Title: Get it Right
Chapter 1: Unforgettable
Rating: T, for violence and bad language.
Genre: Drama, Action, Romance, Mystery, Suspense. Put them all in a pot and mix them up!
Pairings: The original ones we all love!
Disclaimer: See, if I owned the Powerpuff Girls, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. I would have a shitload of money to spend and I'd be busy doing it :)
Author's Note:
For those who are wondering, there will probably not have any epilogue for Let Love Down. I'm sorry for that, but I think the story is complete as it is. I also wanted to come up with something new and fresh! Plus, the amount of well-written fics out there is, well…close to zero (although a lot of you are great authors and you manage to write AH-mazing stories!). So I want to do something about it. I would like to thank all of you who are giving this story a chance. You are awesome and I love you :D Don't forget to review :P
Unlike my other fics, this story is set in the Powerpuff universe.
With that, I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1: Unforgettable
-Serenally-
A horrifying roar echoed violently into the totality of the city of Townsville. The ground was shaking with each step the humongous foreign creature took. The entire population of the city was such in a state of panic that nobody even noticed Bubbles' frantic arm movements. The Powerpuff girl desperately pointed at one particular spot, located across Townsville's bridge. Blossom had estimated that everybody would be safe there, and Bubbles knew that her older sister was always right when dealing with this type of situation. However, the blonde teenager couldn't seem to get people to listen to her.
"We're all doomed!" Someone in the crowd cried.
"We're going to diiiee!" Another person dramatized.
Bubbles let out an exasperated sigh. The citizens were always acting as if they were victims of an apocalypse whenever a simple monster attacked their precious city. You'd think they'd get used to it by now. She thought. She was slowly losing her patience as the monster let out another of its loud roar and threw flames at her sisters. The creature was getting closer and she had to get people to safety.
Biting her lip, she used her last resort:
"EVERYBODY STOP!" She exclaimed, using her sonic scream. The waves of ear-piercing sound she was releasing had their effect on people. They all froze, silent and looked up at her.
Now that's better. She smiled. "Please remain calm. Get across the bridge and get out of town where you will be safe. Evacuate everybody!"
After she had given the instructions, Bubbles was glad to see that they had understood her. The mass evacuation was completed quickly. Once she was sure that everybody was out of danger, she dashed rapidly towards her sisters, leaving a trail of baby blue light behind her. Being focused on attacking the monster, the seventeen year old didn't see the huge fireball it had fired at her. When she finally noticed it, it was too late for her to make a move. Panicking inside, she closed her eyes and braced herself for the shock.
But it never came.
She opened her eyes and saw the figure of her red-headed sister in front of her. Blossom had completely frozen the flame using her ice breath. The fireball crashed to the ground and broke into thousands of pieces.
"Thanks Bloss!" She said to her leader.
"Don't mention it, now head for that creature's stomach. Destabilise it while Buttercup and I finish it by attacking its head."
Bubbles nodded and did what she was told. Making a fist with her right hand, she headed towards the monster's abdomen, aiming for his belly. Her hand glowed in blue energy as she made contact with the creature, completely disrupting its balance. It wavered and she made its whole body shake. With that, Blossom nodded at Buttercup.
"Now!" She ordered.
Her brunette sister took the signal and both of them dashed towards the monster's head. They crashed into it, at neck level, tearing the head apart and making it fall on the ground with a massive Boom! The rest of the body slowly followed, creating a hole in Townsville's streets.
The three sisters gathered together and landed on top of the monster's body, triumphant.
"3, 2, 1," Buttercup counted, and the crowd exploded into wild cheers. "Voila."
It was a matter of minutes before the reporters and the paparazzi came. Lights of the cameras flashed everywhere as the Girls' jaws hurt from all the smiling. One reporter came to Blossom, wanting the scoop from the leader of the triplets.
"Blossom, how was this fight? Did the monster cause you girls any trouble?" She asked, pointing her microphone at the teenage girl.
"Oh it was nothing, really!" She replied. "The monster caused us a little trouble, but we still got the job done. As always, the Powerpuff Girls are dedicated to keeping Townsville safe and sound."
At her right, Bubbles giggled in approval while at her left, Buttercup flashed a winning grin at the camera. After answering to a few more questions, they took a final picture, standing on top of the monster's head: Blossom with her hand on her hip, Bubbles smiling with all of her teeth showing and Buttercup crossing her arms on her chest.
The red-head glanced at her watch, her eyes widening.
"Oh my! I almost forgot!" She turned to her sisters. "Girls, we have to go pick up the Professor at the airport!"
Buttercup and Bubbles nodded at her and they rapidly flew towards Townsville's airport.
Bubbles looked at the immense panel located in front of her, searching for the word Arrived in front of her father's flight. Instead, the word Landing was written in bright red. She curled her lips in slight disappointment for she had missed the Professor. During all summer, he had been often summoned to various scientific conferences all over the world. Bubbles knew he had to go (being important business on an international scale and all), but her father was rarely home, and that saddened her.
Her baby blue eyes scanned the other various flights that were shown on the panel. Many flights had arrived: Los Angeles, Toronto, Paris and even New York! But nothing from Tokyo yet.
"Did the Professor land yet?" Buttercup asked her.
She shook her head. "Nope, still landing."
"Good, then we have time to eat." Buttercup said, and then turned to Blossom. "Fearless leader?"
"That's me." She answered, half-listening, half looking at the several screens of the airport, analyzing them all.
"How about we grab a bite, huh?" The brunette asked. "That fight made me hungry as hell."
Blossom thought about it. If the Professor's plane was still landing, they still had about more than 30 minutes before he crossed the arrival gate. Which meant they had time to eat quickly. Plus, she thought, I am kind of starving too.
