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

Note: i just read through that last chapter and...ugh I found a mistake that just makes me wanna puke and I'm so sorry. To be honest I did do a lot of writing that while tired but that's no excuse for not checking through before posting it. I'll be double checking all my chapters from now on. Once again, I'm so sorry.

Pink: Thanks for the review. Great relief on you bein okay about the Italian, get that google translate out! lol. Sorry for you, but Sick Boy and Amber might be having more action coming up...The fighting will get here soon though. To be honest, I've never really written that kind of fight scene so it'll be fun to experiment and find out what way is most fun to write it. And I'm turning you into a monster, of course, what else? Once again, so happy you continue to love Pavi/Erin. And for the face thing, I'm aware that I'm risking losing readers cause a lot of people can't imagine Pavi without the face stealing. Honestly, he as you see can't imagine himself without it either. I just have this nagging urge to do this, to see it through, just an instinct that it'll be good in the end. I always roll with my instincts so try to roll with me. Muahahahaha, i've made you a bloodthirsty monster. Victory. Luigi is definition of badass. And he and pavi are going to conistantly fight. Pavi, as you see, finds it amusing to push Luigi past his limit of self control. I can understand that because that's how siblings are. I also just love writing it cause i get to laugh as i write it. I had to show a preview to Owen's dark side. He might be lovable and kind hearted due to his mother, but he also inherited his father's violence and is slighly insane himself. I felt everyone needed to be reminded of that. Owen was getting too nice for my liking, he needed to show his true colours. Hugs are deserved for that. Glad you loved this. I loved the review, thanks. And I'm trying to get my twitter back, its a pain in the ass to be suspended. Thanks again, I can't wait til this review!

Spoiler: there shall be sexaul activity in this chapter...

GeneCo: Sustaining the Genetic Opera

Chapter: Passing Boundaries

Shilo eye's slowly creeped open, the room wasn't very bright at all. She was in a bed that was unfamiliar until her memory began showing her some flashes. She began to recall waking up two other times with the worst headache of her life, near double vision, and puking both times before someone helped her back to the bed and passing back out.

The longer she lay there in thought, grateful for the headache and nausea being gone, the more she began to get flashes of memory of the night before. She caught a slight memory of sitting at the bar, kinda recalled being carried over to the bed, and barely remembered passing out with someone laying next to her. Other than that, she had no idea what else happened the night before.

She slowly sat up, once more grateful that her head wasn't spinning, and looked around.

"Feeling better?" asked a woman's voice. Looking over she saw Lisa sitting in an armchair, reading a magazine.

"Yeah...um, what happened?" asked Shilo. Lisa put the reading material down and smiled at her.

"Well, you've never drank a large amount of alcohol before, have you?"

"Um, I've never drank any alcohol."

"Well, you did last night. In fact, you drank quite a bit. Strong stuff, too. You were very intoxicated, to say the least. That headache and nausea that you've had both times you woke up this morning is called a hangover. It's really the worst thing that can come out of heavy drinking, unless you want to count one night stands as worse than that. Which I do, sometimes." explained Lisa. Shilo looked down at herself, realising that she was still wearing what she'd had on yesterday. She rubbed her eyes.

"Wow, never again." she vowed, Lisa laughed.

"Every single person who's had a hangover has made that promise the morning after. Trust me, you won't keep it."

"I don't know, that really sucked. Anyway, have you been in here all day?"

"Yep. All morning anyway. When I got Luigi up for work he told me to stay in here and take care of you."

"So that's who's room I'm in." stated Shilo, then she figured out that he must've been the one who took care of her last night and slept with her and she blushed.

"Um, is there a chance I could shower or something?"

"Absolutely. I brought you some things from your room, unless you'd be more comfortable using your room?"

"Oh, it's okay. Will he be okay with me using his shower?" asked Shilo, slowly.

"I'm fairly certain he'd nearly insist upon it. Just to be honest."

