Chapter two: My strong devotion

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Summary: Riff and magenta are close, but why, why so close, other siblings usually treat each other with rivalry. Riff raff seems to be aiming for a higher meaning but magenta?

Magenta laid her head across her brother's lap as he worked on his project. They were sat in his room, at his desk. Riff raff was quite content to just sit their scribbling his notes and stroking his sister's hair. He acknowledged that for the first two hours or so of them being comfortable up here their mother was having a rather frantic search for them downstairs, followed with a random cry of RIFF RAFF or MAGENTA.

"-in another dimension, with voyeuristic intention..." drawled magenta pulling at a thread on her brothers white crinkled shirt. Riff raff automatically smiled and tickled the space underneath her ear. She giggled and bit his finger like a kitten would. As much as he was grateful for all his mother did for him, and of course how deliriously well she had brought up magenta, she was so concerned with being concerned. It troubled him to think she cared too much about them...too much to not let them break away when the time is right?

"Brother?" Riff raff jumped slightly as his thoughts were interrupted. He pulled his sister close to him warmly.

"Yes, my dear?" eh well, he could forgive her anything.

"You'll always be with me right?"

Riff raff blinked, but he did like where this conversation had struck.

"Of course, my only place is beside you, little sister,"

"Good, because I'll always be with you, you do love me right?"

Riff smiled dazedly but wryly, "Yes, who couldn't?"

Magenta was satisfied with this answer and winked at her brother. "Good, because I'll always love you," she sighed. Riff raff glanced down at his sister expectantly, she was beginning to get twitchy, which meant she had more stuff to say but wouldn't in fear of disturbing him. Eh, he'd wait until she'd snap.

"Riff raff do you have a girlfriend?" She blurted out.

Riff raff choked on some air and was thrown forward by this question. "Girlfriend?" he exclaimed incredulously.

"Yeah, you know, a partner, a soul mate, someone who you love and kiss and cuddle, and do things that unfortunately mum and dad are intent on doing." She perked, playing with a fold in his shirt.

"Where did you learn about these sought's of things!?"

"Urgh, I'm not stupid, brother, I am quite capable of picking things up as I go along." She scoffed rolling her eyes. One of her fingers curled in her hair.

Riff raff shifted uncomfortably, he couldn't handle his sister doing any of those things, not with anyone else. Riff raff blinked again, this time harder, not with anyone else, where the hell did that come from, a huge blush crept up his neck and cheeks, and a humorous sweat seemed to steam his forehead.

"Well do you have a girlfriend or not!?" ordered Magenta leaning up to face him. Riff raff regarded her more than uncomfortably. Her eyes searing with and angry heat, it shocked him.

"The only person I have ever thought of as my soul mate and partner is you, I swear."

Magenta's pretty face screwed up, she was not expecting that answer.

"What? Aren't you flattered?" he inquired with caution.

"Of course, brother, but they'd kill us." She whispered comically in his ear.

"Why?" he whispered back.

"That's incest!" she strained just as quietly.

Riff raff burst out laughing and her sister frowned sincerely with a blush.

"You can't have seriously though I meant-"magenta had pushed a finger to his lips and sat neatly next to him.

"You're the one who mentioned it, Riff raff." Riff blinked again, his heart stammering (the guy sure does like to blink doesn't he).

This was an evil game she was playing, thought Riff raff. She had learnt how to be as sharp tongued and as venomous as a grown woman, her skill was ten times that amount of a woman, and she did it with a clear conscience. But was this the truth? Was it the soul reason they were close? No, of course not, they were close because of their sibling bond, but maybe they were attracted because they were both the only individuals they had taken the time to get to know properly. Attraction? Surely not, Riff panicked. But he had to know, was it really...this? Riff swallowed a generous gulp and absent minded leant towards his sister his eyes closed, Magenta frowned, stuck between two options, Give in to this male control system and know the truth, or keep your pride as an independent woman untouched. She could feel his warm and shallow breath on her face and could feel the fear creeping and lurking in her stomach. Magenta gasped outwardly and as her brothers lips were just about to meet hers, Riff raff's bedroom door was flung open. Jazzy was holding the laundry basket, his face flushed from carrying it up the flight of stairs. Magenta and Riff raff had flung apart and were now eyeing their father innocently. Jazzy turned to face them; a grin cracked his youthful face.

