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Anywho... Here's chapter two!

Things hadn't been so bad before Mother died.

It had just been Riff and his father. His mother had died in childbirth; he'd never known her, and really, he had no wish to. His father was often drunk, but never abused Riff- not then. Not yet. He simply left the house, and wouldn't come back until early the next morning. Yet one time… One time he brought someone else with him.

Riff, only five at the time, had been sound asleep, but his father's entrance had once again woken him up. Usually, his father would simply stumble into the house, stumble down the hall, and stumble into bed, where all stumbling would cease and be replaced with his snoring. Yet this time there was another sound- laughter, pretty and high-pitched. A woman's laugh. It wasn't the first time his father brought a woman over (and the occasional man was no surprise, either), but Riff's sleep-clouded mind grappled with confusion and the want to go back to its previous occupation. The latter won over, and he soon fell back asleep.

He woke up quite early the next morning, thinking only of the fact that he was hungry; so, he roused himself enough to drag his feet down the hall and get something to eat. Having been half-asleep when he heard laughter the night before, he hardly remembered it, and therefore what he met in the kitchen came as a complete surprise.

A woman sat at the kitchen table, and didn't notice at all when he came in. Her full attention seemed to be directed at the cup of coffee in her hands, rather than the room around her or the small blonde boy who'd just entered the area. Riff's first thought was that she was very, very pretty. She had very long, frizzy orange hair and dark, sleepy eyes. Most of her legs were visible, as the hem of the plain black dress she wore reached only to just above her knee- one of the more modest of the Transsexual fashions. She was quite thin, but not grotesquely so, and pale. Then again, most Transsexuals were. The planet had three moons and only one, small sun, few daylight hours, and a rather cold climate. Of course she was pale.

Walking up to her (she still didn't notice him, and this sort of disturbed him), Riff tugged on the sleeve of her dress.

"S'cuse me, Missus lady person…"

She jumped visibly at both his touch and his voice, and Riff was surprised that she didn't spill her coffee. When she finally saw him, Riff expected her to act as others had when they met him- to be surprised, perhaps a bit offended, and mutter something along the lines of "He didn't tell me he had a son…" But what she did do surprised him even more.

She smiled.

Riff liked her immediately.

"Hello! What's your name?" she said enthusiastically.

"Riff Raff..." he mumbled, looking at her shyly from beneath a curtain of scraggly blonde hair. He smiled at the sound of her voice; she had an accent that made what sound like vhat. "You talk funny."

She laughed. "Do I?"

They didn't talk much after that, yet the early morning air remained silent in a comfortable way; she left before his father got up, and he didn't see her again for a long time after that. He soon forgot all about their early morning meeting, as small children are apt to do.

He was reminded a few months later, though.

It was late, heavy rain striking the windows and roof in a torrential current. His father was, for once, home, but this was probably only due to the poor weather. Riff stayed in his room, unable to sleep, curled up on the bed and drawing patterns on the quilt with his finger. He didn't want to leave the room, although he was wide awake and unbearably bored. His father loomed like a swaggering, foul shadow in the kitchen down the hall, and although the violence would not come until later years, Father was still frightening to Riff when he was drunk.

Riff was just managing to doze off when he heard his father, first grunt, and then call- "Git the door, boy." Sitting up and swinging his feet off the side of his bed, Riff wondered why Father didn't just get the door himself, being far closer and not half-asleep (okay, perhaps the latter wasn't true.) Then again, it was best not to argue with him.

Stumbling down the hall and through the kitchen (giving his drunken father a wide berth in doing so) to the front hall, Riff opened the door slowly. There she was- fiery red hair drenched and plastered to her scalp and pale skin, seeming almost a dark brown from the damp. She was dressed in a dark red dress (it was probably originally a bright, vibrant scarlet, yet it was, like her hair, darkened from the rain), the hem of which was so high that one could very nearly see her undergarments. She didn't look unhappy, only tired; black circles surrounding her dark eyes, mascara smeared from the wet and lipstick faded. Too preoccupied with trying to make the connection between this miserable looking wretch and the fiery, vibrant woman he'd met nearly nine months before, it took longer than would've been expected for him to notice the bulge in her midsection.

Riff stood there, frozen before the drenched, pregnant woman who stood in the doorway. He'd known what she and his father had done that night she'd first come here; of course he knew. Transsexual children, much unlike the Earthling young that Riff would later come to know, knew most of the basic facts about sexual intercourse by the time they could walk and talk. The thing was…Riff had never expected that...that…

"C-come in…"

She stepped inside, and her eyes fell on his own. She smiled now, and although it was a small smile, her eyes did light up, and Riff could finally see the pretty young woman he'd met eight and a half months before. He managed to smile back.

"Hello again, boy."

Riff was silent. She sounded just the same as before.

Moving past him slowly, she went into the kitchen where his father was sprawled in a chair. Riff followed her only with his eyes, fearful of what was to come next; he waited for the yelling to start, for the loud, resounding bang of his father's chair striking the floor as he rose up so quickly he knocked it over. Riff waited for that pretty, kind woman with the funny sounding voice and that beautiful laugh to run away, to dart past him in a wet and scarlet clad blur, never to return.

Nothing happened. Nothing like that, anyway.

Voices. Just…talking. His father's was deeply slurred yet somehow comprehensible; hers was of course higher, soft and inquiring. Riff still stood frozen when the red-haired woman came back to stand before him. She bent gingerly, only just as much as she could, one hand to her stomach as she moved. Still, she managed to come to his eye level.

"I'm going to be staying here for a while."

Silence. Slowly, Riff felt himself smile again. She did, too.

"Okay."

Yeah, this one's a bit longer than the last chapter. I bet you can guess who the baby is! (as if I could make it more obvious). And yeah, it's completely my idea to make them half-siblings. So.. It's only half incest! Muahaha! XD

Anyway, please R&R! Chapter three will come soon enough!