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

Erin: thanks for the review. Yes, my Choptop, lol. Amber and Sick Boy...you did review that well and I'm glad you liked it. Sorry for the scarring, lol. Glad you like Sean, he will certainly reappear. Yes, I do believe that Pavi is THE sex god, even though my heart belongs to Luigi. Try not to hate me about what happens to Tom here...try. Alright, sorry for the short response but I was short on time. You can take your time with this next review. Have fun. Thanks again!

Note: perhaps I'm being an ass, but I'm teaching myself a bit of Italian and feel like introducing it more. If it becomes distracting from the story or seems out of place, please let me know. I'll have all translations at the end of chapters. I, for one, find it neat. But, I'm writing this not reading it, so...yeah.

GeneCo:Sustaining The Genetic Opera

Chapter: Movements

Sick Boy walked into the office, tired but paying attention. Luigi was looking out the window and didn't tell him to sit down, so he stood.

"Enjoy yourself last night?" asked Luigi, referring to the bar. Sick Boy thought for a moment that the man knew he'd been with Amber, then realised that Luigi was probably far too calm to know.

"Yeah."

"Good. You know you're here to work for me, right?" asked Luigi, now turning to face the man. He smiled, Sick Boy really did look like the meanest bareknuckle boxer there was.

"Yes." said Sick Boy, he'd thought about saying no but now that he'd slept with Amber he figured he owed them.

"Good. My secretary, Katie, is the girl you passed on the way up here. Go talk to her, tell her I've hired you and she'll get you settled. Once more wheels are in motion and I want you to start thoroughly training again, we'll have another chat." said Luigi.

"Alright." said Sick Boy, walking to the elevator. He stopped for a moment and turned back around.

"Just so ya know, I've got a bit of a problem with authority Mister Largo. I don't like bein bossed around and I'm not afraid of death." he said.

"As long as you win, I won't be bossing you around at all. You're my fighter, not my GenTern."

"Alright." replied Sick Boy, walking into the elevator and leaving.

Luigi returned to the window, glaring down at some little bastard that was protesting across the street from the building.

"Hey!" he shouted, slightly turning his head. From one of the doors leading out of his office, the two armed women that had been his father's guards walked in. He smiled, thinking about what he was giving an order for.

Xxxxxx

Erin slowly woke up, feeling more relaxed and at ease than she had in a very long time. In fact, she thought this might be the first time she'd ever awoken with a smile on her face. Rolling over to lay on Pavi, she opened her eyes when she landed on warm sheets instead of a warm chest.

Sitting up, she looked over to see him walking out of her bathroom and slowly gathering his clothes. She couldn't refrain from smiling at him.

"Didn't see fit to dress yourself?" she asked, slighlty startling him. He looked at her, raising an eyebrow and slightly smirking. Which was quite a nice site while he was still unclothed.

"As if you would-a want me-a to." he said, she laughed then sighed.

"Fair enough." she said, laying back down. He tossed his clothes back in a pile and climbed back onto the bed, crawling up to her. Before he could kiss her, she pushed him onto his back and halfway climbed on top of him.

She let him pull her into a kiss then, loving every second of it. Their kiss was broken all too soon by someone knocking at her door.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you but this is a little urgent." came a woman's voice from the other side of her door. Erin rolled off of him, got off the bed and pulled on a robe. As she walked over to the door, she stopped and looked back at Pavi.

"Cover yourself." she said, he raised his eyebrows.

"I mean it." she added. He moved as if to pull the blankets over himself so she turned and opened the door. One of her workers walked in.

"Someone is here to get Mister Largo. They said..." she started, then glanced over at the bed. Pavi hadn't covered himself at all and smiled at the woman, actually raising his hand and waving at her.

Erin followed the woman's gaze then physically facepalmed and sighed.

"They said what?" she asked, through her hand. The woman seemed to snap out of it and forced herself to look at Erin.

"They said that his brother needs him at work, right now." said the woman, making it completely obvious that it was a struggle to keep her attention on her boss.

"Okay, he'll be there. Thank you." said Erin, the woman walked out the door, snagging one last glance at Pavi before it closed. As soon as the door closed, Erin glared at Pavi. His smile dropped a little bit.

"Cosa?" he asked, then chuckled as her glare turned to confusion.

"It-a means: what?" he explained.

"What, you ask? How about when I said cover yourself, I meant cover yourself. My assistant didn't need to see your genitals."

"She was-a impressed though."

"Oh, shut up and get dressed. If you didn't hear what she said, Luigi needs you at work. I imagine he's not very happy." she said, walking over to her dresser and gathering some clothing for herself. She heard him get off the bed then sighed when his arms wrapped around her waist and his face rested itself in her neck.

