• Repo: The Heartless Opera


    Summary: this is based on the musical “Repo: The Genetic Opera”. Sora [Shilo] is only getting sicker as he get older, constantly under the care of Namine [Nathan], his mother. But when Riku [Rotti] steps in to get revenge on Namine for stealing his love Marluxia [Marni], Sora can’t help but follow, trying to get the cure to his disease.

    Disclaimer: I don’t own Kingdom Hearts or Repo: The Genetic Opera. The songs are their, but with a few variations. You should rally see the movie, it’s awesome

    CHAPTER 1: I’M INFECTED

    Namine steps into the room, pulling back the plastic covering her child’s bed. “Sora, wake up. You have to take your medicine.” she said, softly shaking his arm. Sora’s eyes squinted open, taking in the light. “Mom? I had this dream. There was this red headed grave digger and I was outside and…”” Sora, calm down. It was just a dream.” she interrupted. Sora shook his head, looking down. “no, I could see the dead all piled on each other. It was real.” he said. Namine ignored him, taking his arm and checking his pulse. “you forgot to take your medicine last night. That probably caused some-”” I didn’t dream it!! It was real!!” he shouted. Namine stepped from under the plastic covering, looking at her son. “you almost died!!!! You scare me to death!” she shouted. Sora’s eyes widen, looking down at his hands. “I’m… I’m sorry mom. I guess it was a dream.” he said. He walked next to his mom, hugging her. “I’m sorry I scared you like that.” he said. She sighed, putting her arms around him. “it’s not your fault. That same heart condition that took your father away from us has been passed down to you. He would have been so proud.” she said. She looked up at the picture and smiled. “just like I am. I’ll find your cure one day Sora. But until then, you have to remember to take your medicine.” she warned. Sora nodded. Namine took a vile of white pills, put a few in a glass of water and handed it to Sora. “I have to go to work now. Tame your medicine and relax. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” she said. And with that, she left the room, locking it with her keys, and headed down stairs. Sora sat on the bed, placing his glass on the nightstand.



    I’m infected
    I’m infected by your genetics
    “Sora I’m the doctor”
    “Sora I’m your mother”
    “oh Honey, that was close”
    “take your medicine”
    I’m infected (I’m infected)
    By your genetics
    I’m infected by your genetics
    And I don’t think that I can be fixed
    No I don’t think that I can be fixed
    Oh tell me why, oh why are my genetics such a b***h

    It’s this heart cindition
    Damn this heart condition
    Father, can yo hear me?
    Thanks for the disease
    Now I am sequestered
    Part of the collection
    That’s what is expected when you are infected


    How much of it’s genetics, how much is destiny
    How much of depends on who I want to be
    He says I have a right to, but I also inherit his shame
    He heredity the culprit, can I stop it, or am a slave?

    Oh, I want to go out there… out there

    Sora paced inside his room. The sight of his father’s picture on her wall made him sick. “Why… why?” he asked. He looked toward the door and sighed. The medicine on his nightstand sat there, untouched. He walked closer to it, taking it in his hand. He drank it down, winced at the burning sensation, and set it back on the nightstand. “ This is the only thing protecting me from death.” he said. He looked at the TV screen. His favorite singer, Larxene, was performing. But the announcer stated “Witness Larxene’s last performance.” Sora sighed, clicking the TV off. “more bad news.” he said. But the bad news had only started