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

Erin: I just had to appeal to your fangirl nature, I know I'd lose my mind if Luigi's love interest was named after me. It's really great to know you liked that part. I laugh at a lot of the stuff I write, I can imagine you chuckling at the werewolf comment. I've been waitin to use it too, lol. Biggest relief for me right now is to hear that the "romance" wasn't puke worthy or completely out of character, that is my biggest fear right now. That I'll screw it up there. Also real good to know you liked the WW2 stuff, I couldn't resist voicing my comparisons of Largos to real life dictators/leaders. The way you describe Luigi here made me smile, so glad I got him across the way he is. Arrogant, cocky, funny, violent, charming, sweet and an utter dick at the same time. Great to know Pavi is perfect, you'd know. All Rotti's kids will have their little moments of sounding like him, Luigi most of all though. Ironically enough, I was wondering about whether or not leaving amber out would piss people off, again. Your approval is greatly appreciated and so are your reviews! I can't wait to read your next one. Keep em long!(giggity)

Other readers: you're getting dangerously close(Moseley style shout) to being on my shit list...Start doing as you're told, peasants...

GeneCo:Sustaining The Genetic Opera

Chapter: Dogs, Kings, and Sisters

Luigi's eyes snapped open, his face immediately forming an annoyed scowl. He reached over to his alarm and slammed his hand down on the snooze button. It didn't stop screaming so he whipped it across the room, its cord yanking out of the wall violently as it flew through the air then smashed into his door.

He lay back in his bed closing his eyes as he yawned. He ran his hands through his hair and scratched his head as his body slowly awoke. As he yawned, his GenTern, Lisa, walked in with his coffee.

"Good morning, Sir." she said, setting it down. She had been his personal GenTern since he was fifteen. She was his own age and like Raven, had been specifically picked by the qualities that they knew would make her last working for Luigi. She was the only person who could get away with speaking to him as soon as he woke up.

His response was a half yawn-half growl. She slightly smiled at her boss who had somewhat become a friend over the years. It was bound to happen since she was around him eighty percent of every day. That or she'd be stabbed, and since that hadn't happened yet, they regarded each other as slightly friends.

"Transforming?" she asked, she was surprised when his eyes locked on her with a befuddled scowl on his face.

"What? Why the fuck does everyone think I'm a god damned werewolf all of a sudden?" he snapped.

"You do do a lot of growling." she replied. He scowled at her and sat up.

"You're gettin a little lippy. Better knock it off or you might just get replaced." he threatened, she smiled at him. She knew he was just messing with her.

"Do you want your breakfast brought in here or to your office?" she asked.

"Eh, office." he replied, picking up his coffee. He took a big gulp of it, not bothered by the heat after all these years of being an avid coffee drinker. The extreme heat helped wake him up in the morning.

"Okay." she said, turning to leave.

"And make sure that Jen got fuck face up!" he shouted after her, she turned to show him a nod and left.

Luigi downed half his coffee then tossed the blankets off himself and stood up. He shuffled into his bathroom, had a piss, washed his hands, then ran hot water in the sink to shave.

Xxxxxx

Pavi distantly heard his door open and slowly began to pull himself out of sleep. His mind dropping back to reality a little faster when he smelled his latte. When his green eyes finally opened up he saw his GenTern, Jen, picking up his mess of clothes on the floor.

"Good-a morning, Bella." he said, his face splitting into a smile. She looked at him and smiled back. She'd been his GenTern since he was thirteen, she was also his age. Just like with Lisa and Luigi she was handpicked to work well with him and they'd become friends over the years.

"Good morning, Pavi." she said. Since she'd known him long before the accident with his face she was never bothered when he didn't have a mask on. In fact, she preferred he didn't continue his grotesque hobby. However, her job was to make sure he was happy and taken care of. Which was what she did.

"Come-a here." he said, motioning for her. Even though she'd known him so long, she often had no idea what he wanted in the morning. He wasn't completely a creature of habit like Luigi was. She did as she was told and went over to him.

Sitting on the side of his bed, she let him run his fingers along her thigh. He trailed his touch up her body until his hand cupped the side of her face.

"You look-a tired." he said, sliding his thumb under her eye.

"I'm alright."

