Plot: The Powerpuff Girls have now grown up and attending high school, beside occasional fights with some villains. One day, the Rowdyruff Boys came back. They seemed like normal teenagers…except with fangs.
AN: Hey guys, those who have subscribe to this story, you would have read this before but I am re-updating, unhappy with my previous work. However, I didn't wish to make you guys happy over nothing so I made it over like twice the length from the previous one. The story changes at the part where Brick responded to Blossom. So you can always read from there if you don't want to read the front part. Hope this update would be better and I will try to prevent these such of things from happening again. Once again, I am really sorry about this and hope you guys will be able to read this again with a positive mindset and enjoy it. Thank you. :)
"Bubbles, hurry up. We will be late for school at this rate." Blossom looked up and talked to the ceiling, knowing that Bubbles would be able to hear it with her super hearing.
"Coming!" Bubbles' high pitched voice traveled throughout the house as the sound of her scrambling could be heard. Though she woke up the earliest, her dressing and make-up often took her a long time to get ready.
True enough, she ran down from the stairs. Giving professor a quick morning peck, she settled down on her seat. Professor smiled as he turned on the television. All of the girls were eating their breakfast that Blossom had prepared.
"Yesterday, there was a body found in drain of Townville. It has been confirmed that the corpse was Michelle Smith, 17 years old. The death reason was due to holes on her neck and both of her wrists, resulting in loss of blood. Her body was drained of blood. People seemed to think that it was the work of a vampire. However, the police refused that claim and insisted that it was made for us to believe such." The reporter elaborated as the screen showed pictures of the girl's wrists and neck that had two small holes on it.
However, there were no pictures of her corpse. Though, everyone knew Michelle Smith. She was the daughter of the girls' current principal and heard that she was a rebel at times. "What do you think? Do give us your opinion at this number." The section ended with a phone number, seeking for more information about the situation.
The television showed that time after all and the girls quickly forgot about the previous news as they were late for school.
"Do you believe that it was the work of a vampire?" Buttercup asked she opened the door to the car. Professor was driving them to school as none of them had gotten driving license yet though Buttercup and Blossom wanted the license.
"There must be some scientific answer to this. There is no way vampires existed. They only exist in stories to scare others." Blossom explained as she tightened her seat belt.
Bubbles bit her lips. "But Blossom, you saw those pictures, didn't you? Even if it was just a needle piercing through it, there is no way through those small holes, it would result in loss of blood." She had always been the timid one.
"What Bubbles said do make sense." Buttercup commented upon thinking about it carefully
"Surely, you don't believe in that right?" Blossom questioned, surprised that there would be people who would accept such an unscientific explanation.
Buttercup shrugged her shoulders. "I am just listing it as a possibility."
"Whatever, let's go. Thanks, professor!" Blossom called out when they reached their school. The three of them waved the professor goodbye before heading into the school.
"Safe!" Buttercup cheered when she saw that there were still people in the hallways. Blossom let out a sigh of relief while Bubbles cheered and high-five Buttercup.
"Can Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup Utonium come to the principal's office?" Their mini-celebration immediately stopped as the crowd stared at them.
The girls excused themselves from the crowd and headed for the principal's office. After so many years, people still constantly had their attention on the girls. It was understandable as the girls had continued fighting crimes, helping out with the police whenever it was necessary.
"Were we caught being late?" Buttercup suggested.
"We were hardly late. We still had 3 minutes to spare. By the way, I doubt being late would result in us being in the principal's office right now." Blossom reasoned, getting nods from Bubbles.
"I think she may have something to announce to us or something." Bubbles piped up, "maybe Blossom won a competition again?"
"I don't remember participating in any competitions recently, and if that was the case, she would only need to see me. What's the point of asking for the both of you?"
"Maybe we got some award from the police for helping to get some criminals?" Buttercup suggested.
"That would be given by the commissioner himself during a weekend." Blossom stated
"Everything is refuted by you Blossom." Buttercup deadpanned. "What do you think is the reason then?" She demanded.
"I have no idea. That's why I am finding it out now." Blossom knocked on the door to the office and heard a command for them to come in.
