A/N: Next chapter's up! :D Finally, an entire chapter (short as it may be) dedicated to Riff's pov! 33 Gaah! I'm so addicted to the song 'Lullaby' from Shock Treatment. Haha, anyone else love it??

Anywho, please r&r! 3 Would be greatly appreciated! MWAHS!

Riff Raff's POV

I glared at the door as my sister stormed off. I couldn't believe her! We'd always been abnormally close, but this was becoming ridiculous! She had no right to go and nearly beat poor Lydia to death. I than thought back to what I'd heard as I had entered the room previously. Something ab out how if she couldn't have me, no one else would?

"Eugh…" I shook my head, this was all too much to come home to. I than turned to Lydia who was busy pulling glass fragments from her beautiful flesh. "Are you alright?" I offered, walking over to help clean her up, along with the mess that had resulted from their fight.

"I am now that you're here to save me from that wretched sister of yours."

I smiled grimly. I hated myself, even after everything, I shouldn't of slapped her. I remembered back to the days when we lived with our mother. Everyone had always said how much I looked like her. I figured they'd meant physically, and maybe they did, what with our identical slender build, blonde hair, and blue eyes…but now…now I was wondering if I'd inherited her negative brute-like traits as well.

Once Lydia and the house were cleaned up, we sat on the couch together. She wrapped her bandaged arms around me lovingly as I lit a cigarette (one of Magenta's, I rarely smoked). I needed it at this point, the anger and resentment still lingering.

Even if she'd done this, I shouldn't of laid a hand on her. I dreaded the thought of becoming like our mother-- always resorting to violence.

"What is it darling?" You seem so upset." I heard Lydia say.

"Nothing." I snapped, without meaning to. I ran my fingers through my long hair, unintentionally pulling hair out. It was a bad habit I'd accumulated when I got stressed out. Magenta would always yell at me for it, telling me that I'd make myself bald beyond my years if I kept it up.

"Look, Riff, if you feel bad about hitting her, you shouldn't. She had it coming, you saw what she did to me."

"But she's my sister. . ."

"It doesn't matter, besides, what kind of sister gets jealous of their brothers' girlfriends and forces them to break up? I didn't want to say it but at this point, I don't think I have a choice. She admitted to me . . . That she has feelings for you, the kind of feelings a sister shouldn't have for their own flesh and blood. . ."

My eyes widened with surprise, so I hadn't heard wrong?! Magenta held incestuous feelings for me?! Suddenly my cheeks flushed and I rubbed my temples, feeling a sudden painful throbbing in the back of my head. Guilt was taking over me more and more by the second.

I remember when I was younger, ten or more years ago, I had felt the same way towards Magenta. But I knew it was wrong to be in love with her, she was my sister for heaven's sake! I'd done everything in my power to cast out these disgusting feelings. They were wrong, it could never happen, she'd never feel the same.

I would tell myself these things every night until finally, I came to believe it.

But now, now everything was different. Now I come to find out that she felt the same for me?!

All ill-feelings and anger for what Magenta had done were now obliterated.

"Riff Raff?"

I blinked looking up to Lydia and down to my hands which were entangled with long blonde strands of hair.

"Look, I have to go find Magenta. I promised her I'd always protect her. I can't have her out alone and like this. . ."

"But Riff!!"

"SHUT UP! Just shut up and leave!" I stood up and opened the door, nearly shoving her out and down the stairs.

I quickly ran to our room and grabbed both hers and my coat, before leaving to look for her.

Regardless of what had happened, she was my sister, and I loved her. I would very well kill myself if I found out something had happened to her. I realized that I'd never really cared for Lydia on my walk as I mused my feelings. She had just been a device to get over loving Magenta. It was like how it had been at school, all those who I had claimed to be my friend, never really were. I just kind of used them so I wouldn't seem out of place there. All my life, the only person who I really had (and mattered) was my sister, which is partly why I was never interested in friends.

Even if I harbored feelings for her this whole time, and convinced myself I could never have her, I knew that Lydia was used simply to get over her (almost like a rebound without actually ever having dated the first person, being Magenta).

At school, all I cared about was getting through it, it was all so very easy for me. I wasn't the most handsome, nor was I the best in sports or the like, but I could always count on my intelligence. It was the one thing I knew I excelled in. And in a way, I suppose I was thankful for it, it had gotten me the job at the Furters, hadn't it? And that was important to both my sister and I, because we couldn't handle living with our mother any longer.

In a way, I guess everything happened for a reason. And I repeated that to myself as I walked, knowing that if indeed, it all happened for a reason, than things wouldn't end badly. At least, that's what I hoped.

I frowned with conflicting emotions battling one another as I ran down the street and began the frantic search. I knew her, something like this would cause her to do something drastic I was simply afraid I'd be too late to save her this time.

"Oh lord, Magenta…please don't be too hasty…" I pleaded silently.