Pavi opened his mouth to reply but was cut short by the door opening. Lisa walked in.

"Luigi wants you up and moving, Sir." she said. Pavi let his hand fall back down to his chest, absently scratching at the waxed surface, and smiled at Lisa. She was unphased by him not having a mask on as well.

"Ah, Brother is-a in bad-a mood, si?"

"No more than usual." replied Lisa, leaving. Pavi sighed and lay back down.

"Run-a the bath for-a me, Bella." he said. Jen smiled at him and nodded before getting up. She walked into his luxurious bathroom and turned the water on in the tub.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Pavi waltz into the bathroom. He was naked, which wasn't at all unusual. She far from minded anyway, it was certainly a treat seeing every plain of his waxed, fit body.

While the near scalding hot water filled in the tub, he stepped past her and sat in it. She stood.

"Bella, bathe with-a the Pavi." he said, softly. With a small smile, she let her uniform drop and stepped into the bathtub. He turned her body to face him and pulled her down on top of him.

Xxxxxx

Shilo slowly opened her eyes as she heard people in the hallway. She had become accustomed to living alone now and so her ears picked up every little sound. She sighed and slowly sat up, memories of the night before coming back to her now.

Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she got out of bed and wandered into the bathroom. Pulling her hair back, she ran water in the sink and washed her face.

Wide awake now, she smiled. Feeling hunger and hearing her stomach rumble, she resolved to just pull something comfortable on and figure out how to get breakfast.

Walking back into her room, she saw a few of her suitcases from her house. She almost got angry about it then decided it wasn't a big deal. Opening the one closest to her, she rooted through it until she found some comfy clothes.

Once dressed, she opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. Turning to walk, she slammed right into someone. Whoever she ran into didn't even move but stopped her from falling.

"Look where the fuck- Shilo, you okay?" asked Luigi's voice. He was ready to rip her in half until he realised who she was. Now, instead of shoving her to the floor, he was holding on to her.

"Yeah, I'm okay." she said, looking up at him. He smelled clean and his hair was a little damp but not a mess. He gave her a small smile.

"Uh, sleep well?" he asked.

"Yeah, I was trying to figure out where to get some breakfast."

"Well, I'd say eat with me but I have a meeting in about ten minutes. I'll barely have time to get any breakfast for myself. You can tell any GenTern and they'll take care of you."

"Okay. I'll see you later then, I'm sure." she said, he didn't let go of her though. He pulled her back to him and planted a quick kiss on her lips. Then he smiled at her again and let her go. Not saying or doing anything else, he continued on his way to his office.

She smiled and shook her head as she went the other way down the hall.

Xxxxxx

Owen felt familiar throbbing in his head and refused to open his eyes, just in case the room was bright. He grunted and rolled over onto his stomach. He was on something soft and figured it was his bed, he didn't really care at the moment.

He felt someone else next to him also roll over and use him as a pillow in their sleep. He yawned and tried to fall back asleep. The throbbing in his head wouldn't allow it though.

"Pain pills." he grumbled.

"Huh?" replied whoever was using his back as a pillow.

"Eh, pain pills." he mumbled.

"Hold on." was the raspy reply before the person got off him. In about two minutes she was back and put a few pills in his hand. He brought them to his mouth and swallowed them with his spit.

"Do you want me to get you some food?" asked Raven, he knew it was her now. She sounded like she had just as bad a hangover.

"Nah, it's okay. Come back over here." he said, rolling onto his side. She climbed back onto the bed, the water filled mattress bouncing, and he pulled her to him.

"I feel like shit." she mumbled, slightly chuckling. He chuckled back.

"Go to sleep then. Next time we wake up, it won't be so bad." he whispered. She snuggled close to him while he held her, not thinking about anything but more sleep.

In a few seconds, she was snoozing again and he began to snore.

Xxxxxx

Luigi shoveled down his last bite of eggs on top of his toast, then chased it with a big gulp of coffee. He sighed in contentment that he knew wouldn't last and leaned back in his chair. Any minute now, the president and a few congressmen would be there to talk to him.

He wasn't going to cater to them like his father had. He figured they wouldn't believe him and they'd have to find out the hard way. He wanted total control, and that's what he was going to get.

