Dark Green Eyes

"No!" Magenta said. "You'll stay here. I'll go and talk to him."
As she saw her brother`s look she added: "Don't be concerned. I'll just try to provide you some time to prepare yourself."

With that she stroked his hair fleetingly and hurriedly left the room.

Magenta hurried up the stairs to get into the lab. The lift was still creaking, containing the prince. Unfortunately, there was no other way to get into the lab, so Magenta waited impatiently at the floor below the lab until the lift would hopefully come back to carry her upstairs.

The lift came down and Magenta stepped inside, mentally trying to find a way to distract the prince from his current intention.

Frank was standing in the bright lab, eagerly looking at the lift that slowly came into view.
As he caught sight of Magenta appearing, the excitedly look on his face disappeared all of a sudden.
"Where is that brother of yours?" he asked in a baleful voice.
"He had regained some strength and is now preparing himself to join and help you, master," Magenta said, ignoring the prince`s bad mood.
"Maybe I could do some of his tasks until he will be able to show himself to you, master?"
Magenta gave a hopeful look.

Frank just stared at her - thinking.
Then he turned abruptly and walked over to the desk.
"I don`t think that you are qualified to fill the position of Riff Raff."
Looking down at all the papers he added hesitantly: "but maybe you are able to write something down."
With that he turned and motioned Magenta to take a seat at the desk.

Probably a lot of people would think that Frank is nothing more than a spoiled and sex-maniac royal child.
But that`s a fallacy.
Frank was indeed smart and he had quite a lot of talents, but it seemed to be wasted talent. Simply said: Frank was just too lazy, because he felt his ultimate destination would only be achieved by exploring sex.

Magenta sat down and took the pencil.
"What next?" she asked looking expectantly at the prince.

Frank looked down at her.
"So I assume that your brother had initiated you into my newest experiment?" Frank instantly held his breath.
"He told me that you`re working on a new project he had prepared last night, master," Magenta said, hoping that the prince would not send her away because of her ignorance.
Franks eyes widened. He felt that he started to lose his temper, but unexpectedly regained his self-control quickly.
`Riff Raff would not be that careless, would he? But if he had told her something and now she`s playing the innocent ignoramus...`
Frank leaned closer to Magenta. He smelled her discreet but bewitching natural scent and whispered into hear ear: "What exactly did he told you?"

The closeness of the prince and his purring voice sent shivers down Magenta`s spine.
It could have been a pleasant feeling, but Frank`s words released a pulse to keep her head clear.
"I`m sorry, master, but that`s all I know," she said carefully, looking straight ahead.
Frank stared right into her eyes – dark green eyes – similar to his own.

He rose.
"Well, then let`s start."
He took a sheet of paper and placed it before Magenta. Then he rummaged through the notes that his servant had made last night and began to read...

Riff Raff had finished cleaning himself and took his jacket. Magenta would have to bandage some of the huge gashes later. For now he would have to suffer through the pain. And he was determined to deal with it.
He was too concerned. He hadn`t told Magenta anything at all, but who knows? If Frank had done something to her...

He hurried his steps.
Loud music filled the castle. It was coming from the ballroom below. Columbia.
Since Riff Raff knew that girl, she was either bubbling or tap-dancing.
`This girl has no aim in life! Just tapping or bubbling – hopelessly devoted to the prince... No future...`
He stepped into the lift and closed the doors.

`No future.`

Frank heard the lift creaking and looked up.
Ah yes. So he was still alive. Good.

"Magenta, you are allowed to leave now. Continue your abandoned tasks and finish them properly!"

Magenta dropped the pencil immediately and rubbed her right hand.
"As you wish, master."
No – this was not her favourite task. She was not Frank`s secretary! How could Riff Raff do this all day long?
Besides, she didn`t understand a single word Frank had told her, so she just concentrated on writing everything down properly.

Magenta went to the lift.
As Riff Raff stepped out, their eyes met and he cracked a weak but lovingly and willing smile.
Magenta slightly ran her hand over his stomach as she passed her brother, mouthed a `Later` and raised an eyebrow with a seductive smile.
With that she disappeared into the lift.

"So Riff Raff - ," Frank`N Furter said in a calculating voice, "there you are finally."
Riff Raff ignored the prince, sighed and walked towards the desk.
"I have to know what you did the last hour, master," he said taking the pencil.
He sat down and started reading the notes.

Frank hesitated, but then turned slowly.
"I was building a man," he said nonchalantly.
"Yes. I know. And I see," Riff Raff said unperturbed, still reading the notes, "but there`s a major failure."
He handed the script to the prince.
"Page five. The calculation of vasodilatation. There`s a failure, master."
Frank looked sternly at him and then at the script.

Silence.

After a few minutes he threw it back at the desk and said: "Then you have to correct it!"

With that he turned, ready to head for his chamber, but suddenly stopped and turned once more towards Riff Raff. He gracefully marched over to him.
Riff Raff just sat there and kept quiet.
Frank reached him and carefully took his chin: "If you are not able to understand me correctly, I`ll tell you for the last time: if you tell your sister anything about it at all, you`ll have to bear the consequences!"
He looked him deep into the eyes.

Riff Raff didn`t dare to move.
He didn`t know what Magenta had told the prince, but he was all too aware that Frank wasn`t joking.