I got the step-brother-sister-love idea from a Korean drama that my friend is watching. I don't watch any Korean drama, so if the storyline does not make sense, don't complain. :P

Declaimer: Richard O'Brien owns everything.

I came out of the bathroom, trying to dry my hair using a towel. Columbia was sitting on her daybed, reading her favorite Earthling magazine. I sat next to her and started blow-drying my curly hair. She turned to me and asked, "Want me to do your toe nails? I got some new nail polish. What color do you want?" "Sure, do you have red?" "I have bubblegum pink-red, bright red, bloody red, magenta, apple red, dark red, darker red, rose red, lust red..." I stopped Columbia and whispered, "Ah... Any red will be fine, my dear." Columbia placed my left foot on the side of her daybed and said, "Okay, lust red then. It matches your hair."

"So, are you and Riff Raff really brother and sister?" Columbia asked innocently, "You two don't look like each other. He is blond and you are redhead. He doesn't have an accent. He is a science genius, and you almost burned the place down last week when you were using the microwave. The way you two look at each other is like you two are lovers, not siblings." "What are you talking about? Of course, he is my brother," I pretended to be angry and stopped Columbia from guessing the truth. It had been a long day and I was too tired to talk or think.

= First Met =

I first met him when I was twelve.

I could remember it was spring. The spring flower in my garden was blossoming. One day, father came home and announced his engagement to his secretary, Mrs. Ruff. I hadn't seen my father this cheerful since my mother passed away when I was seven. I was very happy that father could find a new romance.

He invited Mrs. Ruff and her son for dinner the next day. I had met Mrs. Ruff several times, but I had never met her son. Before they came into my house, father had a talk with me, "I do not expect you to call Roxy mom because no one will ever replace your mother, but you must paid your respect to her. So, you should call her Aunt Roxy. She has a son and after we get married, he will be your brother." At first, I was worried. I was the only child and I didn't really want a brother. That anxiety went away the moment he walked in through the door.

"Hi, I am Riff Raff Ruff and you must be Magenta Vitus," he held his hand toward me. I shook hand with him, but I couldn't get my eyes off his face. He was the most handsome boy I have seen in my life. His eyes were as blue as the ocean. His hair was as blond as autumn wheat.

Father introduced us, "This is Roxy's son. He is a genius. He is only fourteen, but he will be going to University of Transsexual to study Biochemistry in the coming fall. And this is my lovely daughter. She is enrolled in Eastern Transsexual Middle School." We didn't really care what father said. I had a sense that we would have a great time together.

(To Be Continued...)