Summary: hey guys! Sorry for the delay I have had a bit of a writer's block. I'm really annoyed with myself. I've been forcing myself to finish this chapter for like a month so it's probably crap to, I can't stand it when I get writers block, I NEED INSPIRATION! So go easy on me with this one, its short I know, and it does make up for my delay, I'm sorry and hopefully I will do better on the next one. Sorry guys! Magenta is having guy problems.

A few months after moving to earth and into their new castle home Magenta and Riff raff seemed to draw apart more, it wasn't intentional and the feelings were there but they just always seemed to be miles apart. It was very rare they would be together in a room for more than five minutes with each other. Riff raff didn't really notice he was always to be busy; fixing the machines that broke under Franks persistent straining and doing his share of cleaning the castle. He had to do the lab with occasional help from magenta, Frank's room, two of the bathrooms and the kitchen. Every day, if he wasn't cleaning he would be in the lab helping Frank or working on his own project. Magenta cleaned the hallway, the ballroom, the kitchen, her room, riff raff's room and the other two bathrooms. If she wasn't cleaning she would be keeping Franks fashion wardrobe up to date and planning his affairs. Riff raff, when he had finished his duties he might catch up with Magenta to bid her goodnight and catch her drawing or writing late at night.

Riff raff was beginning to change in appearance, even at his young age of twenty one, immature wrinkles were beginning to show, his hair was thinning and his body weight had shrunk considerably, he used to be lean and muscular but it was leaving him. Magenta's doll like curls had become frizzed out and dry, her skin colour wasn't the lush rose anymore it was and had taken to deathly pale. Her toned body was beginning to lose its healthy curve though she was still quite lean. Because of her growing self consciousness she had taken to absurd amounts of makeup, her once beautiful shining midnight blue eyes were now shrouded in black, her lips an eye catching slab of red. She looked like one of Frank's people, not the princess she used to be.

Frank on the other hand was glowing every day, he was getting muscular and he always had something new to talk about. His hair was as glossy and black as ever, he'd gotten quite taken with having tattoos, he had three so far, his famous boss tattoo, a tiny smiley face at the bottom of his back and the Japanese sign for love on his side which he secretly loved the best.

This evening, Riff and Magenta had started cleaning together in the hallway; Riff was up on the stairs cleaning the banister while Magenta cleaned the coffin clock and the walls downstairs. Frank had gone out to entertain himself, like he usually did on a Friday night, the earth days weren't that clear to Riff raff but he could always remember a Friday because the next day Frank would have a drunken fit of vomiting which unfortunately was his honour to clean up.

A motor sounded from outside followed my jeering male voices. Magenta looked up frowning, Riff raff continued cleaning it wasn't a surprise, and Frank would bring back people all the time, half of them were lucky enough to get out the next morning others he would use on his project.

The door burst open and a large booming man strode past magenta winking at her as he passed. Magenta looked from him to the door then back again, who the hell was he? He had Slick black hair and a boyish face alive with alcohol except he didn't seemed dazed by its affects unlike Frank with his poor balance and sense of direction. An obviously drunken Frank stumbled in laughing calling what had to be the man's name.

"Eddie!! Come back here you rascal, I'm not done with you yet." He laughed walking into Magenta. He turned round questioningly and beamed at her.

"Hello magenta, radiant as ever, the makeup suits you, you know? Be a darling and take my coat this one is hot off the racks." He grinned his tongue out slightly as he looked on at Eddie who was looking around the house seemingly in a daze.

Magenta pulled his coat of and straightened him up before he fell over, she watched him skip over to where Eddie was and heard the man say something like, "Where's your can." She scowled, what the hell is a can??

Riff raff came down the stairs and brushed a finger down Magentas arm; she shivered and looked at him.

"Franks out of it, we can retire now, he won't remember tomorrow, you look tired and pale, go rest."

"I'm not tired, I have things to do, and you go."