"I vote yes."
Buttercup pumped her fists in the air ("Yes!") and grabbed both her sisters to drag them to the food court. Blossom checked her watch one more time.
"Make it quick, girls. We have to be done before the Professor gets out at the arrival gate." The leader said.
"Yeah sure." Buttercup dismissed. Blossom rolled her eyes at that.
Bubbles, not paying much attention to the huge difference between her sisters' attitudes, let her eyes wander all over the place. She noticed how the Powerpuff Girls seemed to be dominating every single screen in the airport due to their recent battle, and, as they were walking, people waved and congratulated them. Bubbles waved back with a beaming smile.
Suddenly, something caught her eye.
It was a flash of red on one of the screens. Dark red. She snapped her eyes back on the screen but the red was already gone. Instead, the face of Townville's news presenter was back.
She had the feeling something bad was going to happen soon. Bubble's instincts were never wrong.
Swallowing, she decided to keep her guard up as she paid up for her vegetarian Pad Thai. She joined her sisters at a table (surrounded by several fans) and started to dig in. Buttercup took her time to sigh numerous autograph with no modesty at all, feeling victorious.
"Here you go." She said, giving the pen back to the fan. "From your favorite superhero."
Bubbles chuckled at that while Blossom began to lecture her on how she should have a little more humility.
"Buttercup. Please. Being a hero may come with a lot of honor, but it isn't a reason to boast your skills. This is especially important in front of our fans, we have the responsibility of keeping our reputation."
Her brunette sister wasn't at all affected by the small speech as she bit into her hamburger.
"Blossom, I'm the most modest of all." She said, ironically.
Bubbles giggled and turned to her older sister. "Oh Blossom, she'll learn eventual-"
A crowd of reporters and journalists erupted in the airport, pushing away everybody that stood in their way. The noises made by all the screaming and the clicking of the camera were so overwhelming that it nearly made Blossom snap.
The girls nodded at each other and flew towards the crowd that was getting bigger and bigger.
In the middle of the crowd stood three boys. They had just gotten out from the arrival gate.
Bubbles' world completely froze around her and she felt herself completely lose control of her organs. With eyes wide open, she uttered his name weakly:
"B-Boomer…?"
Blossom looked completely frantic, as if she was about to lose control of her usual cool demeanor. For a moment, she was about to faint. Her world swirled around her and it slowly became darker and darker. But then, she stopped herself from losing it, thinking about how the citizens of Townsville would need her. Duty and responsibility always came first.
Buttercup wasn't at their sides anymore.
Butch saw a flash of green, and before he knew it, he was pinned at the wall, Buttercup grabbing him by the collar. Her eyes were glowing red from what was a mix of rage and aggressiveness. His luggage flew everywhere around them, making the reporters back away and start to take thousands of pictures.
"What the fuck are you doing here." She said, extremely darkly. Her voice resonated in the airport. Her fists were clenched, ready to fight.
"Chillax, babe." Butch smirked at her. "We're just staying for a while."
"Buttercup!" Blossom said sharply from behind her.
The leader of the girls landed behind the Greens and separated them physically. Although she looked completely in control of the situation, her sisters knew exactly how the red-head was feeling about this "surprise visit".
"Calm down." Blossom said. "Let's not start a fight now."
Near them, Boomer raised his eyebrow at the situation while Brick glared furiously at what was happening.
He walked up to them. Meanwhile, Bubbles landed too and was joining her sisters on the scene.
"Hey Powderpuffs," Brick said in very serious and frustrated tone. "I'm sure you're all impatient to piss us off and make our lives difficult. However, I am feeling very impatient and very very violent today. So if you would be so kind to let us leave without any obstacles in our way, my brothers and I will not defeat you for once."
Blossom was beyond furious. "Excuse me?"
Cameras flashed more than ever.
Bubbles' eyes widened at the sight. If the Reds started to fight, there was no telling how bad things would get. The leaders of the two groups had always put up the most horrifying and emotionally traumatic fights to the eyes of the public.
Without wasting any time, she dashed to the two red-heads and put herself between them.
"Okaayyy," she said. "I think we should settle this another day guys. Let's just, you know…go home."
Brick's eyes didn't leave Blossom's. Both were engaged in the most intense glare contest they had had for a while.
"Listen to the blondie, pinky." He said, darkly. "She's being smarter than you."
Blossom nearly lost it right then.
But she didn't. She would not. Instead, she gave him the darkest look she had. "Expect to see us again."
She nodded at her sisters and they took off, followed by what felt like a thousand reporters.
Bubbles texted the Professor to tell him it'd be better for him to take a taxi than to wait for them to pick him up.
That night, at dinner, the girls announced the Rowdyruff Boys' return to Townville to their father. Professor Utonium nearly got a heart attack, but the girls had assured him that nothing would happen to them.
He was still a little fidgety though.
Later on, Buttercup went to her martial arts class. Bubbles pitied the people she'd have to fight with today. Her sister had kept this furious look ever since they'd left the airport. It was clear that she was holding back her anger inside.
Blossom was frantically browsing the Internet, trying to find any sort of news about the Rowdyruff Boys and what their plans were in Townville. She didn't move from the computer for about two hours now.
Bubbles just stayed in her bed, hugging Octi, and wondering what he would do to her again.
Bring it on.
"You know Professor, we can just fly to school." Buttercup said.
The 45 year old man sighed heavily, his heart beginning to sink a little. He bit his lip to help him focus on the road. He glanced at the girls with his mirror. Blossom was avidly absorbed in one of her favorite books lately ('Advanced Biology and Genetics'), Bubbles was engrossed into her music, blasting from her IPod while Buttercup stared at him, waiting for an answer.
