I don't own Repo The Genetic Opera or any of its characters.

Pink(Erin): it's great to know you love Owen considering that as the story goes on, he'll be involved more and more. That was adorable, I was looking at it like "Is this too cute?" but then I realized that you can tell that they're both a little awkward which made it okay. Yes, I'll completely admit, that made me love Pavi more as well. I don't wanna keep Amber one dimensional so I'll try working with her more as well. I thought about Shilo not being in the chapter and wondered if that would bug people but you're right, if she doesn't have to be in it then why push it? Don't shut up! I love long reviews! I hope you like the character I named after you, you're just getting a glimpse of her here(at the end). Well, I've babbled enough. I look forward to your next review! Thanks!

Other Readers: you peasants didn't have much time to review the last chapter, I'm aware. So I'll let it slide this time. But don't push it.

GeneCo: Sustaining The Genetic Opera

Chapter: Conferences

Reporters from every news outlet in existance were packed into GeneCo's conference room. Some nervous, some bold. A lot of the reporters took all of Rotti's kids as jokes, seeing them as nothing but the spoiled brats they'd always seen them as.

Others were smart enough to never undersestimate any of them, even if they criticised them privately. They had all respected Rotti, but none of them honestly respected his kids. Even now. They'd all spent too long snagging pictures of Pavi stealing faces, Luigi shirtless and covered in blood, or Amber passed out in an alley.

They truly believed the pictures that they'd painted for the siblings. That Pavi was merely a face stealing rapist, Amber a worthless drug addict, and Luigi a murderer. Yes, those things were true, as everyone knew. Unfortunately for the reporters, those weren't the only things the siblings were good at. And they were all about to find out the hard way in the coming days.

They were itching to tend to the new rumours of Luigi's son. Was he a murderous psychopath like his father or was he possibly of a kinder mold? Did he take after his aunt or uncle in any negative ways? The usual media smearing.

Luigi sat at the center of the panel with Pavi on his right and Owen on his left. Watching all the vultures buzzing excitedly, Luigi sighed. He hid a look of disgust with some serious effort.

"Here we go." he muttered, already annoyed. He leaned to his microphone.

"I have an announcement to make before any questions. My brother has already announced to you that he and I have control of the company now. What I have to add is that the cause of us being able to do that is my son. Owen. Now, let's keep all questions on topic." said Luigi, in a very professional tone. Sounding more like his father than ever, the reporters noticed.

"Mister Largo, how is news only now coming to light about your son and who is his mother?" asked the man closest to the Largos.

"His mother and I wanted to keep him hidden because we didn't think it would be good publicity for GeneCo. His mother was Blind Mag." said Luigi, ignoring the crowd's gasp and sudden whispers.

"Was he the child of a nonconsensual affair?" asked the same reporter. Pavi tensed up, feeling the rising heat of an explosion from his brother. He leaned forward before Luigi could.

"Of course-a not! I believe I-a speak for-a all of us when I-a say I'm offended by that-a question, Sir." said Pavi, quick to defend his brother and prevent a stabbing on live tv. The reporter stepped back, feeling every eye on him. Mainly feeling the cold glare of Luigi.

"S-sorry, I shouldn't have asked that." he stammered, shrinking away.

Another reporter snagged their chance and stepped forward.

"Owen, how do you feel with all of this coming to light?" asked the woman. Owen smiled his most charming grin for the cameras, like a proper Largo.

""Well, I feel a lot of different emotions right now. I'm sad my mother couldn't be here for this, I'm nervous at finally stepping up to the plate, but mostly I'm proud. I'm proud that people can finally know who I am." he said, giving out charisma and a feeling of comfort that rivalled Pavi.

"Will you be working in the music industry like your mother or following in your father's footsteps and eventually running GeneCo?" asked another reporter.

"Well, perhaps a bit of both. Tomorrow I'll be beginning my job as head of the Repo Men, that's a start. That takes some of the big job off my uncle and father's shoulders for now. I'd take over GeneCo if, God forbid, something happened to them. Meanwhile, I write and enjoy performing so I will dabble in music a bit." replied Owen.

A woman stepped forward and smiled at the three of them.