"Fine, I'll see you when you come back up." He promised making his way slowly up the stairs; magenta watched him until his feet were out of sight then glanced at the floor.

She wanted to go home. Magenta shook her head irritated, well she couldn't go home, there was no point getting flustered about it. She sighed and made her way to Frank's lab to clean up. The man he was working on was just a skeleton right now, and when frank said he wanted the perfect man he meant it.

Though Frank could really piss her off most of the time, he was an easy conversation and they did have some laughs. They even listened to rock together sometimes. Riff raff however couldn't stand him; both the men had a short thresh hold when it came to the other.

Frank and Riff would work together in an icy silence then it would go back to the master and slave routine.

Frank surprisingly didn't seem to hold any interest in sleeping with magenta, he usually commented her appearance but he never thought of her as a love or bed interest, for that she was glad of course, but also curious. She would like to think he thought of her as the one person he could just talk to and not shag.

Magenta smiled, her girly eyes glistening, to have a guy friend who only wanted to talk and not sleep with you was a precious thing and though Frank was a knob, he played the part very well.

She dreaded going upstairs to Riff raff; they seemed to just drift into an awkward silence. Riff never told him he loved her anymore and only called her 'beautiful sister'. He was mimicking Frank, she knew it. He didn't like their silent agreement with each other. Maybe he even thought there was something going on. It was because of this she just couldn't touch him anymore. She couldn't bare the thought that his trust in her had run out, so she thought the same of him, how can you trust someone who doesn't have faith in you?

Magenta waited an hour or so before going upstairs, she loved Riff raff with all her heart and he needed her most at this point. He was trying to figure out an escape plan and keep his sanity at the same time. Her friendship with Frank was not helping. So she decided it best to distance herself from Frank, after all Riff raff was family.

The net morning Magenta was pouring herself a fizzy beverage from the fridge, something she had never tried before. It said coke on the bottle and it reminded her of a drink she used to have at home, she really liked it, and it was sweet but sugar free. She wasn't quite sure what that meant but she had a feeling it was a good thing.

Placing the cup to her lips again she looked up as Frank sat at the table with his new friend.

"Master you are usually up later than this,"

"No worries Magenta,"

"Shall I go?"

"Oh, would you? You're such a darling."

She took her drink and went to walk past frank but he held on to a bit of her skirt, "I don't believe you've met Eddie yet, have you magenta?"

"Oh, good morning," she greeted not really interested.

"Hey, honey!"

"Off you go," Frank smiled at her nodding his head to the door.

Magenta grabbed two apples on her way out.

She started juggling the apples and spotted Riff by the door giving her a sardonic look.

"What?" she asked indignantly, still juggling the apples.

"Your taste in human entertainment is becoming most taxing, sister."

"It's stimulating, besides, I can do what I please." She frowned expanding the height at which she juggled the fruit.

He wiped his mouth.

"Anyway, I need something to keep my mind occupied in this place, besides brooms and feather dusters."

"Yes, I suppose you have found a number of things to keep yourself occupied with. You didn't come back last night, like you said you would,"

"I wasn't tired, I'm still not tired. I've had a lot on my mind."

"I'm sure Frank kept you very occupied,"

Magenta stopped juggling and held the fruit to her breast glaring at him with distaste. "I don't let men own me as easily as you think, brother. I'm not a virgin but I'm no whore."

"And if you had slept with Frank that could only make you a whore?"

"By your book yes."

"Too bad I was referring to the cleaning, what's the matter Magenta, guilty conscience?"

"The day I feel guilty over a man, is the day I regretted pulling the trigger on him,"

Riff raff walked past her brushing her cheek gently, "I know I haven't been easy to live with the past couple of days, and I will love you Magenta, as soon as I clear my head."

"I understand, it wouldn't hurt for you to trust me either,"

"But it does,"

She smiled and caught his hand squeezing it reassuringly. "I love you, Riff, trust that."