After they'd cleaned the kitchen and Shilo had put away the food, she suggested a tour. Graverobber stifled a chuckle as she lead him from room to room, little did she know he'd been here before. When he'd come and decided to take Marni's corpse back to GeneCo, he'd taken the time to wander around a bit, though he'd only gotten to the lower level when he heard Repo start raging down below. Frankly it was the upstairs he was more curious about, but he reasoned that bringing up the fact that he'd broken into her house and stolen her mother's preserved corpse out of it's place of honor in the wall and then later tried to convince her to harvest the Zydrate from her might put a few snags in his plan.

As they moved towards the stairs, Graverobber felt something twist around his ankles. He managed to stop himself from falling by grabbing the banister and gracefully pulling himself around and sitting on a step, although he landed a bit harder then he'd originally intended. Shilo smothered a giggle as Graverobber regarded his obstacle.
A fluffy black cat sat at the foot of the stairs, staring up at him with bright yellow eyes that seemed to say, I know what you're doing, human, tread carefully. Graverobber glared at the animal as he got to his feet and pretended to straighten the lapels of his jacket.

"Damn cat." He muttered under his breath. Shilo tapped his arm in fake anger,
"Be nice to 'Tilla." She said as she bent and lifted the cat into her arms, Shilo settled her, feet down, up under her chin as she pet the cat and cooed.
"Tilla?" he asked,
"Atilla."
"As in the Hun?" Shilo nodded,
"I thought it was cute, and fitting. She's my little demon, aren't you?" She cooed at the kitten, it scrambled to get out of Shilo's arms. She glanced up at Graverobber's face, then balked at his expression, "What?"
"Issues, kid, that's all 'm gonna say." Shilo stuck her tongue out at him as she walked past him up the stairs. Graverobber half turned and watched the expanse of pale leg stretched because of the heels on her tiny boots and the very slight sway of her ass.

Too hot for your own good, kid.

And she doesn't even know it.

Wait, are you agreeing with me?

Yes.

Why?

Because not only am I you so I enjoy the view as much as you do, but for the last three hours all I've been able to watch is the Shilo Karma-Sutra slideshow going on in the back of your mind. The truth made Graverobber laugh out loud, which caused Shilo to turn and look down at him from the next landing.

"What's so funny?" there were so many things that he could say, many that would most likely get him kicked right outside on his ass, SOL style. Finally he settled on,

"Nuthin', kid, nuttin at all."
"Then are you coming, or are you going to sleep on the stairs?" Graverobber smartly stretched his legs out across the stairs and pretended to get comfortable. "Okay, stay right there then. I'm headed to bed. Goodnight." She twiddled her fingers at him as she walked out of sight. He folded his hands behind his head, crossed his ankles and waited. Less then three minutes Shilo came back into sight, stocking footed, "Come on, you're not going to sleep on the stairs." Graverobber smirked to himself as he got up, stretched and followed her into her room.

His first thought when he entered was that it looked like a dying person's room in a high-end retirement home. The dark four-poster bed had plastic sheets that surrounded it, Shilo had yet to move any of the medical equipment that her father had used to take care of her away from the bed. It was all just unplugged and sitting next to the head of her bed as if waiting for her to get sick again. There was even half a bottle of Shilo's "medication" sitting on top of the heart monitor. Everything in her room was dark except for bits of bright white like the blankets on her bed and the curtains on her window.

There was an empty frame hanging above the mantle and a smaller picture of who Graverobber assumed was the infamous Nathan and most likely Marni, the cause of all the trouble.

"I like that one better, it makes her seem less like a saint and more like my mom." Shilo said following his gaze. He nodded and continued his own visual tour.

"Do you have something against colors, kid?"

"No, why?"

"It's very monochrome in here." Out of the corner of his eye, Graverobber noticed that she was still standing by the door, hands behind her back as she alternated between looking at his back or staring at the floor. If it was possible she looked even smaller and younger as she stood there awkwardly in her stocking feet. "What?" Then she muttered something that sounded vaguely like, "It's stupid" and stared at the ground as it seemed all the available blood in her body was pressed into her cheeks. He just looked at her, not going to ask what again, but knowing that she knew exactly what he wanted. Shilo muttered something that he couldn't hear, but when he crossed his arms, leaned his weight back on one leg and just stared at her, she sighed deeply, whimpered to herself.

"You're…you'rethefirstguyI'vehadinmyroomandIguessI'mmalittlenervous!" she blurted out quickly, than covered her face with her hands. Graverobber smirked and stalked towards her while her face was still hidden. His heavily booted feet strangely didn't make a sound on the hard wood floors. Sneaking up behind Shilo he put his mouth very close to her ear,

"Should I do something to make you nervous?" he whispered huskily, she started in surprise, but she jumped backwards into Graverobber's waiting arms. He grabbed hold of her as tightly as he dared with one arm, while he teasingly played with the neckline of her shirt with the other.

