She can't love, she can't commit…yet she's found the best thing for her and it was him.
As she sat in front of her vanity table, a comb grasped in her hand Buttercup mused over her life as it were. She had two sisters, Blossom and Bubbles, a father Dr Utonium and no mother. They were all different yet she wondered idly how they could still care for each other when daily arguments brewed under their ceiling. Blossom, bossy and intelligent was the one she disagreed with the most, only to rile her up because that amused her to no end. Bubbles, cheerful and cute was one person she could count on mostly because Bubbles knew what to say at the right time. As for their father, he was usually locked up in his lab although that's not to say he wasn't a good father. He was quite over protective and the family man when he wanted to be.
Buttercup leaned forward slightly and dabbed her lips with some red lip gloss before applying some eyeliner and mascara to her eyes. As she studied her reflection, one of beauty, she was pleased to say that she was no longer a spoiled five year old. She was a woman of eighteen, not so much a tomboy any more but she still had that boyish outlook on certain aspects of life. Standing and picking up the pile of clothes on her bed, she dressed out of her silk nightgown and pulled on her knee high socks.
"Buttercup, we're going to be late." Bubbles poked her head into her sister's room, blond hair plaited down her back.
"Yea, just give me a second," Buttercup smiled as she buttoned up her shirt and pulled on her sweater vest.
It was the first day of school, of senior year and after this year she was going to relax and do the things she wanted before heading off to university. Her uniform was mandatory and if she could she would be at school in simple cargos and a tank. The grey skirt was itchy against her thighs and the cream sweater was tight over her bust, she could expect the boys to stare and that was one thing she never looked forward to.
Grabbing her school bag from the floor which looked to be bursting from its zips, Buttercup raced down the stairs to the kitchen. "Morning Buttercup," the Professor greeted brightly, pushing a plate of toast towards his daughter. He always tried to make it on time to meals.
"Morning Dad," they had gone past the awkward stage of calling him 'Professor' after an incident where Mojo Jojo almost got him killed.
"Bring the toast with you Buttercup, we have to go because as Student-"
"-Representative I have to welcome the new students. Yes, yes, coming Capt'n," Buttercup saluted the red head before smiling apologetically at the black haired man. "Sorry Dad," she grabbed a piece of toast and an apple from the fruit basket, hurrying out of the kitchen and towards their sleek, black car. Her car.
She begged a whole two years and spent those two years trying to prove herself responsible for driving as she neglected the idea of flying to school in a skirt. Not when now, as a woman, she didn't want anyone looking up at her privates. Somehow she managed to convince her sisters of this case also, so they helped her get the car she wanted.
"They're boys aren't they Blossom?" Bubbles asked quietly from the back seat.
"What?" Blossom asked, looking up from her school bag and turning in her seat to regard the blonde.
"She means the new kids," Buttercup's lip curled unpleasantly as she drove towards their prestigious school.
"Oh, yea they are," Blossom pulled out a piece of paper from her bag and frowned at it, "a Brick, Boomer and Butch," she mumbled, "our year level."
"Ah, I hope they're cute," Buttercup snorted at the clumsy remark and rolled her eyes at Bubbles through the rear view mirror. Blossom just chuckled.
When they arrived at school they were immediately hurled away by their friends or in Buttercup's case the Head of Sport Faculty. She was told that as her last year of Captaincy she should make her year memorable and bring home the Championship trophy for soccer and oversee the other teams in their sports. As a student she couldn't disagree and bringing home a trophy was a goal she had already planned for the year, yet she hardly needed the extra pressure and humbly proceeded to thank the teacher. It was her luck as well to have that teacher first thing on a Monday morning and grumbling to herself Buttercup threw open her Physical Education text book and hung her head.
She always hated Mondays even if she had her favourite classes. For her, Mondays marked the end of a well deserved break and brought forth hell that was called school. She missed the school years where life was simple, no boys admiring you, hardly any homework, where school marks hardly mattered and where adolescence was simple. She was brought up with responsibility to both the city of Townsville and it's inhabitants but now as a legal adult there was more to it than catching the bad guys.
"Hey Captain," Buttercup's vision of the black board was obscured and she stared blankly at the girl in front of her.
"Hey Lily." She greeted unenthusiastically.
"How were your holidays?"
"Just fine."
"Ah…" Lily trailed off and tilted her head to the side, chewing her bottom lip looking for an opportune moment to ask her something.
"Just say it Lily," Buttercup sighed, eyes not straying from the board as she began to take notes.
