Note: Chapter Two is up! ;D I'll try to update this story daily. I'm so sorry... There's Rotti/Pavi implied.. Sort of. xD I really must be losing my sanity. All well. Disclaimers are on the first page. Steve Bob McSteve belongs to Aquaflame68. Enjoy!

It was mandatory. Work had to be tended to constantly. After all, Rottisimo Largo was the head of GeneCo, the world's most powerful company. A neutral expression was cast upon his face. Gray hair slicked back with a ribbon. He turned his attention to the flat monitor screen which was attached to the computer.

Rotti logged onto his e-mail. On this account, all could contact. Apparently, this new message was from a Repo Man by the name of Steve Bob McSteve.

"..." This e-mail was strangely bizzare, yet highly entertaining. The man demanded to be paid by chocolate and not money. Was this man insane?

"They should contact the Zydrate Support Network rather than GeneCo for that drug addiction.. Porn addiction, as well?" A surprised expression crossed his face. "Oh my.." He cleared his throat, preventing a harsh chuckle from escaping.

"Let me reply to this right away..." Sarcasm dripped from his voice. Rotti immediately clicked 'delete' for this pitiful message.

"I'm surrounded by idiots."

An abrupt knock came to the door.

"Papá?" A voice containing a thick Italian accent called out. "Can I-a come in-a?"

"Yes. son. Come in."

"In-a the door?"

''...What, Paviche?"

"Can I-a come on-a the door?"

"My God, no!" What on earth was he talking about? It was impossible to "flirt" with a door and it was just.. disgusting if Rotti thought of what Pavi actually meant. He curled his lip in great disdain.

Pavi opened the door, looking at his father. He gave a mild bow out of respect to the man.

"I-a meant; can I-a enter? Sorry, Papá."

Rotti let out a sigh of great relief. So that was what his youngest son meant. Sometimes his words were purely confusing mainly, because of the distasteful accent. It was over done.

The youthful man held down his mirror for once, blue eyes bright. He waltzed over to the desk, fingers skimming along the edge. He gently swayed his body back and forth, watching his father attempting to work.

The face that was not his own.. was atrocious. Surgery could have easily mended such a thing, but Pavi had defiantly refused. He lived with the fear that it could ruin him once more. Now, here he was, wearing a skinned woman's face... as well as acting like one in this coy manner.

Raising a brow, Rotti firmly spoke, "What is it you want, my son?"

Both Luigi and himself were in need of money to actually go to the zoo. In Pavi's dim-witted mind, this was the only way he could think of getting it. Instead of asking... well, normally. He timidly raised a leg, sitting on his father's desk. A grin spread across his painted lips.

"Well-a...." Pavi mindlessly swirled a finger in circles on the polished wood.

How childish.Whatever he desired would most likely be large or costly in some way. "Son," Rotti began. "You're acting like a nine year old. Act your age. Now, please, tell me what you want." So I can get back to work. He silently added.

"What-a if I-a say I-a want you?"

Now, this made Rotti a bit nervous. What was Paviche planning? His son wasn't that bright too come up with such things. Once more, he cleared his throat.

"For what?"

"..."

Dear God. "..."

"..."

"Well?"

"For-a money." The black haired male beamed proudly.

"Oh..." Another sigh of relief came from the head of GeneCo.

"Why-a? Did you-a want me-a to ask-a for something else, Papá? The Pavi would-a gladly give it-a to you." The Cheshire grin returned.

"No, no, no." Rotti shook his head. He was able to breath easier now. Incest was still a taboo to the publicity. The tabloids would be all over that subject in a heartbeat. Luckily, his thoughts were wrong.. or he hoped that much. My mind has gone perverse.

"How much do you need?"

Pavi blinked, trying to calculate how much was needed.

"Uh... One-a grand?"

Rotti practically guffawed right there and then, his eyes widened. "What on earth do you need one thousand dollars for?"

If he told Rottisimo that both Luigi and himself were going to the zoo; he could only picture what his father would think and nonetheless, say.

"Surgery!"

"...What kind of surgery?" Rotti's suspicion rose once more. He was also very unamused by this point. If his son said penile enlargement, he wouldn't know how to respond. A firm ''No'' would immediately come out of his mouth, most likely. His children really were a disgrace. That would only add to the sad truth of it all.

"I-a need spleen removal! Oh~!" Pavi faked a gasp, which was all too girly. By doing so, he slid closer to his father. A hand went to clutch his abdomen in false pain. Of course, Luigi would most likely inflict some sort of pain later on.

Rotti, however, looked unimpressed once again. He shook his head, writing down a check for the given amount. His kids certainly had their ways when it came to manipulation. He was wrapped around their fingers, so to speak.

Once more, Pavi flashed an eerie smile. His lips curved up all the more. It sent an involuntary shudder down the older man's spine. In a flash, his son grabbed the check, planting a kiss on his father's head."

"Gratzi, Papá!"

GeneCo's king gave no verbal response, but a grave nod. His face was somewhat pale as his thoughts continued to meander.

After Pavi left, Rotti brought a handkerchief to his temple with yet another ragged sigh.

"Monsters..."

Meanwhile, the middle child cashed the check. He had done it! He was going to the zoo today! It brought him great joy. Both Luigi and Pavi were in the limo on the way there.

"Stop looking at me. It's fucking creepy." The eldest Largo grumbled, crossing his arms.

Pavi looked away to his reflection. He lovingly stoked the mask which was not his own. Beauty had the tendency to lure him in so easily. When he was sure Luigi was looking (glaring) out the window, he turned to face his brother. He gently poked his arm. Luigi turned. Pavi swiftly turned away. The action repeated for several minutes.

"I fucking saw that!"

"Saw-a what?"

"You keep fucking poking me, you little shit nosed fag."

"I-a did not." He spoke calmly.

"Did fucking too."

"Did-a not!"

"Did FUCKING too!"

When Pavi wasn't looking, Luigi pulled out his knife. He deliberately stabbed the "freak" in the arm.

"How do you fucking like that? Huh? Huh?"

"Brother! That-a hurts!" Pavi cried out, carefully cradling the wound.

The limousine driver could only imagine what the two were doing.

At last, they arrived at their destination.