Author's Note: Yay! An update! Anyway, thanks to everyone who reviewed: MagentaColumbia96, opheliafrump and magentalover. I really apreciate it, and I'm glad to see that someone's reading this, so here's the next chapter. I used the name Adams as Riff Raff and Magenta's last name because I wasn't quite sure if they have a last name(if they do let me know and I'll change it) and I decided to go along with the president thing from Shock Treatment. Anyway, that's that, so... I hope you enjoy it ~ Angela
Disclaimer: All things Rocky Horror or Shock Treatment related belong to the lovely Richard O'Brien.
They walked to the school together, and Riff Raff helped Magenta to find her classroom. When they reached it Magenta did not release her brother's hand.
"Vill you come and meet the teacher vith me?" she asked shyly.
Riff Raff nodded, Magenta was never shy or nervous about anything, so seeing her so scared to meet this teacher meant he would come and help her. Confidence increasing with her brother at her side, Magenta dragged her brother over to the only adult in the room.
"Are you the teacher?" she asked.
With a nod the teacher held out a hand to Riff Raff, "I'm Ms Thompson, who are you?"
"I am Riff Raff Adams and this is my sister Magenta," Riff Raff accepted the handshake. "She's very excited about starting school."
"It's nice to see someone who is interested in learning," the teacher smiled down at Magenta.
Magenta found it a patronising smile, and chose only to glare back up at her.
Riff Raff bent down to be on eye level with his sister, "Bye Genta, I'll come back and see you after school, okay?"
Magenta licked her lips nervously before she nodded, "Okay Riff, love you."
"Love you too Magenta," Riff Raff returned the hug before turning and leaving the room.
Magenta turned to examine the room that was meant to spend hours in each day. There were rowdy children running around, looking like fools, holding dolls and spaceship toys in their hands. Magenta rolled her eyes, she had grown out of dolls and spaceships years ago. She wandered forward to see if there was anything to interest her in this overly colourful room. After ten minutes of searching she decided that there was, in fact, absolutely nothing that could provide her with any entertainment and approached her teacher. Standing on her toes she peered silently up at the teacher, her green eyes wide.
Ms Thompson finally noticed her, with a start, and spoke, "Hello, Magenta was it? How long have you been there?"
Magenta didn't answer, but instead posed her own question, "Is there anything to do here?"
"Well yes," Ms Thompson gestured an arm widely around the room. "There's lots of things to do. Do you like dolls?"
"Dolls are for babies," Magenta replied.
"Painting?"
"Vhy vould I like painting?"
"Reading?"
"I checked, I read all of the book that you have years ago."
"Oh," the teacher thought a little harder. "Would you like to play with some of the other children?"
Magenta glanced around at her peers, "Vhy vould I vant to play with gross, snotty nosed little insects?"
The teacher frowned, "They are the same age as you."
"That doesn't stop them from being gross, snotty nosed little insects," Magenta explained. "They seem so juvenile."
Ms Thompson stared down, not knowing what to do with this child, who not only acted like she was years older than she was, but talked and had an air to her that said she was older, superior. Magenta's eyes did not blink as she appraised the teacher, wondering if any teaching would come from this day.
Sighing, the teacher pointed to a little boy, sitting on his own in the corner, his nose was not running, he was not shouting, he seemed like the kind of child that this strange girl may like, "Why don't you play with him?"
Magenta glanced at the boy, "Him?" she laughed. "No bloody way."
"Magenta!" Ms Thompson scolded. "That is hardly language for a six year old to use!"
Magenta finally allowed her eyes to close, in a slow blink. Ms Thompson found this even more unnerving than the staring eyes and, slightly panicked, pointing to the door,
"I think we should pay a trip to the principle's office."
Magenta frowned, but obliged, heading out the door, the teacher close on her heels. Hopefully the principle's office would be more interesting than the boring old classroom.
When they reached the office Magenta was delighted to see that her brother was there, he was just leaving when she arrived.
"Riff!" she exclaimed happily, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck.
"Genta?" Riff Raff gave her a quick hug before placing her on the ground. "What are you doing here?"
Magenta shrugged and pointed at Ms Thompson.
"What's she done?" Riff Raff asked the teacher.