"Don't-a be angry with-a the Pavi, Bella." he muttered against her neck.

"I'm not angry. You do need to get dressed and go to work though, as do I." she explained, turning her head and giving him a brief kiss. He then let go of her and returned to his clothes. He slowly got dressed as she walked into her bathroom and started running water in the tub. She undressed and got in, sighing in contentment as the hot water covered her.

Pavi, finally dressed, walked in and sat on the edge of the bathtub. He didn't have his stolen face on yet, she noticed. She reached up and touched the side of his face, once again realising that she didn't know the scars were there until she thought about them.

"The Pavi will-a still do-a what you asked, Mi Bella." he said.

"About the face topic?" she asked.

"Si. Will you-a come over today?"

"Of course I will. You're my fiance, so why wouldn't I?" she asked, he smiled and leaned his head against her hand. They sat like that in silence for a little bit.

"So, you gonna teach me some Italian?" she asked, he chuckled.

"What-a do you want to-a learn?"

"For one, what should I call you? As my fiance."

"Fidanzato." he said.

"Fidanzato. I like that. What am I?"

"Bellissimo, adorabile, mi amante, mi bella, mi fidanzata." he rambled off.

"What do those mean?"

"I'll-a tell you later." he said, winking. She laughed.

"Alright." she said, he leaned down and kissed her. When they broke for air, he got up and left, shutting the door behind him.

Before leaving her room, he took a few minutes and put his stolen face back on. As he fastened the clasps, he wondered if this would be the last time he put on of these on. Surprising himself, the idea didn't bother him.

All set to leave, he walked out of her room to meet one of the women that used to be his father's bodyguards. Apparently Luigi had put them to work running errands. He smiled at her and followed her out.

They got into one of the company limos and drove towards the GeneCo building. When they got there, one of the doormen came over and opened the car door for Pavi. As he stepped out, he and everyone else on the street nearly had a heart attack when a gunshot rang out.

Everyone gasped, ducked, and looked around to see what/who had been shot. Pavi was one of the few who saw the bullet hit its target. A young man merely five yards from the limo, just across the street, dropped like a sack of potatoes with a bullet hole the size of a quarter in the middle of his forehead.

The man was surrounded by protester signs degrading the Largo family, calling them all monsters. Now, the posters that his body fell on either crushed or toppled over. They all had some more colour added to them as his blood slowly spread across the filmsy poster board.

Another man ran out of the coffee shop that this happened in front of, kneeling in front of the protester. He started crying. He began shouting jumbled up words about his brother as he cried but his grief stricken speech was cut short when another shot rang out and a bullet passed through his skull as well.

Anyone else who had been about to approach the scene now backed away as the street and both sidewalks quickly were cleared.

Looking around at the now empty street and storefronts, Pavi glanced up towards the top of the GeneCo building where he knew the bullets had come from. It wasn't hard to figure it out, he and everyone else present had understood quite quickly.

"I think you-a made your point, fratello." muttered Pavi, before walking past the still startled doorman and into the building.

Xxxxxx

Luigi backed away from the window, handing the sniper rifle back to the two women, and turned towards the elevator as the doors opened. An angry congressman walked in, although he didn't seem to know anything about what had just happened.

"Where's your brother? I said I wanted to talk to both of you." said the man.

"He's on his way." replied Luigi, shutting the window and walking over to his desk. He sat down as the man sat across from him.

They sat in a tense silence for about five minutes until Pavi walked in.

"Oh, good timing, fuck face. Where the hell have you been?" snarled Luigi as Pavi strolled over to his usual seat.

"What's-a this about?" asked Pavi, glancing to the congressman and back to Luigi as he sat down. He figured it would be best to not mention what he'd just witnessed outside.

"Don't know yet, we were waiting for you." said Luigi, a surprising amount of glee in his voice. Pavi knew why but the congressman was thorougly confused by it.

"Grazie." said Pavi, with a brief smile. Luigi rolled his eyes and the congressman now sat forward.

"So, what are you here to babble about?" asked Luigi, looking at the man.

"Mister Largo, I've heard rumours about your plans to deal with this uprising. Frankly, I advise you to handle things a little more democratically." said the man. Luigi sighed, inwardly noting the irony.

"Christ almightly, you fuckers never learn do you? I'll do what I want. You can take your advice and shove it up your ass." snarled Luigi, now wishing he'd made a point to show the congressman what he'd just done.

"Mister Largo, if you go through with this, it will be seen as an act of terrorism and treason. In short, you'll be sought after for execution." said the congressman. Pavi sat up, looking right at his brother.