"We're wondering about Soccer tryouts, do you have any idea when they are?" She asked quietly.
"It's the first day of school Lily," green eyes snapped towards the brown haired girl and she looked indignantly at the Vice Captain.
"Still…"
"Listen, alright. Tryouts aren't going to be this week, allow things to settle before we go that far. Um…we'll see about second week," Buttercup's eye twitched as she tried to come up with a reasonable answer for her persistent friend, if she could call her that.
"Fine." Lily turned around to face the board and Buttercup glowered slightly at the back of the girl's head. God, she hated that girl.
Buttercup's interest in the lesson soon drifted from human anatomy to staring out the window at the three boys whom were relaxing underneath an oak tree. She wondered vaguely about why they weren't in class because their school had tight security when it came to students skipping class. One of the boys had even taken to climbing the oak tree and she watched him dazed as his lithe arms and legs carried him over the first branch in less then ten seconds. From what she could tell, he was tall and blonde and thin and by observing how the boys treated each other they seemed to be really close. The blonde had taken to reaching down a hand to his black haired friend and with immense strength, launched the boy up onto another branch. That surprised her and she accidentally snapped her pen.
She stared as the ink oozed onto her fingers and immediately she threw a hand in the air, "sir," she called out.
"What is it Buttercup?" The teacher looked up from his notes and stared at the black haired girl.
"Can I go wash my hand?" Before she could get an answer, already knowing it being a yes she dashed from the room and down the hall.
"Buttercup!" Skidding to a halt, she turned around and stared at her sister.
"You haven't seen three boys have you, a blonde, a red head and the other with black hair?" Blossom's cheeks were red and her eyes blazing. Buttercup smirked; it seemed those boys were running away from her dear ol' sister.
"Yea I have, but can this wait? My hands," she raised them and waggled her blue, sticky fingers, walking a few steps backwards and then pushing open the bathroom door with her back.
"What did you do?" Blossom asked, following her and deciding to sit on one of the sinks.
"Well…I was sitting in class looking at those new boys and yea, my pen snapped in half." It took her a good ten minutes to get most of the ink off her skin and she resided to fixing her hair and reapply her lip gloss, "I'll show you to the boys," she smiled, green eyes bright.
To get from the second floor bathroom to the courtyard took another ten minutes and during that time Blossom was pushing her to go back to class and to just tell her where the boys were. They argued all the way to the tree where the boys noticed their arrival and were watching in amusement.
"You have such an attitude Buttercup!"
"I'm a teenager, deal with it."
"Being a teenager doesn't give you a right to act this way towards me!"
"What's so special about you Miss Student Representative?"
Blossom glowered, her brown – red eyes blazing more intensely with anger and impatience towards her green loving sister. Buttercup waved a hand at the boys who were now chuckling and pushed her sister roughly in the back towards them. "You ran away from me?" Blossom said finally, hands on her hips.
"Who wouldn't?" the red haired boy muttered and Buttercup had to stifle her laugh behind her hand.
"That's really no way to talk to my sister guys, seriously, she has a temper." Buttercup said deciding to analyse each of them in a way that prepared her to get to know them.
The blonde who was Boomer going by the way Blossom was talking seemed the most casual and carefree. He was easily distracted by the things around him and was amusing himself with a leaf he couldn't reach. His smile was innocent and whilst she could say that each of the boys was good looking, this boy had the cute charm and sweet demeanour. She felt as if this boy would be the one to show the greatest amount of respect to a girl, something she valued in guys.
The second was the one Blossom had the most trouble dealing with, Brick, a hot headed, red head with a bright red baseball cap. He was leaning lazily against the tree trunk and was smirking arrogantly, sharp words sneaking out of his mouth in a deep, masculine voice. Buttercup however had to smile; he had guts to at least go against her sister and in some way was making herself laugh. He was witty and hot; traits that would make the girls go for him in no time.
Finally the last boy Butch was sitting on another branch of the large oak tree. He seemed oblivious to everything around him as he closed his eyes and leaned against the trunk, arms crossed. She never caught him smiling at Brick's sarcasm or even laughing, although she had caught him laughing before at the beginning. It was breathy sort of laugh and she suspected that this boy never really smiled, only smirked. She could see it would suit him far better than something that looked awkward on his being. He was mysterious, calm, collected and silent. She had to put it to him having to deal with two brothers who were all opposites of the other.
Suddenly Buttercup's attention was drawn to the slight shake in the earth below and she frowned, immediately tugging at her sister's arm. "Blossom." She said urgently.
