A/N: Here is chapter two. Hope you like.

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"Master, Rocky is ready for you." Columbia almost whispered. Her head hung low, without making eye contact.

"Wonderful!" Frank patted her head as he rushed up to his quarters.

Columbia was still looking down, worried. She couldn't let Frank take away Eddie's life.

"Eddie…" Columbia held her head up high, "I'll save you, even if it kills me."

She marched off to her room.

Magenta crossed Columbia's path and the two of them stopped. The both knew what the other one's problem was, mostly.

"Can't find Riff?" Columbia asked.

"Of course not. That man is probably clung to the ceiling or something." Magenta sighed.

They both chuckle lightly.

"Plotting to help your Eddie?" Magenta asked.

"Yeah, I am." Columbia sighed.

There was a silence for a short time. That silence meant 'Sorry that you have a problem, but I need to deal with my own now.'

So, the two of them smiled at each other and strolled off in opposite directions.

Magenta looked practically everywhere. His favorite rooms, her favorite rooms, every bloody room. He was no where. Where could he be? Magenta sighed and went back to re-check the rooms.

First thing's first, Riff Raff chambers. She opened the door and looked in. Magenta loved Riff raff's room. His floor was solid stone and the walls were painted black. The rug under his bed was black and white in a spiral pattern. Dangling from his ceiling was a beautiful chandler. It glistened in the dim light of the wall touches' fire. Yet, no Riff Raff.

Magenta shut the door and headed to the Throne room. If he wasn't there, maybe her room? She looked inside and what luck. She found her brother pacing the room. He flinched once he seen her.

"Oh, it's just you." Riff continued pacing.

"Just you?" Magenta hissed, "That's no way to greet your sister, Riff Raff."

Riff gave out an irritated sigh.

Magenta snorted, "Well, aren't you just a bowl of sunshine."

"I don't need this Magenta." Riff Raff warned.

"I don't need this from you either!" Magenta snapped, "I've been looking all over for you this afternoon! And now that I found you, you won't even give me a second glance!"

She didn't face him when she snapped at him, she was too frustrated. She heard no noise behind her. Just silence. This angered her even more. Before she could turn around, arms held her from movement. Magenta sighed in slight anger. She didn't want Riff near her now, and yet the embrace almost made her just want to melt into his arms.

Riff Raff rested his head on hers and they sighed together.

"I apologize, dear sister, I have just been irritated with Frank, even more so, lately." Riff said with a hushed tone.

"Tell me about it." Magenta groaned.

They laughed. When was Frank not a problem to them? They have been his servants for almost half of there life. They grew tolerable to most of his actions, but they still needed to blow off steam. Whether it was yelling at one another, throwing thing at the walls, or screaming at nothing. They both knew why the other was frustrated.

Magenta seemed to grow even sadder within their silence and Riff Raff noticed this.

"Magenta," Riff Raff began, "Do you remember your 13th birthday?"

Magenta was confused for a moment, and then it came to her. "Yes, I do. It was the only time we went to the Flamingo." She started to smile. "I always dreamed of going there. It was the fanciest restaurant around. You spoiled me that day, buying me everything that I wanted on the menu."

"I was saving up for it for the longest time," Riff Raff smiled, "Ever since you told me you wanted to go there."

Magenta squeezed her brother's arm. "I missed our street life. It was ten times better than this life."

"This isn't life." Riff Raff hissed, "It's more like Hell." He paused and gazed down at his sister, "Along side my little angel."

Magenta almost fell, her knees were so weak. He hadn't called her his 'little angel' in a long time. Riff felt her slip from his grip and squeezed her a little tighter.

"Don't you fall now." Riff said, kissing the top of her ear lob.

Riff Raff guided her over to the throne and Magenta sat. He took a few steps back. That woman was his queen.

Magenta switched her current sitting position to have her body and legs lay on the seat's arms. She gave Riff a grin.

"You were made for that throne." Riff said, starting to walk behind it.

Magenta tossed her head back and laughed, "No not I, but maybe for you brother."

"Or the both of us." Riff hissed, grinning down at his beloved sister.

His sister's grin matched his.

"Do you know what needs to be done?" Riff asked. There was a hint of evil in his eyes.

"Are you speaking of," Magenta sat, partially, up on her knees. Riff followed his sister's gaze, their slow movements synchronize with each other until Riff was standing straight and Magenta sat all the way up on her knees. "Overthrowing Frank?"

"Overthrow?" Riff whispered, "No, no." He placed his finger on Magenta's nose. "Murder."

Magenta smiled, but the tone in Riff Raff's voice frightened her. Riff would murder Frank. A difficult task it would be, they both knew. It is something they had wanted, mostly Riff, for a while.

"How?" Magenta questioned.

"I haven't yet decided. But, if I could choose it would be slow and torturous." Riff answered.

Suddenly, a voice of a younger Magenta rang through his head.

"Riff Raff! Ri-"

Then a younger Frank-n-furter.

"Don't worry, Riffy ol' boy. She's in good hands…" He chuckled.

"Riff?" Magenta poked his forehead. "Are you alright? You're as pale as…well even more pale then you already are."

Riff snapped out of his memory, "He must be dealt with as soon as possible, sister." There was that tone that scared Magenta again, yet it was creepier.

Riff gripped the sides of the chair, looking down at nothing, "He will pay with his life. That bastard thief will die even if it kills me!"

Now it was Magenta's turn to calm him, "Don't get yourself all worked up, now. Save that for when your hands are actually around his neck."

Riff was glaring at the air.

"Come sit down." Magenta offered, petting the seat.

She noticed that he gripped the chair even harder.

Magenta's hand reached out to the bottom of Riff's chin, which startled him. She moved his chin, so that he faced her. Riff Raff's eyes had no anger in them anymore. Instead they were filled with sorrow and guilt. "Please?"

Riff couldn't say no to his dear sister. In moments they sat, side by side, in Frank's throne. His arm was around her waist and her's were around his shoulders. It was quiet once more.

They enjoyed the silence for once. No yelling, no complaining, no orders. The two of them remand quiet for an hour at least, and then Magenta rested her head on Riff's.

"Do you remember how we'd always climb up on that abandoned house's roof and watch the stars?" She whispered, closing her eyes.

"Yes, I remember. We'd see who could count the most stars before falling asleep." Riff Raff chuckled closing his eyes.

"It was stupid game. We never got to know who won because we'd fall asleep." She giggled.

"We always forgot the number the next day." Riff smiled.

There was a long pause.

"I want our life back." Magenta sighed.

"Soon, sister, soon." Riff mumbled, "I promise…"

They slept in the Throne room that night holding each other, making sure the other one would stay by their side for eternity.

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A/N: 2/9 Complete. I was listening to "I Touch Myself" by Jack Off Jill and I giggled at alternative things I could have typed. –laughs- Next chapter Riff is going to be a bit of a meanie to someone. Find out who…soon!