Yep- here you all were thinking I'm dead. Well, I kind of am. As you can see, I haven't updated in YONKS because...well, I kind of grew tired of the PPG board. All my favourite legendary writers had since retired and all was left was a bunch of wannabes who tried and tried again to create a good RRB/PPG romance fic...and...well...

failed. miserably.

The whole thing made me so sad it made me double think my writing ability, and I realised I wasn't so crash hot either.

Don't get me wrong, sweeties, I love RRB/PPG romance. But a lot of writers out there are making me hate it. The spelling mistakes, the poor grammar, the cliche'd plot, the overall poor effort in general, it made a whole mockery of something that used to bring me such happiness. And...I'm back!

With a vengeance! *Cackles evilly*

So here it is, something I created a long while ago that I was too nervous to publish. I've done it. I've accomplished it! I bet I'll get no reviews for it and I procrastinated writing a very important 9 minute English speech to write this instead, but oh well! I've done it! :D I've written something different, something far from what I usually write. Another pairing, another type of romance.

I appreciate opinions…although I'm feeling they'll all be bad *sigh*.

Note: I have adjusted ages for this…

Fire away!

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A lone, slumped figure hid amongst the broken glass and scattered papers that littered the mounds of rotting earth that was called the Townsville Dump. Mounds of trash decorated the piles of dirt that was enclosed around a fierce chain linked fence, keeping in the forgotten memories and broken treasures people had so carelessly thrown in the garbage. A lone figure walked amongst the debris, his well trained sneakers avoiding the large grimy puddles that littered the muck covered ground. Stepping into them, he knew, could lead to an embarrassing entrapment.

He wound his way through the dump, kicking at loose litter as he went and casually looking up into the dark stretch of night sky that hung ominously above him. He sighed serenely. He was alone… composed, calm, relaxed…

Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched.

He snarled bitterly, reaching up and sliding his sunglasses from the bridge of his nose to his hair. It never used to be this way; he used to be able to hang around this place not feeling anything, only peace and tranquility. It was a place to think, to relax and to skulk after battle, talking of future plans. This used to be his domain, his hideout…

Not anymore… A nagging voice in the back of his skull broke into his thoughts. He shook his head, his long black hair, now almost reaching his shoulders, ruffling in the cool night breeze. He shivered, his skin prickling against the cold, and drew up the hood of his jacket. He dug his fists into the pockets of his hoodie, snarling as he did so. He looked around the dump. Nothing, still and quiet. He was alone.

His lips still frozen in a scowl, he stomped over to the nearest object and sat down stiffly, his shoulders hunched as the cold wind whipped around him, bringing up aromas and smells from the trash he had grown accustomed to long ago. His black eyes narrowed as he stared down at his mud covered sneakers. He couldn't help it…He could still feel as though somebody was watching him.

He growled. It never used to be this way, he used to feel as though he ran the town…he and his gang of miscreants. He remembered the shock and horror of civilians, the way everybody would know their name, snarl or shudder in response to the acts they committed…and as they grew older it only grew worse…

But the Powerpuff Girls…

He snarled again, his already balled fists tightening within his pockets. Those freakin' Powerpuff Girls… If it weren't for them they could have ruled this stupid town, and he knew it. They had the power, what else did they need? Their mayor would do anything for a pickle…takeover would have been simple…

He looked up again at the night sky, many of the sparkling stars faded by the bright city lights that so easily took their natural glory. He sighed, his chest heaving with the emotion that seemed to be brewing within him. He kept thinking of the green puff, so challenging and fiery she once was…she had grown into something more- a young woman of energy and agility, with fiery emerald eyes and a short wave of black hair, she dazzled everyone with her looks and fighting ability. He growled again and kicked at the earth, this time harder. She had pushed him so far into the ground he was invisible to her, his gang almost wiped out by the number of times she had caught him.

