Hello again, my dear readers! I bet you're wondering how this fanfic came into creation, nay? Well, one day, bored on Facebook, I decided that I wanted to write a Kingdom Hearts fic. But any fic, my dear readers; no, my brain does not enjoy conforming to those everyday ideas. Instead, it took two of my passions, 'Repo! The Genetic Opera' and Kingdom Hearts, combined them and BAM! Hearts! The Genetic Opera was conceived! For those of you who have seen Repo! I'd like to say that there are some major differences that you'll notice fairly soon. For those who haven't seen 'Repo!' go watch it. It's a great movie, with talented actors/singers. Now for the warnings, my favorite (lie!) part of this. 1: Major crack pairings. I'm not sorry, it just had to happen. 2: There's no smut. Get over it. However, there is nudity. 3:Shota. For those of you that don't know what that means basically it's an adult liking a minor. Yeah, it's pedophilia, but there's no sex or touching between those two, only some kissing and not even a lot of that. I think everyone expected that from the description but hey, I'm just making sure it gets across. 4: This is NOT a fic for those that cannot stand blood and gore. (In that case, don't watch the movie, either.) People are going to get their organs ripped out, and I'm not holding back on the descriptions. 5: It's AU. Ages have been changed and not everyone wants hearts. The name was just catchy. 6: I unintentionally wrote in many innuendoes. This is an apology to all Axels for making him sound like a rapist. I did not mean to.

In short, this fic is rated M for blood, gore, nudity, innuendoes, shota, strong language, alcohol abuse, drug abuse and face-stealing.

Enjoy!

Hearts! The Genetic Opera

~The Death of an Alcoholic~

Bzzt! Bzzt! The pager buzzed and vibrated against the redhead's loose black jeans. An inaudible sigh passed his lips. He took note of the name and address listed on the pager, nodded, and looked at the city surrounding the clock tower on which he sat. The sky was bright red fading to pink, then to a dull orange. The city was still busy; Twilight Town never seemed to slow down. Even in the dead of night, the inhabitants of the growing city could be found in parties or massive mobs. The streets of "The City that Never Slept" were filled with impoverished and underprivileged citizens, druggies, grave-robbers, and hobos while the vain and greedy hid away in their houses, or went to the city's biggest and only plastic surgeon company, in a futile attempt to fill the void in their lives.

The redhead slowly descended from his perch, gloom surrounding him as he passed by some of the local drunk homeless. Some shouted at him, but the tall green-eyed twenty-six year old just disregarded them. He took the back roads to his apartment nodding to those he knew on the way. Once inside, he locked the door, undressed from his street clothes, switching into the 'work' apparel he was assigned. A black coat that accentuated his feminine build, the giant hood that hid his long, spiky red hair, and the optional sunglasses, to hide the sea-green eyes from those of his future 'clients'. He picked up his black operating bag.

"Time to make a house call." He murmured. "Sorry Hayner, ninety days delinquent gets you Repo treatment." He pressed a button, conveniently disguised as a magnet on his fridge, and the fridge swung open, revealing a dark, dank tunnel. He shook his head, then unexpectedly grinned. After all, this Hayner guy deserved what he, Axel, was about to deliver. Hayner was the one who decided not to make the payments, and besides, cutting open people was Axel's job, why not make the best of it? He entered the passage, closing the secret door behind him. He walked slowly, half the fun was secretly stalking the victim, inspiring paranoia, waiting for the 'patient' to notice him, but by that time it would already be too late.

The path led to the sewers. The rats squeaked greetings to their frequent visitor. They scurried out of the way of his tall feet, always happy that they weren't his target. He found a ladder, and quietly exited. By this time, it was already night, and the assassin moved like a ninja. He quickly found his blond target, drunk and stumbling down the alleyway, half-asleep. His chest shook in a silent laugh; this one would be too easy. Looks like Hayner couldn't fight the addiction, part of him mused, while the other seemed to scream, Rip him open! Strip the flesh! Bathe in the blood! Yet he waited longer, wondering if the barely twenty-two year old would feel Axel's gaze on the back of his neck. Sadly, the brown-eyed adolescent didn't notice; instead, he tripped over a rock. He fell and groaned.

It was then that Axel determined to attack his prey. He jumped towards the boy, flipping him over and pinning him to the ground. The drunk was unable to respond, barely able to see his silent assailant in the darkness, and unable to process the reason why he was attacked due to the alcohol. The dark figure only covered the boy's mouth with duct tape, preventing him from screaming for help or alerting any of the nearby citizens. Then he just waited for the boy to comprehend what was going to happen to him. Thirty seconds passed. Blank with a capital 'B'. He thought, disappointed.

"Haven't you heard of me?" He growled, his voice raspy and deeper than how it was normally. The boy shook his head. Axel chuckled. "Do you know what happens when people don't pay off their debt to GeneCo in time?" He rasped. The boy only stared for a minute, then, gradually fear seeped into his brown eyes, causing them to widen with blatant fear. "That's right," Axel cooed, "A Repo man comes for them and takes the organ back. Hayner tried to protest, insist that he was about to go make a payment right now, apologizing with all of his heart. Unfortunately for him, it was too late and his voice was muffled and his words distorted because of the duct tape. He tried to struggle free. Axel smirked. "Now now Hayner, you sure you wanna do that?" The now sober boy continued to struggle against the legal assassin's death grip. "All right then." He laughed. He stomped on the boy's crotch, then quickly grabbed his bag. He pulled out two mini chakrams, stabbing them through Hayner's wrists into the loose ground below.

"Mmmmm!" Hayner's attempt to scream didn't even reach the walls of the alleyway. His legs swung out randomly in pain. Once sure that blond would be unable to free his wrists, he grabbed two more of the chakrams and repeated the act to his ankles.