"She's being disrupting and using language completely inappropriate to her years," Ms Thompson told him.
"Do you mind if I come into the office with you?" Riff Raff asked.
"I suppose, you are the highest authority over Magenta present," the teacher held the door open for him.
"I prefer to think of us as equals," Riff Raff muttered, so that his sister could hear him, but her teacher could not.
"Vhy vere you in the principal's office, Riff?" Magenta whispered to him as they walked.
Riff Raff replied, "I've been put up a grade."
"Is that good?"
"Yes," Riff Raff ruffled her already ruffled hair, laughing.
The principle, Mr. Cleveland, was a burly looking man, despite his transvestite appearance. Most people just called him sir, teachers included.
"Sir?" Ms Thompson knocked on his door.
The door swung open and Magenta was eye level with the top of a pair of fishnets, she glanced up, trying to see the man's face, but his belly blocked her view, so she instead took her brother's hand and climbed into his lap as he sat down.
"Hello Riff Raff, what are you doing back here so soon. Who is this?" Sir peered at the tiny red-head.
"A new student," Ms Thompson cut in. "Magenta Adams."
"Adams?" Sir glanced at Riff Raff. "A relation of yours?"
"Yes, Sir," Riff Raff nodded. "My little sister."
Sir turned his attention to Ms Thompson, "Why have you brought her to me?"
"Mainly because she was using inappropriate language," Ms Thompson said.
"What did she say?"
"Bloody," Ms Thompson spat the word out like it was dirt.
"What's wrong with that?" Sir asked.
"What's wrong with it?" the teacher repeated in a shrill voice. "She was using it to describe another student."
"No, I vasn't," Magenta spoke up. "I said that there vas no bloody vay I vanted to play vith him."
Sir glanced down at her, "That seems acceptable."
"I disagree," Ms Thompson said. "The other children might start using it, and then we could have an epidemic on our hands."
Sir rolled his eyes before addressing Magenta, "Will you promise not to use words like that around the other students?"
Magenta frowned, but nodded.
"Is that all?" the principle asked.
"She's not doing anything, she won't play with anything," Ms Thompson complained.
"Why won't you play?" Sir asked.
"There is nothing fun," Magenta replied.
"What about the dolls, all the other girls like dolls."
Riff Raff answered for her, "Magenta hasn't played with dolls since she was two, she finds them incredibly juvenile."
"Painting?"
"Magenta isn't allowed to paint," Riff Raff explained. "The last time she got her hands on paint she covered everything in it, I'm still finding flecks on things today, and this was two years ago."
"What about just talking?" the principle asked.
Magenta gave the man another frown, "People tease me vhen I talk. They say my voice is funny, and that I must be foreign and there is no vay they vill ever talk to me."
"That's not very nice," the principle said. "Well, if they do that, just tell your teacher, and she can send them to me."
Magenta nodded and then slipped off her brother's lap, landing neatly on the floor, "Can ve go back now?"
Back in the classroom Magenta decided to go over to the boy that the teacher had pointed out earlier. He was sitting in the same spot, playing with a piece of string.
"Hello," Magenta drawled, her accent thick.
The boy looked up and smiled at her.
"My name is Magenta, vhat's yours?"
The boy remained silent, staring at her.
"Do you talk?"
The boy nodded.
"Vill you talk to me?"
Another nod.
Magenta let out a frustrated sigh, "If you don't talk to me now, I'm gonna just valk avay."
"My name is Kym," the boy, Kym, told her.
"Do you have any friends?" Magenta asked politely.
"No," Kym shook his head. "Nobody ever really likes me."
"Vhy not?"
"They say that I look funny," Kym replied.
Magenta stepped back and examined him. His hair was curly blonde, and his nose was a small stub, his fingers curved into talons, but that didn't pose a problem to Magenta. In response she told him about her lack of friendship.
"Zey say I talk funny."
"We make a good couple then," Kym laughed.
"Ve don't make any sort of couple," Magenta stepped back away from him. "Ve are friends, okay?"
Kym didn't understand her meaning but nodded, not wanting to lose his one chance at a friend.
