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

Erin: I'm happy you're emotionally attached...It gives me power. MUAHAHAHAHAHA. Okay. Thank you, again...you make me so proud of myself. Victory. Fucking victory. I made you feel bad for Amber through words. Do you have any idea what an accomplishment that is? Fuck yes. Thank you again. Luigi isn't good at holding in emotions. He's the worst fucking person in the world for that. Anyone who remotely knows him would know that. You had to know shit was gonna go down again soon. It's inevitable. Oh don't worry...there will be blood. Very fucking soon. You'll like this fight, which sounds wierd because I know how you feel but you will like this fight. See, Carmella is slowly easing her way back. It's taking time and a lot of pain but it will happen, it's in motion. The fact that tears were filling your eyes makes me so happy. Am I a sadist? Hm, oh well. Mental hugs are gratiously returned! You will fucking love this chapter because it will be the very last thing you expected to happen. I promise. Shit is getting real. Graves will be back a little bit and some heavy shit is about to go down. Thank you for your review...I'm literally hyperventialting til your next one!

Author Note: I'll try bringing Graves back in this chapter...I really hope he won't seem misplaced or uneeded.

GeneCo: Sustaining the Genetic Opera

Chapter: Starting A War

She ignored him still, which nearly set him off.

"Hey!" he shouted, she finally looked at him. Glared at him would be a better description.

"I'm trying to cool off, let me." she replied, her voice firm.

"Fuck that. Let it out. No point holding this shit in, you'll just stay angry. We could die tomorrow and you'd die pissed off at me, I don't want that." he replied, his voice loud but not shouting anymore. She stood and threw the tv remote at the wall a few feet to his left, he raised his eyebrows at her.

"I don't know when we'll die but I'm sure I'll be pissed off at you for something else even then." she snarled.

"And?!" he shouted.

"What you did at dinner was inexcusable! You saying those things to your sister was one thing, something that I don't have a say in even though it was wrong! That's all fine. But you yelling at me like that was not okay! You didn't know what the fuck I was gonna say but you made me stop anyway! That's not how you treat people you care about!" she shouted, letting all her frustration out.

"Anything else!?" he shouted, sounding angry.

"Yeah! You're an arrogant prick!" she shouted, getting her final bit of real anger out with an insult.

"That it?!" he shouted.

"Yes!" she shouted back, waiting for his explosion.

"Good. Wanna go see a movie tomorrow?" he asked, his voice normal again. She had to shake her head and blink a few times.

"What?" she asked, utterly lost.

"It's a yes or no answer." he replied, looking like he was about to smile.

"Where the Hell did that come from? I thought we were fighting." she said, completely calmed down now through confusion.

"I asked if you wanted to fight, you never answered me."

"Okay, one: you're an ass. Two: then what was all the shouting about?"

"I figured I'd let you vent it all out, I really wasn't angry. Feel better, right?" he asked, putting his hands in his pockets

"I guess so, yeah. I kinda hate you right now." she said, putting her hands on her hips. He laughed, which made her smile whether she wanted to or not.

"Pavi's surgery went well. Just wait til you see him tomorrow." he said unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it on the floor as he kicked off his shoes.

"Oh, I totally forgot!" she exclaimed, facepalming.

"That happens when you're angry."

"You'd know."

"I would." he said, tossing his socks to the side after battling to get them off. She watched him then started laughing, earning a confused half glare from him.

"What's your fucking malfunction?" he asked.

"I appreciate the strip tease. I particularly liked the part where you hopped on one foot and nearly fell over while trying to take your sock off. Classy." she said, appearing proud of her own wit.

"Aw, someone thinks they're funny." he said in a teasing tone, approaching her.

"Really? Who?" she asked as he reached her. Before he could answer, a thought crossed her mind and she decided to act upon it. Reaching out to his stomach, she started to tickle his sides. He stepped back quickly, glaring at her.

"No." was all he said. She started laughing.

"Oh my god, you're ticklish."

"I'm not fucking ticklish and you're not doing that again."

"That's so adorable." she said, teasing him further as she laughed.

"I swear to God, I'm not above punching a woman in the face." he said, his expression dead serious. This only made her laugh harder.