"Somehow I can tell you mean that in a manner that I didn't. Alright." agreed Shilo, earning a chuckle from Lisa as the GenTern pointed out where her things were. She'd even brought Shilo the soap that had been in her bathroom.

Shilo closed the bathroom door and undressed to get in the shower. She was slightly uncomfortable but figured it wasn't a big deal anyway. Running the hot water, she stepped into the shower.

Xxxxxx

Pavi walked into the office, earning admiring and surprised stares from anyone near. Being a Largo, he obviously never had to make an appointment for anything so he just walked right past the receptionist and into the doctor's office.

It was the best SurGen around and the only male doctor Pavi would go see, only because the man was the best. If you were going to have a dangerous surgery, this was the man you saw. Pavi hadn't seen the man in a very long time but neither would forget each other, this was one of the few people in the world that Pavi had ever threatened.

The man was sitting and reading through a patient's file and looked up surprised when he saw Pavi.

"Mister Largo, it's nice to see you." he said. The man was getting old and his hair had a lot of gray in it.

"Hello, how are-a you?" asked Pavi, being polite. He was still beyond grateful towards this man and forever would be. This was the man who had performed the surgery that saved Luigi's life, replacing his heart. This man had also been the one called to help Pavi when the accident that happened to his face took place.

"I'm good. Frankly I'm a bit surprised to see you. How may I help you today?" asked the doctor. Pavi took a seat.

"You-a remember when-a my father and brother spoke to-a you about fixing my-a face?"

"Yes. You were very adamant about it not happening so it didn't. Our talks stopped quite early. Why?"

"I've thought-a about it-a more. What could you-a do to make me look like-a I used to?" asked Pavi. The doctor smiled.

"There are numerous different types of procedures I could do. How about you tell me exactly what you're wanting to happen and I'll tell you if I can do it?"

"Well...I-a want to have-a real skin on-a my face, but that's-a mine. I want to-a look like-a me again. I want it to-a be-a as real as-a possible." said Pavi. The doctor nodded and thought about it.

"Well, this may be easier and more possible than you think. There's an experimental procedure I could do that would be exactly what you're asking for and more. By taking just a small sample of your skin cells, I can fix your face. I can fill in the gaps, so to speak, that the acid left. It won't take long to heal and it will be real skin on your face again."

"What-a are the-a risks?"

"The first risk is always that it just won't work, but that's a very very small risk. This is in no way life threatening to you and it can't make anything worse. For it to work though, the main trade off is why most people say no."

"Which-a is?" asked Pavi, worried again.

"Well, for the skin to properly attach again and begin to grow and stay healthy, we can't use Zydrate at all. Zydrate numbs the nerves and won't allow the skin to attach properly. We can use older pain relievers that are a bit weaker. We can use Morphine for the surgery and the first twenty four hours of recovery. Once we let you go, we'll have prescriptions for you." said the doctor, watching Pavi's response. Pavi thought about it for a few seconds, that wasn't too bad of a tradeoff at all.

"Is there-a anything else?"

"Not big things. I'm aware that a few years ago you had a radioactive surgery that eliminated hair growth everywhere but your scalp. You won't be able to do that for your face, you'll have to stick to shaving with a razor. That's really it, to be honest."

"Hair will-a actually grow-a again?"

"Yes." said the doctor. Pavi smiled.

"What about-a where the-a clasps for my-a masks have been? Will they-a be a problem?"

"Not at all." replied the doctor. Pavi sighed, fully thinking about what he was about to do. He was still scared about it but kept thinking of what Luigi had told him and the look in Erin's eyes when he promised he would do this.

"Okay. When-a can we-a start?" asked Pavi.

Xxxxxx

Luigi sipped his coffee as he walked down the hall, walking a little slower than usual. He found himself a little relieved that he wasn't in a rush for anything and could take his time. Turning to his hallway, he walked over to a window and glanced out.