His father was happy to control everything behind a curtain, Luigi wasn't. The people would know who was in charge, always. As the elevator dinged, signaling an arrival, he started to get up. He sighed and sat back down when Pavi walked into the room.

"Took you fucking long enough." he snarled at the masked man.

"The Pavi was-a getting ready." was the reply as Pavi sat down across from Luigi.

"You smell like sex."

"Is that-a a bad thing?"

"It's unprofessional. Don't you bathe?"

"Si, the Pavi had his-a sex while-a bathing."

"Dumbass."

"How-a so?"

"Defeats the purpose of cleaning yourself." said Luigi, as if Pavi was five years old.

"But I-a washed afterwards."

"Never mind. Let's change the topic."

"To-a what?"

"Nothing. I don't wanna talk to you right now, just be quiet."

"But I-a want to-a talk to you."

"I don't fucking care." snarled Luigi. Pavi opened his mouth to reply but closed it as the elevator doors opened again and the men they were meeting with walked in. They all had fake smiles plastered on their stupid faces and walked forward. Luigi didn't even smirk.

"Mister Largo, how's it feel the to have the company now?" asked the congressman.

"Good. I don't want to spend all day on this so, what did you want to speak about?" replied Luigi, his tone barely changed from when he was insulting Pavi. They noticed.

"Your father-" began the president. Luigi held his hand up.

"Let me stop you right there. I can see exactly what you all expect and it's not happening. I'm not my father. My reign will be different."

"Your reign?" stammered the president.

"Yes, my reign. My father owned all of you, he was just too kind to tell you to scram. I'm not. I'm in charge and you can all just retire."

"You can't do that! You're in charge of your company and that's it, Largo!" shouted the president.

"You owe us over three million dollars, Mister President. My father held that debt on you just so you'd do as he said and the people wouldn't try to rebel. All I have to say is that if you don't step down and stay out of my way, I'll be sure to collect."

"Now, listen. Let's be reasonable." started the congressman, their fake smiles were gone now.

"No, let me be perfectly clear. There is no president, there is no congress. There hasn't been since GeneCo rose from the ground. You don't own shit. I own everyone."

"The people won't stand for this!" shouted the president.

"What people? Those peasants out there? The rebels? The long gone founding fathers? The peasants need me, not you. The rebels will be crushed by me, very soon. And the founding fathers would have executed all of you so called Leaders a long time ago for being crooks."

"You're a crook!"

"True, but I'm not a liar. These people know exactly who and what I am. I rule because I have the balls, the brains, and there's nothing they can do about it. Now, you can all fuck off quietly or I'll have you escorted out. You throw a fit, I'll send my Repo Men after you. You're not worthy of my hands shedding your blood." said Luigi, waving them off. They didn't leave.

"You're insane." said the president. Luigi smirked at him.

"Pavi, talk some sense into this man!" said the congressman. Pavi looked at them for a moment, he'd been staring into his mirror.

"Brother makes-a these decisions, not-a me. And if I was to-a decide, I'd say exactly what-a Luigi is. It's time you-a all knew your-a place." said Pavi.

"This is-" began the president, red faced. Luigi cut him off.

"The end of our conversation, that's what this is. Goodbye. Get the fuck out." said Luigi, he waved for the bodyguards that had brought the men up here to take them out. The president threw a bit of a fit but the congressmen just accepted the defeat.

Luigi and Pavi watched them leave.

"Now-a what?" asked Pavi.

"My General should be here soon."

"Your-a general?"

The doors opened again and a man in an all black suit walked in. He looked to be middle aged but was very fit and very disciplined. He marched into the room and stopped in front of the desk.

"Sir." said the man, his voice was rough and deep. He sounded like a man who led armies.

"Good to see you General. Tell me a bit about yourself, I like to know what kind of man I'm dealing with." said Luigi, Pavi was even interested in this man.

"I'm General Anton Torshivik. I was a General First Class for the Red Army towards the end of World War Three. It was a short war, as you know. My commander gave us an order that was foolish, so I shot him and took over. After the war, I was imprisoned. When Russia crippled and fell, I got out of prison and came here to Sanitarium Island. That was five years ago." said the man, a heavy Russain accent rolling off his tongue the more he spoke. Pavi raised his eyebrows at Luigi who just smiled.