"G-grave…" Shilo whispered,

"Shh, kid." He muttered as he ran his hand along the skin of her neck then slid it down towards the collar of her shirt. Shilo gave a little whimper when he passed under the white fabric and cupped one of her breasts. Graverobber was thrilled to find that little Shilo wasn't wearing a bra and attempted to take full advantage of that fact. When his fingers found one of her nipples, she made a small noise so strangled that he couldn't tell if it was a moan or a sound of nervousness. It took all of Graverobber's control not to moan in Shilo's ear, his whole body was on fire. Shilo arched her back into his chest and gave another whimper before she tore away from his grip and scampered over to her bed, fixing her shirt as she went.

"I think it's time for bed… " She whispered breathily. She gave him wide berth as she slipped past him, out the door, and down the hall before he could say or do anything. "Dad's room is open and clean." She said softly without looking at him, her cheeks that deep pink color.

"Kid…"

"Goodnight Graverobber." She said softly, then scurried back into her room and closed her door. With a frustrated growl Graverobber entered the room, slammed the door, then stopped dead. Here he was in the room of the most feared Repo man in history, with a raging hard-on for his precious little girl.

Shit. What did I get myself into this time?

Don't know, pal, but I do know you've gotta serious problem. Graverobber sat down heavily on the bed and vainly attempted to press down his "serious problem".

Yeah.

Just try ta go to sleep in the raging sociopath's bed, the same one that your current obsession was probably conceived in, and have kinky lust-filled dreams about her.

"I really fuckin hate you." Graverobber snapped at himself; even though he knew it was pointless, he pulled off his holsters, boots, coat and shirt. He stretched out on the large bed and folded his hands behind his head.

*****

Graverobber wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep or quite what he was dreaming about, all he knew was when he woke up, he was rock hard and attempting to thrust his way through the mattress. Frustrated, he flipped himself onto his side and took a relatively clean rag out of one of the pockets of his jacket and took care of his continuous problem, unfortunately it barely took the edge off.

Why me?

Why her? His mind countered,

How the fuck should I know? I don't even know why I don't want the kid addicted to Z!

But you don't want her on it.

Weren't you listening? No I don't. Don't ask me why though; it might actually be a quicker means to an end.

Kid runs outta money, agrees to screw you for glow?

Might be easier then this torture.

Too easy.

What?

That'd be too easy; it's more fun this way.

"Why do I always end these introspective "conversations" wanting to kick my own ass?" he muttered to himself. All of a sudden there was a scratching sound at the closed door, "Can't a man argue with himself in peace in this house?" he growled.

There was a chittering meow from the hall and Graverobber heard Shilo whispering,

"Tilla! Leave him alone, let him sleep. Tilla, there's no reason for you…" the door swung open about half a foot and a small dark shape darted into the room and leapt up on the bed. The cat wandered up and sat down on Graverobber's chest and looked at him, she bent forward and sniffed at his face, tickling his bottom lip with her whiskers. Graverobber shut his eyes the second he heard the door squeal again as Shilo followed her kitten into the room. "Tilla… get back here…" He heard the slight whisper of her bare feet across the wood floor, the bed dipped on his side as she leaned over and plucked the slight weight of the cat off his chest. It took all of his will power not to reach up and pull her against him, but he'd scared her badly just a few hours ago, but if he wasn't careful she could just kick him out and try not to look back. The weight left the bed and the kitten chittered again. "I wonder if he'll be hungry when he wakes up? What should I make, my girl?" Shilo asked,

"Why don't you ask him?" Graverobber asked without opening his eyes,

"How long have you been awake?" he shrugged, she sighed, "Well, would you like breakfast? I could make French toast, or pancakes, or something." He opened his eyes and looked at her with a sigh,

"Kid, I'm a complicated man with simple tastes. Do you have bacon or something?" Shilo thought for a moment, then shrugged,

"I might, if not there's a corner store near by and I can get some." Graverobber half sighed and half yawned as he sat up and leaned against the headboard as he stretched. He glanced at Shilo and her eyes were all of a sudden round as saucers,

"A-Are you naked?" Shilo squeaked,

"Hm?" Graverobber glanced down, his pants were undone and the blanket had fallen to just the right spot so that it did in fact look like he was naked. He gave Shilo a devilish grin, "Wanna find out?" he asked suggestively, Shilo's pale face flushed brightly and this was the first time he realized she was still in her night gown, a short little white number only a few shades lighter then her skin with red trim and lace up around the throat. The hem rode high on her little thighs, drawing his gaze as if it were the same eye-catching colors as his Z-addict's clothes.

