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Note: I apparently can't fucking count so I'll just stop numbering the chapters and just give them titles...ha, sorry.

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GeneCo: Sustaining The Genetic Opera

Chapter: Father and Son

Owen looked around the room he'd picked, stuck in racing thoughts. He forced his mind upon ideas for his room. A GenTern stood beside him with a notepad to take down all his commands.

"I want these floors sanded again and painted black. I want the walls primed again and painted a dark cobalt blue, the grayish blue, but not too dark. I want the oak bedframe and headboard painted black. The trim around this room, doorframes and such, are to be a dark green. I want a big, oak desk, do not paint it. I want the same unpainted dark oak for a bedside table and an extra table. The same goes for my dresser. I also want a bar built, that can be painted black. I want all my bedding to be black as well." he finished, sounding much like the Largo he was.

"What size and kind of bed, Sir?" she asked.

"King size. A water bed." he answered, smiling at his own request.

"What about your bathroom?"

"Paint that the dark green used for trim. Other than that, the bathroom is perfect."

"Anything else, Sir?"

"Yes. I need to meet with a tailor." he said.

"You can do that whenever you like. I was instructed to take you to your father's personal tailor whenever you asked, unless you'd like to find your own."

"I'll go to his for some dress clothes, then there's someone else I wanna see. You'll just take me around?" he asked. He'd seen this treatment his whole life but had never received it until now. It was strange to be on this side of servants. Strange but nice.

"Of course, Sir. I'm your personal GenTern, my name is Raven. It's my job to cater to your every need and make certain you're pleased." she said smiling.

"Do my aunt and uncle still have personal GenTerns? I know Lisa is my father's."

"Yes and no. Your uncle still has the same one he always had, her name is Jen. One of the men that is also one of your aunt's bodyguards is her personal GenTern. His name is Sean."

"Just curious. Shall we go then, Raven?" he asked, smiling at her.

"Of course, Sir."

"Wait, stop that Sir shit. If you're my personal GenTern that also, in a way, makes you my friend. Call me Owen."

"That's against the rules..." she said slowly, looking worried that he was going to get her fired.

"You just said your job is to cater to my every need and make sure I'm pleased. It would please me to be called by my name. You're the only GenTern that will get to do that. So do it. Understand?" he asked, gently.

"Yes, S- Owen." she said, then slightly blushed with embarrassment.

"We'll work on it. Let's go." he said.

Xxxxxx

Pavi sat at a table in a big, nearly empty room. It had been an hour and because all the judging he really did was on their figures, he'd only gotten through six women. As the last girl was dismissed with a wink, Pavi heard someone drop into the chair next to him. He turned and his smile fell when he saw that it was Amber.

"What is this?" she asked. He sighed, not noticing the slight less-snotty tone in her voice.

"Go away, Amber. You are-a annoying." said Pavi.

It was quiet for a moment as Pavi watched the next girl walk in and Amber had a sad look form on her face.

"You hate me too, don't you?" she asked him, softly. Pavi froze and felt part of his heart hurt, physically hurt. For the first time in years, she sounded like his baby sister Carmella rather than Amber Sweet. She asked it the way she always used to ask him something that she was unsure of.

He waved his hand for the auditioning singer and all else to leave the room. Once Pavi and Amber were left alone, he faced her(so to speak).

"What-a makes you say-a that?" he asked. He always wanted her to admit what was wrong, never putting words in her mouth.

"You're both so cruel to me anymore." she said, quietly. Although her face and body had been so drastically changed, Pavi saw Carmella again. It seemed the little girl was fighting desparately to get out of the plastic stranger.

"You have not-a been yourself for too-a long, Sister. I don't hate-a you. I hate the monster that-a took over-a you, I hate-a Amber Sweet." he confessed.

"I am Amber Sweet!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in defeat.

"No-a Sister. You are-a Carmella Largo, Amber is-a the monster you-a hide behind. In-a here you may be-a Amber." he said, lightly touching her temple. Then he lightly touched his finger above her heart.

