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Chapter Two: Scheming Sons

"Pavi, where the Hell is Luigi?" snapped Amber as Pavi sat across from her, he stared into his mirror as he answered her.

"Brother said-a that you are not-a who he wants to see."

"I don't care! You go tell him he is to answer to me!"

"No-a sister. He already hurt The Pavi." he replied, gently caressing his crotch. Amber seemed unphased by her brother's somewhat rude self-comforting.

"Dammit Pavi! You're the only person he won't kill."

"If brother is-a angry enough he will."

"Go get him, now!" shouted Amber, sounding much like the spoiled brat she is.

"Sister, a-how?" he asked, then was picked up by Amber's body guards. They tossed him into the elevator and shut the doors. Pavi brushed off his suit while muttering a few choice swears in Italian. When he stepped out of the elevator he had a scowl on his real face that would make him look much like his brother if it could be seen. Pavi was hard to bother and didn't care about much other than annoying his siblings, looking good, and getting laid. However, he'd been a little changed since the death of his Papa. He'd been sad but knew his father had to die some day. Mostly, he'd been becoming angry.

Several things were out of balance and many of the GenTerns were more terrified than ever because they weren't sure how to act. Luigi's temper was worse than ever but he was also a wave of emotions that no one knew how to handle. He'd be furious and in the middle of stabbing someone to death then just start hysterically crying and repeating "Dad..." over and over again. He had also been a little depressed off and on, drinking more than ever. Amber had been barely keeping the company above water with all her stupid changes and was disappearing frequently, disappearing to score Zydrate. Her addiction had gotten even worse since her father wasn't there to watch over her anymore. The whole world was waiting to wake up and hear the news that she'd overdosed or gotten pregnant. Pavi was the change that seemed to scare people most. The usually happy, womanizing, party animal was going through his own negative changes. The temper that Luigi usually showed was beginning to seep through Pavi's self control a little bit. He would begin to remove a face from a victim then become furious as he thought of how his father referred to his hobby as disgusting and completely ruin the face. Any little thing going wrong would cause him to storm out of the room and slam his door, closing himself away for hours on end. His main GenTern that had worked for specifically him for a few years had held him while he cried himself to sleep a few nights, thinking about everything that was going wrong and that he had no one left. Pavi was always a little sensitive in private but, he was breaking down at an alarming rate nowadays. In short, all three Largos were completely falling apart. Amber and Pavi, being the younger two, had one thing in common. If they didn't have their father to go to for comfort or a feeling of safety, they always had their big brother. However, Luigi was such a mess anymore, they'd feel worse after trying to spend any time with him. Things were just completely out of wack.

Pavi's anger was also much directed at why he was angry right now, Amber. He hated her telling him what to do. It just wasn't right. Sometimes he wished he was as good a fighter as Luigi, then those bodyguards wouldn't dare cross him. He never answered to Amber, they'd always force him to somehow. He answered to his Papa out of respect and even to Luigi out of some respect and also fear of injury. But never to Amber.

He stepped into Luigi's room, noticing that his brother was laying on his stomach in bed. He wasn't snoring which meant he was awake.

"Go away!" came Luigi's voice, muffled from a pillow. Pavi sighed, walked to the big oak bedpost, and leaned against it.

"I-a know how you feel, Brother." stated Pavi. He saw his brother's muscles tense in annoyance and stood straight up so he could run if Luigi charged at him, preparing for flight out of habit. Luigi rolled over and glared at Pavi.

"What makes you think I care?" snarled Luigi, really not wanting to be bothered.

"We-a have to stop Amber." stated Pavi, continuing on even though he saw some warning signs of Luigi snapping.

"What? Why? What's she done now?" asked Luigi, thinking Pavi was about to say something stupid just to piss him off.

"We-a can't let her-a keep Papa's company!" replied Pavi, angrily. Luigi blinked in surprise, he hadn't seen his brother show anger to him in years. Pavi was always too scared to fully piss him off to show real anger to him. Plus, Pavi just usually wasn't the angry type.

"Pop should've left it to me." stated Luigi, his memory glancing over that night.

"Then let's-a get it-a back, Brother!" said Pavi, his eyes glinting.

"What? Like, together? Fuck no, I don't share."

"You don't-a have to, I'll just-a be there."

"What the fuck does that mean?" asked Luigi, sounding more interested than pissed off now as he sat up.

"The Pavi gets-a the love-a of the people and brother is-a the brains behind-a the desk." said Pavi, a grin starting to spread across his real and stolen face.

"You mean you be the face of GeneCo for publicity and support but I control all the rest?" asked Luigi, wheels spinning in his head. Pavi nodded and cautiously stepped back in case Luigi was going to try and hit him for thinking the idea was stupid. Pavi about fell over when the complete opposite happened. Luigi's face split into a huge grin, a real smile that made his blue eyes shine. He hadn't seen his brother like that in a long time. Luigi stood and Pavi was too startled by the sudden happiness to get out of his way. Luigi nodded to him.

"Being-a caught wouldn't-a be much fun." agreed Pavi, nodding.

"Also, don't treat Amber any differently. We're still pissed off and annoyed by her all the time. If she thinks for a second that you or I are happy, we're screwed. Got it, Pavi?"

"You can-a count on The Pavi!"

"Good. Now, does the slut still want me in her office for some sort of faggoty pep talk bullshit?" asked Luigi.

"Yes-a, The Pavi was forced-a to come get you."

"What do you mean forced?" asked Luigi, his eyes suddenly glinting with a hint of dangerous fury. Although he beat the shit out of his brother frequently in life, Pavi was still his brother. That meant that anyone who put their hands on him(in a non consented manner) was going to be severely fucked up.

"Amber's body guards-a threw The Pavi out of-a Papa's office." Pavi said, comforted by a sight he was familiar with. The fury of protectiveness that his brother possessed. He thought for a second that Luigi was going to strangle him but didn't move away when his brother's strong hand landed on his shoulder.

"Alright, I'll take care of them. Don't worry, that shit won't be happening anymore. We'll get GeneCo back. I always knew you had a bit of brain in that hollow skull somewhere. You're a good man Paviche, regardless of what Pop said to us. We're gonna take back what's ours." said Luigi, looking right into his little brother's green eyes. At his big brother's words, Pavi felt pride swell in his chest for the first time in a long time.

"I-a trust you, brother." stated Pavi.

"Good. I'm gonna shower. If the scalpel slut comes askin where I am tell her I'll be in there when I'm good and ready to be in there. Got it?"

Pavi nodded then went over to look out the window as Luigi marched into his bathroom.

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"What's your name?" asked Shilo, gazing at the young man Graverobber had brought with him. He looked somewhat familiar, but she just couldn't figure out how.

"Owen." he answered, his piercing blue eyes seeming to stare straight through her.

"Hey, sorry to go so early Kid but I gotta run. Duty calls." said Graverobber, climbing out the window.

"Alright, be careful. See you later I guess." she said, he waved in farewell. She sat down and Owen sat on the couch across from her.

"So what's your story? I'd imagine you know mine, the rest of the world does anyway." said Shilo, briefly remembering her dark and fateful night at the opera. She thought she saw pity and understanding in Owen's somewhat rugged face before he answered.

"I do, I'm very sorry for your loss. I don't think you'd believe my story though." he stated, he had such a musical voice just speaking.

"I think I'd believe more than the average person. Try me."

"First I need to know I have your absolute trust and confidentiality." he said, she almost chuckled then saw that he was gravely serious.

"Sure, but why?"

"Because I have a scheme of my own that could prove to be fatal." he said.

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