ChapterthreeI'm not yours, I'm no ones

Summary: Little magenta is overcome by a re-occurring sickness, is something from her young past haunting her, why is she so stiff around men? Thanks for your support confused Columbia and blood sucker - This story is kind of sad, Magenta is really being cruel, she's just helpless. Maybe you have a brighter vision of where this story is going after this chapter.

Violet magenta bit her lip as she thought about the peculiar dinner they had yesterday, honestly, Riff raff's strange mood, Magentas inaudible song, Jazzy walking round like he owns the place. Sighing she held her stomach, she felt to weary to care anymore but her role as mother forbade her to give up on these peculiar happenings. Magenta strolled in through the back door, her black shawl wrapped around her; she looked so old that way, so intelligent and defiant. It amazed Violet magenta and she wondered how her daughter could act in a way that so alienated her from the other young girls. Magenta smiled at her mother dreamily her midnight eyes seemingly off in another dimension, spaced out on sensation indeed. Violet jumped as the doorbell rang and both she and Magenta rushed to open it. Jazzy silently followed behind the unknowing girls.

Riff raff carried his project underneath his arm, where is she, he thought. He was looking forward after a long day at school to share his work with his sister; he was rather pleased with it. As much as he loved magenta he had to admit she didn't have a scientific bone in her body, passing your grades in class and exploring hidden aspects in life are two different things. However, she had took it upon herself to become very drawn in by his work, she loved to know how things worked, and as much as he craved the silence when she wasn't there it wasn't all that bad. He thought about the kiss they had shared last night, it was alright. There was something more than just a sibling love going on, it scared him but didn't move him. He would go with it; after all you can't help who you fall in love with. Riff raff smiled to himself then shook his head, darn thoughts.

"Little sister, would you like to see what I have?" he called up the stairs, after a while of staring at those winding ebony rails he pulled a face then turned round quickly as something caught his eye. His father was leant against the wall rubbing his crimson beard with a dubious grin stretching his youthful look, his attention was focused on the door near enough his face. Riff raff glanced at his mother who was stood behind the person he wanted to see. Clasping his work protectively he walked carefully behind his mother, wanting to see who had so rudely ruined his peace by letting the eye paining light stream in.

"Thanks Evon, I must have been in right hurry just to forget my art folder like that. It's strange, I swear I had it on me!" exclaimed Magenta palm smacking herself.

"Eh, it's ok; it wasn't any trouble bringing it round. Besides it was worth it, don't you think?" he smiled at her, Riff raff cocked his head and pouted slightly. He glanced at Magenta who just smiled back at him and took the black folder off him, she didn't seem that interested in the comment thought Riff raff. She just shrugged it off, his father was once again chuckling to himself and his mum made a pass to close the door saying goodbye to Evon who waved and before the door shut he quickly kissed magentas cheek. Magenta stepped back a little but fell against her mother. As the door closed Magenta looked a little disgruntled and grateful at the same time, he could have asked she thought. Violet was grinning knowingly at her youngest, need I remind you, only daughter, with a strange twinkle in her eye. Her father, jazzy, was at first smiling at his little girl but then walked passed her, patting her head and kissing his wife as he passed. Riff raff looked venomous and puzzled at the same time, since when did she hang out with Evon martial, since when did she like boys, and since when did she liked being touched by them? Since when had she not been with him...

Violet kissed magentas head and walked away up to her boudoir. Magenta looked after her mum then turned around shaking her head, she paused as she came face to face with Riff raff.

"Are you alright, dear brother? What are you holding there? Is it your work? Can I see?" Her perfectly aimed mouth was now firing all it had at him, and it took Riff raff a while to figure out what the hell was going on.

"Huh? Oh, yes work, of course, little magenta, I suppose you can see it if you wish," he replied, magenta blinked at how much bitterness came out of his lovely thin lips, sure he always had something bitter to say, but never at her. Riff raff stared at the door longer before turning to his fiery haired sister. "But why would you want to?"

"What do you mean? I Always look at your work with you...I enjoy it, plus its more time with you, who would complain?" she admitted with a smile and jogged up the stairs a little before stopping on the sixth or so step waiting for him.

Riff raff didn't smile, didn't turn to look at her, and besides looking down slightly at his work and shuffling his feet, he didn't move. Magentas face turned stony, "I see, the problem doesn't lie with me, it is you, who grows weary of my presence, fine, I have better things to do with my time. Things you wouldn't understand."

Riff raff turned slowly to look at her his face scrunched up in a most animal like manner it made Magenta stiffen for a moment. "Oh, things I wouldn't understand, what like, flirting with pretty little boys, throwing yourself around like a fish who can't wait to be caught. Is that what you think your bettering yourself with! Hussy," he hissed, Magenta looked down on him, like Queen Furter apparently looks down on her dad. Being every ounce of "royal", Magenta took very slow and empathised steps down the stairs, her face was rigid and she glared back at Riff raff with as much strength as he glared at her. She stopped in front of him, no more than three centre meters away from his face, forcefully she grabbed his folder, He stiffened slightly to stop her but she grabbed it easily. She legged it for the living room and Riff raff ran furiously after her, mentally cursing her speed and agility.