She targets me… He thought dully to himself. That's why she always catches us, she always targets me…

He shook his head, thinking again of those wide, fierce green eyes that had once looked at him with such admiration and infatuation; he always had a dull thought that maybe one day they'd end up together…maybe one day…

He shook his head again, his shades falling to the ground with a splatter. He growled and picked them up, dusting them off with cold, nimble fingers. He had to stop thinking of such things, it would never happen. Buttercup had grown to despise and loathe him, only cracking a smile when her fist connected with his face. She was basking in the glory that was being a part of the Powerpuff Girls, whom everybody loved and adored. He bit his lip. He could never match that…the love of the whole town.

He caught himself. Why would he want to anyway?

-snap-

He jumped, whirling around with his eyes wide. He heard it…he knew he did…he couldn't have imagined…

He caught himself again, his eyes narrowing. He couldn't show fear… Fear wasn't his state of mind… His eyes scanned the dump carefully, watching every shadow with suspicion, his eyes narrowed. He carefully slid his hand within the pockets of his jeans and pulled out a toothpick, chewing on the end of it nervously, his teeth scraping against the wood. He swallowed, hunching his shoulders as he felt the wind whip around him.

"Stupid…" He mumbled to himself, frowning against the cool wind. "Who else would be here?"

He was met with a thick silence, only broken by the faint sound of passing traffic. He growled again with annoyance, flexing his now cramping fingers. He rotated his neck carefully, crinking and flexing his tense muscles. His black eyes again met with the sky, his thoughts lost within the shadows of the stars. How could anyone hate the dump? It was the one place nobody could find you, the one place you could be alone…

"Ace."

Ace jumped, his heart hammering in his chest and the hairs on the back of his neck erect and tingling as he held in a yelp, stumbling forward and gasping. A sly, smooth voice had cooed into his ear, grazing his skin delicately with its lips. Ace looked up, fuming, at the figure that now stood above him.

"Don't…" Ace snarled, his hands becoming fists as he rose from the mucky ground. His face burned with embarrassment and his teeth tensed firmly around the toothpick still clenched within his teeth. "Don't…DO THAT!"

The figure smirked back, its dark emerald green eyes sparkling in the darkness.

Ace avoided those eyes, the eyes that seemed so confronting and smug. Instead he snarled venomously to himself, snarling his angry thoughts under his breath as he rose to his feet, dusting off the mud that already clung to him. The figure chuckled darkly, causing Ace to glare.

"Butch…" He snarled, turning to him. "What the Hell are you doing here?"

The green ruff grinned in return, his wide pupils twinkling mischievously from beneath his black fringe. Ace eyed him hesitantly. He knew about the Ruffs, how they'd returned, how they'd grown…how they had taken the position of the Powerpuff Girl's worthiest opponent. Every week there'd be a new scheme of theirs, failed due to the quick thinking of the Puffs. Ace had other beliefs, he had a hunch the Ruffs purposely made plans that lead to failure, just so the girls would get cocky. The schemes always seemed too easy to beat…

Butch's quick scoff brought him back to reality, and Ace quickly took in his appearance. The Ruffs had grown, as had the Puffs, into strong, stubborn teenagers. Butch, however, was the one who had changed the least. Word on the streets was that he was nothing but a psycho, mess with him and the bet was that you'd never see the light of day. Ace had seen him a couple of times, but was never interested in actually communicating with the Ruffs. They seemed too much like the girls, they weren't regular villains…

Butch took a step forward, his green eyes watching Ace carefully. The sleeves of his hooded black jacket were rolled up, revealing his muscular, scarred forearms. Around his wrist was a thick black band. The hem of his baggy ripped jeans dragged across the muddy ground. Ace looked up. He was still wearing that smug smirk, his eyes flashing. There, in a split second, Ace noticed his left eye twitch.

"I should ask you the same thing…" Butch cooed back, issuing him with a sickly sweet smile. "Acey boy…what are you doing out here all alone in the middle of the night?"

Ace stepped back awkwardly, hating the closeness between the two. He couldn't help it, the Green Ruff had a way about him that made every movement intimidating, even the kindest gesture appeared threatening. Butch cracked his knuckles ominously as he paused, his smirk widening.

"Very funny." Ace snarled under his breath venomously, his eyes narrowing. "I can be here if I want…"

"Oh so feisty…" Butch simpered back. "Why so hostile, Acey babe?"

