HOOPLA! Another RHPS fic! This is about my favorite couple Riff/Magenta. They're so sweet. It's in Magenta's POV. Not sure if I wanna keep going and move on to like when they work for Frank or not. PLEASE TELL ME BY REVIEWING! I don't own the characters or anything. Richard O'Brien (GOD!) does. He is my idol and my hero. And in my dream that I had last night, he took all my French fries while I swam in Jello. Don't ask. Well, again, REVIEW! If you do I'll do the Time Warp. :

Love, confectioners sugar and Riff Raff

HughloverX

Tailcoat

It was Riff Raff's birthday. He was turning 18. I had saved my money for the last few months to get him the greatest present that I could find. Of course, I had no idea of what to get him. He was different from the kids I knew, but I figured that was because I was younger than he was by a few years. Usually, he spent a lot of time with me or working on some sort of homework, more often then not, chemistry and math. Never had I seen him with another girl, or with anybody else for that matter. On the other hand, he was the smartest person in the entire galaxy of Transylvania (in my opinion at least) and was top of the class at the Academy. Lately, he had been accepted to the annual Chemistry Competition.

Walking around window-shopping I just couldn't seem to find anything Riff would like. He wouldn't like any make-up or clothes or hair stuff. Most of the boys on Transsexual did wear some make-up, while others just went all out. Clothes were another story. Riff had a very…conservative style. Normally, he would wear plain outfits that had no style or fashion statements. His hair was a different story. He had lovely blonde hair, unlike my red frizz, that was shortly cut and looked very refined on him, but because of the short length of it, he really couldn't style it. So, I was stuck.

"Maybe I should get him some science thing-a-ma-bobbers," I said as I peered through a window that had different bottles with smoke coming out of them. Most likely Riff could make those himself. So I kept searching for that perfect gift.

Then, I walked past a suit shop. Only those who were doing something very important or were very rich could buy a suit. I gazed through the glass at a suit that was perfectly made-up. It had a black pair of slacks, a white shirt, white vest, and a black tailcoat.

"That would be perfect for him for the Chemistry Convention."

I walked in to see how much it cost. A man was standing behind the counter looking rather snooty towards me.

"Um, hello. How much is this?" I asked trying to be polite.

"This, young lady is the newest in stock. You wouldn't be able to afford this. Why would you even want it? To use as a rag? I think not!" he said as he sniffed his pointed nose upwards.

"It's for my brother, for your information, and yes, I can pay for it! Now, will you tell me how much this costs so I can buy it and go back home or will I have to go to another store?"

With that the man softened. He had told me the price and I had bought it. It had cost me all of my money. I barely had enough to catch the bus back home, but at least I had gotten the perfect gift for him. He could wear it to the Chemistry Convention and whenever we had to dress up, like when the queen met with us in a few years to give us jobs at the castle. It wouldn't hurt to look nice every once in awhile right? He would be the most handsome boy that ever lived on Transsexual!

As soon as I returned home to our small apartment I raced up to my room to wrap the treasure I had bought for my adored brother. We didn't have much in terms of wrapping paper or bows, but I improvised with one of my ribbons and I used the box that the suit came in. Riff came home late like he normally did. He never left school when it was over; he always stayed later. The other boys hurt him after school and sometimes he came home all beaten-up and bloody. When I asked why they would do such things he said that it was because they were jealous that he had such a beautiful sister. I knew it was because he acted differently and because he was so slim and such an easy target, but still, he always knew how to make me blush, no matter what the circumstance was. When he walked through the door, quietly like always, I ran over to him and gave him a hug.

"Hello Magenter. How was your day?" he asked with a small grin on his face. He always called me either "Magenter" or "Genter", almost never Magenta or Mags or any other dumb nickname.

"Happy Birthday Riff! Did you get anything? Huh? How about a girl friend? Oooo!" I said teasing him. Of course, he never had a girlfriend and me being his little sister, I loved to tease him about it.

"Of course not 'Genter. Your the only girl in my life, you know that," he said kissing the top of my head. I was almost a head shorter than he was. We have always been very close and it wasn't uncommon for us to kiss or anything.

"I got ya a gift!" I said as I ran to my room to get the present that I had just wrapped.

"You didn't have to get me anything. No one else ever does." Our parents never got him anything and I was lucky that I received a beaten-up doll from them a month after my birthday. "Magenter, why did you go and spend your money on me? You could have purchased something new for yourself," he objected while I brought out the gift that was neatly wrapped with my burgundy ribbon.

