Me: This is my second D!PPGZ fanfic! Cheers!
Kaoru: (Sits at a corner, grumbling and breathing out curses)
Brick: What's wrong with her?
Me: Oh, she is still mad at me for making her kiss Butch at the other fanfic I wrote, named 'Is This love?'
Momoko: Really? I kinda liked it. It was very cute!
Me: Awww thanks! Here, have some brigadeiros.
Miyako: What are brigadeiros?
Me: A Brazilian chocolate truffle. Taste it, it is really good!
(Everyone proceeds to fill their mouths with brigadeiros)
Me: Whoa! Calm down, there is enough for everyone ^^!
Boomer: (Speakinng with mouth full) Glossy-Butterfly58 does not own Demashitaa! PowerPuff Girls Z!
Me: Enjoy!
Enter the protagonists
The sounds of footsteps filled every crowded street as people rushed to work on the weekend. The non-stop traffic raced beside the sidewalk as the hum of the engines lifted up. The tall buildings of Tokyo stood tall, blocking the view to the horizon, a city full of development and technology.
In one of the city's residential areas the bright sunlight shone through the clean crystal windows and the pink lace curtains. The loud and high-pitched alarm of a little red, alarm clock echoed in the room yet it did not wake the girl under the multiple pink blankets that rose and fell with her breathing.
"Momoko! Wake up!" a woman's voice called out. The young girl flinched and groaned, only to turn and bury her face in her large pillow. Her sherbet-orange hair was a mess from a night of tossing and turning. Minutes passed before the woman called out again.
"Momoko! Breakfast is ready!" her voice had a hint of authority. You could tell she was her mother.
The girl grunted and grabbed hold of her pillow, only to press it against her head, covering her ears.
"Honestly..." the woman sighed, turning her back towards the staircases and heading back to the glass table adorned with plates and mugs. A middle aged man sat at the head of the table, flicking through the pages of the newspaper. Next to him sat a little girl. Her light brown hair shone in the sunlight pouring through the windows. Her golden eyes sparkled with childishness and mischief as she crunched happily her strawberry jam toast.
"I can help you, if you're into that." she said between crunches. Her mother looked at her, dark hazel eyes giving her a questioning look.
"Got anything, Kuriko?" she asked her.
Kuriko had a normal body structure of an eight-year-old. She was dressed in a cream button-up shirt and light yellow shorts. Her long hair was tied in two braids held up by big, pink ribbons. She jumped up from her chair, her petite, nude feet slapping the floor. She then called out.
"Wow! There is still one chocolate pudding left! I'll eat it, since sis does not seem to want any!"
Momoko's large pink eyes shot open instantly as the words echoed in her head.
"No! Wait!" she shrieked "I was saving it for later!"
She jumped out of her bed. Unluckily for her, the pink pajama pants wrapped around her ankle, causing her to fall face first on the hard floor.
"That hurt!" Momoko whimpered as she held her forehead, which throbbed hotly against her palm.
She picked herself up, and dashed down the staircase, tripping at the last step.
"Owww..." she complained after a rough landing on her butt. She abruptly stood up, her eyes scanning the table. There it was. The chocolate pudding sat neatly in front of her seat at the table. She walked slowly towards it, searching for any cuts on her shape. But the beautiful surface lay untouched. Nome of the strawberries were missing. The cream elegantly remained on the top, giving the dish it's last touched. Tears of happiness formed in Momoko's eyes as a smile crossed her face in joy.
"You are lucky. I was about to eat it." Kuriko said while pouring some orange juice in her glass. Their mother stared at her in disbelief, surprised at how she was an expert when it came to manipulating her older sister.
"Your summer holidays started already" the man pointed out, poking his face from the newspaper. Momoko simply nodded as she reached out for a silver spoon and dug it in the pudding, then popped the sweet content in her mouth. She started making little moaning sounds, which immediately touched Kuriko's nerves.
"I should have eaten it..." she hissed between gritted teeth, while taking the glass of orange juice and clicking it against her front teeth, before taking a slurp. Momoko glared at her before she went back to eat.
"What are your plans, Momoko? You know that two more months will be added to your vacation, since you school has been destroyed by Mojo" their father asked her. Momoko looked up and gave him a smile. Mojo had done that out of rage since Miss Keane was going out with another man. Thankfully, he didn't know there was no school on weekends, so nobody got hurt. Moreover, that only made the children's vacation longer, because it would take four months to repair all of the damage caused.
"The girls and I are planning on going somewhere with the professor." she announced, before taking another spoon.