"Fratello, dovere noi pensare riguardo questo piu?" asked Pavi, the congressman was confused then had to supress anger that they were going to have a private conversation about this in another language deliberately so he couldn't understand them. Luigi sighed.

"No, io avere fatto in piedi mi mente." replied Luigi. The congressman blinked for a second, not expecting the elder Largo to answer his brother in Italian.

"Tu ancora pensare per massacro il ribelles?" asked Pavi, figuring his brother was still planning such. Still, two idiots on the street was far different from an entire group of people.

"Si, tutto di loro cento metri quadrati gia morto. Il campagnola volere fare come io indicare loro!" exclaimed Luigi, Pavi leaned back with his hands in front of him in a sign of surrender.

"Okay, fratello. Io cura tu." said Pavi, Luigi returned his attention to the congressman.

"I stick to what I said, I will do as I wish and there's nothing you can do to stop me. You don't have a military anymore and no one in their right mind will stand up to me once I've made an example out of this rebellion. Now, get out of my office. The next time I see you in here, it had better be to pay the bill you owe us before I Repo your ass. Fuck off." snarled Luigi. The congressman opened his mouth to speak, then slowly closed it, realising there was nothing he could say. The man got up and left without a word.

Pavi looked at his brother.

"I didn't-a think you would-a remember how to-a speak like-a that." said Pavi.

"Just because I don't do it as often as you doesn't mean I've forgotten how."

"Are we-a talking about-a Italian still or-a now are we-a talking about-a sex?" asked Pavi.

"Do you want scalding hot coffee tossed on you?" asked Luigi, holding his mug and looking as though he was giving the idea some serious consideration.

"How is-a Shilo?" asked Pavi, ignoring his brother's threat, foolishly.

"So you do want coffee dumped on you?"

"I bet she's-a good." said Pavi, not talking about her well being. Without any hesitation or further thought for his actions, Luigi tossed the hot contents of his coffee mug at his brother. Pavi jumped out of the chair, faster than expected, and just barely missed getting drenched in painfully hot coffee.

"You bastard, look what you made me do to the chair!" exclaimed Luigi.

"Wouldn't-a be the first-a time you've stained furnature in-a here, fratello." said Pavi, slightly smirking. Luigi gave him a very scary glare and scowl, it didn't even slow Pavi down though.

"Pavi, shut the fuck up! I'm not joking." snarled Luigi.

"I was-a only referencing when-a you and-a sorella followed the-a Pavi's advice."

"If you don't fucking shut your trap, I'm going to beat the shit out of you."

"Popa was-a so angry, I saw where-a you got it for-a once."

"Speaking of getting things, wasn't that the same week we found out you had gonnorhea?" asked Luigi, making himself repress the urge to smash his brother's face into the desk. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to stop before doing life threatening damage.

Before Pavi could reply, Owen walked in with three men. One was wearing a full Repo Man suit, the other was Tom, and the other was bound and crying. Owen led them into the next room.

"Come on, this will be good." said Luigi, getting up and following them. Pavi did the same, now the one scowling. The door shut and both brothers briefly glanced at each other knowing exactly what the other was thinking. That the last time they were in this room, they were helping their father torment Nathan Wallace. That was the last time they'd ever thought Rotti had been proud of either of them.

It was it's own twistedly wonderful morbid memory.

They snapped out of remembrance and watched as the Repo Man placed the bound man in the chair, tying him to it and cutting off his shirt. Tom was completely straight faced and waiting for orders to begin, Owen was watching the other young man with interest.

The Repo Man set the bound man's file/debt page on the table and backed away. He nodded briefly to Tom, signaling that this was all his now.

Tom looked at the page then grabbed a scalpel, only white gloves protecting him from the bloody mess that would soon be unleashed. He walked over to the bound man, hesitating slightly. His hands were shaking.

The only sounds in the room were the bound man's sobs.

Tom steadied his hands, briefly, and began to make his incision on the man's abdomen. The man screamed and Tom dropped the scalpel and backed away.

"Tom, you've got thirty seconds to pick that back up and return to work." said Owen, an astonishing amount of authority in his voice.

"I...I can't. He's a fucking human...I can't do it." stammered Tom.

"Because I feel sorry for you, you've still got about fifteen seconds to change your mind and get back to this." said Owen.

"I can't, I just can't." said Tom, putting his face in his hands. Owen sighed and nodded to the Repo Man who stepped up and did the job swiftly, pulling out the GeneCo owned liver in a matter of seconds.

Owen walked over behind Tom and pulled a revolver out of his jacket, not quite realising just how much he looked like a gangster. He cocked it and fired into the back of Tom's head, sending the snivelling man to the ground and a gory mess of blood and brains across the floor, dangling plastic, and Repo Man's back. Owen returned the gun back to it's holster under his arm and looked at his father and uncle who had been watching the whole thing, unphased.