"But in-a here, you're-a still The Pavi's Carmie."

She met his green eyes with her own blue ones, brighter than their brother's, but didn't look relieved.

"I don't think Luigi would agree with you. He does hate me." she said, voicing what was secretly one of her worst fears. As much as her brothers pissed her off, she never wanted them to hate her or vice versa.

"The Pavi cannot-a speak for-a Brother. He and I are too-a different. You to-a speak to-a him yourself." was the soft reply.

"Yeah, right. My past with him is too fucked up for us to ever be the way we were."

"No, that's-a true. It's-a the same for-a me too. Nothing will-a ever be the way it-a was when we were all-a growing up. It could-a be better though. Things could-a always be-a better, Carmie." he said. He watched her wipe away a tear from being called that again.

"Stop calling me that or I'll cry, which will piss me off. And things can't be better for us Pavi."

"Why-a not?"

"For Christ's sake, we've fucked! Siblings can't go back or be better after something like that. I took advantage of him too many times and he took advantage of me to many times. I know you like to joke about what we've done together but that's our undoing." she admitted, speaking more truth in these past few minutes than she probably had her whole life. She hadn't opened up like this since before Amber Sweet was on her mind, or transforming her body.

"I'll be-a honest, that was part of-a your undoing. But you can always-a mend what is-a broken, Sister. I'll bet he-a wants to. You just-a have to talk to-a him." he said.

"I can't."

"Why-a not? Cause it's-a hard?"

"Don't fucking turn this on me like that!" she snarled.

"Sister, I'm trying to-a help you. You and he are-a both stubborn and-a short tempered. I know how-a hard it is to-a talk. That's what you-a have to-a do though."

"Whatever." she said, suddenly getting up.

"Where are you-a going?" he called. She kept walking.

"Wherever the fuck I want." she said, leaving the room.

Pavi sighed and shook his head, she'd fallen back into Amber mode as soon as he said something she didn't wanna hear. She was probably going to go see Graverobber and get her next hit of Zydrate.

"You're both-a stupid, too." he muttered.

His GenTern walked in, seeing Amber had left. He looked up at her and gave her his best smile, being a typical Largo and successfully hiding his troubles.

"We shall-a resume now." he said.

Xxxxxx

Amber wandered into the alley outside GeneCo, stumbling right into the man she thought she'd have to look for.

"." said Graverobber, greeting her with a toothy grin. He reached into his pocket for Zydrate.

"Don't, I didn't ask for a hit." she said, fighting the insanely severe urge to stick the needle in herself to reach that glorious high. He looked shocked and actually stepped back.

"Then what do you want?" he asked, completely confused.

"Do you remember, all those years ago, how we used to be together?" she asked.

"Amber, let's not go there." he said, his face stoney.

"Do you think people can change for the good? That a bad situation can become a good one." she asked, searching his face as her veins began to itch. He seemed to actually think for a minute, then sighed.

"No. Now do you want a hit or not?" he asked, more sharply than usual. He seemed irritated now.

"Yeah, light me up." she said, seeming defeated rather than excited for once. She tossed money at him and leaned against the wall.

Xxxxxx

Luigi sat in his office alone, it was completely silent, and he was spacing out. His thoughts were rambling, with memories flashing before him ever so often.

For the first time since that fateful night at the opera, he thought of Mag. Truly of her and not of the things they'd done together. As she crossed his mind, he felt something he didn't think he was capable of feeling. He felt guilt.

He knew she'd loved/hated him and he finally felt guilty for taking advantage of her feelings for him. He couldn't imagine what it was like for her to raise their son in secret and deal with its monster of a father nearly every day.

And he knew he was a monster, he also knew everyone else was aware of that too. He used it to his advantage, he took pride in it. He wondered if he should finally make some changes to himself.

