Chapter one: A charming suspicion

Summary: This story is my first of fanfiction. net and so far im proud of it -, this is chaptor one of my Riff raff and magenta fanfic, which i may lengthen in time, or start a chapter two, this will follow there lives up to the rocky horror. so review and dont feel shy to tell me what you think. Also im thinking of doing a Yuffentine fanfic soon, so we'll see how that goes.

Seven year old Magenta looked up at her Twelve year old brother Riff raff; she decided that however he reacted she would react the same to this sudden change. Their mother Violet magenta McKinley had supposedly "by chance" found their father after all the years he had deserted them, well that's how Riff raff saw it, Magenta on the other hand was indifferent about it all, but she had learnt, that having no sought of emotion about these things was a bad thing, that was her mother's point of view. So because her dear brother Riff raff was such a role model child amongst the adults she thought it would be best to copy how he did around this man.

Magenta noticed her mother didn't seem too enthralled about having Jazzy McKinley here again, or maybe it was just because her mother had the same indifference as her. He was rather...different. He was nice enough, Riff raff even agreed to that, sure, Jazzy McKinley had found a place in his son's heart and he was growing deeply on Magenta.

Riff raff enjoyed watching his sister and estranged father become fond of each other. It always made him smile the way he would swing her around, and her joyful laugh that followed. He would just sit there sometimes on the sofa watching them as they played; he loved his little sister so much. It was clear who she most looked liked, even when Riff raff couldn't remember what his father looked like before, it was obvious she was like him. His father had her smoking red hair and pale skin that illuminated the room when they were present, the same thick eyelashes and strong body. By contrast Riff raff was a portrait of his mother, slender to the bone, like a sculpture perfected, the same river blue eyes, soft yet intense, same charming nose, and originally long face. Same straight laced blond hair, most alluring.

One evening, about a week after Jazzy had returned, Riff raff was sat against the sofa watching the huge telecom, his little sister laid on him perched between his legs contently. He rested his head on hers and rocked her slightly, she was in her blue pyjamas, the ones with little animals on them, she was sleepy, he had known her long enough to realise when she was. One of her little hands was twirling an already lengthening strand of his hair and he looked down now and again his sparkling blue eyes meeting her midnight ones, her small pouty mouth widening into a mischievous grin we would all grow to know well. He would smile back down at her then continue to rest his chin on her head rocking ever so slightly.

Violet magenta would watch this adorable scene from the dining table just aside from the sofa; she loved how close they were. They were great children, no trouble at all; they were quiet and satisfied little ones, which always relieved her at the end of a long working day.

But sometimes it was their silence that troubled her, they would always hold everything up inside, were her children actually genuine, or very secretive. Sometimes they could seem so unfeeling.

She sighed and glanced at her husband indifferently, if only they knew why he was here, they would think again to be so uncaring about this change. It was strange seeing children so uncaring, no, of course they cared about things, for instance, magenta can't stand animal cruelty, racialism, and definitely not sexism; she's one of those women who believe in alpha female. Even at her age! She's not to be taken for a fool. And where magenta is more of the creative artsy types Riff raff is practical scientist who looks more on logic than something that defies natural law. Riff raff starts with a question then works his way up, gradually and carefully bringing him in front of the answer. Besides being a scientific boy he can be very spiritual and is often looking for his inner meaning.

Violet magenta smiled weakly to herself while thinking these thoughts, no matter how they grew up to be, they were wonderful individuals, and if they had any faults, she would sooner blame herself than them.

She got up and stretched making her way to the kitchen were her stew was now bubbling merrily.

She grabbed the wooden spoon and stirred comparing her swirling thoughts to the swirling liquid. Suddenly she snapped out of her wonderland and her face turned stony as she sensed his presence in the doorway. She Violet magenta scowled not turning around to face him as he watched his children from the kitchen doorway.