Ace growled at him, his lips curling into a fierce grimace as his teeth clenched at his toothpick. He shoved his mud-splattered shades back into his pocket as he avoided the Ruffs gaze, hating the thought of getting into a fight, nevertheless a conversation, with this guy. He turned on his heel and skulked off, biting at his toothpick fiercely.

He jumped back with alarm as Butch appeared in front of him, his deep emerald pupils inches from his own eyes. Ace noted they were the same height. He stepped back as Butch took a step forward, his eyes narrowing, but his smirk the same.

"You're not scared of me…" Butch murmured quietly, his deep green eyes playful. Another twitch of excitement. "Are ya, Acey?"

"No." Ace bit back, his hands curling into fists within his jacket pockets. He refused to drop his gaze, his black pupils glaring into Butch's with visible hate. "I just want to be alone. That too much to ask, Butch?"

"Maybe…" Butch chuckled back, his head tilting with growing interest. Ace stiffened, his anxiety quickly rippling within his stomach. He hated the feeling, of fear. He hated feeling intimidated by what he thought as a science experiment gone wrong, especially when they were supposed to be on the same side. But yet…he hated the feeling of not being in control.

"I haven't seen you in a while, Ace." Butch perked up, his teeth grazing his lips tentatively. Ace again noticed his eye twitch with excitement. "Where have you been hiding? Not here, I hope."

Ace stiffened defensively, his frown deepening. "None of your concern, Butch."

Butch ignored him, looking at the ground as he lit a cigarette, flicking his lighter ominously. His green eyes flickered to him as he inhaled.

"This wouldn't have anything to do with…" He exhaled, and Ace narrowed his eyes as a wave of tobacco smoke wafted over him. Butch smirked, rotating the cigarette in his fingers. "Our new plan…would it?"

Ace froze, his own eyes on the floor. He looked up with annoyance, his eyes narrowed with visible hatred.

"What plan?" He hissed. "You sucking up to the Powerpuff Girls is a plan?"

"That's what my brother calls it…" Butch murmured silkily, bringing his lips to the cancer stick again. He smirked. "My guess is that you do have a problem with our new found peace settlement…right?"

Ace turned away from Butch's triumphant grin and flickering green eyes, his own gaze instead travelling back to the night sky. He secretly hoped the stars would give him some sort of peace, the strength to not punch Butch directly in the face. He couldn't help but think the Ruff was simply taunting him, knowing he would have no trouble beating him in a fight if it came to it. That's not what he hated the most…

"Or…" He swallowed the lump in his throat as he felt Butch's presence next to him, and knew Butch had sauntered up behind him to coo tauntingly in his ear again. "Is it more of the fact that me and the green Puff have gotten…Close?"

Butch blew a wave of smoke into his face once again and Ace snapped, pushing back in annoyance.

"To hell with you." Ace snarled, a low growl from his chest as he stomped off, splashing through the mud and dirt furiously. He again jumped back as Butch flew to him, his quick speed allowing him to be beside him in a matter of seconds.

"Temper, temper Ace." Butch grinned widely, both eyelids twitching ominously. "I didn't come here to fight…"

"Then what did you come here for?" Ace growled back, his arms folding in front of his chest. "Don't you and your brothers have a little hideout in the mountains somewhere? Why did you have to come here? This is our territory."

"What? You and your little gang?" Butch retorted, his grin mocking. "I'm scared Acey, really. What are they gonna do? Beat me up?" He scoffed, his bottom lip protruding into an innocent pout. "I'm so afwaid…"

Ace didn't reply, his throat seemed to be too restricted from his building fury. Butch smirked in amusement, his whole body trembling now with pure energy.

"Actually, I come here to think." Butch dropped the cigarette to the ground, crushing it beneath his sneaker. "I always look up at the stars, don't you?"

Ace glared at him, his endless black eyes murderous. He could see passed that sly smirk, those playful eyes…he knew Butch was playing him, he has to be…

"Have you been…spying on me?" Ace choked out, his voice dangerous. Butch licked his lips. Another eye twitch.