"I am aware of that Buttercup. It's just that…"He paused for a second. "Well…You girls are growing up so fast, and I'm missing out on most of it because of my job. I want to spend more time with my precious little daughters."
Buttercup half-smiled at him. "That's cool of you professor, but I wanted to get to school as quickly as possible this morning."
The professor knit brows. "Why so? And especially on a Monday morning."
Before she even had time to answer, Blossom did, not even bothering to look up from her book. "Last minute homework. Most likely algebra, she has that first period."
It was Buttercup's turn to frown. "Thank you, Blossom. For your information, I didn't have time to do my homework because of the monster attack yesterday and because of those stupid boys." She said sarcastically.
"You're very welcome. May I add that you should seriously start taking your school work more seriously? Some organization and effort would do you good." The red-head's nose was still in her book.
Buttercup scoffed. "Please spare me of your amazing advice, miss goodie-two-shoes."
This caused Blossom to lift her eyes away from Advanced Biology and Genetics "That goodie-two-shoes you're talking about is an honorific student and a child prodigy."
Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Want an award for that?"
"Girls please!" The Professor started, and then stopped since they had arrived at Townsville High.
Buttercup quickly got out of the car, frustrated due to her mini-fight with her sister. She violently flunked her backpack over her shoulder and walked away from her family.
Blossom gave a quick kiss on her father's cheek.
"Good day Professor, I love you." She said, before dashing off inside the school.
Bubbles took off her earplugs and gave a long, loving kiss on the man's cheek as well as a small hug.
"By the way, just between you and me, I love you way more." She said.
And the Professor watched, while a smile as his daughters started their day before driving away.
The sounds Blossom's red heels made when she walked in the hallway weren't the only thing that grabbed the attention of her fellow students. When she had walked into the school, her fiery red hair flipping from left to right, seductively matching her hip movement (although she didn't intend this to be particularly attractive) and a soft smile drawn on her full, rosy lips were enough for people to notice her presence. The young lady radiated some sort of vibes that seemed to act like pheromones on everybody, making them swiftly place their eyes on her as she opened her locker.
And then came the moment every single male in the hallway was dying for. Blossom slowly took off her jacket, exposing the area around her neck and a bit of shoulder action. The sight of her bare skin resulted in a collective sigh from all the teenage boys, who had their eyes shimmering in pure lust.
However, Blossom was utterly unaware of that. Not even noticing the desiring (guys, and some girls) and jealous looks that were heavily settled on her, she grabbed her books and made her way to the library.
She had some important research to do. Usually, she would've done it after school, but today was Monday, and she had Drama Club.
"Blossom!" She heard Bubbles call her. "I need help."
Her sister's facial expression didn't change a bit as the blonde handed over a problem.
"Algebra, geometry, chemistry or physics?" She asked, as if she'd done it all her life.
Bubbles bit her lip. "Chemistry. Remind me again why I'm in AP chemistry?"
Blossom ignored her question and immediately started to examine Bubbles' homework. After approximately four seconds, she handed it back to her sister.
"Covalent bonds are between two non-metals. Sodium is not a non-metal."
Bubbles blinked as she re-examined her homework. Everything made sense. The blonde cheerfully smiled and attacked her older sister with a suffocating hug.
"Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She exclaimed. "I love that big brain of yours."
Blossom pretended not to be extremely flattered by her sister's last sentence. Even though she was always praised for her intelligent nature by people, she never got tired of it. It made her feel useful and loved, and thus, made her feel as if her efforts to be a superhero paid off.
"You're welcome." She replied. "Now, if you will excuse me, I'm off to the libra-"
"Bubbles!" Somebody barged in.
At the sight of the boy, Bubbles' face lightened and her eyes filled themselves with glee. She closed the distance between him and her, sharing a passionate embrace. Blossom suddenly felt awkward in front of her sister's public display of affection.
"I've missed you so much!" Bubbles said.
"I've missed you more, babe." Her boyfriend, Julian, replied.
Blossom rolled her eyes. "You've only been away from each other for the weekend."
"Yes, but I still wanted to do this, badly." Julian said.
And with that, he lowered his mouth onto hers, kissing her in the middle of the hallway. Blossom grimaced. She couldn't believe how cliché her sister's couple was. Granted, Bubbles was a popular girl and the proud captain of the cheerleading squad. She was also seen as one of the prettiest girls in school. But did she really have to date another jock and reinforce the annoying high school stereotype? Julian, being the captain of the football team, was also popular and wanted among the female population. But there are so many smart, intelligent guys out there that are even better. She thought. Oh well, she was free to do whatever she wanted.
"You guys are going to get detention for PDA." Blossom said.
They pulled away. "So what?" They said in unison.
Blossom wanted to barf. Their total lack of respect for the rules exasperated her. Such behaviour shouldn't be blamed on the mere chemical reactions in the brain referred to as "love". Everything was hormonal, nothing more. There is no such thing as romantic love. She told herself every time she saw two lovebirds together.
She was about to simply walk out on them and do her own thing (she was wasting valuable time that could be used filling her mind with interesting subjects), when she heard it..
Behind her, Bubbles gasped in shock. That's how she knew she wasn't having a nightmare.
The two Powerpuffs turned around to see them. The three individuals had just passed the entrance. As they stepped into the hallway, all the noise died. Students, who were lively and enthusiastic prior to their arrival, had stopped conversing abruptly and had their body frozen with fear and recognition. Nobody had forgotten. Nobody could.
Everybody moved over to make way for them, half because of the fear and half because of the hate. Butch loved that. He grinned in satisfaction at how terrified those bunch of teenagers looked.