"His wife and unborn kid didn't waste my time and apparently need some help. I'd like to have them brought here and give her a job. If she fucks up, we can put the kid in an orphanage and send her to meet her husband. Is that alright?" asked Owen, looking at Luigi.

"That's a hell of a lot more than I would do, but that's fine." said Luigi. Owen nodded.

"I'll go talk to Katie, then." he said, leaving the room as the Repo Man cleaned up. Pavi and Luigi watched the clean up for a few silent moments, then Pavi turned to his brother with a sigh.

"Well, fratello, he's-a definitely your-a son." said Pavi, right before walking back into the office. Luigi glanced at the dead bodies and the Repo Man then followed.

Going back to his desk and sitting down with a sigh, he stared out into space. Pavi, of course, wrecked his train of thought.

"I have-a something to-a tell you."

"You have gonnorhea again?"

"No, testa. I'm-a going to try what-a you suggested years-a ago. I'm going to-a have my face-a repaired." said Pavi, Luigi's jaw involuntarily dropped.

"What? Are you serious?" he asked, in excitement rather than fury.

"Si."

"Holy shit, what's caused this?"

"The-a other thing I-a have to-a tell you."

"What else?"

"I'm-a marrying Erin."

"You're fucking kidding me." said Luigi.

"No."

"Bullshit. There's no way you'll stick to one pussy. No fucking way, I know you."

"Fratello, I-a am. The-a only other woman I will-a bed is Jen."

"She's agreed to this?" asked Luigi.

"Si."

"She's actually agreeing to marry your dumbass?"

"Si."

"For fuck's sake, I thought that bitch was intelligent. You don't think she's trying to pull something on us do you?"

"Of course-a not!" replied Pavi, a little more passionately than he'd intended. Luigi raised his eyebrows.

"Holy balls, calm the fuck down. I was thinking out loud. Anyway, fuck this sucks."

"Why?"

"Honestly? Because Dad also left in his will that if you had anything to do with control of GeneCo that you had to be married as well. I was just gonna keep that information to myself until the company was solely mine."

"Fuck-a you." said Pavi, glaring at his brother again. Luigi laughed.

"Obviously that won't happen now. Besides, I didn't really care if you stayed where you are or dropped anyway. To be honest, I think this is good for you."

"How?"

"She's just what you need. She won't take your shit, she's smart enough to know if you're lying to her, she's also in a position of power that'll help strengthen our company's position, she has a brain, and I bet she'd lay down the fuckin law if you crossed her." explained Luigi.

"I think I-a agree with-a you."

"Also, there's the fact that she's getting you to do what I've been trying to reason with you to do for fucking years. When are you gonna talk to a SurGen?"

"Today some-a time."

"Well, I'm leaving the office early so why don't you go do it now?" suggested Luigi, getting up and walking towards the elevator. Pavi followed and they got in together. Pavi stared at his own reflection for a little while and briefly touched the stolen face, suddenly feeling some sort of dread in his stomach. He turned when he felt his brother's hand land on his shoulder.

"Don't be so worried about it. It's a good thing, trust me." said Luigi, slipping into protective big brother role without realising it when he saw how bothered Pavi suddenly was.

"I'm-a a little-a scared. What if-a..."

"If you feel empty cause you've lost that? You won't. That's just a logical fear that comes with change. You'll be fine. In fact, you'll be better than fine." replied Luigi. Pavi took a deep breath, letting all his brother had said sink in, and felt better.

The doors opened and they exited the elevator. Luigi stopped to talk to Katie and Pavi kept going, on his way to see a SurGen.

"If anyone else shows up to talk to me, tell them to schedual for tomorrow. I'm done for the day." ordered Luigi. Katie nodded and he walked away, intending to spend the rest of the day with Shilo.

*(okay...review, review, refuckingview.

Translations:

"Bellissimo, adorabile, mi amante, mi bella, mi fidanzata." : Gorgeous, adorable, my lover, my beauty, my girlfriend/fiance.

"Fratello, dovere noi pensare riguardo questo piu?" : Brother, should we think about this more?

"No, io avere fatto in piedi mi mente." : No, I have made up my mind.

"Tu ancora pensare per massacro il ribelles?" : You still plan to slaughter the rebels?

"Si, tutto di loro cento metri quadrati gia morto. Il campagnola volere fare come io indicare loro!" : Yes, all of them are already dead. The peasants will do as I tell them!

"Okay, fratello. Io cura tu." : Okay, brother. I trust you.

"sorella" : sister

"testa" : asshole )**