He stopped when she stopped, he stood a little way away from her trying to figure out her next move. Magenta held out his work as if she were going to give it to him, he reached out to take it but was surprised when her arm flung away holding his work over the fireplace. His eyes widened and Magenta smiled. Riff raff didn't bother to hide the fear from his face and stuttered. "Please Magenta, I'm sorry believe me I am, I shouldn't have said it, but that's my work, I worked oh so hard to get where I am, please give it back." His eyes, magenta was surprised to find, were watering, and suddenly the anger was swept away in half a second, her guilt making her cry as well. She pulled her hand away from the fire and handed the work back to her brother who hugged it like a baby, and nodded gratefully.

"I'm sorry Riff raff, I didn't mean to, I was just angry, forgive me, dear brother?"

"I forgive you, my sweet little sister, I shouldn't have said what I did, cruel words only result in cruel actions, and the fault is mine, my dear." He seemed to shrink before her and she wiped her eyes recklessly. She smiled, Riff raff could still taste her guilt but kept silent.

"MAGENTA MAGENTA MCKINLEY!!! You were not brought up by me to do such things to your brother!"

Magenta jumped as did Riff raff, Riff raff screamed shortly as a hand swept down and struck his sisters cheek, he definitely didn't see that coming. Riff raff looked up at his father who's eyes were just as fierce as his hair, Riff raff's fretful eyes glanced down at his sisters form and his face turned unfeeling again. He shouldn't have done that. Magenta McKinley turned her head vehemently at her father, blood swam down her lips and she got up, hate burning through her body. She grabbed the poker from beside the fire and swung it around the steel edge of it slicing her father's face. Riff raff stumbled back a bit in shock. Violet magenta came running downstairs to see what the hell was going on and was shocked to see her husband leaning against a wall holding his torn face. She glanced at Magenta who looked like she could kill him, her seven year old daughter! So vicious she looked. Magenta's eyes narrowed and she screamed a terrible ear splitting scream, Violet flinched and Riff raff grabbed his ears still clinging to his work. Jazzy was staring at his daughter like she was mad. Magenta ended her long blood curdling scream with a loud wail, and threw the poker to the floor, throwing herself down with it. Tears gushed from her pained eyes, and spit from her mouth mingled with the still flowing blood. She kept shaking her head, mumbling to herself, it wasn't true it wasn't true, I didn't mean to I didn't mean to. Violet jogged over to them both she touched her husband's knee and he nodded that he was ok, she then gathered Magenta in her arms and both cuddled and scolded her at the same time.

"How dare you do that, Magenta, how dare you strike your father!"

Magenta soon silenced her tears and her mother placed her on the floor again. Riff raff was astonished and he couldn't keep his eyes off his sister, what had gotten into her? A wisp of his hair moved back and forward as his breath started to calm. Violet magenta helped her husband up and held a stray piece of cloth over his cheek. With another indignant glance at his daughter Jazzy was led out of the room by his wife. Riff raff stared at her in disbelief.

"How could you-what made you-why?" He stammered blinking at her as if he had placed all his trust in the wrong person.

"They're going to send us away, Riff raff, they're not who they say they are."

"WHY DID YOU STRIKE HIM?"

Magenta whimpered and held her head, her expression as if she had been hit over the head with a log. Her lip quivered and her face paled sickly. "I don't remember, I don't remember!" she wailed. Her face relaxed for a moment and a flush of pink returned to her cheeks her torso flung forward as she vomited on the floor. She breathed in deeply and tears drowned her features, Riff raff stayed glued to the spot as his sister's illness consumed her.

It suited him to just walk away at that point, he would any other person, but his sister was different, or that's what he used to think.

"Don't be angry at me brother, you know I don't like it, that's why your upset with me, I haven't responded to the kiss you placed on my lips so filled with question. I don't like this contact, not just from you from any man. I need to feel in control, you can't stop that, I won't stop that, leave it. How dare he strike me, he has no right to so much lay a finger on me, and you are no better, brother. You call me yours all the time I'm never my own." She mumbled her voice thick with contempt. Riff raff looked down. "How dare you make me question myself, Riff raff."

Riff raff kept his gaze on the floor. Magenta stared at him strengthened by his hesitance.

"I'm leaving."Riff raff didn't look up but a frown swept his porcelain face.

"I'm going to a performing arts school, I'll learn to act, sing and dance, and talk proper. I'll design myself a character, just like we talked about, brother. I need to leave, that doesn't mean I'm reluctant. It doesn't mean I don't care for you, or mum or dad. But I need to stay away for a while, away from you. And I'm not...afraid because I've always have been alone. I think you would understand that? But you could never understand, my love, my brother."

"So you do love me then?"

"You see, you don't listen to what I say unless it's of some importance to you. I feel nothing but contempt, do not try to force my mind to change it, I'll see you again sometime, but hopefully not to soon...not in this life." She was sad, he heard it clearly in her voice. She was regretful and haunted. How lost was she?

Magenta shuffled and looked at her brother, her eyes shiny. He looked up and met her own.