"Luigi, I'm Miranda Blake from The Evening Slice." she announced. He raised his eyebrows.

"Do you have a question or did you just want people to know you're here?" asked Luigi, annoyance in his voice now. She smiled and he felt the sudden urge to plunge a blade into her windpipe. Somehow, he repressed it.

"I have a question, Sir. Details of your father's regulations were released to us earlier and I wanted to touch on a few points." she said. He fought the urge to sigh and rub his temples.

"Okay." he snapped. She seemed unphased.

"First, what do you have to say to the people that find it suspicious that you waited so long to take the company?"

"I was giving my sister a chance. We were all mourning my father and I wasn't going to take GeneCo from her before she got the chance to even try. Eventually, Pavi and I noticed that she wasn't up to the task and decided it was best to take over."

"Are you and Pavi in rough waters with her now or did she agree to step down?" she asked.

"If I am fueding with any of my siblings or they are at odds with each other, that is a private matter within the family."

"Forgive me, back to the main topic then. Is it true that part of your father's regulations include marraige?"

"Yes, that's true." he said, the crowd buzzed excitedly.

"Is there a lucky lady already in tow?"

"Possibly."

"Can we have her name?"

"No." he said, he never liked to give them to much. Also, something told him Shilo would not be happy if he'd given out her name. Which is why the next question made him want to know exactly this bitch reporter's sources were.

"What do you have to say about rumours that it's Shilo Wallace?"

"That they're rumours. Trust them if you want but I won't pay them any attention." said Luigi, trying desperately to not let his annoyance show in his voice.

"What do you plan to do about the rising rebellion?" asked a different reporter.

"Well, I'll make this very clear. If they want to live, they'll stop. Right now. If they continue to move on my company and family or our Repo Men, then they'll meet my fist. I'll make an example out of every single man, woman, or child that takes part. It will not be pretty." said Luigi, the crowd shifted nervously. No one expected him to make such an ultimatum in public, it was actually silent. Luigi smiled at them all, feeding off their shock and fear.

"That'll be all for today, I have a lot to do." he announced, standing. He left the room, Pavi and Owen following him.

"Are you-a sure that was a good-a idea?" asked Pavi. even he knew that the ultimatun his brother had just issued would either fix the problem immediately or, more likely, skyrocket things out of control. As they reached an empty hall, Luigi stopped and turned to them.

"What do you think?" he asked Owen.

"I think that was the right decision." was the reply.

"Are you only saying that because I'm your father?"

"No. If you don't try to head them off now, it'll for certain get worse. Just as well, now the public has seen your warning and cannot blame you for using violence to end their violence." said Owen, Luigi smiled.

"Smart kid. See, Pavi? It was needed."

"Si, it was-a needed. But so-a soon?" asked Pavi, he didn't think there was anyone out there as crazy as his brother but there was always the scary chance.

"Yeah, why?" asked Luigi, getting defensive.

"Because I don't-a want you to-a be stupido." replied Pavi, smirking. Owen saw the tell tale signs of the two about to fight and stepped in just as his father's hand balled into a fist.

"Isn't it about supper time? I'm getting hungry." he stated. Luigi stopped glaring at Pavi and looked at his watch.

"Yeah, it is." he said.

"The Pavi has-a engagements elsewhere." said Pavi, smiling.

"If you guys don't mind I was wanting to go see a friend of mine anyway." said Owen.

"Sure, that's fine. I'll see you both tomorrow. Don't get in trouble, either of you." said Luigi, then he stopped and shook his head as he realised how much he'd just sounded like his father again. Owen gave him a small smile and walked away.

Pavi turned to walk away but Luigi grabbed the man's collar and pulled back. As Pavi was forced to backpeddle, Luigi kicked his legs out from under him and he fell on his ass with a thud. Luigi laughed and backed out of Pavi's reach.

"Don't call me stupid again, fuck face." he said, walking away. Pavi sighed, shook his head, and got off the floor.

"Fine, forgive me-a brother. You're not-a stupid, you're a child." he said. Luigi stopped walking and Pavi scurried away before he could turn around.

Luigi saw Pavi had hurried off and shouted after him.

