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Author's Note: Please excuse the length of this chapter! I didn't know where I could split it! So this is my first proper story so be nice and tell me how I could improve it! Reviews would be lovely! Hope you like it! Sorry if Magenta's out of character, she's only a little kid in this chapter. She will be more in character when she's older! I promise. This beginning is kinda an intro, not much talking. Each chapter swaps person. This Chap is Riff.

The Life and Times of Riff Raff and Magenta: By Blood-Sucker-1428

What are you suppose to do when you're young? There is nothing you can do when something goes wrong and when something does go wrong you blame yourself… Well, at least that what I did.

When I was ten my Dad left my Mum… Well step mum. My mother died giving birth to me. My Dad married my Step Mum when I was one so she's the closest thing to a mother I have.

So where was I? Oh yes, my Dad left my Mum because they started fighting constantly and I blamed myself, I thought that I caused trouble between them though all I did was homework, go to school and look after my sister. I had nothing better to do. I had no friends. Yes, at ten I had no friends! I often did assignments with Kimi and Sadie but they said they couldn't hangout with me coz they would look 'un-cool', eh friends, who needs them? I was at the top of my class, who says that kids need friends and social interaction to do well? Magenta, my sister, had made friends with the little girl Columbia from down the road. They played together in school all the time and Columbia often came over for an hour or so after school. I got to know her quite well too. She was quite an annoying kid, got worse as she got older. Not the best to have around when you've got headache or doing homework though.

I was almost certain Dad left because I asked why the other kids at my school had nice things and we didn't even have enough money to buy a new TV to replace our broken one and that I had refused to get my shoulder length hair cut and hid behind the couch. Foolish things to presume hey? Well kids are foolish, that what makes the kids. My sister, Magenta, on the other hand didn't know what was going on. She would constantly ask "Where's Daddy?" or "When's Daddy coming back?" Mum would just say that he has gone on an important mission for the queen and he won't be back for a while. I wasn't comfortable with Mum telling Magenta a lie, I know it was to protect her because she was only seven but Dad was one of those people that say you should never lie even if it is to protect someone.

A few months later I told Magenta the truth and she ran crying in to Mum. "Why did he leave? Doesn't he love me or Riff Raff anymore?" Mum shot me a dirty look, picked Magenta up and softly hugged her.

"Oh Magenta sweetie, Daddy still loves you and Riff Raff and so do I. It's just Mummy and Daddy don't love each other any more. It's got nothing to do with you, both of you…" I looked down at my feet "… Mummy and Daddy love you both very much and if Daddy could he would still be hear but it would make both Mummy and Daddy both very sad and we don't vant that do ve?" I'm almost certain every parent in the universe would give the same speech to their own children.

Magenta shook her head and said "No."

"Good girl, are we okay now?"

Magenta smiled and said "Yes Mummy"

Mum smiled back, hugged Magenta and said "That a girl! Now go play in your room for a while." With that Magenta jumped of Mums leg and ran happily into her room. After Magenta was out of the room Mum looked at me and said in a very low voice "Riff Raff come here." I did as I was told. I sat at the chair net to her on the dinner table.

"Riff Raff vhat exactly did you tell your sister?" she said slowly as if I could'nt understand.

"… Nothing, I just merely told her the truth. That… he left because you two weren't getting along." I said almost in a whisper while still looking at my feet. I can remember the shoes I was wearing, black sneakers that were about one size to small for my feet.

"Are you sure that's all you said to her?"

"Yes I'm sure"

"Riff Raff look at me." I slowly lifted my head to look at Mum. I could now see it wasn't anger in her eyes. It was concern.

"Riff, I know you think it's your fault that your father left but it's not." She said quietly.

"It's not?" I asked.

"No, it'syour father's fault. He's the one that started the arguments. He's the one that hit me. He's the one that cant see how beautiful both you guys are, inside and out." Mum smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back. She always knew what to say, in any situation. If a serial killer came up to her and was about to kill her she could talk them out of it. She could proberly talk them in to signing in to a mental hospital.

"Now promise me you vont tell your sister things that will hurt her anymore."

"I didn't mean to!" I argued.

"I know you didn't but just promise me vont do it again."

I sighed and then said "I promise."

"Thanks Riff, of you go." I slowly got up and walked to my own room to do to my homework. Mum went to the mirror to check her make up.

Magenta, even at seven looked a lot like Mum, same red curly hair, same scarlet red lips and the exact same sweet smile. Those eyes though, those lovely alluring green eyes were the same as my Dads, they look better on Magenta though.

After Dad left Mum was working constantly during the day and then went out and brought strangers home to 'spend time with' at night. So I was to look after Magenta whenever Mum was out, in other words, all the time. That's when Magenta and I got really close. She no longer asked mum to help her tie her shoes, no, she asked me. She no longer wanted Mum to tuck her in to bed at night. She wanted me. She no longer went to Mum's bed when she had a nightmare, no, she came to my room, put her little head against my chest and fell asleep.

One such night she came to my bedroom she was in tears. She shook my arm to wake me up.

"Oh Magenta, did you have a bad dream?" I ask rather concerned, as she hadn't cried over a nightmare in a very long time. You see, I was now eleven and she was eight and the last time she cried about a dream was over six months ago. She nodded while whipping her eyes with the sleave of her nightgown. I patted the bed signalling her to come and lie on my rather small bed with me.

"What did you dream about?" I asked softly.

"I dreamt that you and Mummy left like Daddy did and I vas all alone." That's another thing Magenta gets from Mum, the exotic Transylvanian accent. You see, Mum comes from a different part of the galaxy as Dad, Magenta and myself. She was brought up in Transgender and therefore has a… thicker Transylvanian accent that us from Transsexual do.

"Oh, Magenta that's a horrible thing to dream about. You know I wouldn't leave you!" I whispered trying not to wake Mum or her 'date' up as they had just gone to sleep, allowing me to sleep also, and if they were to wake up they would start going at it again and I would not get any sleep.

"Really?" She sobbed

"Of corse not, I couldn't live without you 'Genta. You're the only friend I have." I said holding her little hand.

"You promise that we'll never leave each other?" She said looking at me with hope in her innocent eyes.

"I promise!" I confirmed as I stretched out my arms. She did the same and we did our little sign. We made our sign up when she was five and I was eight, I can't remember how it happened nor who initiated it all I remember is that incredible feeling that came from doing it. People have given our sign many names over our lives, some I do not wish to repeat, but there is no real name for it.

Magenta then embraced me as tight as she could and whispered softly "I love you Riff."

I whispered back "I love you too 'Genta" and kissed her softly on her head.

I might have promised that I wouldn't leave Magenta but I had to for a few years. It was important to our future. I wouldn't leave her for long but it would be painful.

Author's Note: That was fun to write! That last line isnt for the next chapter its for the next "Riff Chapter". The next chapter will be a lot older, I think I'm making Riff 17 and Genta 14, but after that there will be no big leaps in age. Please Review! I will only continue if I get good reviews…. Or will I? Any notes on how to improve? I will accept them!