A/N: well here is the prologue to Blues and Greens, set about a month after chapter 3 of Deal with the Devil. This isn't going to be along story and there will be things that are a part of Deal with the Devil so it is really part of the story so go and read the first three chapters of that before reading this. PM me if you want to ask me anything about this. Anyway hope you enjoy.

Rain…
Why did it always have to rain…?
People laughed and joked as they ran for their shelter through the dark street. They jumped into bars, shops, houses and anywhere else they could reach that had something to go above their heads to protect them from the falling water. All except that is for the one figure that stood silhouetted in the alleyway that opened up at the end of the street.
The figure sighed as it tightened the scarf around its neck, retreating to a small cardboard box that had been set up against the wall, stuffed with a blanket and hidden from prying eyes by a large steel bin that filled nearly the whole of the narrow alley. Sighing again the figure turned to the little mirror that hung on the wall, starring with hatred at the large brown paper bag that lay over his head, the water soaked areas allowing a strange maze of grooves and patterns to be visible, all tainted in a pale pink. Slowly, it eyes trailed down the trench coat that was too big for its small frame, hanging loosely and baggy, trailing along the floor behind it.
"Curses" the figure sighed as it finally looked away from the mirror and turned to its box, closing its eyes as it remembered times gone by. "Curses…curses…curses…" it mumbled in a constant chant as it gently pushed its way into the box, keeping its head out and resting it on a brick, making sure that the wet bag remained over its head. It growled again before allowing its eyes to close and giving in to sleep, trying desperately to ignore the rain that was still falling upon its head.
"Curses…"
"Hey, what are you doing over there?"
"Curses…"
"Get up you stupid beggar, I don't want you crowding up my door"
"Curses…"
"And stop saying that! What are you a broken record?"
"Curses…"
Slowly the tramp pulled his way out of his box and looked at the man who had addressed him. He was dressed in a grubby white apron and hat, his nametag stating that he was the Joe the chef of the bar that loomed over the alleyway. He must have been making a bin run when he had spotted the box and its occupant. Again the tramp sighed as he pulled himself to his feet and walked up to the man, again pulling the bag down over the top of his head to conceal everything over his eyes.
"You didn't answer my question" the chef, Joe, growled as he pushed his sleeve up and clenched his fist threateningly. "What the hell are you doing in my doorway?"
"Sleeping" the tramp stated simply as he picked up his box and begun making his way back towards the mouth of the alley, grumbling about having to go and find somewhere new to sleep. He raised his eyebrow slightly as the chief moved in front of him, tossing the bag in the bin and pulling out a butcher's knife that he had hanging from his belt beneath his white cloak.
"Where do you think you're going?" the taller man growled as he swung the knife through the air threateningly, allowing it the swing only a few inches from the tramps face. "How long have you been sleeping here?" he begun to question "Cause the way I see it, you owe me some rent for staying on my property."
"Please" The tramp sighed sarcastically "if I had money to pay rent I wouldn't be sleeping in a dirty alley that sticks of dog manure now would I"
"Oh don't you talk all posh? HA. No, what I had in mind was a nice little series of jobs that I want you to do for me. My last helper got caught by the cops you see, and I need someone to make a few delivers for me"
"Look, just let me go and I won't give you any trouble…"
"What? You're threatening me?" the chief shouted, his grubby, grease covered hand wrapping around the traps coat and pulling him into the air. "Listen here you little punk. I'm being generous here letting you go like this for only a few jobs so don't cross me or el…."
An awkward silence fell upon the alley as the chief reached out and pulled the bag from the tramps head in a swift but rough movement. Slowly, his grubby eyes scowled up his face and widened in terror as he saw what looked like a massive brain that stood up two times as big as his head. Slowly the scarf fell from the tramps face revealing a row of pointed teeth emitting from a hairy, monkey like face. No it wasn't monkey like…it was a monkey.
The chief cried out as he threw the monkey like tramp to the side, taking a step back as his grip tightened around his blade.
"What…what the hell are you? Some kind of freak?"
"Freak!" the monkey suddenly screamed, pulling himself back to his feet and placing the bag back over his now throbbing brain. "I have a far greater intelligent brain then you, feeble minded human. I am the nemesis of Townsville, I am Jojo"
"Wait…Townsville? Oh my god…your that monkey who always got the crap kicked out of him by those eight year old kids aren't ya? Ha that's pathetic"
"Curses…"
"Yer…your nothing. I was there the day you turned everyone into dogs…next thing I knew I had a complete stranger smelling my **! Guess I'm finally going to get some pay back for that huh? Must be my lucky day"
Jojo snarled as the chief suddenly delivered a savage kick to his shin and continued to punch him. The monkey gave a yelp of pain as the grubby chief hit him again and again, forcing him to the ground and slowly back into the corner. Jojo made no attempt to fight back as he wrapped his arms around his brain, trying to protect it. There had once been a time when the name of Mojo Jojo would have enforced fear in even the bravest men, but now he was nothing but harmless Jojo the tramp who lived in a box.
"God damn freak" the fat man snarled as he beat on the sobbing monkey "I think I might be doing the world a favor if I just kill you here. What do you say if I just use my little knife here to have a little fun? I think it would enjoy that don't yo…"
Jojo paused as he felt the blows suddenly stop. He heard what sounded like the chef taking a sudden intake a air before it slipped out slowly. Slowly lifting his head his black eyes widened as he saw that the fat man had gone completely ridged, swaying gently as he stared down at him. An eerie silence fell upon them as the man slowly tried to move his mouth, seemingly suddenly unable to speak, prompting a single trickle of blood to fall from his fat lips. Slowly he fell to his knees with a thud, his eyes rolling back into his head before collapsing to the floor in a heap.
"Huh?" Jojo frowned as he looked at the man. A small amount of smoke was slowly rising from the back of his head; the ash of his scorched hair clogged with blood and shattered bone. There was no doubt that he was dead.
"Oh my. I think I hurt him"
Jojo looked up slowly as he heard a woman's voice break out through the heavy roar of the rain that surrounded them. Even from the single sentence the primates ears easily recognize the arrogant voice of one of his former 'allies', using the word in the broadest sense of course. He sighed as he saw the slender form of a woman in her early twenties detach itself from the darkness and walk slowly towards him. The few lights coming from windows, reflected from the shining gold armor that covered nearly her entire body, glistening as she swung her hips in a far more exaggerated way then was necessary with every step. Using her black gloved middle finger she flicked a strand of her messy orange out of her eyes, her mouth curling into a cruel smile as she kicked the dead man's head out of her way with the heel of her black boots. Cruel eyes narrowed on the pathetic monkey as she used her index finger to flick her messy red hair out of her eye and around her ear.