Company workers had already disposed of the bodies and were now hosing the blood and brains off the street. There was still no one on the street or sidewalk, it seemed his antics had scared everyone away. He smirked and continued walking down the hall.

Reaching his room, he opened the door and walked in. Lisa glanced up from her magazine as she sat in the chair.

"Where'd she go?" he asked, not seeing Shilo.

"She's in the shower." replied Lisa. He suddenly felt giddy as a schoolboy and listened for the sound of water running with a smile. Lisa briefly looked at him and shook her head as she chuckled silently, then cleared her throat and got up.

"Now where are you going?" he asked, looking at her again.

"I think it's best I leave now, unless you need anything." she said, walking to the open door. He caught on to what she meant by the look on her face and rolled his eyes.

"Oh hardy har. And yes, I do need you. Get me a pizza, all meat." he said, waving her off. She laughed and left.

He shook his head, grabbed the tv remote, and sat down in the armchair she'd just vacated. He went to the movie menu and began looking through to see what he wanted to watch, wondering if he should pick something suggestive.

Before he'd even been able to decide on anything, his attention was completely snapped to the bathroom as he heard the shower turn off. He just stared at the bathroom door, listening to her step out. Trying to picture her drying off and getting dressed.

He was pleasantly snapped out of the daze when the bathroom door actually opened and she slightly stepped out in just her towel, thinking that it was still just Lisa that was present.

"So, I was wonder-" she began, then stopped as she saw Luigi staring at her. She involuntarily squeaked and quickly turned back into the bathroom, swinging the door shut so fast that it slammed.

He cleared his throat and picked his jaw off the floor, slowly turning his attention back to the tv. Or at least trying to.

As the door slammed behind her, she nearly apologised for it. She didn't need to look into the mirror to know the shade of her face resembled a cherry. She'd never been so embarrassed in her life. She repeatedly mentally kicked herself for assuming that it was only Lisa in the other room.

He sat in the chair, not really reading movie titles anymore. She'd slammed the door a few minutes ago and would likely have been out of the bathroom by now if that hadn't just happened. He wanted to go knock on the door and tell her it was fine to come out or something but didn't know how to go about it.

He began to tap the arm of his chair in an almost impatient way. Finally, he decided he couldn't take the awkward silence anymore.

"You know, you could come out now. It's not like that bothered me." he said.

She heard him and sighed, slowly taking off the towel and getting dressed. As she did so, a bit of annoyance nagged at her from his statement.

"Maybe it bothered me." she said, raising her voice enough so that he could hear her through the bathroom door.

"Why? It's not that big of a deal." she heard him reply as she pulled on her final piece of clothing. She opened the door again and raised her eyebrows at him.

"To you, maybe. To me, it is." she said, unconsciously placing her hands on her hips. He watched her and chuckled, earning a slight glare.

"Why? Why is it a big deal to you? You didn't walk out here stark naked, you had a towel on." he said.

"It's a big deal to me because I'm new to this. I've never been that exposed around a man in this situation. Try to understand."

"I have been understanding. How about you stand in my shoes for once? I've been nothing but understanding."

"What do you mean stand in your shoes?"

"I mean, look at it from my point of view. You are the only woman I've ever had a...romantic interest in that I've given this much space and decision making to. You think any other woman in my life got to soley decide when we finally had sex? No, and you're not the first virgin for me either." he said.

"So that's all this is about to you? Sex?" she asked. He sighed and growled in frustration before standing up.

"No, that's not all this is about. If it was, we'd have done it already. I thought I'd just explained that. I'm giving you this much space and the ability to decide because I care on a deeper level than just sex. I figured that was obvious, woman."

"Then why are you making a fuss about sex right now?"

"I'm not, you are. And I think I can make a fuss now. I think I've been a good boy, I'm allowed to vent about this if I want to."

"I thought we talked about this." she said.