Meanwhile, Buttercup emerged from the library, a very recently completed algebra homework in hands. Her smile quickly turned into a shocked look as her eyes landed on the Rowdyruff Boys.
And so, she was the first to break the silence.
"Are you fucking kidding me." She said, extremely darkly. Her voice resonated in the otherwise silenced hallway. Her fists were clenched, ready to fight.
Boomer raised his eyebrow at this. Brick glared back at her while Butch grinned. And then he laughed, crazily, making the whole student body shudder in absolute fear.
She walked up to her counterpart.
Meanwhile, Blossom and Brick gave each other icy looks. Warning looks.
"You didn't answer me yesterday, but you're going to answer me now." She said in a menacing tone. Her eyes were narrowed at him. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Going to school, what do you think?" The green Ruff answered, too nonchalantly.
"Shut the fuck up." She said.
Butch laughed again, adding insult to injury. "We're just here to learn. Don't worry."
"And you better be." A female voice barged in. "Because we will have the Powerpuff Girls take care of you in case of bad behavior.
Buttercup's eyes tore away from Butch and placed themselves on her principal, Miss Keane. The rest of the Powerpuffs and the Rowdyruffs joined them. Bad behavior? Blossom thought, unbelievingly. Those boys are criminals!
Miss Keane cleared her throat. "All of you, in my office. Now."
There seemed to be a glaring contest between Brick and Blossom. Again. The fact that they were sitting on opposite sides of the table didn't help them stop. As for Buttercup, she was having a hard time stopping herself from beating the hell out of her counterpart, who was still grinning at her in defiance. Meanwhile, Bubbles tried to ignore Boomer's friendly wave and smile. He's a bad guy. She thought.
"Now, I know you kids have…" Miss Keane cleared her throat. "Um, history together. However-"
"Madam, I demand that you do not remind me of that. Please." Brick said.
The woman narrowed her eyes at him, working her authority. "However, I strongly believe that you are all mature enough to stay civilized with each other. Please take note, boys that any violation of any of the rules of this school will result in severe and negative consequences."
Butch grimaced. Brick's eye twitched. Boomer rolled his eyes. The girls stayed silent as Miss Keane handed over the Boys' schedules to them.
"Also, by preventative measure, and until you can earn this school's trust, I'm afraid we're going to have to keep you boys under the girls' surveillance."
Brick's eyes widened in horror. He was being babysat? He had never wanted to go back home as much.
But this is your home now. He thought angrily.
"That is all. Boys, you are dismissed."
As the boys walked out (stormed out, in Brick's case), the girls stared at Miss Keane, their eyes wide open in pure shock.
"This is unacceptable!" Blossom blurted. "Those guys are juvenile delinquents, outlaws, thugs…criminals! Having them roaming around Townsville High isn't only dangerous, but completely insane."
Bubbles nodded frantically. "Yeah! Who knows if we can trust them?"
Miss Keane raised her hand to calm her students down. "Girls, please."
All three sisters froze and took a deep breath.
"Better." The principal continued. "We have received from somebody claiming to be their tutor. That person guaranteed us that the boys will cause no trouble. We also received a few bottles of Antidote X from him (or her), just in case. Although I do agree with you, Bubbles: It would be unwise to trust them. But in this case, we'll just have to be cautious and give them a chance. I believe that each child should have access to education."
Blossom bit her lip. She didn't like this at all. The last time the Girls 'gave them a chance', they completely abused it.
The thought of it caused a pang of hurt in Blossom's heart. But she shrugged it off rapidly, knowing that her personal feelings could most definitely not get in the way of her duty. She had to keep a close eye on the Boys, whether she liked it or not.
Buttercup wasn't the best student ever. She wasn't the worst though, she got acceptable grades in most her classes (except gym, which she totally rocked.) However, algebra was something she just couldn't understand. There was always something she couldn't figure out about those numbers and letters (how could they even match?), and that was usually what caused her difficulties.
However, her complete lack of focus wasn't due to this, during first period. The red baseball cap in front of her was what really distracted her. Or rather, the person that wore it. If we can call him a person. Buttercup thought bitterly.
The brunette desperately tried to take notes in class, knowing that she would probably fail the next exam if she didn't. But each time she was about to write one of Mister Brown's third degree problems in her notebook, she couldn't help but lift her eyes up to check up on Brick. She gritted her teeth and curled her fists. It was pure torture to have one of her arch-nemesis sitting right in front of her and not being able to kick his ass.
Out of curiosity and of duty, her lime green eyes darted to the Ruff's notebook, intrigued about what he was doing. She nearly gasped out of surprised as she noticed that he had nothing written in it. She blinked several times…nope, still nothing.
What the flying fuck?!
The teacher must've noticed the same thing as Buttercup. Mister Brown frowned and called on Brick.
"Mister Jojo," He said. "I can see that your efforts in listening and taking notes are truly exceptional."
Brick narrowed his eyes at the sarcasm. How dare that adult criticize him? He was more intelligent than every single kid in his classroom! That was why he was bored out of his mind and didn't bother listening. He could ace this class with his eyes closed and hands tied together.
But he decided to play along.
"Thank you, Mister Brown. I'm positive you would wish to see exactly how much effort I'm putting into your class." He said, politely yet defiantly.
Half of the students gasped at his boldness while the others shuddered in fear at his guts. Even the teacher was surprised at the quality of Brick's vocabulary. Being a former criminal, Brown had expected some uneducated kind of language coming out of the boy's mouth. Instead, Brick spoke quite well, with a touch of classiness.
He raised his eye brow in surprise. "Go ahead then, solve the equation on the board."
Brick took a look at the board, and then snorted. While this would've been considered as challenging for the average student, he nearly laughed.