The temper he knew would stay, he liked it anyway. He'd also had it so long that he'd never be able to get rid of it. The selfishness and cruelty, however, perhaps he should tone that down.

No, he thought. That was part of who he was and Luigi fucking Largo didn't change for anyone. He thought about Owen, his son didn't deserve that sort of treatment. Not from the father he'd been forced to watch from afar.

He sighed, leaned back in his chair, and listened to his mechanical heart ticking. He'd have to force part of that heart to open for Owen, which shouldn't be hard. He was the only parent the boy had and didn't at all resent the kid.

As he sat there, he realised he'd made a similar promise to Shilo. He'd have to have some affection for those two. He loved his siblings as well, but this was different.

Speaking of them, he marvelled at how different he felt towards Pavi. His brother that had always simply rivalled and challenged him had made sure to honestly split the company with him. Luigi actually admired the steps his brother had taken, he was proud of the shithead for once. He felt close to the other man in a way he hadn't since they were young.

Then there was Amber. He sighed and squeezed the bridge of his nose. She'd surely hate him now. There was no way he could be Big Brother anymore. Pavi, maybe, but not him. He'd been more spiteful and mean to her in the things he said and did to take the company than usual. Plus, he wasn't there when she had needed him most, after their father died.

Before he could fall into his thoughts farther, Owen stepped into the room. The young man walked over and sat down, smiling. His smile was nothing like Luigi's, he had his mother's charming smile. Although if the boy smirked it would be a spitting image of his father.

Generally, if someone sat in front of Luigi with a smile they'd have their throats ripped out. However, Luigi thought of the mental decisions he'd just made and smiled back.

"Getting settled?" he asked.

"Yep. My room is being taken care of right now." replied Owen.

"Good."

"So, what kinda stuff do you like?" asked Owen, sounding a bit like a little kid.

"Um..what do I like? Shit, kid, can't be a little more specific?" replied Luigi, saying it a little nicer than he normally would have.

"Okay, what music do you like?"

"Blues, rock, classic rock, oldies, and big band. When I say classic rock, I mean from the 1960s to the 1980s. When I say oldies, I mean 1950 to 1965. When I say big band, I mean 1940s and earlier. Just to clarify. The only opera music I ever actually liked was your mom's." said Luigi.

"Same here. I like all those that you named too. I like a little bit of everything."

"Really? Name the singer of the song The Great Pretender."

"Trick question, that was a group. They were called The Platters. 1955." said Owen, smirking. Luigi laughed.

"Impressive."

"Thank you. What do you like to do with your free time?"

"I feel like I'm being interviewed. Well, honestly? Drink, listen to music, stab someone, sex, torment Pavi, and read. You?" asked Luigi.

"Well, uh...write, music, watch horror movies, drink, and getting laid is never a bad thing." agreed Owen, Luigi laughed again.

"No, it's not. I'm really glad you've had sex already cause I would not be good at The Talk."

"Haha, I could have always gone to Pavi."

"No, no, no. That would've been an even worse person to speak to. There's something wrong with him."

"If you say so." laughed Owen.

"Trust me on that, if only that. What exactly do you write?"

"I write horror stories. I also write poems and songs. Is that the kind of stuff you read?"

"Well, mostly that's the stuff I like. My favourite short story is The Tell-Tale Heart and my favourite novel is Dracula. I imagine that's the stuff you write if you write horror."

"Some of my stories are in that classic style. A lot of them are much more hardcore though. What you spoke of is like The Wolfman or House On Haunted Hill, a lot of my other stuff is as rough as The Devil's Rejects or the original The Last House On The Left."

"Hardcore isn't a bad thing with horror, ever. And I like all four films you just named, love them actually." replied Luigi. By natural compulsion he looked at his watch, then raised his eyebrows.

"What?" asked Owen, having watched his father's every move.

"We've been talking longer than I thought, that fucking press conference is in 20 minutes. We need to meet up with Pavi and get our stories straight." replied Luigi, getting up. Owen followed suit.

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