Another muffled scream, followed by heavy, pained breathing. Once sure that the blonde couldn't free himself, Axel turned back to his bag, and after a moment's musing, picked up a Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knife. Turning back to Hayner, he rasped, "Now let's see, time to remove your L-I-V-E-R! Now this is why those that can't hold their liquor shouldn't drink." He froze, tapping a finger on his chin. He spoke again, "Ironically, that's why you got your liver replaced in the first place, isn't it?" He shrugged, a demonic grin forming on his lips. "Oh well, you know what they say! What comes around, goes around."

By this time Hayner had soiled himself, knowing that he wouldn't see the next morning. Not one of the Repo man's targets lived, ever. Not even if they only failed to pay off their new nose. Axel squatted by the boy's side, and slowly, slowly dragged the knife along the boy's stomach, applying just enough pressure to tear through the layers of flesh that lie below him. Hayner struggled underneath him, hurting himself only more with the chakrams. Sweat rolled down his face, the duct tape barely able to deaden his screams. Axel decided this would be his 'experiment' for the night; to test whether the drunk stay conscious the entire time, or would he pass out once Axel ripped out his synthetic liver? Best to observe the experiment without telling the test subject. Otherwise, the results may be influenced. Axel quickly thought, the demonic grin not leaving his face. He reached in through the incision, and located the liver without looking. He stared at the face on the ground before him, as he unhurriedly removed the target. The face was pale, unnaturally white, and the eyes closed as the body's factory-made organ came detached from the rest of him. His head lolled back, he no longer struggled. Axel replaced the knife in its compartment in the bag, opened the side pouch and deposited the liver. Cautiously, just in case the drunkard woke up, he moved to the side of the boy's head and placed his ear over the boy's nose, listening for breath and watching to see if the chest would rise.

"Barely breathing. Gotta be more aggressive next time." He commented. "Well, time to dispatch of the leftovers." He sighed. He pulled the chakrams out of the body's joints, wiping them on his coat. He reached into the bag again; this time, pulling out a gas can. The Repo Man splashed the gas onto the body, careful not to get any on himself. Then, he put everything back into his bag, moved it a few feet away, and pulled a matchbox out of his pocket. It sparked as he lit the matches, the flame fascinated him. But he knew the fire needed food, and a bounteous meal for his little coworker lie before them. He threw the matches, whispering a faint, "Eat up" before turning away and grabbing his bag.

He made his way back to the passageway, the ninja-like surgeon moving as a breeze, blending into the darkness that surrounded him. The guilt of killing had long since left him; he had been carrying out contracts for fourteen years now. He had been sloppy in the beginning, but after six months or so, he grew proficient at sneaking and secretly killing. He used to see the faces of his victims and start crying; almost letting some of them go. He used to have nightmares of his targets; their dead bodies reanimating and coming after him. Because of this, a more violent side of him, the part that enjoyed the killing, developed more and more, until he had two personas. A kind side, loving his street life, and a side that swilled in darkness, waiting for the moment it was released, a Hyde to his Jekyll.

Once back in his apartment, Axel removed the liver from its compartment, placing it in his freezer. The redhead then went his bathroom, stripped, and washed the blood off his uniform. Once he was certain that it wouldn't reek of blood, he changed into clean boxers, his normal sleepwear. He then polished his surgical tools; he didn't want his precious friends to rust. He lost himself in his thoughts, memories of a time that was somewhat happier.

He had always been alone, he was raised by the homeless until the age of five, when his adoptive parents left him, as any wild animal does to it's young. He roamed around, sometimes getting enough food for a day, other times starving while his stomach rumbled desperately. He had been a cute little boy, emphasized by his kicked puppy eyes and small body. He was disgusted yet fascinated with the rich. After all, they had enough money to take care of up to eight people at times, yet they never extended a hand to those who slept on the sidewalks.

That all changed when he was taken in by Vexen. The blond man with the icy eyes worked for GeneCo, the richest company in the world. The cold man had been the head scientist and plastic surgeon. Axel never was sure exactly why Vexen had taken him in. Maybe he had felt some pity towards the boy, or maybe he had wondered how Axel would react to switching from a life of destitution to one of privilege. It didn't matter now; Vexen had completely screwed him over.

"You fucking bastard." Axel growled, pricking his left index finger on a chakram.

It had been sixteen years since the 'accident.' And every year made life feel more like a hell for Axel.

Well there ya have it folks, the first chapter of Hearts! The Genetic Opera. I hope everyone enjoyed it and will continue to read this. Because I won't stop this fic until the bloody ending where they all die! Just kidding, that won't happen. I just wanted to psych you guys out. Sorry. Once again, a GINORMUS apology to all Axels/Axel fangirls that were offended by the unintended innuendoes. This was actually pointed out to me by my Axel, but I refused to change it. On a side note, Axel and I are probably going to see a shadow-cast of 'Repo!' fourteen days after my birthday! Plus, we're planning on sitting in the spray zone! XD Yep, it has a spray zone.

As always, constructive criticism is appreciated; however, if you're planning on whining about this chapter in your comment, don't post it and go f- yourself because personally, I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT WHATEVER YOU'RE PLANNING ON WHINING ABOUT! Now that that has been taken care of, I'd like to thank everyone for reading this fic. You guys are all amazing (unless you're planning to whine, then I don't like you, please go work on getting that stick out your ass) especially when you promise me Internet cookies. Just kidding, I don't pick favorites…On purpose, that is. Lo siento y me perdonas, por favor! Please keep reading and commenting; I love reading all the funny/sweet comments you post, and it lets me know that my writing is appreciated.

P.S.: I apologize for not working on 'The Legend of Matt.' We've been fighting a lot, and there have been many issues in the real world, including family problems. However, I do promise that I'll make up with 'Legend' soon.