"Mrs Smith, you are looking for us?" She asked before looking up to see the red, swollen eyes on their principal. The three of them knew immediately that they had intruded in a private moment. Michelle was Mrs Smith's daughter after all. She would definitely be affected by this.
The mood was awkward when they entered the office. Blossom cleared her throat. "My condolences to you and your family, we might not have known Michelle well but I trust that she was a great girl." She said with sympathy.
Principal hurried to wipe off the tears. "It is fine. Sorry about this." The girls shook their heads, indicating that it was alright.
She quickly straightened her back and leaned forward on the table. "Today, there are three transfer students that would be attending this school. After much consideration, we have decided that the three of you would be the most…appropriate to guide them in this school." Mrs Smith seemed to be slightly hesitant about it.
Blossom was curious. What kind of transfer students would need the three of them as mentor in this school? It would usually be passed on to some other members of the student council.
"I can see that Blossom's mind turning already." The principal smiled as she tried to act like her usual kind and cheerful self. However, it was really a bad act. The girls chose not to speak about it. "How should I put this? The transfer students are very…special. They are not like the usual students."
"If it is possible, I would like the three of you to follow them for a month or two and tell me if something was going on." She explained. This made Blossom even more curious. Who could it be?
A knock sounded into the room. "It seemed like they are already here. See for yourself. However, I hope you guys would not react badly." Mrs Smith warned as the three of them nodded, "Come in."
When the door opened, there were three very familiar figures. The figure on the right was a guy with spiked up raven hair. He was wearing a forest green shirt, along with a jean. Tall and masculine, his green eyes were focused on Buttercup. He gave a smirk at her.
The guy on the left was wearing a navy blue shirt, the same plain design as the guy who was wearing green and a simple jean. Different from the first guy, his hair was down and his blue eyes were staring at Bubbles. He showed a small smile to Bubbles.
Meanwhile, the guy standing in the middle, like his brothers, was dressed the same way except for the fact that his shirt was blood red. He wasn't wearing his trademark cap, only having hair down. He was staring at Blossom.
The three girls gulped as the six of them exchanged eye contact. It only took them a moment to recognize the guys in front of them. After all, they were once the main characters of the girls' nightmares. Buttercup was the first one to respond. "What the fuck are the three of you doing here?"
Butch raised up an eyebrow, looking terribly pleased by the fact that his counterpart still had that fiery temper. "Since when did your mouth become so filthy?" He smirked cockily.
"Scre-"
"Buttercup, Mrs Smith is here." Blossom spoke up, looking behind to look at the principal. Mrs Smith looked hesitant, like she was unsure if she was supposed to do anything. It was to be expected. Imagine being in a room with six superpower teenagers and they looked like they were able to have a fight.
Brick rolled his eyes. "It seemed like you haven't changed, still an eyesore."
"What was that supposed to mean?" Blossom narrowed her eyes, placing her hands on her hip.
"Exactly what it means." Brick gave her a challenging smirk, bending forward and closer towards Blossom's face.
"Brick," Boomer spoke up as he looked at his brother. Though Boomer looked relaxed and leaning on the door, his glaze seemed to be warning Brick of something. His look immediately made Brick keep quiet. Blossom took note of this exchange.
Brick seemed to have gotten the understanding of what his brother was saying as his posture straightened and was moving back.
"Let's do this. We won't bother with you girls so you don't bother us too." Brick stated as he crossed his arms.
Blossom scoffed, seemingly baffled by his proposal. "How do we know if you are not going to cause any trouble? We obviously can't trust your words."
"You don't have to know since it will be none of your business." Brick answered as he took a step back. "Guys, let's go."
The boys responded, moving towards the door. "It seemed like Buttercup, you have grown in all the correct places." Butch let out a suggestive whistle as he took a look at her body.
"You bastard!" She cursed, giving him a punch. However, it seemed like he was be able to stop it easily with his hands. Buttercup's eyes widened as she tried to retract back her fist. He was gripping on it tightly.