"Good kids, aren't they petal," he sounded gruff speaking more of a statement than actual questions, "Close to, you raised 'em well," his voice was like the equivalent to an earthlings English cockney accent. Violet magenta wasn't too keen on earthlings, when they had been close in early marriage he would show her his reports he had made on assignments to the world of earth, she didn't like the sound of them, and her husband's new accent, well, she wasn't too fond of that either.

"Oh," she didn't face him and continued to prepare the meal she often had no help with, "Why? Did you think I wouldn't raise them well?" her voice slightly dubious, Jazzy wasn't a stupid man and could almost taste the vehemence in her voice.

"Come on darlin', what's got you worked up now?" he rolled his eyes, a rough grin forming his unshaven mouth.

"My babies are not going to earth, Jazzy!" her teeth were gritted, her sea blue eyes, freezing over. This time she did spin round to face him and he regarded her closely and she did the same. Suddenly a searing pain came from her palm and she hissed in realisation. Blood dripped down the surface of the counter and she stared at it wide eyed. Jazzy walked over to her and took her hand wiping it away and reaching for a band aid in a cupboard; he wrapped it gently around her hand and kissed her cheek. "Don't fret over things that won't happen for a couple of years, my baby girl," he nuzzled her cheek with his nose, and she closed her eyes.

Both parents were shaken to their senses by a noise in the doorway, Jazzy and violet magenta glanced at it, both Riff raff and magenta were standing there, eyeing their parents intensely, it scrutinised Violet magenta and she tried to force out a smile.

Riff raff's face seemed so uncaring at that point but filled with concern at the same time, Magenta was holding his hand and leaning into him while her other hand was in her mouth, she looked up at Riff raff and then gave her parents a sought of frown. Still staring at his parents he lifted magenta up so she was sat on his hip and he carried her over to a seat at the table, placing her down gently. Magenta got off her chair and moved it making sure she was sat as close to Riff raff as possible. Riff raff was as silent as a graveyard as he got the plates and cutlery out of the cupboards and placed them around the table, still glaring at his parents with that same look. Violet magenta made a sought of coughing noise, with a fake smile and elbowed Jazzy slightly. He separated from his wife and got the glasses out of the cupboards to, placing them around the table while Magenta stared up at him watching his every move. Violet magenta placed the stew and bread on the table trying her best to ignore her own personal discomfort and the situation.

She started to dish out the food and tried to start a conversation with her children, who seemed so alienated from her right now. Riff raff was stroking his sister's hair as she tore a piece of bread apart, she was talking to him but Violet and jazzy couldn't hear what she was saying.

"So Riff raff, I hear your working on another project of your, something about re-useable energy, how is that going, what have you done so far?" Riff raff was smiling slightly, but he was looking at his sister, so Violet magenta couldn't really decipher if the smile was from her question or his simple adoration for whatever it was Magenta had just said.

"Answer your mother, Riff." Instructed Jazzy not meeting his sons now glaring eyes, Violet smiled at her son, she had a dazzling smile that Riff raff decided he would ponder.

"Very well, mother, its proving to be most...rewarding." he replied, his voice was an unusual monotone, and Violet magenta couldn't stop the surprised frown that formed on her vivacious lips. Magenta was picking at her food with her fingers and speaking something inaudible to her brother once more. If jazzy knew better it looked like she was singing something, and he couldn't shake this feeling of annoyance because he couldn't hear what they were so enjoying at the table. Jazzy noticed how Violets shoulders seemed stiff and her whole body was tense, she was worried that they had heard he didn't see why she should be, they would have to be told sooner or later.

"Well that's good then, what are you using this research for?" she asked relieved that her body seemed to be miraculously relaxing at this idle chit chat. Riff raff shrugged pouting his lips as he did so.

"Just to know. You never know, it could prove useful." He countered again, starting on his meal.

"He's a very clever boy is our Riff raff, Jay, you've got a lot to be proud of," Violet smiled at Jazzy and he returned it with a nod. Riff raff's smile vanished off his face and he glanced at his sister most peculiarly she was laughing at his compliment. And both the parents shared a slight smile and magenta carried on singing that inaudible song.