"Is your neck ticklish too?" she asked between laughs.

"I don't think you heard me. I will punch you in the face. Hard." he replied, acting as though this was a matter of life and death. She tried to stop laughing and calm herself down, not able to remember the last time she laughed like this.

"Okay, okay. I'll be good." she said, restraining herself to just giggles.

"You'd fucking better." he said. She cleared her throat and stopped giggling, still smirking though.

"I said I would." she replied, holding her hands up in surrender. He seemed satisfied and approached again, leaning down to her and pressing his lips against hers. She pressed back eagerly but couldn't refrain from attempting to tickle him again.

He caught her hands, breaking the kiss, and pushed her onto her back with her arms pinned above her head.

"I knew you were gonna do that." he said, smirking. Her smirk had fallen away though, not replaced with fear, but replaced with desire that made him realise just how intimate they were at the moment. His smirk dropping, he leaned down to connect his lips to hers.

She pressed back eagerly, her hands unbuttoning his shirt.

Xxxxxx

Graverobber sat in the alley outside GeneCo, counting the minutes. If Amber was going to pick up some Zydrate it would be in the next five minutes or she knew she'd have to search for him. That's how they worked. He hadn't seen her in days, which confused him.

Then again, he figured she could just be sneaking some from the company. He'd thought Luigi picked up on that stuff better than Rotti had but perhaps he was wrong. The eldest Largo had a lot on his plate at the moment anyway, far more than Graves remembered Rotti ever having to deal with. He was shaken out of his thoughts by several people heading his way. From the sound of their steps splashing in the puddles, they were wearing combat boots but were walking briskly which meant they weren't cops.

To Graves, this meant these folks were either part of the Neo-Nazi gang that he'd had trouble with on and off over the years or they were part of the Rebellion. It sounded as though there were three of them, none were speaking. He briefly wished he still had Owen working with him so that if this turned into a fight, he'd for certain get out alive.

One hand secretly on the hidden pocket knife he kept, he put on his business smile as the small group came into view.

"Can I help any of you gentleman?" he asked, relaxing as he saw none of them were part of the Nazi gang. They must be part of the Rebellion. If the Largos had offered a reward for information about the Rebels, he might have turned them in. But no, offering rewards wasn't Luigi's thing. So screw it.

"We're not interested in drugs, thanks." answered one of them. They walked past him and to the Worker's Exit. One of the men gazed at his wrist and counted down, stopping when a uniformed man walked out. It was a GeneCo electrician. The other two Rebels grabbed the electrician, pinched a pressure point behind his neck, and gently lowered his unconscious body to the ground.

Graves didn't like this, not at all. He had a bad feeling in his gut. He stood up.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" Graves asked them, making his deep voice sound as authoritive as possible. They stopped and looked at him.

"It's none of your business. Unless you'd like to meet a more permanent sleep than this man at my feet, turn your head and ignore us." said the man who'd been counting time. Graverobber still felt that bad feeling in his gut but now faced a dilemma. Did he try to stop these guys and get himself killed for a family that didn't like him anyway? Or did he walk away and probably hear in a few minutes that they'd been killed?

Graves did what he always did best in scary situations. He put himself first. Taking his hand off his knife and raising both his arms in a gesture of surrender.

"Alright, whatever." he said, backing away. He turned around and walked, turning down a side street and crossing the main road. He settled in an alley where he knew he'd get rich customers and could subconsciously keep an eye on the front of the GeneCo building.

He felt a bit of guilt nagging at the back of his mind as a fidgeting man warily approached him but ignored it.

Xxxxxx

Lisa was chatting with the janitor near the front desk, having known Earl for a long time. The old man always had good stories and was someone who could always cheer her up. She wasn't in a bad mood, she was just bored.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw two raggedy men march up to the front desk.

"Can I help you two?" asked the secretary, hesitantly as she looked them up and down.

"We're leaders of the Rebellion. We are here to discuss a truce with the Largos. We will only speak with the three siblings present." said the man on the left. Lisa and the janitor stopped talking immediately as the secretary looked to Lisa with a shocked expression.

"I'll go get him." said Lisa, rushing to the elevator.