"You don't get the last word, shit head!" he shouted down the hall, then he turned back to his path and walked away.

Xxxxxx

An hour after the press conference found Shilo on the roof of the GeneCo building. She'd decided to not watch it, as she knew they'd likely do a lot of lying to the media anyway.

As she looked down, she found a dark beauty to Sanitarium Island. She was level with the biggest billboards and if she turned left she'd be greeted by an array of advertisements. She ignored the flashy colours and stared down at the graveyard that everyone called home.

Upon picking her house out of the mass of buildings, she smiled. Now thinking of memories and her father, she looked up. Unlike from her room, she could see the whole sky here.

Marvelling at all the stars, she wondered if her father was up there. Thinking of him, she couldn't stop a tear from crawling its way out of her eye and down her cheek. She let it and began to cry.

She didn't hear feet approaching and her heart jumped out of her chest in shock when she heard a voice behind her.

"Are you okay?" asked Luigi, his voice uncharacteristically full of concern. She sniffed and tried to stop crying before facing him. He gently set a hand upon her shoulder.

"I'm fine." she lied, through sobs.

"No, you're not. Come here." he muttered, turning her around and pulling her to him. Surprisingly, she let him and wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest.

Shilo let all her hurt out, not able to remember the last time someone held her and let her cry.

Luigi realised, with slight shock, that the moment they were sharing didn't feel awkward. He also realised that the one unfortunate thing they had in common was probably what was pulling them together. The loss of their fathers, the only parent either of them had ever had. That's the only reason he knew how to comfort her, because he knew how she felt.

He had no idea how long they stood like that, but eventually her breathing steadied and she pulled away. Looking down at her, he saw gratitude and a bit of shame in her eyes.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to have a meltdown on you and ruin your shirt." she said, her voice a little rough from crying.

"It's okay, I understand. and don't worry about it, it's just a shirt." he said, his arms still locked around her. She raised her eyebrows at his comment and he sighed.

"For you, it's just a shirt." he clarified. She lightly shook her head and smiled.

"Thanks." she said, jokingly.

"What did you come up here for?" he asked.

"I wanted to check out the view."

"I was looking all over for you. I wanted to know if you'd let me take you to dinner. Hell, we could eat up here if you want." he offered.

"Could we?" she asked, excited. He chuckled.

"Yeah, is that what you want?" he aksed.

"Yeah! I think that would be great."

"Alright, consider it done." he said. She smiled, then decided to try something.

She grabbed the front of his jacket, stood on tip toes, and pulled him to her. He was so surprised, he didn't react at first. After a moment, he bent his head down and let her pull him into a kiss. Their lips touched softly for a few seconds, then Shilo broke the kiss. Luigi grunted in disapproval but didn't argue or do anything else. The kiss was far too short for his likeness.

"Did you just growl at me?" accused Shilo, chuckling. He scowled as only he could.

"No, I didn't fucking growl. I'm not a fucking werewolf."

"Well, then what was that?"

"Nothing, that was nothing." he said.

"Uh huh, sure." she replied, smirking.

"Wipe that smirk off your face before I do it for you." he said, playfully rather than threatening.

"You will, will you?" she asked, suddenly feeling comfortable enough to tease.

"Do I detect a challenge?"

"Of course not, you wouldn't be able to complete a challenge." she taunted, he laughed.

"Oh really?" he asked, then let go of her. She had been leaning against his arms and screamed when she started to fall. He caught her before she hit the ground, laughing at her shock to turning to a glare.

"That was not funny." she scolded.

"Got any other challenges for me?" he chuckled.

"Getting back on my good side might be one." she said, still glaring.

"That's too easy, give me a harder one."

"That's easy is it?"

"Yeah."

"How so?"

"Once you trust me a little more, you'll know." he said, then he winked at her before walking off to make their dinner arrangements. Leaving her alone to blush at the bold statement. Little did most people know, Luigi could inhibit some Pavi characteristics when he wanted to.

Xxxxxx

The masked man waltzed into the parlor of his favourite establishment, taking in the sights greedily. As Pavi sat down, a barley clothed woman already had his drink ready and set it next to him. She then set herself on his lap.

