AN: This is a little vignette thing, there is more to come. Finally a break from my loads of Riff and Magenta AFTER rocky, here is one of them BEFORE rocky, a long time before rocky. Oh, and I don't own rhps. If I did, you all would idolize me and that would be cool. But no, it just didn't work out that way, now did it?

I suppose every family has its secrets, affairs that they wish to hide from the world. In a society where blood is status, everyone seems to be careful not to let out the information that could bring them down. They are careful around others, not wanting to expose the matters that may tarnish their reputation, and even refuse to discuss them amongst themselves. I imagine that they think this is hard, but it could be worse. What if there was something even deeper, hidden not only from the public, but from members of the family itself? My brother and I are holders of secrets that deep.
We had always been close, all our lives. In my childhood I never had any friends, I found it too much effort to put up an amicable front for others, and I know that Riff felt the same. He was the only one who cared one way or another about me, let alone loved me. Though we had always been close, it hadn't always been this way. It has been only about a year now that we've been in love. Its been hard to hide it all this time, not so much from my peers, whom I minimized contact with in the first place, but from Mum. Come to think of it, it had not been all that bad, we were just always afraid that she would find us together. But she never paid us much mind at all, she never seemed to notice or care how much time we spent up in our room, with the door locked. Especially since our father left us, she had always been preoccupied with the notion that he would come back, waiting up for him in vain every night. I doubted that he would ever come back though, and frankly, I didn't care. It was one less person to hide from.
There was always one question that occupied the back of my mind: What is ? How would I define that? The simplest explanation would be that they are the ones that are of my blood. But there is more to it than that, I know there is. I've heard the term like family used often, and I knew it meant something different to me than it did to those who used it. Family are supposed to be the ones that you love, and love you, but in a completely platonic way. I suppose Riff and I used to fit that definition. But now, I imagine that the only term used for us would be I hated that, it made what we had sound so sordid. But when it came right down to it, I didn't care what word would be used to define us. I knew that everyone else would though, and they would never let us forget it. They would never try to understand, and this is why we couldn't let them know about us. Riff was the only one I had, and all that I needed. No one else needed to know that.