A/N: Hey guys, this is my first fan fiction so, fingers crossed it's ok. Tell me if I should change the rating though, I only have a rough idea of where this is going, so to be safe I rated it T because I don't know if you can change it. I'm not the best writer, but R/R and we'll see, be nice ;)
Ever since I was young, I knew I had a thing for my brother, Riff Raff. Feelings that your average siblings shouldn't have, something that is disgusting and wrong in the eyes of the world, but my brother and I loved each other, and that was the only thing that ever mattered to us. When I was fourteen and Riff was eighteen, our violent, drug abusing, alcoholic mother left us, forcing us to fend for ourselves. If our father hadn't of died all those years ago, our mother would have been fine, but it was his tragic car crash that sent her into a deep spiral of depression, causing her recklessness. Riff always takes extraordinary care of me, sticking up for me, never letting me get into trouble, putting a roof over my head; he is so much more than a sibling. I don't know what I'd do if my Riff Raff was ever taken from me, leaving me on my own, having to provide for myself. Quite frankly, he is all I have. But he is also all I need.
I heard a hard knock on the door, which took me out of my train of thought,
"Magenta! Are you home?" After the whole 'Brad and Janet' thing Riff and I quickly discovered that our anti-matter laser was not capable of killing Earthlings; God knows why, so now I have to endure the everyday annoyance of the tap shoes, the high pitched voice and the overenthusiastic mindset of Columbia. Oh well, at least Frank's dead.
"Ah? Yes... Come in, Columbia." I moaned, she visited almost everyday, I was getting tired of it.
"Hey! How are you? I brought lunch, I hope you like sandwiches!" blurted Columbia,
"Yes. I like sandwiches. Go and put them in the fridge," I replied, I was pretty hungry after sleeping through breakfast. "Wait here. I'll go and tell Riff that you've brought lunch." I dawdled up the stairs and went into the study; Riff was working on his latest invention, a faster transducer. "Riff? Columbia's here, again…" I muttered, "But she has sandwiches!" Riff Raff laughed at my enthusiasm and stood up,
"Sandwiches, ay? Well it looks like I'm going to have to come down and see what's happening!" Joked Riff, "But I'm feeling a little under the weather." He hugged me with less strength than usual,
"Ok…" I responded, slightly worried, "I hope nothing too bad is wrong…"
"I promise that I'll be down later." Riff embedded his face in my wild, untamed, red curls and kissed my head, it's these sweet, alone moments with my brother that I cherish the most. I descended the staircase and went back to confide with Columbia… Oh joy.
It was an hour later and Riff hadn't come down like he'd promised, so I decided to go and see what was happening.
"Riff?" I called while pushing open the door, I saw Riff laying on the floor, barely coherent, "RIFF! What happened?" I slid down to his side on my knees and yelled, "Columbia! Get your ass up here! NOW!".