His eyes suddenly shifted from joking to a serious demeanor. Buttercup almost shuddered at the suddenly change of personality. "If you are looking for the Butch that lost to you a few years back, he doesn't exist anymore." Butch whispered; his husky voice seemed in making Buttercup shiver. Brick looked at his brother, worried for a moment.
"Bubbles, it is great to see you again." Boomer gave a smile that did not reach up to his eyes. The three of them reached for the door until Brick seemed to have remembered something
He went up towards the principal and snatched the documents that were on the table. "I trust that this is supposed to be given to us?" Their schedules and passes.
"Y-yes." Mrs Smith responded. "And also, regarding those guides, we don't need them. We won't cause trouble." He declared but paused for a while, "Or at least in this school." The girls who were previously listening to this exchanged stiffened immediately.
"Last but not least, I'm sorry about the loss of your daughter. It was an accident that one could not prevent. I'm really sorry." Brick said sincerely. Blossom was suspicious; could he have been the murderer?
"I-it's alright." Tears were welling up in the principal's eyes. With that, the boys went off.
The moment the door was closed, Buttercup protested, "What the fuck was that?"
"Blossom" Bubbles looked at their leader worriedly. The three of them understood the reason for Bubbles' worry. "I know."
"They seemed to have changed much." Blossom stated, looking at the door, remembering the encounter just moments.
Buttercup also looked at that door too. "Did you see how Brick spoke about that accident just now? They must be hiding something." Blossom nodded her head at her green sister's theory. "Not only that, Brick and Boomer's seemed to be slightly strange."
"We are going to find out their secrets right?" Bubbles questioned and other two nodded.
Blossom knocked on the door before opening it carefully.
Gaining the entire attention of her class, she entered and bowed down. "I'm sorry Mr Taylor. This won't happen again." She was late for her first lesson of the day. The teacher, a kind young man, smiled, "I know that you had to go to the principal's office so it is fine."
Blossom thanked the teacher for understanding and was about to go to her seat which was in one of the middle rows to find it taken by someone else. She paused, not understanding the situation. Did they have a seat change in the middle of the semester?
Mr Taylor seemed to have noticed her dilemma. "It is like this Blossom. There is a new student in our class and our classmates seemed to be a bit too shy to sit beside him so I made the choice of shifting your seat and hers as I thought that you will be able to communicate with the new student more properly."
It didn't take long for the brain out of her sisters to realize what was going on. She scanned the room to see the new student to find her red counterpart sitting at the back corner of the class. To put it bluntly, people were afraid of sitting with it and thus, sending her instead due to her superpowers and the fact that she would not die in his hands, not so fast at least.
"It is fine, Mr Taylor. Thank you for informing me." She quickly took her seat beside Brick.
Brick sensed her presence and even knew who she was but failed to acknowledge her. The class resumed as normal. Throughout the lesson, Blossom had been peeking at Brick to see his actions but he did not do anything but looked bored in the first few minutes. After that, his arm was on his forehead, forming a triangle shape. His eyes were closed.
As she was taking down notes, she started the conversation. There was no way Brick could really sleep in this new environment. His stiff body gave himself away. "I have discussed with my sisters about you three."
Brick heard it and smirked. "Oh really, do tell what have you three discussed?"
"We had come to the conclusion that you guys are hiding something, something major and we are definitely going to find out what is that."
"Good luck with that."
"That's all?" Blossom was slightly disappointed. She had expected him to have more of a response. When younger, he would often argue with her.
Brick seemed to notice it although his eyes were closed. "What the fuck were you expecting from me? Kindness?" His tone was harsh. "Nothing." Blossom shook her head. The opponent was Brick Jojo after all, her counterpart. She was wrong to even expect something from him.
The bell rang and Brick just stood up and left the classroom.
Talk about being rude.
To say Buttercup was surprised to see Butch in her AP Math class was an understatement, she was beyond shocked. However, after some logical thinking, if she could be in advanced math, he being her counterpart could do it easily too.
And again, after thinking for a bit more, she wasn't surprised that the seat beside him was empty. If she was a normal student, she would have avoided him too. But too bad, being the dare-devil Buttercup she was, she walked to the seat beside him and just sat down, not even asking if the seat was empty.
