Yo!

B4 we get started, a few things you should know:

-everyone's older (the girls are in their late teens, the boys... maybe early 2os?)

-this isn't like the shows. I'm mixing peices of both the American and the Japanese versions, but the plot is a totally new world compared to both of the shows usual plots.

-the rating WILL rise... Ithnk..maybe...hmm

-I'm still new to all this. BE NICE!

If I think of anything else, I'll let you know in the next chappie.

Enjoy! :D

I don't own anything so SHUT UP!

When I opened my eyes I found myself in an unfamiliar place. That in itself, of course, wasn't all that unusual, it being me we're talking about. What was unusual was that it wasn't cold, the air wasn't laced with any kind of toxic chemicals, the surface l was sleeping on wasn't hard nor did it have inlaid spikes, and there was no sinister-looking men with high-tech military guns or scruffy bartenders screaming at me to get off the barmaid and get the fuck out.

No, what I woke up to was something very different, very new. Something that was the beginning of the end of my world and everything I thought I knew.

~OO~

Brick was lying on a big, soft canopy bed with twenty-something plushies/stuffed animals as bedmates. He moved to sit up and winced at the stabbing pain in his abdomen. Without thinking, he shifted his weight to one arm and bit back a scream. Lifting his arm tenderly into view, Brick stared in confusion at the thick layers of plaster and bandaging. The bandages were fresh and clean, obviously recently changed.

"What the hell is going on?" he muttered darkly. Brick thrashed about angrily and, accidentally getting tangled in the fancy magenta sheets, fell through the curtain of black lace and out of the bed. He hit the floor with a thud, his whole body crying out with pain. He bit his lip, holding back another gut-wrenching scream. A few of the toys had fallen with him. Closing his outstretched fist around one of the plushies, (one of those Skele-animals, a baby seal) Brick brought out his power flame. He frowned for a moment when he noticed how long it took for the power to rise was quickly filled with a subtle satsfaction as the stuffed toy was engulfed in his sinister scarlet flame and burned to ashes.

Anger spent, he opened and turned over his hand, scattering the plushies remains on the floor. Brick slowly shifted his blood red eyes around the room. The carpet was cotton candy pink (gag) and soft on his aching body. It was also littered with clothes, books, and other such things. Reaching out in front of him, Brick picked up the nearest item. He grinned slyly, fingering the red lace of the underwear. Turning his attention back to his surroundings, he noticed that the whole place was pretty messy, though judging from the random piles and overflowing laundry basket, the person who resided there had made somewhat of an attempt to clean.

'Girl,' he thought to himself, twirling the fine material around his finger for a moment before stuffing in into his pocket. 'Not a person, a girl. One with very fine taste in lingerie, if I do say so myself.'

The walls had been painted black and had been decorated with little pink graffiti clouds near the tops of the walls, as well as crowding the ceiling and the fan. All the furniture in the room sported some quality grade graffitic art.

'Desk. Plant. Vanity. Windows. Bigger plant. Adjoining bathroom. Stereo. More plants. Ceiling speakers. Easels. Biggest TV I've ever fuckin' seen. Door. Door with security pad-wait what?'

Carefully, Brick brought himself to his feet and started towards the door with dark pink storm clouds spilling lightening over it. He stumbled, red hot pain shooting up his right leg, and caught hold of one of the bed posts to steady himself. Taking a deep breath through his nose, Brick carefully shifted his weight to his left leg and limped towards the door. He stopped in front of it and examined the security pad.

"Hmmm... pretty top-notch stuff, Mystery Girl..." he said quietly. Chuckling, he lifted his good hand again and brought out the flame. He ignored the frusterating fact that the flame almost sputtered out this time. Brick made a fist and was about to punch the thing when it suddenly gave a soft beep. The door slid open in front of him.

"Welcome, Momoko."

Puzzled, Brick stood still in the doorway. Cautiously, he shook off the flame and stepped through the opening. The door slid closed behind him.

Momoko sighed for millionth time that day. She switched her communicator to her other hand and continued to stir the simmering broth.

"Miyako, Kaoru, for the last time, I'm perfectly fine." Momoko was starting to become agitated with the girls. It was nice to know they cared so much, but after having to reassure them she was alright for 30 minutes straight? Yeah, the specialness was lost.

"Blossom-" Miyako started softly, only to be interrupted by a certain tomboy.

Kaoru's voice screamed through the speaker.

"Ok? Ok? Running in the middle of a mine field for a damn hair clip and barely making it out alive AND getting separated from us? Yeah, that qualifies as NOT OKAY!"

Momoko rolled her eyes. Throwing the stirring spoon in the sink, Momoko lifted the pot off the stove and unto the counter. She turned off the burner and went over to the cupboard and pulled down two spice jars and a tiny blue bottle. She walked back to the pot, threw in a little of the spices, then carefully started to drip the clear liquid from the blue bottle into the mixture.

Momoko listened quietly as Miyako calmly pried her communicator out of Kaoru's hands.

"Ok, Blossom, just tell us what happened."

Momoko nearly dropped the bottle.

"Uh, uh, uh-"

"Blossom?"

"Uh, I gotta go! The -uh- stove is burning!" Momoko quickly closed her communicator, hissing at her brilliant parting words.

Momoko sighed and aimlessly stared into the broth.

Flashback

Fire was everywhere. She ran blindly through the smoke and flames, crying for her 'sisters'.

"Kaoru!"

The fire roared. She jumped to her right just before another bomb went off beside her. She landed hard on her side.

"Miyako!"

She could feel her powers draining, her wound bleeding out warm life. The smoke stung her wide, frantic pink eyes and filled her lungs. Tears streaming down her eyes, she called out for her friends once more.

No one called back.

'I'm so stupid. There was never anyone here. I've risked my life for nothing!' she thought to herself. Sobbing, she gave silent thanks that at least her 'sisters' were safe.

'It's better this way. If I'd have told them the truth, they would've followed me. This... this is better.'

Momoko looked up looked up and saw the ceiling above falling down unto her. With a weary sigh, she turned her face away and waited for the end.

...

'...Wha- -what?'

Still alive, she opened her eyes and saw him. His wild red eyes stared into her pink ones. Clad in only black sweatpants, his naked skin glistened with sweat. His long red hair fell around his muscualr body in a messy tangled craze. His body shivered then fell foreward, landing on her's.

For a moment, she couldn't move. She just stared at him cluelessly until another bomb went off behind her, pushing them both forward. She screamed, her brain finally starting to work again. Summoning all her remaining power, she grabbed him around the waist and flew through the hole in the ceiling and into the waiting sky.

Ok, that's all for now!

PEACE!