Xxxxxx

Shilo was pushing his shirt off of his shoulders, feeling more ready for this than she'd expected herself to. He was sliding his hands down her body and leaning back down to kiss her again when urgent knocking sounded at the door. They both froze and Luigi growled in annoyance.

"Fuck off!" he shouted, burying his face in Shilo's neck. The knocking continued.

"I think it's an emergency." muttered Shilo. He nuzzled her neck and she subconsciously tightened her legs around him.

"I don't care right now." he mumbled, kissing her neck. The knocking continued.

"What if someone's hurt?" asked Shilo. He sighed, then detangled himself from her and got off the bed.

"Someone is gonna be dead if this isn't fucking important." he shouted, flinging open his door.

Lisa took in the sight of him and slightly regretted having to bother him. Because of that and the fact that he looked really pissed off.

"Two men claiming to be leaders of the Rebellion are downstairs. They're demanding to speak with you about a truce or something." she said, quickly.

"What?" he asked, not expecting that at all.

"They want to speak with you, Pavi, and Amber. If they don't get to, they'll leave."

"Fucking A." he sighed, running his hand through his already tousled hair. He started buttoning his shirt again and starting to tuck it back in his pants.

"Pavi can't, he needs to sleep. Go get Owen, he'll take his place for this. If Amber gives you shit, let me know. We all meet in my office. I'll have the Rebels sent up when I'm ready for them." said Luigi walking back into his room and pulling his socks on before slipping his shoes back on as well.

Shilo was sitting up, watching him.

"What's going on?" she asked, watching him tie his shoes.

"The Rebels are here to talk to me. Something about a truce. I think it's bullshit but I guess we'll see. Owen, Amber, and I are meeting in my office to talk to them." he explained.

"Can I come? This should be interesting."

"Absolutely not." he replied, standing up straight.

"Why not?"

"Because. What if they've got someone on an opposite building with a fucking rocket launcher or something? It's just safer if you're here. I feel better with you here."

"Oh, but it's okay for you to be there if that's happening?"

"Listen, woman, it's my job. Now quit arguing with me and stay here." he said, walking to the door. She sighed.

"Fine. Please be careful." she replied, sounding defeated. She knew she wouldn't win this argument.

"I'll be fine." he said, walking out and shutting the door behind himself.

Xxxxxx

Fifteen minutes later found Luigi, Owen, and Amber in his office. Amber was giving her brother the evil eye as much as possible, still angry with him, and Owen just looked tired.

"We got a game plan or something?" asked Owen, yawning and stretching again.

"Why would we need a game plan? And why do you smell like sex?" asked Luigi, feeling slight de ja vu as he asked that.

"Probably because I just had sex."

"Let me rephrase. Why do you smell like sex when you're capable of putting on cologne or showering?" asked Luigi, Owen shrugged.

"We gonna call those jackasses in here or what? I'd like to get this over with." snarled Amber.

"Look here, bitch. There's more going on right now and more important matters at hand than your hurt feelings." snarled Luigi, in response.

"Fuck you. Do your fucking job and let's get this shit over with." replied Amber, her tone ice cold. Luigi opened his mouth to snarl a reply but stopped in confusion when Owen leaned across the desk. The young man pressed the button on the phone.

"Go ahead and send them in, Katie." said Owen, then he let go of the button and sat back down. His aunt and father stared at him for a moment, Owen shrugged and raised his eyebrows.

Before more could be said, the elevator doors opened and two men walked in. The Largos all stood, except for Amber. She just turned on the couch to look over the back of it while Owen leaned against the desk. Luigi walked around them and up to the Rebels.

"Now, what is it you fuckheads want exactly?" he asked them.

"A little unfriendly for a truce agreement, Mister Largo. Where's your brother?" asked the man on the right.

"He just had a surgery and is unable to attend our little pep ralley. What do you want?"

"It's not about what we want, Largo. It's about what you want."

"What the fuck's that supposed to mean?"

"For example. Do you want your island to burn to the ground as the people take control back or do you want to live peacefully by simply giving it back?" asked the man. Luigi flat out started laughing in his face.