Graverobber stifled a moan, and before he could stop himself he'd cupped the back of Shilo's head and kissed her firmly on the mouth, a chaste kiss really, but one that set him on fire yet again. He felt Shilo lean into the kiss and sigh a little. He moved his other arm around and pulled her close to him, completely forgetting about the kitten still clutched in Shilo's now limp arms. When Graverobber's chest came too close to Shilo's and started crushing her, Tilla let out a little yowl and scrambled out from in between them, leaving behind several deep scratches on Graverobber's bare chest. He sucked in his breath with a hiss of pain and had to pull away from her to make sure he wasn't going to bleed on her pretty nightgown. Shilo actually whimpered when he left, but she seemed to come to her senses and scooted away.

"I'll go get dressed and see about the bacon, want anything with it?"

"Got 'ny eggs, kid?" he grimaced a little when he saw the deep red gashes across one pec, two of which were seeping blood already, one of which came dangerously close to piercing his nipple. "Damn cat. " he muttered as Shilo left.

******

Twenty minutes later, Graverobber was walking down the stairs, his pants were done up but his shirt hung open around his chest reveling his half-assed bandaging job. The sound and smell of bacon filled the house and there was the chattering of voices coming from the living room. Slightly confused he stuck his head into the living room and the TV greeted him, the two news anchors yakking away about some nonsense. Shilo was humming one of Mag's songs in the kitchen as she put the already cooked bacon into the oven to keep warm.

"TV loud enough, kid?" he teased her, she turned and smiled sheepishly at him,

"Sorry, it's habit. For months the only people I heard talk on a regular basis was Bob and what's-his-face."

"What's-his-face, huh kid? You two seem real close." He paused and looked at her in mock seriousness, "Should I be jealous?" Shilo giggled and began scooping out scrambled eggs out onto a plate for him, she added bacon and a pair of biscuits with butter to the edge of the plate and deposited it in front of the chair he'd sat in for dinner. He sat down as she fixed her own plate and settled down with a glass of milk in front of her. "Thought you said I was on my own after dinner last night?"

"Maybe I lied."

Maybe she likes taking care of you. The thought had the exact opposite effect all his other thoughts had, it was like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on him. He wasn't the type of man who needed taking care of; he took care of himself and kept himself the distant observer.

I'm not a home and hearth type of person.

Does she seem like your typical Suzie Homemaker to you? The image of Shilo in one of her short black skirts with a little red apron and a lace front white shirt flooded his mind. He chuckled to himself as he tucked into his breakfast.

"What's so funny?" Shilo asked, sitting down.

"Nutin' kid." The image switched to Shilo dressed in nothing but that little red apron and he almost moaned aloud again. Why do I torture myself?

I'm bored.

You suck. Suddenly something the news was saying behind him caught his attention.
"…death tolls of back-alley Zydrate addicts may be related to the recent passing of prominent actor, Victor Lewis. In other news-- "

"That's it?" Graverobber growled, stabbing at his eggs, annoyed.

"What's it?" Shilo asked, looking slightly frightened at his sudden change in attitude.

"My clientele are dropping like flies and the only coverage is a 'Beware of …something' piece in the Slice and added mention in relation to that pretty-boy faggot."

Shilo smiled as she thoughtfully chewed her own biscuit; she swallowed before speaking,

"It almost sounds like you care about them."

"I care about myself, kid, and there's something out there, where I work and live, that's killing people from the inside. There's always gonna be more addicts, but there's only ever gonna be one me."

"And it's driving you crazy that you don't know what it is, isn't it?" Shilo asked, she'd ducked her head to concentrate on her food, but she hadn't looked down quick enough to stop Graverobber from catching sight of the hurt look on her face.

What's she upset about, now?

She's one of those addicts that there'll always be more of, remember?

Oh shit…

Yup. Way. To go. Asshole.

Once again, fuck you. I'm trying over here, once in a great while; something is going to slip my mind.

Sometimes I think you should just slip your mind, just let it go!

Am I this much of a condescending asshole to everyone?

Most of the time.

"How bad is Zydrate withdrawal?" Shilo asked suddenly, voice quiet.

"Why?"

"Because you were right, if you actually told me that I couldn't change the world like Dad told me to while I'm addicted to Z."

"Yeah, I actually told you that." Nearly sang it to you.

"So, how bad is it gonna be?"

"It's gonna hurt, kid, a lot."

"Great. Just great…"