AN: Hello! You might be surprised to see me posting, but I now have help from the amazing writer Ninety-Six Smiles. (THANK YOU!) This fic is totally AU, and set in Transylvania. Enjoy the madness...
"Riff, I vant you to go on vun more date. Please?"
"No, Magenta."
"Vhy not?"
"You know why."
"Too bad. It's already set up. He'll be vaiting for you."
"Why must you interfere constantly? It's my life."
"You're lonely. I'm your sister. And how many seventeen-year-olds on zis planet are single? Not many. I vant you to be happy, Riff."
The siblings continued to argue. While they did, Riff Raff thought about what had led up to this. It started when he was fourteen and Magenta was eleven. Magenta had always been worried about her brother's obsession with "love" and "romance". There was no place for either in the sex-oriented culture of their planet. This was proven by the fact that nearly all Transylvanians had boyfriends or girlfriends (either, nobody discriminated) by the age of twelve or thirteen. In fact, Magenta had a girlfriend, a sweet high-voiced girl by the name of Columbia.
Riff Raff had dealt with people chasing since he was ten. He would admit to being good-looking, with his styled blond hair, blue eyes and pale skin. He also wore the typical Transylvanian clothing, sparkly corsets with fishnet stockings, heels and thick makeup. Riff had so many girls and boys after him that he could have chosen from virtually half the planet. But he couldn't, for reasons only he truly understood.
He didn't love any of them. Not one.
Riff Raff recalled a date with a girl who was seemingly perfect. She was a perfect match according to Magenta, to their parents, to everyone in the world except him. She was good-looking, intelligent, charming and seemed to like Riff. But there was no romantic chemistry, no butterflies in the stomach, no shy glances or awkward flirtation like in those Earth romance novels he read avidly.
Now Riff was seventeen, and totally alone. But he refused to give up on the idea of love. It was all he could trust, with the exception of his sister. But could he even trust her anymore? She was arranging dates for him behind his back, making secret plans.
"Magenta, if I were to go on this date, would you promise to leave me alone and stop making plans for me?"
"Mayyybe..."
"Fine. When is this date?"
"In five days. I have a good feeling about zis vun, Riffy. Do not screw it up. You hear me?"
"Okayyyyyyy! Now let me go and brush my hair."
Magenta replied in a tone as sugary-sweet as her low, heavily accented voice could manage. "Yes, brozer dear. Make yourself pretty for your date vith Frank Furter."
"Wait... PrinceFrank Furter?"
Magenta winked and skipped away without a word. Riff sank into a chair disbelievingly.
My sister has really done it now. She has set me up on a date with the prince of the whole damn planet.
Why do I even bother?
To be continued...