"Why are you back?" Buttercup questioned, cutting the chase. She was wanted to determine his motive as soon as possible, not wanting to place any civilians in danger. She looked at the bored guy next to her.
Tearing his eyes from the view outside the window, he looked at her. "Why? Missed me?" He smirked.
"Don't flatter yourself. You're not worth it." She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Okay." He stated.
That was it.
Buttercup's eyes twitched.
"You are going to just accept it?" She demanded, standing up.
Butch just continued looking out of the window. "What did you expect from me? It is not like I am itching for a fight."
Butch was not looking for a fight? That was almost a miracle. Where was the past Butch that did everything he could get into a fight with her?
"What the heck?" She cursed, totally unfamiliar with the Butch in front of her.
Buttercup was more than stunned. That was because she knew and understood. The itch to fight, the restlessness if they were to just stay still, she knew it well and experience it first-handed. Their skin would crawl like millions of ants were on them if they were doing nothing. Their body would hold so much tension that they could not even get a good night sleep. The only way to deal with that horrible and torturous sensation was through fighting.
The extreme amount of adrenaline that pumped through their blood vigorously while they were fighting calmed them down. The crawling feelings disappeared the moment their fists or legs hit the opponent. Their bodies became fluid and easy to move around with while preparing for the next attack.
That's why Buttercup loved her superhero status; she could fight whenever there was an attack and no one would correct her about it.
Butch seemed to get a gist of what was she thinking about as he looked up to her and smirked. "I found a new way to handle with my frustration which is so much more amazing than fighting."
He was definitely showing off. That arrogance in her counterpart's face made Buttercup feel like punching him. He stood up, a head taller than Buttercup which had her annoyed. Curse him and his tall gene. He had to be over 180cm, she thought.
He bend down, his mouth to her eyes. "Try having sex. It helps. A lot." He whispered, making her ears turned red.
He made a face of thinking for a moment. "But if really no one wants you, I don't mind doing it with you." He added on after a thought of consideration. That gained him a kick in the shin.
"Fuck!" He cursed, losing his balance and his butt coming in contact with the seat hard wooden surface.
"Oh no, did that hurt you?" Buttercup said, putting on a false act of being concerned about him.
Butch rubbed the part where Buttercup had kicked, "Damn right it did!" He glared at her.
Buttercup crossed her arms again, trying to look as though she had authority. "Two words." She held up two fingers, waiting for Butch's response. When she got the sign to continue on from Butch, it was her turn to rub it into his face.
"You suck." She pulled out a middle finger before taking her bag and strutted out of the class, not even bothered that she was skipping class.
Guess some things about Butch did not change.
Unlike her sisters who had met the boys the very first period, Bubbles did not manage to meet Boomer until the period before her lunch period. The both of them shared Art lesson together. However, Bubbles was seated quite far away from Boomer.
Upset about the fact that she was unable to communicate with Boomer for that period, she just sulked and started doing the assignment that the teacher had given her; to draw their ideal type.
No one questioned the teacher's reasons for such a topic as they knew how she operated; giving random topics that she herself had only thought of a few hours or even minutes ago. The teacher had claimed that it was a form of art too and no one was ever brave enough to contradict with it.
As Bubbles got into the mood of working, she started on her work, her fingers moving as her brain commanded her. Her inspiration drew her along.
"Oh, great job Boomer!" She heard her teacher exclaimed, snapping Bubbles out of her trance.
"Class, come and take a look at this picture." She took Boomer's painting without much hesitation and looked at the class before displaying the picture.
It was still an uncompleted picture, with some shading and strokes undone. However, in that short 30 minutes, he was about to draw out a beautiful portrait of a lady, one with extremely long hair was not tied and big eyes. Bubbles thought that the last was beautiful and elegant but there was something about her, something that made Bubbles feel that she was very familiar.
Classmates' praises toward Boomer could be heard and Boomer just merely nodded in thanks for their words.
The answer came sooner than expected. "Does that look like Bubbles?" She heard one of her classmates asking. That question got everyone's attention as everyone turned to look at her.
