their peace, accepted the dark and sweet embrace of death, kissing their final and eternal lover as a greeting. Some had resisted against Death's powerful grip; however, none were strong enough to run back to Life's sweet, bright house. In the end, Death won every battle, dragging their souls painfully into whatever awaited them next. Now they were nothing more than a rotting corpse and name on a gravestone in this world. Although credited to the heart, the power of life belongs to the soul, a lesson learned by all once they meet Death.

Roxas walked slowly passed all the tombstones, none held the name of his mother. Soon, the blonde was left with a mausoleum and the two graves to the right of it. He decided the mausoleum would be the best choice, as to keep moving in a straight line. He pushed on the door, which refused to budge. He tried again, this time ramming a thin shoulder into in. Some dust fell as the door acceded to the sixteen year-old's will. He rotated his arm; slight pain resonated at the top where he had applied the most pressure. He pushed the door open wider, curiosity leading him inside the house of the dead. The inside wasn't much different from the outside in color; it was only a lighter shade of gray. To the right of Roxas was a tomb about half his height. There was no name on it, yet he knew he had found Naminé. Across from the tomb hung a picture of a young woman, maybe twenty-four years of age, with light blond hair, and vibrant blue eyes. He stared at her portrait for a full three minutes, his mouth a thin line and his eyes seemingly lost their brightness.

This was the woman who had condemned him; it was this witch's fault that he was infected.

"You're lucky to be dead." The boy murmured, "You don't have to live like me; someone always constantly checking to make sure that you're locked in your room, always making sure that you don't go outside. Godammit!" He swore loudly as his eyes welled up. It didn't matter. The picture wouldn't come to life and beg for forgiveness, apologizing for everything she inevitably caused to happen to her little boy. He sat inside the crypt, trying to stop himself from crying.

Thunk! Thunk!

Heavy footsteps rang outside in the cemetery. Roxas froze, fearing that the sound belonged to the big boots of a GENcop. The steps came closer, louder, before stopping right outside the door.

"And what do we have here?" A deep, male voice questioned, with a slight British accent. A head popped in. Short blond hair, several earrings, a goatee, moustache and light blue eyes relieved Roxas of his fear. GENcops always had their faces covered, or so the stories told. They also had uniforms that said GeneCo over the heart and, as far as Roxas could tell, this man wasn't in any sort of work wear.

"You aren't going to report me, are ya?" The man asked, stepping into the mausoleum. Obviously, he wasn't a law enforcer; he was, in fact, the complete opposite.

The man's name was Luxord, but around town, people knew him only as 'The Gambling Graverobber', shortened to 'The Gambler' or 'The Graverobber' depending on whom you talked to. He was often in debt from his addictions to alcohol and gambling (and sometimes a combination of the two), and not wanting an average 9 to 5 job like most people had, he decided to steal from the bodies of the dead.

Now, in this world, a powerful drug called Zydrate existed. It completely numbed the body for a few hours, perfect for surgery. However, it was also highly addictive, and most of those who went to GeneCo ended up hooked on the neon blue drug. Nevertheless, the only way someone could acquire the drug from the corporation was if they were going to go under the knife.

Since not everyone could afford surgery multiple times a month, many tried to find other ways to get their favorite painkiller.

And then, it was accidentally leaked to the public that Zydrate could be found in dead bodies. Rumors spread, and soon there was a flood of grave robbers stealing Zydrate from GeneCo's cemeteries. Thus, the GENcops were created, arresting and killing anyone caught taking Zydrate from a corpse. Many were killed, and almost all of those who were fortunate enough to escape with their lives stopped stealing.

Luxord was one of the lucky ones. However, that hadn't stopped him. To him, all of it was a game of cat-and-mouse; it would only end when the GENcops arrested and killed him. That would probably take a long time, seeing that although Luxord was a drunkard, he wasn't sloppy. He had been stealing for twelve years, and he never came close to being arrested.

"Who, who are you?" Roxas asked, still afraid. He, of course, had no idea who the man was; Luxord could have been a drug-addicted necrophiliac or a mugger for all the poor boy knew. He stood up, backing away from the door and the man behind it.

"Oy, oy. I ain't gonna hurt you. I'm a nobody but I am someone." The British man's reply came. Seeing that the boy still didn't trust him, he sighed. "Look, I'm not in to guys. I was just making sure that you weren't a GENcop, okay?" A slight pause. "You really want to know who I am?" A quick nod from Roxas. "Follow me, and you'll see what I do." He turned and left the building.

Still unsure about the man, Roxas decided to follow him. After all, what did Roxas really have to lose? His life? Well, he didn't think he was actually living, more like waiting for death. He followed the man to a brick wall, which the elder proceeded to break down.

"You see boy, the world is weak due to industrialization." Luxord panted as he beat the wall. "Nature started to fail as technology swept across the world." A few of the bricks fell inside the wall. "And then GeneCo was founded-" Some more bricks fell. "-and this city was built on top of the dead!" The wall broke enough for Roxas to see inside.

Dozens of corpses were piled up, many of them naked. Embarrassed and disgusted, Roxas turned around, only to notice that some GENcops had arrived. Oh no, he panicked, they're going to misread this situation! He turned back to Luxord, who was now bending over a female, with a syringe in his hand. Fixed in confusion, Roxas watched as the man stuck the needle up the body's nose, and extracted a neon blue fluid.

Roxas stuttered," Y-you're a-"

Luxord grinned grimly, his face hidden. Unexpectedly he yelled out, "That's right! I'm the Gambling Graverobber!" He proceeded to cackle, drawing the attention of all the GENcops in the area.

Shit! Shit! Roxas quelled his urge to scream. "Have to get away." He muttered through gritted teeth as he ran towards the fence that surrounded the graveyard. Luxord ran past him, effortlessly jumping over the fence. The GENcops were only a few graves away from Roxas.

"No, no no no." Roxas panicked. Beep beep! Beep beep! The GENcops surrounded the boy as he fell to the ground. His vision blurred and tilted, the ground just seemed to slip out from underneath his feet. All he could make out was the iron fence in front of him. So close, he thought as doom invaded him. And then he drifted into unconsciousness.

The end! Poor infected Roxypu... I pity the fool... As I stated in the first chapter, crack pairings! I'd like to say that I do not support Sominé, or Xeminé. It just worked out that way.
If there's any typos, or grammatical errors, please tell me so I can go insane. Thank you in advance, and for reading. Also, please leave comments with constructive criticism~
I love all of you, and hope that your lives are merry!