"You know...I'm aware that some people are dropped on the floor as a baby but you were obviously tossed in the air, hit by the ceiling fan, and flung out the window." replied Luigi, chuckling.

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked the other man. Owen had been paying attention to the conversation until the elevator dinged open again and some electrician walked in. Something just wasn't right. He started to move towards his father but as soon as he got around the couch, all Hell broke loose.

The electrician said "Drop." and the two Rebels did exactly that. The electrician pulled out a 9mm pistol and opened fire, spraying bullets as he swung his arm from right to left. He did this until another gun when off and a bullet lodged itself in his face, busting his skull open between the bridge of his nose and an eye socket as he dropped to the ground.

Blood sprayed all over the Rebels that were on the ground and Luigi's chest. Luigi turned and glanced at Owen who seemed to be putting all his weight on one leg and wincing as he held his revolver in his hand, the barrel still smoking. The chairs, couch, and desk all had bullet holes in them.

Luigi looked at the two men that had dropped to the ground, they were slowly becoming aware of what had happened and were now too afraid to move.

Luigi blinked for a second, trying to register why he felt pressure in his shoulder until it started to burn in pain. He looked and started laughing as he saw the hole in himself that was spurting out blood.

"You had me shot. You fucking shot me." he chuckled, wondering if it was shock that was making him find this funny.

The door to the room his guards and some GenTerns stayed in during work hours slammed open and the armed guards ran in as did several GenTerns. The GenTerns ran to all of them, two heading for Luigi. He pushed them away and they knew better than to go back.

"You're even dumber than I thought. I want their prints taken. I want to know everything about these three idiots and who all their living family members are." rambled Luigi, his guards took their wallets and proceeded to do this.

Luigi leaned down and yanked both of the Rebels up by their hair, one at a time since he only used one hand.

"I want these two taken to our floating billboard, right now. I want you to get some rope, and I want both of these cuntbags hanged where everyone can see them. Do it slowly so they strangle instead of having their necks break. You came here for a truce and started a fucking war, I hope you're proud." snalred Luigi, right in their faces. They were too terrified and startled that it all fell apart so fast to say anything back.

Someone grabbed Luigi and spun him around to face them. It was Lisa and she had a tearstreaked face.

"Listen to me, right now. You need to let me take care of your shoulder, I don't know what was hit and I won't let you bleed to death in this office." she said, forcing calmness in her voice.

"I'm fine, it's nothin, I-" he started to argue. She shook him, startling him completely.

"That's not everything, damn it! Owen was hit in the leg and they're taking him into emergency surgery, they can't tell if an artery was hit or not. Amber got hit more than once, they already took her out of here and aren't sure if she'll make it." explained Lisa. She watched his realisation take place as his expression went from shock, to fear, to fury.

"Go sit down." he said, his voice scaring her.

"Luigi-" she started to argue, he shoved her away with his right arm, ignoring when she fell and turned back to the Rebels.

"Hurting me is one thing, you hurt my family. That was your plan all along, wasn't it? Take us all out? Either of you married? No." he said, reading their expressions.

"Have siblings? Children? I'm gonna take a yes on both of those from the fear you're showing. Fear is a Hell of a thing isn't it? Ha." he started chuckling.

"Please, please we-" one of the men started to argue. Luigi grabbed him by the throat and started squeezing on his windpipe. He got right in the man's face, making sure to look at the other one as well while he spoke.

"One little bullet doesn't hurt me. Unlike you fucks, I'm a tough man. But you managed to put bullets in my sister and my son. My blood, my family, two of the very few fucking people I actually love. Do you know what that means, either of you?" he asked them.

Both men slowly, fearfully shook their heads.

"Good, cause I'm gonna tell you anyway. This means that not only has a war begun, but my vengeance will take place. Your siblings, your children, I will paint these fucking office walls with their blood. I will laugh when they cry and beg. I will smile when the life leaves their eyes. I will hang what's left of them next to your bodies for all the peasants to see. But before they die, I will be certain they know why they have to feel this pain and why they have to die. That it's your fault. That the reason they have to feel my fury, my rage, what I can do, is all your fault." snarled Luigi, letting go of the man he'd been choking and glaring in both of their faces. He stepped back after a moment, suddenly feeling light headed. The guards dragged the men out of his office.