With pure confidence in his walk, he made his way to the board, grabbing the chalk out of Mister Brown's fingers. The red-head began to write the numbers, rapidly, as if this was a simple mechanical procedure. Ignoring the look of awe coming from every single student in the classroom, he finished the problem after approximately 20 seconds (23, Buttercup actually counted) and gave the solution. With that, he regained his seat, his piercing red orbs still defying the teacher.
Mister Brown gulped in both fear and amazement, still startled by the bad boy's abilities. He made a mental note to never underestimate the boy. Ever.
"Spectacular work." He simply said, his throat tight.
"I am aware of that." Brick responded, still flowing with confidence.
As he sat down in front of her, Buttercup's jaw dropped, her face turning red in a mix of anger and surprise.
Since when was he so smart? Even back before the attack, he couldn't match Blossom's intellect! Sure, he was the smartest of the Ruffs, but how in the world did he develop such abilities?
Buttercup bit her lower lip. He was intelligent…And dangerous. She didn't like that.
Blossom is going to hate it even more.
AP Biology was Blossom's favorite class. Claiming that she loved Biology would be the biggest understatement of the universe. She adored it. Although she loved all types of sciences, Biology was really was made her passionate. She loved knowing everything about life and its creatures.
So it was understandable that having Butch in her favorite class would throw her into an absolute fury.
Blossom was more than pissed off. She made a great deal of effort to keep such anger under control and hide it from her fellow classmates. However, the Green Ruff wasn't helping as he tapped on her shoulder for the 4th time of the period.
She turned around impatiently, her pink eyes glaring at him, waiting for a condescending remark. However, Butch just smirked suggestively and passed a note to her. Blossom rolled her eyes in complete annoyance and read what was written.
Can I lick you? I'll make sure you'll like it ;)
Blossom gasped out of indignation, feeling nauseous. She couldn't believe how vulgar and offensive he was. She quickly wrote back a response, her classy and clean handwriting standing out next to his messy one.
Unless you don't want to keep your male genitalia, then absolutely not. Now stop bothering me or I'll make sure the teacher sends you in detention.
She passed it back to him and heard him snort as he wrote a reply. He tapped on her shoulder again.
I was born in jail. Do you really think I'm scared of detention?
She raised her eyebrow and continued their paper conversation. He had a point.
You should be scared of what I could do to you.
He continued.
Babe, you can do whatever you want to me ;)
And that was when Blossom decided to stop having any form of communication with him for the rest of the period.
"Dude, that…thing they're serving? I don't think it's food." Butch said.
Watching some brown material being thrown into the plate of a student, Brick twisted his face in disgust.
"For once Butch, I agree with you." He said. "Fuck this shit. I'm not eating lunch."
As he was putting his lunch money back in his pocket, he noticed how several heads turned towards a certain location. Pursuing his investigation further, he noticed that all of their eyes pointed to one girl in particular. Brick's eyes narrowed in annoyance as he noticed how much attention Blossom was getting as she walked into the cafeteria…and how she didn't seem to notice that.
Perhaps 'attention' wasn't the ideal word. Students, boys and girls, were looking at her as if they worshiped her, or hated her. In majority, the first. Brick groaned in frustration. He had to admit that Blossom was very attractive compared to the average teenage girl, from a purely objective point of view. She always was pretty attractive. Brick thought. Even before we left Townsville.
"Oh my fucking lord." Butch said, watching the red-headed girl with eyes filled with pure lust. "That girl could set the whole universe on fire with how hot she it."
But it didn't matter to Brick. She was a total bitch. And the Ruff tore his eyes away from her; he was not going to give her the satisfaction of looking at her like everybody does. No, he was above the crowd. And above her.
"Brick, she just looked at us…Oh god her eyes!" Butch nudged his brother, still in complete lust.
This grabbed Brick's attention, he quickly made eye contact with his female counterpart, making sure his look was filled with anger and hate. Blossom didn't seem scared though. She returned his look with the same intensity, and then she gracefully walked towards them, making Butch spaz with joy ("Oh yes, babe. Come to me.")
"I noticed you guys are in AP classes."
Brick glared at her statement. He knew exactly what she meant by that. That shrew.
"You look surprised." He said. "Although it is quite obvious that we are more that capable of attending and passing those."
Blossom raised an eyebrow. "Questionable." She turned to Butch. "Especially for you."
Butch was too busy scanning certain parts of her body to actually respond. She pointed at him with her thumb to Brick in order to prove her point. Brick's inner temperature rose in sync with his anger.
He hissed. "The only person allowed to insult my brother is me. Get it, bitch?"
Blossom gasped loudly at the nickname, and then glared at him. "What did you just call me?"
He got closer to her. She got closer to him, both radiating intimidation waves with their body language.
"Getting deaf, Blossom?" Brick said darkly.
"Those are symptoms of my allergies…to non-intellectual living beings." She replied, just as darkly. "I guess I spent too much time in your presence, Brick."
At this point, the whole cafeteria was silent, frozen in a mix of absolute fear and pure curiosity. Blossom was sure they would be the main topic of gossiping soon enough, but she didn't really care at the moment. Her pink eyes were glued intensely into Brick's red ones, burning with fury.
Brick fought back the urge to punch her, knowing this stupid school would make him waste his time on detention.
"I would hurt you, and make you regret you were ever born. However, you are not worth wasting my energy on." He said, too calmly.
The Rowdyruff began to walk away from her, not even turning around to give her a last condescending look.
"Where in the world are you going?" Blossom asked, half-worried, half insulted that he was just ditching her like that.
"The library. I have better things to do than to deal with you."
Blossom considered following him in order to see what he was up to. He was a criminal after all. For all she knew, he could be planning something evil. Nevertheless, she decided against it. She was not in the mood to deal with him and they would probably pick up another fight in the middle of the library. It would disturb innocent students that were only trying to study.