A silence filled the table, and Momoko gave a tiny worried gulp. She had forgotten something crucial. And it was her parent's permission. Half a minute passed before she talked again.
"Well, if you guys are ok with it..." she spoke out, giving her parents pleading looks. Kuriko watched with a smirk. Their mother gave a glance to their father. They stared at each other for a while, as if they where communicating by telepathy. One silent minute passed, and Momoko had finished her dessert already. She watched them with worried eyes, giving silent prayers. Suddenly, her mother turned around to face her.
"You can go." she simply said "Make sure you have your mobile phone. We trust on you, ok?"
Momoko froze as her heartbeat turned into a sonic boom, a quiver running from her head to her toes. Every cell vibrated, dancing with happiness as the yes echoed in her ears. Her heart blasted, causing her paled skin to blow up, to explode with color.
"YESSSSSSSSSS!" Momoko screamed as she broke in joy. She immediately ran over to give both of her parents a bear hug.
"I'm going to pack my stuff!" she declared as she raced up the stairs, falling down twice. Kuriko shrugged at the scene, before pouring down some more orange juice.
The room was bright. The curtains had been tied to hold them onto place, letting the warm sunlight enlighten the room. It was a large room, about five meters of length and five of width. The queen-size bed had aqua blue silk quilt, and perfect cream-coloured sheets underneath. The quilt had light blue bubbles print on them. A light green bedside table stood next to it, and a purple lace lamp sat on it. Leaning against the end of the bed was a tiny pink dresser with a Macbook Air laptop lying on top of it. Several yellow and white cushions where spread on the blue carpeted floor, serving as good places where the owner could sit at. A tiny turquoise vanity table with a light pink round mirror rested on the other side of the room. On the opposite of the bed was a light teal desk with a yellow bookcase towering above it. The desk was situated facing a window, giving the owner a perfect view of the streets bellow. Next to the vanity table was a large dresser with a big screen TV. It was positioned so that when a person lied on the bed, they would be able to watch TV while lying down. In total, the room seemed like an average girl's room.
You could hear quick footsteps coming and going. The teenage girl rushed into her toilet and grabbed her toothbrush. She snuck it into a blue zippy bag as she walked back to her room, and she carefully placed it in her black packed her blow dryer, her blue rollers, her hairbrush and her make-up. She took her deodorant and some of her various perfumes. Then she added her box of hair accessories and her jewelry box. The suitcase was rather small, so it was quickly filled. She zipped it shut and searched in her closet again. This time, she took out a dark purple suitcase, bigger than the other one. She tossed in some bras and underwear. Then she added her night clothes, swimming wear and favorite outfits. At first it was a bit difficult to zip it, so she had to sit on it to do it.
"There" she whispered with a smile. She took a deep breath, and let herself fall delicately on the bed. Her blonde bangs sat perfectly on her brow, showing how healthy her hair was was. It was tied in two curled pigtails, held by blue ribbons. Her glittery azure eyes were like cool sapphires, shimmering with youth. Her light blue dress only covered part of her knees, her porcelain skin making a perfect match to it. Her long eyelashes painted with mascara gradually closed, to the point that she was about to fall asleep.
But right before falling asleep, a loud know was heard at the door. She reacted almost instantly, jumping out of her bed and kneeling carefully on the blue mat, before she called out.
"Come in!"
The japanese styled door slid open, revealing an elderly woman dressed in a purple kimono. Her dry grey hair was held into a low bun, a single golden streak remaining on the side of her head. She smiled warmly at her granddaughter, before she proceeded to ask.
"Are you done with packing?"
Miyako gave her best smile and nodded to her, before pointing at her suitcases settled at a corner of her room.
"Well then. Let's bring them over to the entry and have some lunch." she told the girl.
Miyako stood up obediently and walked across her room, towards her bags. To avoid damaging the wooden floor, she had to carry them over her shoulder, making it two trips. Her hands were swollen after that, red marks decorating them. Her grandmother, due to her aged and fragile body, was unable to lend her some help. But the hard exercise finished being worth it when Miyako was presented to her lunch. Her favorite blue plate carried her favorite dish. Meatballs.
"Thank you so much, granny!" she said with joy, carefully keeping herself from screaming to avoid hurting her granny's delicate ears. She kneeled down in front of the japanese styled table. She then clasped the now healed palms of her hands together and announced.
"Itadakimasu!"
At that time of the day, most people in Japan took a break and have lunch. In a small flat, which had few rooms. The owners had received several complaints from neighbors asking them to cool down and make less noise. However, they where just wasting breath, because the loud and lively family could never be controlled.
