Hey! This is my first fanfiction ever and I'm really excited! English is not my main language so it's only normal if you find some mistakes and think the writing is simple. I hope you like it though! Don't forget to review so I can know if you want me to continue this story ^^

Playing with Fire

Brick JoJo is the leader of the Rowdyruff Boys. Unlike his brothers, especially Butch, he doesn't care about crime. After so many years causing trouble in Townsville, he grew tired of doing the same thing over and over again. Over the years, he became almost an emotionless person with absolutely no goal or motivation. Brick was a totally different person than he was some years ago, he was now 22 years old and life felt pointless.

''Dude, come on! We are going to have some fun tonight!'' said Butch, who even after all those years, still tried to revive his brother.

''No, thanks.'' He replied cold and steady. After a few more attempts from Butch, Brick got tired and walked to the door, shutting it with a little more strength than necessary. Living with his brothers could be a pain in the ass. He just wanted some peace and quiet and the Rowdyruff Boys were everything but quiet. Or peaceful. Butch didn't change a bit over the years. He was always this energetic and ready for the party guy. Boomer, however, was way more calm than his only-brute-force-and-no-brain-brother, has he liked to call him. Although, Butch would pull a few strings now and then so Boomer would go with him and do some damage. Brick would too, in his teenager years but not now. Now, he just wandered. And it was just exactly what he was doing right now.

After leaving his house, he just wandered around. A few miles away and he felt raindrops on his face. Damnit, he thought. Some minutes later and it was pouring so hard he had to find shelter and what a better place than a coffee shop who happens to be just across the street. He was in a hurry when he left the house so he didn't have time to grab a jacket or do his usual low pony-tail. Now, soaking wet, he felt like groaning loud. Fuck Butch and his need to be annoying. This didn't have to happen. His huge auburn hair was dripping all over the floor. His hair actually reached the end of his back. Sometimes even Brick was surprised with how long his hair was. It was not like he wanted the hair to be that big but he didn't really care enough to go and have a haircut.

''You look like shit.'' a familiar voice said behind him.

''I didn't think I would live long enough to hear you cursing, Red.'' he replied, half smirking, half surprised.

''I wouldn't if I had words strong enough to describe how shitty you look right now.'' she said giggling. Blossom was a beauty completely out of this world. The years did some magic to her. She was a grown woman with her beautiful long bright copper hair tied in a French side braid.

''Well, thanks.'' Brick was struggling keeping the conversation going on since he was still half stunned by the surprise of seeing the pink Powerpuff Girl right in front of his eyes. He hasn't seen her since he has retired from crime. The last time they saw each other, he was pretty pissed off and yelled at her, saying that he was tired of the kind of life he was having and he didn't want more chaos in his life so she and her stupid sisters should go fuck themselves and should stop making him taking shit because of his brothers since he had nothing to do with their actions anymore. Yeah, he was an ass back then.

''I didn't mean it with a bad way, though.'' She replied with a soft smile. ''So, what are you up to now?''

''Nothing much, just existing. You?''

''Trying to graduate from college.''

''Sounds like a pain in the ass'' Brick was not impressed. The girl had potential. She was always about brains. She was the leader for a reason.

''It kinda is but it has good things. I met nice people and it's a totally different world having this kind of independency. It feels nice having all this time for myself.'' Brick frowned.

''Did you give up on your Powerpuff status?''

''It's not like that. The city is quite peaceful now that all the villains are old or missing. Sometimes there are a few things that need a Powerpuff but Buttercup is more than enough to handle it. I don't need to worry all the time anymore.''

''That's nice, Red. You actually managed to get a life besides your duty to the town.'' Brick said with signature smirk that she remembered from years ago, it felt almost nostalgic. She decided to ignore the teasing for the sake of the conversation. Blossom was having a good time catching up with Brick, for her surprised. And he didn't seem unpleased at all by her company. Maybe he did change over the years. However, there was this question that she couldn't get out of her head.

''Where have you been all this time?'' the curious, yet, a bit worried look on Blossom's face was obvious.

''Don't worry, I wasn't causing trouble. I wasn't in town though. I felt like I needed a break from all the chaos so I wandered around. I've been home for a year or two but I haven't seen you around though.'' It was Brick who was curious now. How come he often goes for a walk and he hasn't seen her once?

''I moved in a few days ago, this apartment was cheaper and closer to college. Funny seeing you here, I never thought I would see you ever again.''

And that explains it. It felt weird being able to have a civil conversation with a Powerpuff Girl, especially his counterpart. Usually, they would just disagree in everything and shout at each other nonsense but they were grownups now and the urge to yell and make a scene all the time was not present.

''You're not getting rid of me that easily, Red.'' The smirk was back on his face. A lot changed but his urge to tease her didn't.

''I kind of saw that one coming. Anyway, wanna grab a coffee and catch up? I was planning staying here a bit.'' That one caught Brick off guard.

''Hmmm… Sure'' he replied frowning, still surprised for the invite, as they sat down. Blossom had always a smile on her face, she was happy to bump into her childhood not-so-much-of-a-friend. Brick, on the other hand, was not so unpleased as he was expecting to be. At least, it was better than Butch whining about how much of a pussy he had become.