"What can we do for you tonight, Mister Largo?" she asked, seductively. Pavi opened his mouth to reply but his answer caught in his throat when his eyes locked on someone new. He'd never seen this woman before and wasn't certain why she struck him so.

She wasn't astonishingly beautiful or scandalously clothed but something about her forced his gaze to lock. She was something he hadn't seen in a long time, she was clean and natural. She wasn't a scalpel slut, and that was immediately obvious.

Even with all those things, that still wouldn't be enough to make Pavi Largo stop and stare. He decided to do what he did best and see where it went.

"Mi perdonato, Bella." he said, removing the woman from his lap. He strode over to the new face, smiling at her. She had just finished speaking to the body guard and when she turned, Pavi was blocking her path.

"Oh, hello Mister Largo . How can I help you, this evening?" she asked, smiling at him. Pavi had seen his fair share of beautiful smiles but this one made his heart skip a beat. He smiled back without even trying.

"Well, I-a tell you, Bella. You are-a probably the-a most stunning woman The Pavi has-a ever seen, I would-a be honoured to-a spend some-a time with-a you." he said.

"Thank you very much Mister Largo, I'm flattered. Unfortunately, I don't work here ."

"Please, call me-a Pavi."

"Very well, Pavi. However, like I said, I don't work here."

"What's your-a name?"

"Erin."

"Would you just-a have a drink with-a me?"

"Perhaps, but I can't tonight. I'm very busy."

"When, then?" he asked.

"How about tomorrow night? I'll meet you here."

"What-a time, Bella?"

"A number." she said, then gave him a seductive smirk before walking away. Pavi just stood there, dumbfounded. He'd never had a woman respond to him like that. He was stunned. He didn't know what to do, for the first time. He almost wanted to be angry, feeling he'd been made a fool of, but he couldn't. Instead he felt anticipation. He wanted her even more, now.

He put his hands in his pockets like a nervous schoolboy and walked back to his seat.

Xxxxxx

A thick layer of smoke hung in the air of the dark room. Only a few people were seated, most were in a small crowd by the stage where a band was performing old school punk rock. Like, Sex Pistols old school.

Owen and Raven sat at the bar, in the back, drinking. Well, Owen was drinking. Raven hadn't touched the beer he'd ordered for her after they ate.

"Hey! Drink up!" he shouted over the music.

"Oh! Yeah, sorry!" she said, then picked up the drink and took a tiny sip. He laughed at her.

"Come on! Show some respect for English Ale, it costs a fortune nowadays. Drink it like ya mean it!" he replied. She smiled at him, chuckling, and took a big gulp. Surprising herself to find she actually liked the taste and feel of it.

"It's good!" she shouted. He nodded, still smiling.

"I know! Let's race, we've both got half glass left. Alright?"

"Okay!"

"Ready, set, drink!" he shouted. They both tipped back their glasses of ale at the same time. In just a second Owen was done, it took her a few seconds. She set the glass down, feeling sort of light headed. She'd never drank before, and by the smirk on his face she could tell he knew.

"Wanna go dance?" he shouted.

"You dance to this kind of music?"

"Hahaha, kinda. You just jump around like a lunatic!" shouted Owen. She laughed.

"Alright!" she shouted back. He jumped off his stool and grabbed her hand. She let him pull her through the mosh pit crowd towards the stage. Once they were up front Owen let go of her and started jumping around, she laughed at him and followed his lead. Not caring that her body would be protesting all of this come morning.

Xxxxxx

Their plates empty, they sat just talking. Then they stopped as they heard a sudden rush of sirens. It sounded like several police cars were shooting off to part of the city. Shilo leaned towards the edge of the building and watched them go by then sat down.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"It's what I warned you about. The rioters. They're getting a bit too bold." replied Luigi.

"What are you going to do about them?"

"I'm going to slaughter them." he answered, matter of factly.

"What?" she asked, shocked. He sighed, set down his wine, and looked at her.

"I'm being honest with you. That's how I handle things."

"Luigi, that's not...that's not a good way to rule."

"You ever study or read about World War Two?" he asked her, she blinked in confusion.