"Paranoid…much?" Butch murmured, smirking. Ace continued to glare, his fists tightening threateningly. Butch watched him with amusement. "Actually, Acey, I have been following you around…Pure research, of course…not mad are ya?" Butch cackled as Ace flushed furiously, his cheeks darkening. He thought of how stupid he must look, sitting in the dump every night looking at the stars, he probably looked like an idiot. He had been thinking…his gang, the girls, the boys…his future…

"You're sick." Was all Ace could snarl, his voice shaking. He shook his head furiously and zipped up his jacket, his shoulders hunched as he stomped off, shoving Butch on the way passed. Butch looked on, grinning, cracking his knuckles in excitement. Another flick, a quick, excited spasm.

"And don't follow me!" Ace bit back, growling. As soon as he turned back, Butch's voice cooed in his ear, right beside him.

"Make me."

Ace stared back at him with hatred, his black eyes murderous. Butch blinked back at him with interest, his eyes gazing into his. He couldn't help but become lost in those eyes- the way you couldn't tell where the irises stopped and the pupils began- just pools of endless onyx. Ace's vicious growl brought Butch back to reality.

"What the fuck is up with you?" Ace hissed venomously, his eyes narrowing. "You're a real psycho, you know that?"

A split second, and Butch simply gaped at him, his lips parting and his eyes widening. Ace barely had time to register Butch's furious growl before he was shoved backwards, landing in a nearby pile of trash. He blinked, seeing stars, before he was pinned under a hard body, Butch's face coming into focus as his emerald eyes hovered over his, narrowed and steady. Ace's eyes widened as Butch's hand found the collar of his shirt, his shirt tightening around his neck as Butch growled, his face inches away from his.

"Don't call me that!" Butch spat loudly, his teeth bared. Ace gazed at him through widened eyes as Butch snarled, pulling his face even closer. "Don't ever call me that!"

"What?" Ace couldn't help but whisper. The silence was thick around them, only broken by Butch's heavy, animal-like pants. Butch's deep green eyes narrowed threateningly, daring him to say it. It was Ace's turn to smile, realizing how easy and how comforting it was to know he could stir the Ruff up as much as the Ruff could stir him. "…Psycho?"

Butch twitched again, his cheeks trembling so his eyelids flickered. Furious heat seemed to radiate from his body. He tightened his fist threateningly, shaking with pure rage.

"Don't…" he growled in a low whisper. "Call me that."

Ace looked into his face, noticing how Butch's emerald irises seemed to sparkle, not just with malice and not just with spite, but almost with hurt. Against the stars in the night sky, hanging above him, Butch almost looked…innocent. A lot like what he used to be…all those years ago. Almost.

Ace stared back, perplexed at the Ruff. His lips twitched into a sly smile as he smirked at him knowingly. The power had switched, even though he knew he was trapped against the ground, Ace still had the upper hand.

"Make me" He whispered back.

Butch stiffened, his eyes widening. His muscles clenched dangerously, his mouth curling into a dangerous snarl-

Ace snapped, slamming his enclosed fist into Butch's nose, immediately throwing the Ruff backwards into the mud, splayed out in the filthy earth. He coughed, taken aback at the sudden attack. Blood was pouring down his nose to his lips, running down his neck. He blinked, shocked at the sudden blow…and what a blow.

Ace quickly sprung to his feet, his own eyes widening at the crumpled figure beneath him. Butch glared at him with malice, his eyes burning with hate. Blood coated half of his face, down to his neck and the collar of his shirt. He licked his lips automatically, swiping the stream of blood from his face with his quick tongue.

"Wouldn't you know…" Ace found himself smirking. "I thought you kids were supposed to be indestructible…"

"Fuck you!" Butch hollered, clambering to his feet. He dusted himself off, his face burning. He couldn't believe that took him down, he couldn't believe Ace actually had the guts to hit him. And worse, he couldn't believe how stupid he looked in front of him. Butch knew he was supposed to be stronger, faster, better than him… Why did it not seem that way? He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but it was pointless. Butch was shaking so much his teeth seemed to chatter.