"Holy fuck, we did. I'm not forcing you to do anything, I'm just bitching about it. There's no harm in that. I'm not a completely shallow bastard, but I am a man that has needs."

"Well, if those needs are so damn controlling, there's plenty of GenTerns wandering around." she said cooly. He ran a tense hand through his hair.

"You are pushing me dangerously close to a major fucking melt down right now." he said, through clenched teeth.

"All I did was make a suggestion to help your bitching." she said, not caring about the effect the words leaving her mouth might have.

"I don't want a fucking GenTern, I don't care about the GenTerns. I want you because I care about you. I did not once fucking say that we absolutely had to do this now cause I can't fucking control myself. All I'm doing, is presenting my case to you in hopes that you'll understand where I'm coming from."

"And where's that?"

"A place where my head is about to explode, all my muscles tense up with self control, my brain tortures me by playing out naughty scenarios, my chest pains with longing, and my balls ache. That's the place I'm coming from. Happy with the picture I've painted?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Real classy picture, I must say. Especially that last part."

"Do you have any idea how torturous last night was for me? To be in Heaven but suffering Hell at the same time? You even told me at one point, due to the alcohol, to try something but I didn't. Even though every fiber of my being wanted me to, I refused. You wanna know why?"

"Why?" she asked, her expression changing as he spoke.

"Because you'd have hated me forever for it and I can't have that happen. And even if you didn't end up hating me, you'd hate yourself and I can't have that happen either. If all I cared about between you and I was sex, you'd have lost your virginity last night and been too drunk to ever remember it happening."

"Okay, sorry for jumping to conclusions." she said, softly.

"All I'm saying right now, is that this is really fucking hard for me. It makes me frustrated, tense, stressed, and my temper gets worse without sex. That's not just me, either. That's every man, and also every woman who's had sex. I'm not trying to push you, I'm just saying that the longer we wait the harder this gets for me in every way." he said, his voice also softer than before. She sighed.

"Okay. I'm not saying I'm ready, I just...I'll try to be ready sooner. This is a huge life experience though, please remember that for my sake."

"I have been." he replied.

"I know. Sorry to change the subject but, are you hungry at all?" she asked, feeling her stomach growl.

"Yeah, I just told Lisa to go get a pizza. All meat pizza is good with you right?"

"Yeah, that sounds great. Probably good for you to get some food in you too."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, confused.

"Well, with that growl you had a few moments ago I was certain you were about to transform. I figure it's best you feed the beast." she said, he scowled.

"Don't tempt me." he said, sitting down on his bed. She walked over and sat down next to him, watching him return to flipping through movies.

"Don't tempt you to what? Turn into the wolfman?" she asked.

"Don't tempt me to eat you, because apparently you're still not ready for that." he said, not looking at her. Shock covered her face and she hit his arm.

"Luigi!" she said, astounded that he'd said that. He just smirked in reply, still reading through movie titles.

"You know, techincally, that's not sex. That's a sexual act, as many things are, but that's not fully sex. But, I'm sure it's still not allowed." he teased, after a moment of silence.

"Are you trying to convince me to perform and condone inappropriate acts?"

"Absolutely." he said, before she could reply a knock sounded at the door. A moment after the knock, the door opened and Lisa came in with their pizza. She set it on the bar and walked back out of the room, shutting the door behind herself.

"Now, what were we talking about?" he asked, looking at Shilo.

"We were having a conversation that can be finished after eating."

"I thought that's what we were talking about." he said, a mischieveous smirk on his face. She glared at him.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it." she said before getting up and going over to the bar. She heard him laughing at her as he followed, slightly making her blood boil but maybe not completely in a manner of fury.

She watched him snag a piece of the pizza and take a huge bite out of it as he sat down next to her. As she began to eat a piece herself, her stomach rumbling in appreciation, he turned to her.

"So, feel like just laying around and watching movies? I'm free for the rest of the day." he said. She swallowed her bite of pizza before answering.