"Hello again Mojo" She chuckled, her hand resting against her face in mock surprise "What are you doing here?"

"Trying to sleep" was all the monkey said as he pulled his clothes tighter around his small body and tried climb back into his box, hoping that the annoying girl would just leave him alone were he to ignore her. No sooner had he reached the already crushed box however, before a single beam of red light shot out and ignited it. The ape could only look on in depression as his pathetic home burned into nothingness before him. His hairy lips shook and curled back into a fierce scowl as he turned to face the giggling women as she pocketed her weapon.

"How dare you!" he screamed "Why did you burn my house? Do I go around burning your house? No. For I am always in my own, and therefore not destroying yours. Why would you do this when I do not do this for you? Perhaps I should…"

"I please don't go into a rant" The women sighed as she raised her fingers and rubbed them against her temples "That's one thing I haven't missed about you. But anyway, I don't think you could have called that box a house in even the broadest of ideas and there was a time when you wouldn't have even paused before burning down my own house. I mean…what happened Mojo?"

"Stop calling me that Morbucks" The monkey growled as he turned and walked away from her practically spitting her name out "It is a name that I haven't used in a long time. I am no longer Mojo…just Jojo"

"Oh come now" she chuckled "I know you 'Mojo'. You can never turn against what you are. I'm still a little Princess and your still the big bad monkey of crime" Even as she spoke, the self proclaimed Princess began to laugh at the annoyed expression of her companion, forcing herself to lean against the wall.

"Silence" Jojo yelled at her his tone slipping deeper than it had been as he growled "What is it you have come for?"

"Revenge" Princess shouted at him without even pausing. Her manner had completely changed from one of laughter to one of rage without any warning and even the monkey was forced to take a step back. "And if I'm not mistaken that's what you want too isn't it? Of course it is. Why else would you be living as a tramp in the greatest city in the world? You followed the Powerpuff Girls all the way here in the hope of a time where you could have you revenge. You've spent the last eight years living in the forgotten streets of a city that doesn't give a damn about you and all for the hope of revenge"

As she spoke, Princess reached behind her and pulled out a strange dome like shape that she had hidden behind her. She grinned as she tossed it over to the confused monkey before stepping back in a mock respectful way, her arms held wide as you would for royalty.

"Become who you were born to be"

Slowly Jojo made his way over to the object and wrapped his trembling fingers around its hollow interior. He gasped as a sudden burst of lightning illuminated the glowing streaks of purple over the white helmet. He starred at it silently for what felt like an age before a slight chuckle ripped itself from his mouth, reviling a row of pointed teeth. His eyes narrowed into thin cat like slits as he laughed, replacing his terrified expression with one of anger and evil. His now suddenly clawed hand ripped the bag from his head and slowly, inch by inch, eased the helmet over his throbbing brain.

"There" Princess grinned behind him "A perfect fit"

Even the wind itself seemed to hold its breath as Mojo Jojo threw his head back and laughed. Mojo Jojo had once again awoken and the world would be sorry.

A/N: Mwhahahahaha Mojo is back badder then ever and working alongside Princess, that never good is it? Well I hope you enjoyed that and the first chapter should be up by the end of the week.