I worked on this story while stuck on Surviving it all. i'm still working on Surviving it all, I just want to finish a few more chapters before I start posting them. I've taken too much of a break from the story that I'm trying to get back into the inspiration of writing it. But it's coming back so those of you that are waiting for that story will be glad to know that I will have new chapers soon :)

Anyhow, I hope you like this story while you are waiting for the other chapters OR those of you who don't know my other story, I hope you like this story :D

..............................................................................................CHAPTER ONE...............................................................................................................

The small Emo girl, who was wearing her usual oversized green sweater and black leggings, was walking down the hallway of Pokey Highschool.

She tucked her black bangs behind her left ear and pressed her school books against her chest as she opened the door to go outside.

School was almost over. It was their thirty minute break and then lunch. After lunch she could go home but she wished she could leave now. She hated school and she would have much rather been hanging out with her sisters but they were too busy being important.

Blossom was helping out a substitute teacher and Bubbles had the privilege of taking the Kindergarteners to the Zoo.

Buttercup would have liked to go to the Zoo but instead she sat under her favorite cherry blossom tree outside the school building. If she couldn't leave school, she was at least happy to be here.

Teenagers her age were talking in different groups but ever since High school started no one wanted to hang out with her willingly. She was stated as 'The Emo girl' just because lately her mood had changed drastically. The other students didn't help her mood at all.

Buttercup was always the tough one but recently it was harder to do that. So much has happened to her and it all hurt her so much that she could only hold up her emotions.

Never cry, she told herself. Crying will only make you weak and foolish.

Her first unhappy memory that seemed to have struck a cord with her long awaited emotional build up was the day she was born from chemical X and her father, The Professor, had named her.

Blossom was named obviously because of her leadership and because she was so willing to blossom forth with new ideas. It was a fine name for her and it suited her very well. Blossom really was a blossom. She was beautiful and opened up with everyone. She was a great leader and always had bright new ideas and tactics.

Bubbles was named for her bubbly personality. When she first giggled, even Buttercup knew that was a perfect name for her. Even over the years, Bubbles was still as bubbly as ever.

But then it was her turn. She was so ready to hear her name and the meaning behind it.

'And I will call you….Buttercup—' The expression of the Professors face showed that he had noticed Buttercups eagerness to know more about her name. It didn't look like he had a clue to why he chose it. '—because, it also starts with a B.' He finally said and Buttercup's face fell.

Buttercup was stronger back then. She pouted and scowled but took the argument no further.

Other things that hurt her through her childhood were things like boys. Her first crush, for instance.

Ace. She really liked him and he only used her to hurt her sisters. He didn't like her at all.

So many more painful things happen and all she had been able to do was close her eyes, take a deep breath, and move on. She hid her emotions well.

Only until recently.

Nothing big had happened to make her change. The Professor had only told her to do the laundry one day and she went into the basement and cried. No one knew she cried though. She had at least hid that much from everyone. But she was quieter and didn't talk much. She was trying hard not to cry again and it hurt.

Buttercup opened her drawing book, penciling in another drawing as she sat under her favorite tree. No one ever saw her drawing book so why not draw how she felt at the moment? Black hearts and teardrops.

"No! Stop!"

Buttercup turned her head and saw Cory McCauley being flipped upside down by a bully. Cory McCauley was a football player and no one picked on him; no one but one person.

And that one person was the Goth boy; Butch.

Butch looked a year older than her but mentally he was dumber than dirt. Or so Buttercup would say. She didn't like Butch or the other Rowdy-Ruff boys. But Butch was her counterpart and, probably because of that, she found herself bumping into him more than the others.

He wore black baggy jeans that had a single thick striped of dark green at the bottom of each pants leg and a chain pulled around his belt buckle; a chain was an understatement because it was really a strip of barb wire he had found and sometimes he would use it in battle when he felt creative.

He wore a dark green shirt—so dark it was almost black—and a black jacket with a studded collar around his neck.

The studded collar was actually a tracking devise. Butch would stay out late nights, roaming the town. Because most times he would rather be outside than home, his brothers and Mojo would have to track him down just to have him apart of their plots.