"That actually sounds like an almost better idea than the pizza." she said. He laughed again.

"Yeah, side effect of alcohol and hangovers. Both seem to make you crave breakfast food or pizza. Unless that's just me." he said, shrugging.

"No, I don't think it's just you." she said.

They spent the next ten minutes in silence, devouring the pizza. Once it was gone, he walked behind the bar and mixed himself a drink that involved several of the liquer bottles and some soda.

"What do you want to drink?" he asked.

"Anything that is alcohol free." she said, he laughed.

"Ah, renouncing the poison I take it?" he asked, opening up his fridge.

"Hell yes. I don't ever wanna have a morning like today's again."

"You'll change your mind, trust me. Regular cola okay?"

"Just fine." she said, taking the can of soda from him. He walked around the bar and back over to his bed. Sitting down, he took his shoes and socks off while watching her come join him. Untucking his shirt and unbuttoning it a bit, he returned to looking through movie titles.

"What do you wanna watch?" he asked.

"Oh, we should definitely watch The Notebook." she replied. He stopped scrolling through movies and stared at her.

"Do I look like I have a vagina?" he asked, giving her a condescending look.

"It's a good movie." she protested.

"It's a creation for lonely women to masturbate while staring at a shirtless Ryan Gosling." he argued, she laughed and raised her arms in surrender.

"Okay, geeze. What kind of movies do you like to watch?"

"Um, lots of kinds of movies. Crime movies, war movies, and horror movies are my favourites."

"Okay then. What's the first movie that pops into your mind?"

"Saw." he replied.

"What?"

"It's a horror movie."

"What's it about?"

"A guy who kidnaps people, puts them in torture traps and they have to try and get out of them through suffering something horrific."

"Oh, charming." she replied sarcastically, he sighed.

"Here's a deal, I pick one movie and you pick the next."

"Hm, I agree as long as I pick the first movie." she bargained.

"As long as your choice isn't The Notebook."

"Deal."

"So what's your choice?" he asked.

"The Titanic."

"Ah, fuck. You're killing me, Shi. Fine." he grudgingly agreed. He picked the movie and started it, moving back on the bed and getting comfortable leaning against the pillows. She followed him, keeping a modest space between them.

He saw this, rolled his eyes, and pulled her closer. She felt her nerves get fluttery but let him anyway, liking the feel of his arm around her. She decided to just go along with it and get used to this, resting her head against his chest.

His hand slid down and rested on her hip, she nearly said something but decided against it. As nervous as she was, a big part of her ached to experience that kind of intimacy. She rested her hand on his stomach and tried to turn her attention to the movie.

He noticed her slight tension then relaxation, knowing what she was doing. Watching her instead of the movie, he tried to ignore the ideas he was getting. It was proving to be more difficult than he'd imagined.

Wanting to just see where it would go, he decided to test boundaries. He gingerly snuck his fingers just under her shirt.

She felt what he did and even though her nerves started twitching again, she let him. Noticing her skin break out in goosebumps as his hand slowly crawled its way up her shirt. His hand moved up and his fingers just brushed the bottom of her breast, then moved back down.

He pulled his hand out of her shirt and rested it on her waist, just barely pushing his fingers past the waistband of her pants.

"Back to what I said earlier, there's other things we can do besides flat out sex." he said softly.

"I...I don't know." she whispered in reply as her nerves began to get the best of her.

"Just trust me." he replied, edging his hand into her pants. He leaned his head down as she looked up at him and buried his face in her neck. He gently nipped at the soft spot under her ear, causing her nervousness to turn into anticipation as shivers ran down her spine.

She thought her heart might explode from rapid pulse as his hand slowly made its way down to where she was wet, resting there. Her hand squeezed his shirt as he lightly began to rub her entrance.

"Luigi..." she muttered.

"What?" he asked softly.

"Don't stop." she whispered, he nearly lost control of himself when she said that. He smiled against her neck and rolled her unto her back, keeping his hand where it was. Then, he pulled his head back and rested his forehead against hers.