The kitchen and the dining room were not separated by a wall, like most houses do to stop the smell from spreading in the house. In the centre of the room a cheap wooden table sat, several chairs surrounding it. The walls where adorned with glass frames showing family photos and old newspaper cuts, all talking about a certain pro-wrestler named Tokio. A pudgy woman with long, dark teal hair pulled into a high ponytail put some cooked rice in a big glass bowl and brought it to the table. Her green eyes shone with optimism as she did her daily housework. Sitting on the table was a middle-aged man, wide and muscular arms crossed as he watched his wife with deep green eyes. Half of his face was well covered with a wrestling mask, only letting his eyes and mouth show.
"You look really happy today, honey" he commented. The woman turned around and flashed him a warm smile, before answering.
"Of course I am!" she said, placing a bowl in front of him and five other chairs. "Our children will be away this summer! That will give us time to be alone, only the two of us!" she laughed, running her hands down her light jade pencil skirt, watching for wrinkles. She always wanted to look right to the eyes of other people, especially the man sitting in front of her.
"Lunch is ready!" she announced as she sat next to her husband. Two more boys walked to the table. The oldest, a sixteen-year-old sat down. He had green eyes that sparkled with an unnerving type of playfulness. His dark forest hair was held up and spiky, probably with the help of gel. The youngest hopped on the table. The parent's gazes went directly to his right cheek, where an old scar was formed. It had a cross shape, and it was considered one of the boy's main features. He liked to show it off to his classmates, making up hundreds of different stories about it's origins. Fighting a criminal, saving a grandma from a hurricane, and even fighting a lion. And, believe it or not, most of them believed him. He had gained a special popularity with the girls of his grade, being labeled one of the top listed ones. The mother gave a glance at the table, and noticed that one of the seats was empty. She yelled louder.
"Kaoru! Come and join lunch!" At that point, they all heard a door slamming and footsteps running towards the area. The door opened, revealing the remaining family member.
Her extremely dark raven hair was spiky and messy, looking like her older brother. However, her's didn't have any gel on it; it seemed like she just couldn't bother to brush it and tame it. Her lime-green eyes burnt with lively youth, which seemed to be a common feature in their family. Her muscles where toned and trained, result she had gotten for exercising as a daily basis. Her light green short sleeve hoodie was crumpled and sweaty, and her grey sporty shorts ended at her mid-tight. Little beads of sweat covered her face, as if she had just finished exercising. Her mother offered her a wet towel, which she gladly accepted. Overall, Kaoru didn't show a little bit of girlishness or feminism, which upset her mother heavily. Ever since she had married, she had dreamed of giving birth to a girl so they could go shopping together and do very girly stuff. At the beginning, when Kaoru was young, she could brush her hair and dress her up. But as Kaoru got older, she chose how to have her hair and which clothes to wear. Due to the influence given for living surrounded by males, Kaoru had an extremely manly personality. At first her mother thought she was a transgender, but as years passed she realized that it was just Kaoru's way to be, a mixture of edgy and boyish.
"What is it?" Kaoru asked, arching an eyebrow at her mother staring blankly at her. She didn't take long before regaining her composure and smiling warmly at her daughter. She lead her to her chair. Once Kaoru was seated, the males started roughly getting their food from their plates with their chopsticks and shoving it in their mouths. Kaoru gave a glance at them, mentally asking herself how on earth could they eat so quickly and roughly without choking once. Her mother giggled at the scene. She proceeded to attempt to talk to her only daughter.
"You will be away with your friends for three months!" she said. Kaoru glanced at her, wondering if that was a question or a statement. She nodded, digging her chopsticks in her rice.
"Have you packed all your bags?" she asked, only to receive another nod. She started losing her hopes because of her daughter's lack of cooperation to hold the conversation. She looked away and glanced at her plate before she started eating too, but with much more elegance and manners than the rest of the family.
"The professor will come and pick me up" she said. Her mother quickly lifted her head up, her eyes gleaming with hope. It soon died out when Kaoru stood up her chair, her plate now sat empty on the table. The mother felt an urge of shock and disappointment strike her.
'Since when can this girl eat so quick?' she mentally complained, glancing at the dish.
Me: Well, that was the first chapter! Hope you liked it!
(Everyone feels sick after eating too much brigadeiros)
Butch: You poisoned us...
Me: Hey! No-one asked you to eat so fast like a bunch of wild animals! It's chocolate, of course too much will make you sick!
Kaoru: I am never eating brigadeiros again...
Me: Too bad! More for me! (Pops a brigadeiro in mouth) See ya soon!
