Magenta sat up in her tank. She was getting far too big for it, having had to to remove the plastic panel near her feet accommodate her growing body. Her family could not afford to graduate her to a bed that was not meant for infants, so she simply stacked pillows on the floor at the end. Riff Raff was sleeping rather fitfully in the bed across the from her in the small room.

"Reef-ehhem-Riff Raff!" she shouted, attempting to correct her pronunciation. Because of her very early birth, Magenta had developed a speech impediment. The other children around the heap would throw rocks at her and as her to speak in Transsexual. Her older brother always stood up for her, but the other children didn't like him much either.

"What?" Riff Raff asked groggily as he rubbed at his eyes. She stood up and began jumping, unable to contain her excitement.

"EET HAS BEEN FIVE YEARS SINCE I WAS BORN!" She shouted at him. He smiled, Magenta was always so excitable. She was the only one he knew that celebrated the anniversary of their birth. She loved getting older. Every year on his day of birth she would have him count off the years until they would be old enough to live on their own.

Magenta loved to play house. Especially when their father was out for days, doing non-one-knew what, and their mother was locked away. Magenta would become the woman of the house, ordering Riff Raff about as if he were her child in some games, servant in others, and every once in a while her husband. Riff Raff told her siblings did not get married, but she simply said, "But who else vould I marry?" Riff Raff laughed this off, knowing his sister didn't entirely understand love and marriage.

"I know. You're so much older now dear sister, I'm sure that you have wrinkles all over." He smirked, Magenta looked shocked.

"No I do not!" She clapped her chubby baby hands against her face, feeling for lines.

"No, no. Not on your face."

"Then where?" He smirked wider, running at her and picking her up, he was quite strong for a boy of nine, but Magenta was small. He pulled up her sleeping gown, spanking her bottom.

"On your ass silly!" She giggled furiously as Riff Raff tapped at her bottom. They were both laughing and on the floor when Sienna showed up in the doorway, he eyes blank and one breast falling out of her tattered sleeping gown.

"Breakfast." She said, turning away. Riff Raff and Magenta looked at each other, but stood and followed her. Sienna only made breakfast when she was lucid. She didn't seem entirely with it, however. When they reached the kitchen there was baked dough and lactate. They sat and began to eat. While they were silently digesting Grover emerged from the bedroom.

"Good Waking up everyone." He greeted them. He was wearing his cleanest white shirt and black pants. Riff Raff was confused. His father had had many odd jobs over the years, motorcycle repairman, selling bandages on the beach, raking the garbage into the enormous piles. Never had he once seemed to dress up though. Grover saw his son staring.

"I'm going to the capitol today. I'm going to see if the Big Furter is hiring on any new servants. If I get the job we could all live in the capitol, isn't that exciting?" He seemed less than enthused himself. The children we're appalled.

"But father, ve have only ever leeved in ze heap!" Magenta cried out. Riff Raff rubbed her back for comfort.

"Now look. This isn't a sure thing. I may not get the job, but I need to try and find a way to support this family." He said triumphantly. He picked up his purse and put it over his shoulder.

"I won't be back until next day, so you're all on your own tonight." He looked pointedly at Sienna, then back at his children to indicate that they would have to fend for themselves and tiptoe around their mother. They both nodded and Grover left the apartment.

"Vhat do you think the servants do in ze capitol?" Magenta asked, brushing her dolls hair.

"I don't really know Magenta." He was reading some schoolwork on the other planets in Transylvania.

"Oh, can't you put zose old vords to rest?" She asked, pouting at his disinterest.

"You don't understand, at your school level all you have to do is learn the time warp and corset making. I have to prepare to be an informed Transylvanian citizen." He went back to reading. Magenta began raking the comb through her dolls hair more violently. It was a replica of the young prince Frank. He was made of soft material, and had wild black hair. Although only thirteen, as a citizen of the capitol and a member of the royal family, Frank was already dressing like his adult counterparts. The doll form of him, though a few years old and bought from a rubbish store, was dressed in fishnets and a lace up gown. Riff Raff couldn't imagine ever owning something that wonderful.

He became tired of Magenta's sulkiness and eventually conceded to playing with her. They pretended Frank was their baby, and he and Magenta were his loving parents. They helped him with his school work and made him five meals a day. Most of all, they loved each other very much.

"Oh, my dear husband! I cannot imagine loving anyone more than I love our family!" Magenta over-dramatically exclaimed. Riff Raff rolled his eyes, but smiled at her.

"You're the only one I love Magenta. The only one I could ever love." He became suddenly stoic. He cupped the side of her face in his hand. He did love her, her toothy smile, her funny way of speaking, the wild mane of red hair that she could never take care of. She was his person. He cared for her and she for him, and no one could ever change that.

She reached her head upward, towards his face, and left the softest of kisses on his cheek.

"Come now, let's put zhe baby to bed." She said sternly. They placed Frank in Magenta's tank. They tucked the bedding, which was really just old clothing and fabric scraps knotted together, around him.

"Now." She whispered to him, so as not to wake the 'baby.' "Ve shall go to bed as well, so zat we can get up bright and early to play on ze beach." She grabbed his hand and led him to his bed, where he laid down. She lay next to him, close on the very small bed. She curled herself into his side, burring her head in his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, and she fell asleep, just like that.

From then on, they both slept in Riff's bed, eventually tossing the old tank onto a heap for a new family to use. Magenta liked the feeling of Riff Raff's heart beat. It called to her, like a drum reminding her own heart to keep on beating.

The next day, their father returned, rather intoxicated. It seemed he had not gotten the job. They would stay in the heap for quite a bit longer.