Watching her face closely, he slowly pushed a finger inside her. She gasped and her hands clutched his arm and back in response. He easily found her clit and began to rub it, earning moans of pleasure from her.

She didn't know how to describe the feeling other than new and amazing. She wasn't even fully sure as to what he was doing but it felt so good. Without conscious decision or knowing what to do, her hips began to move with his hand.

He stopped for a brief moment to push another finger in, then going right back to her clit. He could tell by her movements and the look on her face that she was getting very close to her first orgasm. Just before it hit, she let out a moan that made him stop. The sound of it went right through him, stopping at causing arousal in his groin.

Not knowing exactly what was about to happen but feeling something big building up towards explosion, she bucked her hips when he stopped which got his hand moving again. Barely a second later she felt it all throughout her body as she had her first orgasm.

He stared into her eyes as she hit it, crying out his name. He pinched her clit tightly between his two fingers during her orgasm, making it even better for her. Once the aftershocks passed, he pulled his fingers out and kissed her hungrily.

As she kissed back, she started undoing his pants with somewhat shakey hands. He broke their kiss in shock and stared down at her, she didn't stop.

When his hands started moving to her pants again, she grabbed them and stopped him. He looked at her in confusion.

"Just trust me." she breathed, throwing his own words back at him. He smiled, sighed, and leaned back a bit. She opened up his pants and hesitantly eased his erection out. Figuring she'd gone past the point of being able to blush this evening, she acted as though this wasn't that big of a deal.

Tightly wrapping her hands around it, she started stroking it. He groaned in pleasure and let his head fall back onto a pillow. Generally, this wouldn't be enough to earn that response from him. However, having just gone through such a lack of any sexaul contact, it wouldn't take much tonight.

He began to bump his hips in time with her strokes, breathing heavily. It was only a few more minutes before he let himself go, grunting loudly. Reaching his orgasm and coming on the quilt and part of his pantleg. He didn't care though as total relaxation and ecstasy hit every inch of his body, all tenseness and frustration gone.

She watched in wonder and amusement as he almost seemed like a different person, becoming so calm and relaxed. Before she could say anything he grabbed her and pulled her down into a deep kiss. She broke the kiss and lay on her back next to him as he rolled onto his.

After a couple silent moments, he sat up and took his pants off. Placing himself back into his boxers and tossing his stained pants onto the floor. Then, he pulled the quilt out from under the both of them and tossed that onto the floor as well. Taking off his shirt, that followed the other fabrics.

Laying back down in just his boxers, he sighed and looked at her. She was glowing from her own release and just looked so beautiful because of it. He watched her take off her sweatpants so that she was just in underwear and a short sleeve shirt.

"How?" he breathed, referring to the fact that she completely surprised him by doing what she did.

"I'm not completely ignorant." she said, giving him a small mischieveous smile. He couldn't not smile back. As they both climbed under the bedsheet, she scooted closer and lay her head on his chest again.

"Have I told you that I love you yet?" he asked softly, still smiling. She felt her heart skip a beat as she listened to his mechanical one literally tick.

"Not yet, no." she replied.

"Well, I do." he said, she smiled surprised at how happy that simple statement made her.

"I love you too." she said, feeling as though she truly did mean those words. He smiled and closed his eyes, feeling exhaustion starting to take over, briefly kissing her forehead before letting himself start to fall asleep.

She lightly trailed a finger along part of one of the scars on his chest until she heard him lightly snoring. Not wanting to wake him up, she stopped and turned her attention back to the movie for the first time since it started. Smiling again, she closed her own eyes and let her exhaustion take over.

She fell asleep not long after that.

*(alright, I know that most of that chapter was Luigi/Shilo stuff...I felt the need to return to them, I felt like I'd left them out a little bit the past few chapters. Please leave me a review!

next chapter I'll be going back to everyone else again.)*