It was on their first day of high school that Magenta and Kym were ever bothered by anyone. Magenta was far stronger than she looked, and often beat people up, in the beginning, when they teased her, or her strange friend. The other children soon learned that crossing Magenta Adams was a very bad idea. However when they began high school many of the students were different, and didn't know how forceful she could become. All they knew was how beautiful she was, and, for many of them, how much they wanted her. One boy in particular.
"Hey girl," he greeted her on the second day.
Magenta looked up from talking to Kym, "Hello?"
"What's your name babe?" he asked. "I'm Christian Moreton."
"Magenta Adams," Magenta replied, hoping that he would go away soon. "Vhat do you vant?"
"Nice accent," Christian noted. "Where are you from?"
"Here," Magenta replied.
"Seriously?" Christian laughed. "I was sure you would be from somewhere else."
"Mm," Magenta nodded and turned back to her friend.
"You don't have to hang around with this jerk," Christian sneered at Kym. "Come with me, my group is a lot more fun."
Magenta stood up to her full height, which wasn't all that much, but her presence was much more powerful, and Christian immediately stepped backwards away from her.
"I find Kym plenty of fun," she glared at him.
Kym stood up as well, grabbing Magenta's arm and trying to pull her away, "Come on Genta, let's go now. Please don't fight."
"Fight?" Christian laughed. "Don't worry little boy, I won't start a fight with someone as beautiful as this."
"That's not what I'm worried about," Kym muttered, still trying to pull his friend away.
"Come on babe," Christian held out a hand to her. "Let's go have some real fun, if you know what I mean."
"Sex?" Magenta raised an eye. "That's your offer? Leave my best friend for sex vith you?"
"Well, yeah."
Magenta laughed, "That is not going to happen, ever."
"Why not?" Christian asked.
"If you insult my best friend you insult me, I vould never sleep vith someone who insulted me."
Christian raised an arm and grabbed her chest, "What if you had no choice?"
Magenta slapped him in the face, causing him to recoil.
"You bitch," Christian glared, but his want for her did not die. "That's okay, I like it when they fight."
This time Magenta punched him properly, his nose and upper lip started to bleed. Now quite angry he balled up his own fist and swung it at her. He connected with her cheek. She gasped as she had the wind knocked out of her and Kym caught her as she stumbled. Once she had her breath back she straightened and a proper fight began. Kym eventually managed to pull her away.
"Just wait," Christian called to her as she was dragged away by her best friend. "One day, I will have you."
Kym managed to get her home and dragged her into the bathroom. Riff Raff heard them arrive and went down to greet his sister.
"Genta?" he called out.
"We're in here!" Kym called back.
"Kym? Are you here to?" Riff Raff followed the sound of his voice.
"Yeah," Kym replied. "We're in the bathroom."
"You better be decent," Riff Raff warned as he entered the bathroom.
As soon as he saw his sister he dropped to his knees and started to stroke her hair.
"What happened to her?" he turned sharply to the boy.
"Some guy at school was hitting on her," Kym explained. "She didn't like it."
"Did she start it?"
"Yeah," Kym nodded.
"Genta, why do you always have to fight?" Riff Raff asked his sister, who by now was running water over her bloodied leg in the tub.
"It vasn't my fault," Magenta replied, pushing her skirt up to her hips so she could clean her leg better.
Riff Raff glanced at Kym, who shook his head.
"I have a feeling it was your fault," Riff Raff told her.
"Vell," Magenta considered. "I delivered the first punch, but he grabbed my tit."
Riff Raff's gaze hardened, "He did what?"
"It doesn't matter," Magenta gave a joyous giggle. "You don't need to get him for me Riff, I took care of it, he came off far worse than me."
"Good," Riff Raff replied, momentarily forgetting his role as responsible big brother, then, "I really wish that you wouldn't fight, Genta."
"I vouldn't," Magenta began to take off her skirt, because it kept slipping down, so she was wearing only her underwear and a very open blouse. "But they alvays deserve it."
Riff Raff looked away from her, giving her a little privacy, "Can you please promise me that you will stop?"
Magenta pulled a face.
"Please?" Riff Raff and Kym spoke together.
"Fine," Magenta sighed. "I'm going to have a bath now, if you're too uncomfortable vith that go now."
Both males hesitated briefly before exiting the room. They found out later that it didn't matter if Magenta had agreed to not fighting, everyone heard about the incident and avoided her. She liked it that way.
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