Her fights with Brick always were intense anyway. It wouldn't be wise to start one any soon. She had almost lost it at the airport and if Bubbles hadn't been there, the consequences would've been…
She tried not to think about it.
Having difficulties with letting her anger fade away, Blossom hurried up and walked towards her usual table. People in the cafeteria resumed with their banter as Robin, a known friend of the Powerpuff Girls, stopped her.
"Hey Blossom! Drama club meeting is reported to tomorrow."
The Puff forced a smile, not wanting to let it show that Brick's words had some kind of effect on her.
"Thanks Robin!"
Gently placing her cheerleadingoutfit in her locker, Bubbles closed its door only to find her 8 months boyfriend standing next to her, a football in his left hand. Squealing, she jumped into him arms and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.
"How was cheer practice, babe?" He asked.
"The usual, you kno-" She started, and then stopped in mid-sentence as a familiar silhouette caught her eyes.
Boomer's dark blue orbs contemplated the poster glued on the wall, a sharp look invading them. The blue Puff couldn't help but notice that he seemed to somehow…plan something. From Bubbles' x-ray vision, his pupils seemed to dilate with interest. Bubbles' heart sank in deep horror as she realized what the poster was.
Townsville High Dance Crew. Now Recruiting!
NO! She wanted to scream. He couldn't! He wouldn't.
Julian curiously followed Bubbles' look to figure out what bugged his girlfriend so much. At the sight of Boomer, his eye widened in fear, but then narrowed in anger.
"Is he annoying you?" He asked Bubbles.
When the teenage girl didn't respond, he carefully aimed at Boomer before he threw his football, heading right for a headshot. Seeing this, Bubbles immediately snapped out of it and gasped. She dashed at supernatural speed to stop the football from hitting her male counterpart.
But she didn't have to. At the very moment when Julian's football was about to bump into the Ruff's head, Boomer caught it so quickly that she didn't even have time to catch sight of the movement. And before she knew it, she was standing next to the blond boy with his arm stretched out so it touched her shoulder, his hand holding the football. It took a second for them to realize how close they were, and they both thought same thought.
Way too close.
But for some reason, neither of them dared to move away from each other. He kept his arm at the same place, precisely located over her left shoulder. Wanting her to move, he tried to scare her away, offering her a fierce and dark look that would pierce into her irises. But she didn't look at him, she didn't want to attempt it, she knew it would hurt her. Her eyes were faced down, not wanting to meet his sapphire ones. She was not going to show weakness to him.
A few seconds passed, though it seemed to be hours.
It was only when Julian came to their side, with his jaw dropped open, that the super powered teens moved away from each other.
"Duuuude." The footballer exclaimed. "How in the world did you do that?! That was my strongest, fastest throw and you stopped it like it was a mere ping pong ball or something!"
The darkness in Boomer's eyes faded away quickly and was replaced by a warm and welcoming look. Bubbles shuddered at such a fast transition. She had not seen that look since a long time ago. And she wasn't sure if she liked it better than his dark one.
Julian continued. "You should totally join the football team. We need a new quarterback. The last one graduated last year."
Boomer smiled at him, genuinely considering his proposition. "I'll think about it, man."
Bubbles shuddered at the thought that she was going to cheer for him in the near future if he became the school's quarterback. Her usual good mood was shattered for the rest of the day.
Now that Brick had completely abandoned him and that his brain wasn't completely shut down because of Blossom's presence (she had also abandoned him, much to his dismay), Butch had no idea where to sit in the cafeteria. He was pissed as he realized that he was victim of the oh-so-cliché high school student's problem. However, the Ruff knew that this little issue wouldn't be problematic for him. With the effect he had on people (total, pure, deep, genuine terror), nobody would dare reject him. Except if they were suicidal.
So he roamed in the student-filled cafeteria, catching the eye of everybody he walked by. He scanned the place rapidly, his emerald eyes narrowing. Jocks? No. Emos? Nope. Super-hot-popular-fuckable chicks (unfortunately not including Blossom)? Maybe someday, but not now. Goths? Hell no.
And then he saw them.
There were a bunch of guys. One was pretty tall and slim and had short brown hair. He plays bass. Butch just knew.
Then there was this kind of short, but though and muscular. Chestnut hair. He had two sticks in his hands. That's the drummer.
And there was Buttercup. Her rare smile (though it seemed to look more like a grin than a smile) beamed as she laughed at the tall one's joke. She's definitely the lead singer. Butch's heart sank a little at the sight of her. But then came an overwhelming adrenaline rush, the kind of adrenaline rushes that he adored the most. This was a challenge. A big one. And plus, he wasn't going to let a mere girl get in his way.
With way too much confidence, he walked up to the trio.
"Mind if I join in?" He asked.
"Yes." Said Buttercup darkly. "N-No!" Her friends said at the same time.
Butch raised an eyebrow.
"Two out of three. Majority wins." He said, before sitting down next to what he guessed was the drummer.
The boys' faces were devoid of any color due to fear. Buttercup, however, had her face completely red in anger. Everybody stopped eating to stare at him.
Butch frowned at that. "Guys. I'm not going to murder you for breathing. You are allowed to not be afraid."
This seemed to relax the boys, not Buttercup.
"No, you murder just for fun." His female counterpart answered. Then, she grabbed him by the collar and gave him the meanest and scariest glare she had. "The only reason why I'm not pounding you right now is because I don't want to end up in Keane's office or in detention.
The atmosphere could be cut with a knife.
One of the boys dared to clear his throat.
"So, can we help you?" The bassist asked.