"Can't you see I'm having an undignified conversation with an idiot, can this wait?" Blossom snarled, lashing out at the black haired woman.
"I don't think this can!" Green eyes widened as she turned them towards the car park, the quakes getting stronger and rougher. "Blossom! The car park!"
"What?" Blossom regaining her composure turned towards the parked cars and then up at the boys, "you'd do best to get out of the tree and out of the courtyard." She said loudly over the noise. The alarm went off immediately and they could already hear the beginnings of the students screaming, the panic that filled the atmosphere.
Blossom threw down a hand at Brick which he accepted begrudgingly. She pulled him up easily, controlling her strength as to not break his arm off. Buttercup wobbled slightly but despite trying to stay upright fell ungracefully, legs spread eagled underneath her. Raising a head and glaring towards the cars, she pushed herself up again but horror struck her as she saw her black car crumple into the ground. "Oh, no way!" She snarled, pushing her black hair over her shoulders and making her slow way towards the car park.
"Buttercup! Buttercup, no come back. We don't know what we're facing." Blossom pulled out of Brick's arms as he tried to keep them steady on the shaking earth.
"Blossom! Buttercup! It's Mojo!" Bubbles ran towards them with some difficulty, her braid swinging behind her.
Buttercup growled, her eyes turning a bright green as she still made her way towards the cause of their problems. Two hands grabbed onto her shoulders, she turned and faced Boomer and the other, Butch. "Let go of me," she whispered, anger overpowering her senses.
"It's not safe." Boomer replied, a frown creasing his eyebrow.
"Exactly. So let go of me." Buttercup felt her powers growing unsteadily within her, a dark, green mass ready to explode.
As they grew or aged, the girl's powers became more unsteady and dangerous, a bad reaction with Chemical X it seemed and most times it took great patience and a good deal of calm to stop from over powering. Buttercup usually allowed her emotions to get the best of her so when it came to calming down; she found it difficult so as a result her mass of energy would have to be released.
Butch allowed his hand to slide from her shoulder to her hand where he grasped it tightly. He motioned for Boomer to step back where he placed a hand on that shoulder. He stood behind her, green eyes ahead of them at the massive vehicle that emerged from the ground. He pulled her closely to him, and raised their entwined hand, "you've just got to let it all go," he whispered into her ear.
Buttercup sighed at the feel of warmth, and the smell of cologne that enveloped her senses. His breath tickled her ear and she squirmed uncomfortably, green eyes bright, wide at the contact with the stranger. His words made little sense to her and she didn't understand what was happening when the power that was bulging within her was weakening. She saw the dark, green murkiness of her aura take over his hand, both of their hands.
She still felt angry however at Mojo Jojo who had taken her most prized possession, her car. "He'll pay for that, Crazy Monkey Bastard." She growled softly and leaned back comfortably into Butch's toned chest as she heard his laugh and felt it against her back.
"Now, just let it go," Butch instructed and he pressed lightly on Buttercup's stomach making her gasp and the blazing light in their hands to increase in size.
Buttercup released the power, wincing slightly but watching dazedly as it raced through the air at Mojo Jojo and his new creation. When it blew up as a large blast of fire and a great puff of smoke Buttercup cheered and twirled around, hugging Butch tightly. She looked up at him smiling but met his curious gaze and suddenly felt uncomfortable. She pulled back slightly and held her hands to her chest.
"What are you?" She asked softly, green eyes wary.
"What?" Butch asked stupidly.
"Powers. What do you know about powers?" She asked suddenly, ignoring the mess behind her, ignoring her sisters and everything else but him.
"I…know enough." Butch replied uneasily.
"That's an understatement," Buttercup asked steadily growing annoyed, "you know a lot." She accused, poking him in the chest.
The black haired boy grabbed her finger roughly, "if I told you about us…would you run away?" He asked, pulling her close.
"If you told me you had powers like me…I'd find you undeniably cool." She breathed.
"Well then, I'm cool." He smirked arrogantly and she was right, it seemed this boy smirked more than he smiled. Somehow though, it didn't faze her as much and she found herself enjoying his company than expected.
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Well that's the end of the first chapter. Once again another teenagers fic except here the Rowdyruffs and Powerpuff have just met. Where am I going with this I do not know but I had the urge to write another PPG story. Once again Buttercup is my main character because I just love her to bits. I hope you stay to read the rest of the story and I'll update soon enough.
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