He looked at me suspiciously. I gave him an eager look. He knew I wanted him to open it as quickly as possible, so of course, he went as slow and meticulous as possible. Finally, I got fed and yelled at him to open it. When he finally got the ribbon off he gave me another suspicious look and opened the box.

He stared at the box few a few minutes before barely whispering, "oh 'Genter. You didn't have to get me anything, especially not this expensive."

"Do you like it? I thought you could wear it to the Chemistry Convention, or something," I trailed off praying that he liked it. He was a master at hiding what he felt and I really wanted him to like it and not just act like he did.

"Do I like it? Genter this is the greatest gift I've ever gotten," he said with serenity. I looked into his eyes and smiled a broadly. He almost never smiled like that; it had been years since I had seen him like that. He looked more or less like a little kid at a candy or toy store than my older brother.

"Vell?"

"Well what?"

"Vell, are you going to try it on?"

"Oh," he chuckled at himself and left to put the suit on. When he came out of his room he looked like a different person. He was a handsome, attractive, eye-catching, striking man. I almost forgot that he was my brother. The white shirt was perfect with the black pants and the vest was ideal with the outfit. He had the tailcoat in his hand and proficiently twirled it around himself and onto his shoulders.

"Vow," I whispered in awe.

"So? How do I look?"

"Vow."

"Oh, come now." He blushed almost as red as my hair. Of course my "emotionless and sturdy" big brother hated being gawked at. He shifted uneasily.

"Come on now, Riff. Show yourself off. Strut around, give a little twirl," I whined as I did the exact things I had said. He did, to humor me of course.

"Really Magenter, do I look alright?"

"If you weren't my brother I would totally fuck you," I said as I twirled around some more. I lost my balanced and started to fall. Riff came over and caught me in his arms.

"You would would you? Well, I would totally fuck you if you weren't so clumsy," he teased giving me a light kiss on the lips. I grinned back at him.

"So? I assume you like it?" I giggled.

"Yes. Thank you my most lovely angel." Then, he kissed me again and walked to his room to work on his homework and put the suit away.

A few weeks later, he came home from the Chemistry Convention, wearing his suit. I ran to go greet him.

"Hello Riff! How did you do?" I asked.

"Well, I got second place."

"Vhat? Second place? But you worked like a real scientist. You wouldn't let me help. All you did was take notes and your project was great!" He had combined chemicals together (don't even ask which ones. I have no idea how to pronounce them) and it did something. I really never understood science. All I knew was that the two mixed together to form pretty colored water.

"Second place is good, Magenter. And the only reason I lost was because the Prince submitted a project."

"Was it really better than yours?"

"No, of course not. His was a measly potato clock. What's really important was that I spoke with a staff member at the Transsexual Scientific Lab. He said that I should stop in and see him for an apprenticeship," he explained eagerly.

"So? You didn't win," I said sadly. I was extremely hurt that he had not won first prize like he should have.

"Magenter, don't you see? I could be able to work at the Science Lab instead of the castle as a servant. I could get more money and-"

"But you didn't win!"

"The only reason that Prince Frank-N-Furter won is because he is a spoiled rich brat with power. He will be ruler of Transsexual one day, and people didn't want to get on his bad side. But they noticed me. Magenter, I could become a scientist. I could invent things, like maybe a time machine or something."

"A time machine?" I asked daydreaming where I could go if he invented that. Of course then he tried to confuse me.

"Yes, it would be, I suppose, some kind of audioviberatry physiomolecular transport device."

"Vhat?"

"I'm only teasing. Maybe, it'll be able to travel through space and who knows…"

"Perhaps even time itself?"

"Sounds good. Then I may have a new breakthrough in biochemical research. And I'll have the knowledge…I'll hold the secret…to life itself!" I loved it when he entertained me with stories. He was wonderful at making stories and plans up on the spot.

"So, you'll make a creature?"

"Of course, and he'll be a muscle man, with blonde hair and a tan. Then we won't ever have to work another day in our lives."

"That would be wonderful Riff! I know that you can do that!" I said as I ran into his arms. He lifted me up and twirled me around. I giggled and squealed with joy.

"Oh Magenter I love you," he said as he put me back down on the ground. "I know it can't be good, but I do. I love you with all my heart."

"Vhat are you talking about Riff? I love you too."

"I-I don't know. Let's go to sleep, okay?" he quickly changed the subject. We went to bed. We shared a bed because, well, our parents could barely afford our small apartment. I slept in his arms with a strange feeling. I wasn't sure what he wanted to tell me, but I suppose, I felt the same.