AN, Please read!: Its been mentioned a few times now that I should write a full story, and so here it is. I get bored very easy, and so forced myself to write a large portion of this story in just a day, because I knew if I didn't I'd never finish it. Although there are many chapters already written, I'm still editing and honing them, so I guess you'll all just have to wait to read them. I hope you enjoy this first chapter and decide to read on further. Reviews are very much appreciated :)

Riff Raff was stood by the lounge window, eagerly gazing out of it. He kept his gaze fixed on the crooked wooden gate, longing for it to swing open and bring the arrival of which he had been anxiously awaiting. It was quite a pretty day, which made a nice exchange for the bouts of extremely bad weather the people of Transexual had been cursed with during the last few weeks. Constant rain and heavy meteor showers had obscured the large, beautiful moon that was present without fail all year round, and gails of roaring wind had forced many of the planets inhabitants to stay indoors. Riff Raff took this peaceful, glorious night to be a sign.

He took a look around the room and grimaced. He had always knew that his family were poor, but for some reason it seemed more obvious now. The walls were covered in a dull blue wallpaper that was slowly staring to peel away. The floorboards were dusty and grimy, Riff Raff's parents had never bothered to lay a carpet down so the room was always cold. All of the furniture was sagging or broken in some way, not that any of it matched. The curtains were frayed and pepered with cigarette burns, covering the thin and cracked windows.

It was easy to understand why they lived the way they did. Riff Raff's mother was the only member of the family who had a job, and his father was a drunk. He spent a great majority of his time in the pub, only returning home when he was hungry, which meant that a large portion of his wives wages were spent on alcohol. Some would argue that this nature was only expected, since the whole population of Transexual were natural party animals, except for a rare few. It was all in their genes. But Riff Raff disagreed with this theory, his father was simply an awful person, and that was that.

A noise suddenly broke Riff Raff's reverie: the unmistakable creak of the gate. He leapt up and ran to the front door, wasting no time in throwing it open. His mother was advancing steadily down the path. She looked tired, pale and weak. In her arms was a snowy white blanket, which Riff Raff knew would soon be ragged after a week under his mothers care.

"Here," His mother - Livia was her name - sighed and dropped the bundle in to her sons arms.

"I'm going to bed, you look after her," Livia she said to her son, taking off her tatty cloak and throwing it in to the corner.

"Its a she?" Riff Raff gasped, "What did you name her?"

"I didn't. But the midwives name was, lets see..." She paused, and then nodded, "Magenta. Yes, I think I like that. There you have it then, her name is Magenta."

And with that she retired up the stairs, leaving her seven year old son alone with her new baby daughter with the same carelessness that she always carried. Riff Raff watched her go, and felt angry inside. But then again, he hadn't really believed that the arrival of a sibling would really change anything, had he? Pushing his anger aside, he unfolded the blankets a little to have a proper look at his sister.

She was tiny, with skin as smooth and white as porcelain. Her eyes were closed, the lids a very pale blue. Her lips were very red for a baby, but they were nothing compared to her hair. Already wisps of curly scarlet were spiralling all over her scalp. Riff Raff smiled to himself, she was just perfect. He sat down on the bottom step of the stairs to speak to her.

"I'm Riff Raff, you're big brother. Don't expect to see much of her," He jerked his head in the direction of his mother, "I'll look after you though, always." He planted a small kiss on her tiny forehead, pulling the blankets tighter around her.

Riff Raff was happy; he was no longer alone.