It was then she realized why the lady in the picture looked so familiar.
It really looked like her, especially when she let her hair down.
Unconsciously, Bubbles touched her hair that was currently in a ponytail as she looked at her blue counterpart. Bubbles always tie up her hair whenever she was outside as she preferred it that way. It was only when she was at home, then she would leave her hair down.
Boomer's eyes were on her, cautious and guarded as if he had expected some kind of reaction from her. Before Bubbles could further decipher that gaze of hers, he turned away quickly.
Boomer went up to snatch up the painting from their art teacher. "Please refrain from touching my work the next time. I hate it especially when someone does that. Even if you are a teacher, that gives you no right to steal from a student." He glared at her.
"Steal? Isn't that a bit too much? She just held it for a while to show us." One of the male classmates spoke up for the teacher.
Boomer stuffed his things into his bag and slung it on his shoulder. "Taking things without permission is stealing."
With his obvious anger, he just went out of the classroom. The male classmate scoffed, "He was just embarrassed cause he was caught drawing Bubbles."
That seemed to have done the trick to snap Bubbles out of her daze. She ran out of the classroom to see Boomer's back.
"Boomer!" She called out. He stopped his footsteps but did not turned back.
Bubbles was unsure about how to approach him. After all, she had not seen him for about ten years. The Boomer in front of her was unfamiliar, someone that she had not meet for ten years. Ten years was more than sufficient time for one to change.
"Is that girl me?" Bubbles wanted to hit herself for not be able to phrase her words properly. She had lots of questions for Boomer; why did he leave without telling her? Why did he change so drastically now that he was back? These thoughts can't stop invading her mind.
Boomer turned back to look at her, seeming annoyed about her question. "Don't regard yourself as someone so important." He scowled.
Hurt. That was what she felt when Boomer said those words to her with that emotionless tone.
"What happened to you Boomer?" She whispered, looking at him. He heard her. She knew he definitely did. Not hearing Boomer answered made her more frustrated, "We became friends didn't we? We became good friends that promise to be friends forever. Why did you leave not long after that promise was made?"
Bubbles could clearly remember what was happened. It wasn't long after the boys were defeated with a kiss and never appeared in front of the girls. She, by chance met Boomer.
Her initial response was to fight the person that was deemed evil by the town but he was hurt at that point of time. Although he shouldn't be able to get any injuries that was unable to heal, he did. That day, he was drenched in blood and was staggering. He wanted help and approached the first person that passed by that dark alley which happened to be Bubbles.
Bubbles, being the kind-hearted person she was immediately tended to him and checked on him. By then, he was already ninety-percent unconscious.
She took him to a nearby treehouse that the professor had built for them to play, she tended to his injuries. After a few hours, with the chemical X that was in Boomer's body, he was already healed and up soon.
When he woke up, he was on guard at first but soon realized that it was Bubbles who helped him. He thanked her profusely and they became on truce and even friends.
Bubbles kept the fact that she knew that the Rowdy Ruff Boys still existed from her sisters while Boomer kept the fact that he was in contact with Bubbles from his brothers. The both of them became close friends that enjoyed each other's company.
However, not even after a week they became friends, Boomer was gone.
He never came back to the treehouse where they met up, neither did Bubbles ever got to see him again.
Well, until now.
"I have no obligation to reply to you at all." It took a few moments for Boomer to reply. He seemed to be hesitant, unsure about his direction or approach but that hesitation was gone in a few seconds, like it didn't exist.
"Boomer-"
"Like I said before, it was nice meeting you again Bubbles. Nothing else." He cut her off, his hold on the strap of his bag getting tighter. He took a breath and used a tone of voice like he was pacifying a sullen child. "We might have been friends for that short few days. But right now, we are nothing more than just acquaintances." He looked at Bubbles as if he wanted her to understand his stand, something that she had never expected to see from Boomer, the always quiet yet kind Boomer.
Bubbles wanted to retort to that statement but as she opened her mouth, the bell rang, students from different class in the corridor came flooding and Boomer gave Bubbles one last nod of the head like he was greeting her, turned his back to her and walked away.