"Hey, there's the two greatest kids in the world. Sorry I didn't knock, Riffy. This is quite loadful you've managed to save up." He laughed good heartedly and placed the basket on Riffs bed.

"Your mum was calling you for ages, kids, you know she can't really be lifting heavy things with her back, I'm not angry just try to be a little more vigilant and assertive towards these things." He sniffed and patted them both on the head. Magenta jumped off the chair and jogged happily downstairs. Riff raff for someone reason became flooded with fear. He shook it off and managed a smile at his father.

"Father?"

"Yeah, son?"

"How did you and mum fall in love?"

"Oh, well I uh-well, we met in Transylvania, obviously, and uh those days your mum was working as a doctor for the big Furter herself-"

"No-how did you two fall in love, you know how??"

Jazzy frowned, "You've lost me...do you mean...sex?"

Riff raff stared at his father his face blank an annoyed twitch etching at his cheeks. "No, father I don't mean sex, I mean how was the feeling how did you know, what was that feeling like?" He drew in a breath and turned himself more into his father's direction.

"OH, oh"

Jazzy took the seat Magenta had vacated and sighed thoughtfully, "It's hard, son, it's something you can't live without when you feel it. You just know."

"But I don't know!" Riff raff yelled in annoyance. Jazzy just smiled and tried to go into deeper detail.

"Well, let's see..."

That night Magenta was in her room, typing on her Compucom. Violet magenta and Jazzy were laid nicely on their bed enjoying a cuddle talking about Riffs sudden interest (and of course behind riffs back)

"I wonder who's he's taken to,"

Violet pushed her nose into her husband's neck contentedly "Mmmm, I don't know, jay, but he's very picky, up until now I thought he was a prude girl-wise,"

"Maybe it's a boy he's interested in," shrugged jazzy indifferently. "That could be cool; we could use some freedom like that in here,"

"...Or a sister?" asked Violet looking up at her husband. Jazzy scowled then let it drop.

"Vi, it's a free planet here, whatever he wants goes."

"Not with me, isn't it weird?"

"That's your earth blood talking, honey." Sighed Jazzy once more rubbing his eyes.

"We don't talk about that remember!? Eh, I suppose, it would explain why they are so close,"

"Not necessarily, darling, loads of siblings are close,"

"Like Maggie and Riff??"

"Maybe,"

Riff raff knocked on his sister's door tentatively. Then as his confidence grew the knocks became louder.

"Hello, come in!"

Riff raff stepped inside her room, her room had a musty smell about it, a smell he knew she loved, and she loved old historical, legend based things. The smell made her antique room come alive. See, the house was originally an aristocrats house, called Eldin Verter, house three hundred years ago, and twenty years ago their parents had managed to buy it, a little while before that there was a fire in the building, the only rooms that weren't destroyed, was magentas room, His room, the living room, the hall way and the dining room. The other rooms, the kitchen, the bathrooms and his parent's bedrooms are re-built and look slightly more modern. Magentas room is large but winding so it seems bigger. She has five book cases, a fish tank, a four poster double bed with black and crimson curtains, her whole room and furniture belonged to the aristocrat's sister Kellinoise Verter.

Magenta was wearing her long white night gown, which probably also belonged to Kellinoise to, Magenta liked to feel the part.

"Hello brother," her eyes were especially sparkly today twinkling a midnight blue. Her hair was shiny and blazing her face pale underneath her preferred candle light.

"What can I help you with?"

Riff raff's footsteps were slow at first then hurried as he jogged over to her and kissed her passionately. Magenta tried to pull away at first but as Riff persisted more, she didn't think of his am her brother anymore,

while they kissed, they weren't family. Riff raff held her as best he could at a dodgy angle, and when he decided it was time for breath it was over. He panted slightly and wiped his mouth, after all it was their first kiss. Magenta looked helpless and held her head as a migraine over came her, to many thoughts at once, to many truths beheld, to many convictions lost. It would have been easier to accept if she were the one to decide if her conviction would be lost, but she didn't have a say, Riff raff made the move and Magenta was lost.