"And what have you been doing for the past five years?" asked Luigi.

"Working for you, Sir. Disposing, spying, threatening, and eliminating."

"All by yourself."

"Yes, Sir."

"You're like my dog. I say fetch, you say alive or dead. You're more valuble than my Repo Men. Are you proud?"

"No, Sir."

"What are you, then?" asked Luigi, surveying the man.

"Vicious, like a fighting dog, Sir."

"A fighting dog, good. That's what I like to hear. Do you have any idea what your next assignment will be?"

"I imagine it has to do with the rebellion, Sir."

"Smart, I like that too. Yes, it does. I want you to take all the city's police and any volunteers you can find. I want you to turn them into soldiers. Your kind of soldiers, the kind that follow every order without thought or conscience. I want you to make them fearless, ruthless, and loyal. Like fighting dogs. My fighting dogs. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir." said the general.

"Use any means you must. If they disobey, punish them however you wish. Torture, beatings, execution, I don't care. If you need anything, let me know. You are working under my authority, so use it if you need it. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. I'll want an update within twenty-four hours. You're dismissed." said Luigi. The general's did a slight bow then he turned and left.

"What do you think?" asked Luigi, looking at his brother.

"I think he's just-a what you-a need." said Pavi.

"I agree." said Luigi, getting up. He put his hands in his pockets and just stood behind his desk.

"Another-a appointment?" asked Pavi.

"Yep. A very interesting appointment. So, do me a favor. Don't flirt with her or anything until I figure her out. I don't know if I can trust her or not."

"A her? What-a is she?"

"Don't know exactly. That's one of the things I plan on finding out. Are you gonna behave?" asked Luigi. Pavi froze for a moment, he couldn't count how many times his father had stood right where Luigi was and asked him the exact same question.

"Certainly, fratello." said Pavi, deciding it was better to not say anything else.

"Good. Here she is." said Luigi as the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Pavi immediately regretted the promise he'd just made and couldn't keep a look of shock of off his face as Erin walked into the room.

Xxxxxx

Shilo sat in a dining room. She'd long finished her breakfast and was lost in thought. A thought that scared her was rebounding in her mind. Was she being disloyal to her father by being with Luigi?

Luigi had kept all his promises so far. He was kind to her, he was honest with her, and he hadn't hurt her. She believed him when he said that he did what he did that night to try and please his own father. And then there was the simple fact that she liked being around him now.

She liked how his deep blue eyes stayed on only her when she was around. She liked the feel of him touching her. She liked the feel of his kiss. She liked how she felt safe around him. She liked how his presence just somehow made her happy. Hell, she even liked that he tried to push things just a little too far all the time.

Her father had been great to her, aside from the lying and poisoning. Which just sounded horrible but it really wasn't all that bad. She didn't want to think about the fact that Luigi had been the one to render her father helpless.

She didn't want to think about that fact that she'd secretly liked being under Luigi's arm while he and Pavi taunted her that night.

She sighed.

"What are you doing in here?" asked a voice from behind her chair. She craned her neck around and was surprised to see Amber.

"Oh, I finished eating a while ago. I've just been thinking. Why?" asked Shilo, she wasn't completely comfortable in Amber's presence.

"We don't use this room anymore."

"Sorry. Why are you in here then?"

"It's not something bad, we just all stopped eating together a few years ago. I was wandering." said Amber, surprisingly not snotty.

"Oh, do you want someone to talk to?" asked Shilo, trying to be friendly.

"You're with Luigi, aren't you?" asked Amber, apparently ignoring Shilo's question.

"I am. Why?"

"Be careful."

"What do you mean?"

"For one, don't have any male friends or he'll gut them. Don't try to leave him, or he'll gut you. He's really possessive. He's a fucking lunatic." said Amber, Shilo could almost see memories flashing through Amber's mind.

"How would you know?" asked Shilo, her tone a little bit accusatory.

"Don't worry about me, worry about yourself." said Amber, walking away.

Shilo couldn't figure out whether Amber was truly trying to help her or just trying to ruin everything. She got up from her seat, she needed to talk to someone. Someone that knew all the Largos very well and wouldn't be remotely biased. Someone she knew she could trust. Someone who robbed graves.

*(alright, be happy. review. i wanna hear every thought.)*