To say that Blossom was pissed was an understatement, she was busy stabbing her food to relieve her stress. She knew that she was making a mess near her but she won't care less in her current state.
"You cannot believe what he said! Like I would even expect anything from him!" Blossom was nearly screaming, gaining the looks from the nearby tables. They were used to the attention after all. Buttercup sighed while Bubbles was in a daze.
"Chill Blossom, it is not like we don't know how Brick is like. He is always rude." Blossom opened her mouth to complain more but was interrupted by her green sister, "Take a look at Bubbles." She nudged her head to the blue sister.
"What's wrong with her?" Blossom asked, noticing the fact that her chirpy sister was being unusually quiet.
Buttercup sighed, "I heard from one of the soccer guys that I always play with that she shared Art classes with Boomer."
Blossom nodded, not really understand what was going on. Buttercup continued on, "There was an interesting incident that happened in there." Blossom widened her eyes.
"Their topic was to draw their ideal type and apparently, Boomer drew her." She pointed to the sister that was busy having her head in the clouds.
Blossom let out a loud shout but Buttercup was faster in covering her mouth, placing her index finger on her lips, signaling for her to keep quiet.
"Anyways, Boomer was damn pissed in the fact that his painting was shown to the class and snatched it back, claiming that the teacher stole his painting. Then, after he stormed out of the classroom, Bubbles went out too."
Blossom scoffed at that, "Stole?" She questioned the word of choice. "They are the ones to talk. I wonder whose favorite hobby in the past was to rob a bank? Bet they are still doing that now." She rolled her eyes.
"That would be us." A low deep voice could be heard behind her. Buttercup narrowed her eyes while Bubbles got out of her state.
Looking at her sisters' reactions, she knew the owner of the voice without even turning back. However, she still turned back to see the Jojo brothers. Brick's eyebrows were raised while Boomer was looking at everywhere but Bubbles and Butch meanwhile was taking off his headphones, sliding it back to his neck.
The canteen turned quiet when they saw the current scene. No one wanted to anger the six superpower teens and was interested in their conversation.
"Oh, I thought we were getting lunch Brick." Butch commented, having not paid attention just now.
"We were, until someone decided to indirectly insult us." Brick stuffed his hands in his jeans.
Boomer did not seem pleased at all. "Let's just get lunch and get out, can't we?"
"She just insulted us." Brick repeated.
"Leave it." Boomer hissed, looking like he didn't want to stay near them more than necessary.
"Did I even say anything wrong?" Blossom questioned, crossing her arms.
Brick smirked. "Of course not. Who dares to ever anger the leader of the famous Powerpuff Girls? Everything she ever does is correct." It sounded sarcastic even to other people much less Blossom.
"I am here merely to add on. Not only robbing a bank, we like to terrorize people and plot to dominate the whole Townville." Brick was nonchalant. "But definitely, there was the famous Powerpuff Girls, girls who beat us openly such that we always leave in anger."
Blossom didn't know what was going on. Was he openly declaring the humiliation that he had suffered previously? Why?
"I won't deny that it is false but judging people according to their past is extremely rude don't you think?" He questioned in his obvious anger.
"Oh, but who actually dares to correct you? After all, you are the famous Powerpuff Girl's leader. The one who calls the shot and decided whether people get to be saved or not." Brick growled.
Butch was on guard. For what, Buttercup couldn't understand. Though he still looked casual to others, she could see the way his shoulders stiffened as he looked at his red brother, as if he was ready to tackle him or something. She turned to look at Boomer and it was the same too. His leg was closer towards Brick now, looking prepared to trip him.
Blossom was taken aback by his words; it was very obvious even to Bubbles who usually did not notice these things. It was gone in a flash, Blossom turned furious.
"I have never once chosen to not to save anyone!" She hissed.
Brick laughed darkly. "Are you sure about that or should I remind you about what happened ten years ago?" Butch, Boomer and Blossom immediately froze at that.
Before Buttercup could do anything to stop her red sister, a loud slap reverberated in the canteen.