"Um, yeah. My dad taught me all about it during our history sessions when he would tutor me. Why?"

"Did you ever study the rulers in Europe during that time?"

"A little bit, we mainly covered the events."

"Okay. Well, there are three rulers I'm gonna tell you about. First, I'll start with the most known. Adolf Hitler. Hitler was a man who told the people what they wanted to hear, even lying. He sweet talked them and was only cruel to his enemies. The people of Germany loved him. He fixed their economy and even had their industries rivalling the United States. My father was like Hitler. He was a good ruler even though he did the occaisional monsterous acts. The people slightly feared, loved, and greatly respected him. Understand?" he asked.

"Yeah, I see that."

"Okay. Then there was Benito Mussoulini. He wasn't good at fixing economic problems or giving orders during a war. However, the people loved him. They loved him because he was overly kind to them. He had wonderful charisma and was a very successful womanizer. Sounding like someone you know?" he asked. She nodded.

"Yeah, Pavi."

"Exactly. That's the type of ruler Pavi is, which is why he's merely the face and speaker of the company. He doesn't wanna make the hard decisions he just wants to give and receive all the love."

"Okay." she said, her tone slightly saying 'get to the point'.

"Then there was Joseph Stalin. Stalin was ruthless, genius, and ultimately determined. Anyone who threatened his rule was murdered, anyone. He pulled Russia's economy into Hell and back the hard way and made his country as strong as he was. Because of his cruelty towards anyone that stood against him, everyone ended up standing behind him. He stayed in rule forty something years because he took no shit and got things done. He didn't care what the people thought of him, if anything he wanted them to fear him. That way they'd obey. I'm that type of ruler, I always have been." stated Luigi.

"But, the people are just servants then. They aren't happy." argued Shilo.

"Stalin's people had food and a roof over their heads as long as they obeyed him. You have to work to get what you want and sometimes what you need. Some make it and some don't. Everyone thinks they deserve to have it all handed to them. They don't, and I won't do that. My people have the ability to get jobs, food, and a roof over their head as long as they obey me. If they aren't happy with that, then they don't deserve to be happy."

"So the people that don't make it don't deserve it?" she asked sharply, he laughed.

"Oh, Shilo. That's a hard fact of life. You strike me as a Roosevelt." he said, smiling.

"I liked Churchill more." she said, not smiling.

"That's a good one to like. Oddly enough, Owen strikes me as a weird mix of Churchill and Hitler. If that's not absolutely blasphemy to compare the two." he said. She finally laughed again.

"I think that's blasphemy, Luigi." she chuckled, he laughed.

"You're probably right." he replied. She sighed and yawned.

"Excuse me. It's been a long day." she said, he nodded.

"Come on then, I'll walk you to your room." he said, hoping that wouldn't be all. She let him lead her through the building and neither spoke again until they reached her hallway which was actually the hallway all the bedrooms were on.

"Shilo, you're going to have to make peace with the way I do things. I know that might be hard since you don't always agree, but I'm not going to change. I'm going to be kind to you but, I can't change anything else." he said, as they stopped at her door. She looked at him, sighed, then slowly nodded.

"I know, I'll try to. Don't expect me to not argue sometimes, though."

"I won't, I'd rather you did argue with some things. That's one of the reasons I like you, you don't just agree with everything I say." he admitted, smiling. She smiled back.

"Well, I'm honoured. Thanks for, well, everything I guess." she said, turning and opening her door. She turned back to face him before walking in. This time, he made the move and placed his arm behind her back to pull her to him. He pressed his lips to hers with the amount of pressure he liked and was pleased to get the same response.

This kiss lasted a little longer than their previous one but she eventually pushed on his shoulders and pulled away, mainly because his hands were travelling again. She gave him an accusing look and he held his hands in front of him in mock innocence.

"You're gettin pushy, you know that?" she asked.

"Don't lie, you like it." he said, smirking before he walked away. She walked into her room laughing and shaking her head.

(okay, freaks...there's that chapter...leave me some reviews...i really, really wanna hear what you think of this chapter.

And sorry if the history lession bored you, I'm a history geek and love WW2...I couldn't help putting in the comparisons.)