Before Luigi could reach a chair, he fell down. Lisa dropped down next to him, sitting on the step behind the couch. Without saying a word to him, she ripped open his shirt, pulled it off his shoulder and started assessing what was hit.

He sat there, letting her work.

"Holy fuck you're lucky as all Hell." she sighed, cleaning the wound as best she could while also trying to stop the bleeding.

"How?" he heard himself ask.

"It missed the main arteries and veins. The only healing that needs done is skin, tissue, and some muscle."

"I can't feel it anymore."

"You're in shock, you've probably been in shock for the last ten minutes. I'm surprised you didn't collapse earlier." she said, applying bandages now. They sat in silence for a moment, Luigi suddenly feeling very tired.

"I'm sorry I shoved you." he heard himself mumble as she finished bandaging his shoulder and pulled his shirt back up. She didn't say anything, she just pulled him into a hug. It took him a moment to realise she was hugging him, but once he did, he swung his right arm around and awkwardly hugged back.

"I need to get to...to see if...I need to go see Owen and Amber." he said, letting go of her and moving to get up.

"Luigi, you can't. You-" she started, he got up anyway.

"Listen, I need to. It's not a matter of if I can or can't. I have to." he argued.

"Then I'm walking with you to make sure you don't fall over." she said. He nodded briefly before starting to leave.

Xxxxxx

Graves watched his latest buyer stumble into a cab and then glanced back up at the GeneCo building. As he gazed at the building, he saw sudden flashes of light where Luigi Largo's office would be. Occompanying these flashes were the faint sounds of gunshots.

"Oh fuck." mumbled Graves. He left where he was, trying to figure out if he should go into hiding or find another spot to watch and see if he could find out what had happened.

Xxxxxx

Shilo had left the room and was down in the lobby, sitting at the bar. The bartender was one of the only regular staff members still down there other than the secretary. He was making her a drink that he thought she'd like due to her descriptions of what she thought would be good.

"You know, I knew your mother and father quite well." he said, mixing the drink. Shilo gave him her full attention at that moment.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes. Your mother more so. She was a very wonderful woman. Very beautiful, kind, caring, could always see the good in people. Your father was only here once before she passed away. After she was gone, he became a much more private man. He'd have conversations with me but they were always very censored. He never gave away much about himself or how life was treating him. I liked him, though. I liked them both quite a lot." he said, setting the drink down in front of her.

"Sounds like Dad was the same to everyone, then. I always wondered how different he was when Mom was still around. He was like that with me even. Probably still more open than with you but still kept a lot to himself." she said, starting to severely miss him again.

"He was a good man, regardless of what he did. Always remember that. He was very smart, very loving. They were good for each other and were grateful for what they got to have. That's what's important." he said, seeing her sadness. She got the message and smiled at him.

"Thanks. I wish I'd have gotten to know Mom. She was nice to everyone, huh?"

"Mostly everyone."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she was kind to Rotti even after they had their messy break up. She always liked Pavi and Carmella, as Amber was known back then. The one person I saw her have issues with was Luigi. She didn't get along very well with him." he said. Shilo stared at him.

"Really? Fantastic." she replied, sarcastically. The bartender chuckled.

"Ironically enough, Luigi was the only Largo that your father ever actually got along with. The two seemed to always understand each other well. Don't take it to heart. How your parents got along with someone doesn't decide how you will. Just an intersting little fact, is all." he replied.

Shilo started to think about what he'd said but never got to finish doing such. Two stretchers rushed out of the elevator and past the bar towards the hospital. It looked as though Amber was on one of them and she for sure saw Owen on the other. She dropped her glass and grabbed one of the guards behind Owen.

"What happened?" she demanded.

"The Rebels. One of them snuck in armed and shot up the office. It was an assassination attempt. I've gotta go, Ma'am." he said, politely moving her aside and rushing back to follow the stretchers.

*(okay...there's that. I had this planned to happen eventually and randomly decided today to have it happen now. I think it works out. Let me know what you think. Please leave a review. Thanks for reading.

Erin:...I kinda hope you don't cry, yet I also kinda hope you do. We shall see.)*