Butch smirked at that (and ignored Buttercup's death glare). Finally. "Well, I just know you guys are a band…But where's your guitarist?"
The collective look of surprise on all three of their faces almost made him crack up. Buttercup seemed to add horror to her surprised expression.
How in fuck's world does he know? She wondered.
"Man, how did you guess?" One of the boys asked.
His smirk grew wider. "I figured it out. I'm not a dumbass."
Buttercup snorted at that. Doubtful.
The non-super powered teenager seemed to tense in fear. "T-That's not what I me-"
"I know." Butch interrupted, almost rolling his eyes. Once they'd get used to him, perhaps they'd get over that fear. "I'm Butch by the way (although you probably already know me.)"
"I'm Mitch." The tall one said.
"Jackson." The other continued.
Buttercup didn't answer. Nobody dared to mention it. The Ruff shook the hands of both boys, trying not to make them faint due to terror.
"Great to meet ya." He said. "Now about that guitarist…"
"Yeah, we've been searching for one. But this school has no talented peeps when it comes to music." Mitch said.
Just as he was beginning to feel the thrill of excitement due to this amazing opportunity, Butch's Android vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out to read Brick's text.
I found M. INC's Townsville headquarters. We're going there after school.
Butch snorted and replied. No can do, leader boy. Busy with major stuff.
Putting his phone back into his pocket, he turned back to the adolescent trio.
"I have a proposition for you…"He said, the biggest grin on his face. Buttercup tensed up and felt her whole body being invaded with horror and fury. She knew what he was going to do, and she didn't like it at all. Oh if only she could beat the living hell out of him…
This was going to be a bumpy ride.
Brick glanced at the library clock. Only ten minutes left before the end of lunchtime.
He grunted as he realized that his fight with Blossom wasted a tremendous amount of his time. It unnerved him that he allowed himself to actually give her what she desired: attention. Nevertheless, he was not going to let her impair his abilities and his mission.
He opened the school's computer and quickly googled what he was searching for. After looking up a few pages, he found it.
His left eyebrow rose at the website's description of M. INC. That was a pretty good cover.
But he was going to find out more.
He took out his cellphone and quickly sent a text to his brothers.
I found M. INC's Townsville headquarters. We're going there after school.
Boomer and Butch texted him right away.
I can't bro. Something important to do after school. I'll go next time. Boomer replied.
No can do, leader boy. Busy with major stuff. Butch responded.
Brick sighed and rolled his eyes. That was fine, he was always ahead of things anyway. He would just go and introduce himself and then the Rowdyruff Boys afterwards.
Open Auditions.
Two simple words, yet it satisfied Boomer way more than it would please any other student auditioning for the elite Townsville High Dance Crew. He, of course, realized what this meant: everybody in the auditorium could see his performance. And Gossip was powerful around here.
That could be a very good thing, or a very bad thing, depending on who you are. But he knew exactly what would be the outcome, and he was completely ready for it. He even smiled as he pictured the future that he had created, that he had molded into what he wanted.
It seemed like the only thing he could control anyway since Brick was always the one making all the decisions for him.
The door to the auditorium swung open, drawing everyone's attention. Including the current dancer's attention that was moving on the stage. Bubbles' eyes were wide, the shock almost making her mess up her perfect pirouette. She landed gracefully though as the song ended, but she didn't lose sight of the boy, not for one second. She mentally panicked, knowing that he was here to audition, and she kept that spark of hope that he would be a horrible dancer ever since she'd seen him checking out that poster.
But he looked at her in the eyes, and that look said it all. No words were exchanged, but Bubbles knew exactly what he was saying to her. Watch me crush you. He narrowed his eyes even more. I will do it.
A wave of fear travelled across the Powerpuff Girl's body, but she wasn't afraid of him. She was more afraid of what he could do to her, to her whole dance crew. However, she narrowed her eyes back at him. If it was for something she loved, she was going to fight fearlessly for it. She fiercely sent him look saying Bring it on.
Adrenaline pumped through her veins as he walked up on stage. He was wearing a leather jacket and some classy looking black pants as well as polished matching shoes. Bubbles raised her eyebrow as she noticed that his jacket was closed, obviously hiding something underneath…
Then it happened. Now in the middle of the stage, Boomer unzipped his jacket and threw it in a corner.
And Bubbles realized that Boomer was hiding absolutely nothing underneath his black leather jacket. Nothing, not even a shirt.
The boy's lip curved slightly into a small grin as the whole audience gasped (loudly) collectively. He pulled out a fedora hat and placed it gracefully on his head, the black color of the hat contrasting alluringly with his blond hair and hiding a part of his eyes, giving him a mysterious look.
Bubbles nearly lost it as she caught sight of the blue griffin tattoo on his right arm.
He uttered his first words to her since he had come back to Townsville. "I'm here to audition for the dance crew."
At this point, the atmosphere was tense, and people in the auditorium were dying to know more. Students had yet to recover from the shock. Girls couldn't stop staring at the magnificent set of muscles right in front of them. Guys wondered if it was even possible to have as much guts.
Bubbles mentally bit her lip.
"You do realize that this is an elite group." She told him. "I don't want to be rude, but only the best can be a member. We have a national reputation to keep."
He almost scoffed at how much she was underestimating him. She was just like everybody else…She thought he was unworthy and useless…but not for long.
"Put me to the test, then." He said, surely.
She paused, startled by his confidence. He wasn't nearly as bold back then…
Bubbles took a deep breath. "Very well."
The Powerpuff grabbed her iPod, previously linked to the stereo to provide music, and shuffled through her songs. She was looking for something with an incredible beat, for a song that only the most alluring and talented could dance up to its level. She stopped as she spotted the latest Usher song. The blonde girl knew that anybody who dances to an Usher song needed class.
