AN: This fic is dedicated to the ever amazing Rippertish! (Check out my fave authors and read her fics :D) She inspired me to write this.
Also a note on Amber's name - I originally started writing it calling her Amber Largo but then realised that she was originally called Carmela Largo before she changed her name to Amber Sweet, a fact that isn't in the film but I felt I should make this fic more 'true' to the actual facts and I swiftly changed it to Carmela. So there you go.
This pairing always appealed to me on some level because in the scene 'Who Ordered Pizza' Amber and Nathan's interactions are interesting to say the least. I'm quite aware that I have seen the film entirely too many (not enough) times, and have noticed all sorts of subtle things. But that's what obsession is all about, and without my Repo obsession just WHERE would I be, I ask you?! (Probably in pretty much the same place, however I wouldn't have written a whole load of fics about Repo, nor would I have several of Shilo's costumes, and a Repo Man jacket, hanging in my hallway!!!).
Also, there's some bad language in this one. I'm not big on using bad language, but it's unavoidable when it's Amber fucking Sweet you're writing about amiright? xx

She was fifteen the first time he met her.

A lanky looking girl with long chestnut hair, pale skin and strangely vivid violet eyes. Quite an angular face although not unattractive, with a very defined jaw and painted scarlet, bee stung lips. She was wearing a clinging, black halter top dress that bunched at her thighs as she sat, languidly, on the small couch in Rotti Largo's office. She was alone, and had a bored expression on her face, examining her perfectly manicured scarlet fingernails in the gleaming light that illuminated the room. She looked around as he entered, watching him over the top of the couch. He didn't notice her at first as he walked to Rotti's desk and put his heavy refrigerated carry bag down on it. The bag contained a recently repossessed kidney. Yet his employer was not here to sign off on it, which was irritating.
He saw her out of the corner of his eye and turned to face her. She watched him with interest and sat up straighter on the couch, those violet eyes seeming to glow.
"Are you looking for my dad?"
Her voice was oddly childish, and he watched her uncross and recross her long, thin legs, which were clad in knee high, shining purple boots with buckles down each side, and black fishnet tights. Ah, this must be Carmela Largo, Rotti's only daughter. He'd heard about her, but had never met the girl, who he'd thought lived with her mother in another city. He nodded curtly in response, running a hand through his hair.
"He's in some stupid meeting." She explained, "I wish he'd hurry up, he's taking me out shopping."
Nathan glanced at her dress, thinking that there was no way he'd let his daughter leave the house wearing something like that. On second thought, he'd never let his daughter leave the house at all. He pushed that thought far to the back of his mind, however.
Mostly to fill the silence he said, "Shouldn't you be in school?"
Carmela laughed, flicking her hair out of her face, "Oh, I don't need to be in school anymore. I quit." She stood up and grinned at him, a catlike expression. "I'm going to be a famous singer, don't you know?"
Nathan leaned his weight on the desk, regarding her coolly, "Oh, you're a good singer?"
Her tone is defensive, "Of course!" She put her hands on her hips; giving him a sultry look which he felt was rather inappropriate for a girl her age, "I'll give you an autograph if you want. It'll be worth tons of money one day."
He didn't respond, just quietly looked towards the door of the office, willing Rotti to appear. He was keen to get home to his own daughter, and didn't care much to be making small talk with Carmela.
The girl pushed on, "I'm a better singer than Blind Mag is, you know. She doesn't even sing in English, I mean, who the fuck wants to listen to a song you can't understand, right?"
Nathan gave her a quizzical look, and just shrugged noncommittally, "I don't think that's the point."
She looked faintly annoyed, and abruptly changed the subject, "See my boots?" She stuck a leg out for emphasis, balancing on one leg to let him fully appreciate her purple boots, "They match my eyes, huh!"
Nathan nodded, "I guess they do."
Carmela moved closer to him, to give him a better look at her strangely coloured eyes, "These were a present from daddy. Brand new, state of the art corneas!" She looked him up and down, "Have you had any surgery?"
Nathan shook his head and she looked disappointed.
"You're Nathan Wallace, aren't you?" She asked, looking at him with a thoughtful expression, biting her lower lip.
He nodded, glancing at his watch and feeling quite keen to leave. His daughter Shilo would be waiting for him.
"You're a repo man." Carmela said, with another catlike grin, "I know all about that stuff."
Nathan looked a little startled, "You do?"
He found it borderline obscene that a teenager should know about things like that. Carmela touched him lightly on the arm and he shrank back. It was an overly familiar thing to do, and Nathan preferred to keep a distance between himself and others. Yet she knew who he was and didn't seem disgusted or frightened. What a singularly strange girl. Or was she just a typical Largo? That was probably more likely. Those Largos. Strange bunch, indeed. He'd had some dealings with Rotti's sons, who were 'learning the family business' as they say. It was all about gold and gore for the Largos. They loved both with equal measure it seemed.
She nodded, her violet eyes glinting, "My daddy says you're crazy."
An electronic bell sounded, followed swiftly by:
"Carmela!" Rottisimo Largo's bellowing voice filled the office, as he strode in from the lift, "What are you doing?"
Carmela looked back at him guiltily, stepping away from Nathan and then fixing an innocent, girlish smile to her face, "Nothing, daddy."
Rotti gave her a hard look as he passed her, to sit behind his desk, "Wait for me outside."
Carmela smiled and obediently left the office with funny little strides, looking down at her shining boots as she did, and not casting Nathan another glance.

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In years to come he would see her in passing a few times, and always those eyes, often being a new and different shade, but always unmistakably hers, would watch him, with some hint of a question playing on her face. He was something different than she was used to. He was someone who didn't care she was Rotti Largo's daughter, didn't treat her like a celebrity. And he didn't seem to want her. More than that, he was something she couldn't have. He was in some way unreachable for her, which was a strange and new concept for a girl who was given everything she asked for. He was something new and different. Something exciting.