He had many piercing on his ears and he looked very intimidating. But nothing was more intimidating than his sharp green eyes. They would shake anyone in their shoes.

Buttercup was sometimes jealous of her counterpart and the differences they had.

He was very tall whereas she was small.

He was evil and she was good but she didn't envy that. Although sometimes she wished she didn't have to fight crime all the time. Sometimes she wished she were just normal.

He was Goth and she was Emo. Buttercup would rather be Goth than Emo. Emo felt weak and vulnerable. Butch made Goth look strong and independent.

Everyone feared him and she feared everyone else (secretly, of course.) But everyone must see the fear in her eyes by now.

Butch dropped Cory after getting what he wanted and flipped the Jock off as he pushed the money in his back pocket. "Tomorrow I want double." Butch grinned and turned from Cory sprawled on the ground to the Cherry Blossom tree Buttercup was sitting under.

She was staring at him and his sharp eyes pierced her soft one. He smirked when she quickly turned back to her work.

He grinned devilishly as he walked slowly over. He had been aching for a fight for a few days now and when he ached for it he came to her. It only seemed natural to come to her. To Butch, it was as if he and she were created to fulfill their lusts of fighting. He loved to fight her because if he broke her bones she would be back the next day so he could break the rapidly healed wound again.

She was also a worthy opponent for him. She was his personal toy and he loved that so much.

Buttercup hunched her shoulders up to her ears as she noticed him coming over. She knew he was coming over to fight. He always had that electric look in his eyes when he wanted to satisfy himself with her. She had to admit though, fighting him was something she enjoyed as well.

All of her pent up emotions, she loved to share them with him in fists and kicks.

It was crazy to her but when she fought Butch, she felt satisfied herself and even though she was more hurt than ever after their fights, she felt better inside. It was as if he was made for her to let out her emotions on.

She could scream at him and beat him and even cry with him around and feel good about it because she knew that it wasn't just what she wanted but what he wanted too. He was her comfort even if he didn't exactly want it to be that way and she wouldn't ever tell him that. But she liked fighting him just as much as he liked fighting her.

Butch leaned his shoulder against the tree as if this was the most casual thing in the world--and to both of them, it might have well been.

"Hey Butterbaby," He growled in his thirsty 'I need you now' voice. "What you drawing there?"

Buttercup closed her work and held it to her chest, glaring up at him.

He liked it when she looked angry. She had a cute angry face and it was definitely the kind of face he would like to be staring at while he beat the hell out of her. Her being beautiful was only a bonus to him. Beauty was nice to look at.

"Give me that." He smirked, snatching the book from her and leaning his back against the tree. She jumped to her feet when he opened it and flipped it to her most recent page.

"Butch!" She yelled crossly.

"Aw, my poor Sugar." He chuckled (Sugar was one of his many nicknames. He also liked calling her 'Spice girl' and 'My everything nice' among other things). "Is this how you feel today?" Even though Butch was mocking her and trying to make her angry, she was grateful that he at least respected her art enough to leave it in the book and not rip it out and ruin it. He didn't feel any need to. He only came for one thing and he was going to get it.

He tossed her book over to the picnic table a few yards away and she lunged for it but he grabbed her by the waist very tightly that she squeaked. He pulled her against him, turning her around to press against his chest and looked down at her grinning.

She glared up at him.

"I can fix that you know. Why don't we go for a fly through the clouds? That's your favorite spot, right?" He chuckled. "You like it because you want to be far away from here."

He was right and she should have known that he would have caught onto it by now. Every time she would fly off and he would chase her, they always ended up in the clouds because then it was just him and her and all of their emotions in a battle.

"I like it too." he continued, squeezing her tighter and tighter. "I like to fill the sky with your screams and stain the clouds with your blood." His voice was gruff as if he were dehydrated and he held her as if he were holding not a girl but the last bottle of spring water to quench his thirst. "And when I'm finished I like to look up at the sky sometimes and image I can still see your blood stained there." He laughed and threw her up high, very high, so high Buttercup got dizzy and forgot she had flying powers.

She was high in the sky and then slowing descending. She was too disorientated to kick her powers into gear but she felt his arms cradling her before she felt the ground and he was flying her even higher into the clouds, grinning evilly.