"Why are you following me around?" Ace snarled, his eyebrows rising. "Do you have nothing better to do?"

Butch didn't answer, instead he hastily wiped at his nose with his sleeve, sniffing. He was fuming, his body burning with embarrassment and fury. Another twitch.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Watch it, Ace." Butch snarled at him, all serenity gone. More blood trickled down his lips as he growled. "I can throw you through a freakin' skyscraper if you ain't careful-"

"I'm sure that's how you'd rather spend your time…" Ace bit back. "In Juvie for murder."

Butch snarled and sniffed, rubbing furiously at the blood on his lips. Silence engulfed the couple. After a few long moments of quiet, Ace finally spoke up with genuine interest.

"How old are you?"

Butch's eyes flickered towards him, still burning. "Sixteen" He growled. "You?"

Ace didn't answer, he only chuckled. It was amazing how comfortable he now felt around the Ruff. Admittedly, he knew nothing of him until then.

"You're only young!" Ace eventually choked out, causing Butch to snarl.

"Shutup!" he growled, his eyes widening. "Like I give a crap! What are you, like 30?"

"No" Ace eventually smirked. "I'm nineteen." Butch scowled nastily, his eyes narrowing.

"So you have nothing better to do then hang around the dump at nineteen? Nice life, asshole."

Ace winced, amazed at how that remark had so easily cut into him. He growled, pulling the gnawed toothpick out from between his teeth and snarling.

"Why don't you go back to your playpen?" Ace shot back. "Better than annoying me like the stupid little kid you are."

Butch's eyes widened and Ace noted that the remark probably stung as Butch attempted to mask the signs of hurt.

"I ain't a fucking kid!" Butch bit back, his voice struggling to remain the harsh, fierce snarl it always seemed to be. He swallowed, blinking up at him with defiance. "I'll be seventeen soon, you can't call me a kid then-"

"Actually…" Ace purred, snickering as he realised what a nerve he'd hit. "I can, kid."

Butch twitched once again, half torn between smashing the cocky face in front of him to the hard earth and bashing him within an inch of his life, or simply walking off before he did something really stupid. Brick would kill him if he knew he'd stuffed up again…

"Shove it, Ace." Butch simply snarled at him, folding his arms across his chest and giving him his fiercest snarl. "Have fun in your dump, moping and dreaming like the goddamn loser you are." He smirked at him, hoping that cut into the older boy's conscience. It gave him strange satisfaction to see Ace looking so weak and miserable…so passive.

Ace merely shrugged at him, popping another toothpick in between his lips and chewing it casually, his eyebrows rising and his black, bottomless eyes gazing at him with truthful intensity.

"I would have fun if you left me alone…" He simpered, snickering. "Don't you have some homework to do, or something?"

Butch stiffened, the anger flowing fresh and ripe through his veins at top speeds. He snarled, his lips trembling as he struggled to come up with some retort. How dare he…make him feel like a little kid…like some moronic teenager…

"You…You- Fucking-"

Ace smirked, a wide grin that seemed to light up his face. He actually caught the vibe, growing happy at taunting Butch. He waved his fingers in a sarcastic little wave as he hitched up the collar of his jacket, turning on his heel and making his way back to his hideout. He was positive he'd have a good sleep tonight.

Butch stood where he was left, still shaking with anger and, admittedly, embarrassment. How had something so great been switched so easily into something so humiliating? He growled to himself furiously, kicking the ground beneath him so hard it seemed to create a small crater beneath him. His entire body heaved with labored breaths as he struggled to remain calm, his fingernails biting into his palms. But still…he couldn't come up with a mean enough retort to snarl at Ace's retrating back.

He turned around in defeat, still furious with himself, and shot up into the night sky, leaving a trail of deep emerald green behind him.

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Yep. A rowdyruff boy. Not with a PPG girl *Gasp*

Indeed- not with a girl at all *DoublegaspzomgfaintFLAME*

But I had fun :P I'll love some opinions and under the *I'm asuming* very rare chance I actually get some nice reviews I'll even write more

G'night folks (:

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