Before she hit play, she turned to him. "Dance battle, you against me. If you win, you're in."
Boomer almost laughed. "You're on."
Bubbles pressed play, and the whole auditorium was filled with the music. The song had an exotic sound to it that seemed to go very well with Boomer's tattoo. As soon as Usher's voice began to emerge from the speakers, Bubbles began to move her body. She swayed her hips from side to side, following the rhythm just perfectly. She put her arms up and began to jump. She moved as if her life depended on it, and felt this familiar feeling of freedom invading her body. She was happy, she was ecstatic…
She was Bubbles Utonium. And thus, she danced at a level that was nearly unreachable to anybody.
The audience went crazy as she completed a flawless 360 turn and swung her hair gracefully over her shoulders. The cheers she was receiving gave her hope. She was reminded of something she had almost forgotten: She was the best dancer in Townsville High.
But Boomer didn't seem to think that way. He has this unimpressed look on his face that simply sent knives through Bubbles' heart. He stepped into the middle of the scene and adjusted his fedora on his head before beginning to move on his own.
But it seemed as though he wasn't just dancing. If he were only dancing, then maybe Bubbles would've still had an operational brain. No. Boomer wasn't simply dancing, he was rocking the place altogether. Every single one of his steps was executed in a manner that went beyond sublime. His footwork was simply…magnificent. Bubbles couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was as if his performance was burning every single one of her neurons.
She could feel the pure astonishment from the crowd as every eye in the room was glued on him. It was agreed that the way he moved and bounced should be illegal. Everything he did was simply…captivating.
And then he did several flips in the air, everybody held their breaths. As he landed, he left them all floored and completely mesmerized.
Bubbles found it difficult to snap out of her trance, but when she did, she gave it her all. Her body seemed to move as one with the music and her freestyle routine began to rival up Boomer's. Bubbles knew she had to keep it up, she was protecting the things she loved…If he won, then he would hurt her once again.
She frowned in determination, her levels of adrenaline rising. No. She thought. Not this time.
And so, with a burst of energy she had rarely experienced in her life, she shut down every single one of her thoughts and let her body move powerfully along with the exotic beat. She concentrated her feeling of joy and freedom into her dance and radiated it with her movements. She shuffled her weight into her right leg before she executed several complete turns.
When she was starting to slow down, she started to feel connected to something. It was as if Boomer's presence was surrounding her completely. She could feel his energy flowing all over the place and it was overwhelming. At this point, her levels of adrenaline had reached a maximum and the blue Puff closed her eyes softly, letting her own energy blend with his.
Before she knew it, she was dancing with a certain power that she never knew she had. Even though her eyes were closed, Bubbles knew how the crowd was reacting to their performance, and she knew it wasn't a dance battle anymore. It had become something way more exhilarating.
They were now at the middle-end of the song and the climax of it was near. Then, as the music burst into a wild explosion, she felt her body rise from the ground as she lifted up in the air. She then landed so softly back, her eyes still closed. The feeling of pure euphoria was so hypnotic to her, she couldn't help but shiver. She felt as if her soul was complete, as if she could die right now and still die happy.
She felt as if she was in heaven.
For one last time, she was being twirled around before being stopped and her back and head slightly bended backwards.
The music then stopped, and Bubbles was slowly coming back to her senses. The breathtaking feeling of glee was gradually fading away, making place for reasoning thoughts. Her heart still beating hard and fast, the Powerpuff allowed herself to open her eyes, although she felt frightened by what she might see.
It was then that she felt the weight of Boomer's left hand on her waist, holding her. His other hand was holding hers and their bodies were practically glued together. However, she noticed that Boomer had purposely left a gap, bigger than the conventional couples dance position, between them. She was extremely relieved by that as she was horrified by what they had just done. Together.
He had turned this dance battle into a duo. And he had done it in a supernatural way.
She had failed.
Boomer released her and the crowd when completely ballistic. Bubbles had never heard so many cheers in her life. The whole audience was on fire, it was as if the exhilaration she'd felt while dancing had been transmitted to everybody else in the room. The enthusiasm and excitement present in all of their voiced startled her. Clearly, the public didn't feel as horrified as she did.
Then she realized that Boomer had dropped an absolutely bomb on everybody, and that this time, she wasn't hurt in the process. Unlike the last time.
Brick parked his beloved red Ferrari into M. INC's parking lot, making sure he parked under the 'staff' section. He knew that nobody would object once he'd introduce himself, so he was simply claiming his spot.
As he made his way into the building, the front doors slid open and he walked confidently into the building. Brick noticed other visitors who had to pass by the front desk in order to get access to the whole laboratory, and he knew he didn't need that. So, he just passed right through the entrance, ignoring the looks he received.
He was only stopped at the entrance of the main laboratory. The man was tall, well-built, and obviously the boss of the Townsville headquarters: The business suit he wore under his lab coat was an absolute giveaway.
"Excuse me, mister." He said sternly and almost in a mean way. "But you are not permitted to enter this area. It is strictly reserved for the employees."
Brick ignored that and offered his right hand to him for a handshake.
"My name is Brick Jojo." He said, and the man's eyes widened. "I am here on behalf of the Rowdyruff Boys. We have arrived from New York a few days ago."
The man's attitude towards him changed dramatically as he shook the Ruff's hand.
"It is an honor to have you here, sir." He said. "Please, step right in. I'm guessing Marco has sent you here."
Brick didn't need to be told twice. The teenager swiftly grabbed a lab coat before entering the lab.
"Yes." He answered. "Let's begin, shall we?"
Please Review! Oh and cookies for those who guess to which Usher song Bubbles and Boomer were dancing to :)