Brick's hair covered his face. "Wrong move Blossy. Totally wrong." He growled as he pulled her arm and inched his face close to hers. "You will regret this."
"Just like how you chose to run away and make our lives turn into a living nightmare, I will make yours the same."
Buttercup and Bubbles stood up to make an attack but that moment, Brick let go of her hand.
"Let's go." He told his brothers who relaxed. Brick himself walked towards the door.
Butch was about to follow but he suddenly remembered something and cried out. "What about our lunch?"
"You won't die not eating." Boomer laughed, the former's chest. "I got some chocolates in my bag. If we don't follow Red now, he will go berserk." His fingers drew circles at the side of his head.
"Fuck." Brick cursed as he covered part of his face with his hand.
"I knew it." Boomer's voice could be heard all the sudden. "Despite that crazy show that you put up on just now, you are sure weak now." Butch laughed.
Brick looked up to see the both of his brothers present in the empty classroom that was in. He removed his hand, leaning back on the wall. "Shut it." Brick rolled his eyes.
Boomer's smile disappeared suddenly, turning serious. "This is why I told you that it was a bad idea Brick!" Boomer raised an eyebrow, showing off the fact that he was correct finally.
"I'm fine." Brick insisted. "Fine? Your eyes are glowing red." Boomer pointed out, annoyed by his brother's stubborn actions. Brick had a frustrated sound and raised his hands once again to cover the eyes before putting it down, realizing that it was stupid. After all, all three of them knew the reason for Brick's glowing eyes. It was because of his stupid actions.
Pressing the bridge of his nose, he continued on. "This is precisely why I didn't want us to come back. You know that this is dangerous, the closer we get to the girls, the more dangerous it will be more for them and us." Brick kept quiet, looking at the ground.
"Boomer, stop it." Butch spoke up. "None of us would want to come back if we could. If it wasn't for that stupid mission that we have, none of us would be here even."
"I understand that this is because of the mission. But still, don't you think enrolling in the girls' school might be bad?" The blue ruff argued, sighing. He didn't know if he should resign to this fate or something.
"There is only one high school in this small town. There are no other options." Butch deadpanned at his younger brother.
Boomer rolled his eyes but kept quiet, knowing that Butch was right. "But seriously Red, you overdid it just now. I thought you were going to attack her." Butch brought up the topic.
Brick sighed, ruffling his hair. "I didn't expect that to happen. When I talked to her, I realized that I made a mistake—I shouldn't have even approached her in the first place over that silly thing that she had said."
"I wanted to make up for my mistake by reminding myself of her bad qualities but then, I remembered that incident. I was originally annoyed but when I thought of that matter, I just went crazy you know." He explained. The other two nodded, perfectly understand what he was talking about.
"Anyways, my decision remains. We have to continue to study at this high school. It will bring us closer to our mission. Just stay away from the girls. Once we finish this cursed thing, we will return home. Father is expecting us to deal this problem after all."
The both of them nodded.
"Do you think the urge will consume us?" Boomer questioned after a moment of peace.
"Truthfully, I don't know. I really don't." Brick shrugged his shoulders. This was his first time dealing with this after all. "I know it is torturing you guys so let's get it done soon so that we go back quickly." Brick said calmly, despite the fact that it happened to him just now.
The bell rang and Brick, being the studious guy he was, reached for the doorknob but was stopped by Butch.
"I don't mind the fact that you want to go out with your glowing eyes but I am sure that you mind." This got Brick laughter from the both brothers.
"Shut it. I didn't ask for this." He rolled his eyes.
Boomer reached for his bag and took out some chocolates. "Since we didn't get to eat lunch, let's eat these chocolates. Also, while waiting for Brick's eyes to stop." Boomer laughed.
Butch quickly opened the chocolate bar and bit on it. "Boomer, you are a lifesaver." He groaned. "I was really hungry but someone had to go and cause trouble." He took a peek at Brick.
"I'm sorry. Is that fine enough for you?" He rolled his eyes. Butch can really go on and on if he didn't get what he wanted.
"You owe me one."
Once again, Brick rolled his eyes at that.
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