Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I got the Capitol (capital, yeah yeah) from the Hunger Games.
A/N: I don't know any other way to put this, but this is just a story that I felt like writing. Blossom x Brick based, though there WILL be all pairings. Sorry if you don't like this because it kinda sucks. I'm bad at writing this stuff. This is one of the leading results from the poll.
This is an AU (whatever that stands for). The Professor is the girls' father, and the Puffs and Ruffs don't have superpowers. BUT, Mojo Jojo is still kinda ape-like, and HIM is still red-ish. If you get what I mean. Dexter and some characters from the Powerpuff Girls Doujinshi are also included simply for the sake of having more names. Note: Dexter DOES have kind of a crush on Blossom, but he's good in this story. Mandark is NOT dead, and he and Dexter aren't exactly enemies. HOWEVER, they don't exactly get along either.
Also, I'm putting 'Boarding School' on a hiatus for now. Oh, and, can someone help me think of a better name for that story? Please?
It would be nice if you reviewed and told me your thoughts on this story. :)
FYI: this story is a tryout story- if you like it, PLEASE review, and I'll continue it; if you don't like it, don't review or anything (unless it's for suggestions. I accept those) and will delete the chapter and won't ever write this story again. Up to you to decide.
Thanks everyone. :)
It had been 12 years since the Council of Tyrants took over the nation and centered the political front of the country right here in Townsville.
Or what was left of Old Townsville.
Yes, the spiteful congregation had placed the Capitol, as they called it, right there in that city, where, 12 years ago, they overthrew the former government and ran wild, burning down the parliaments wherever they went and slaughtering almost every living thing in sight that was blocking their way. As fires raged across the scattered ruins of mostly the center of the whole political system, the citizens of Townsville, one of the only cities that hadn't been bombed or submerged in the hot, acidic flames, ran for their lives as quietly as their fear would let them, running to a distant, more rural area where the destroyers wouldn't follow them, and they had founded a new town for them to live in and start a new, peaceful life, and forget about that very incident that demolished their past life. However, either way, the new Council found them, but left them alone. They then established the new Capitol, and sent soldier patrols to every other area to clean up the mess and create a new metropolis. All that was done within a couple of days.
A week later, the newly formed newspaper, called the Council Daily, sent out fresh copies about the new government system.
Blossom stirred as the rays of the morning sun broke through the tinted glass windows of her room and flooded in, filling the walls with a bright, yellowish light. She yawned and shook her head. It was just another one of those days where the townspeople would try their hardest to forget about that event that had taken place so many years ago now, even though the incident was behind them. Just another of those boring, average days.
But it was hard to forget.
She sighed again as the memories flooded back into her, as vivid and clear as the day she had really seen it all, and swung her legs down from the bed and got up groggily, rubbing the sleep out of her dreary eyes. As much of a morning person as Blossom was, she didn't prefer getting up so early. Curse her good old waking-up-early habits. She'd had them since she was 5.
After she silently slipped into her outfit for the day, she tiptoed out of her room, making sure to close the door behind her as quietly as she could (another habit of hers, though she didn't do it that often), before edging over to one of her sisters' rooms. Bubbles' room, to be precise.
Yes, as strange as that name might have sounded to any regular, it really wasn't Blossom's blonde sister's name for nothing. Bubbles was indeed a very bubbly, cheerful girl who was always trying to make the best out of things in any situation possible, though her melodramatic attitude could often get her into very picky knots. As for her hobbies, well. Let's just put it in the simplest way possible: she loved fashion, art, and animals.
Upon arriving at her sister's room, Blossom knocked lightly. A rustle was heard from the other side of the door, and she slowly twisted the metallic, intricately carved doorknob before pushing the door open.
"Bubbles?" she whispered, poking her head around the door.
Her youngest sister slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes, yawning, before looking up at her. "Oh, good morning Blossom!" she whispered rather loudly, yet still so cheerily. "What time is it?"
"There's a digital clock on your bedside table." Blossom hated to admit it, but in all honesty, Bubbles wasn't exactly the world's smartest person.
"Oh, right! Silly me, hehe," Bubbles giggled before leaning far over to her left. "6:30? Should I get up?"
"It's up to you, but I think that'd be best," Blossom replied, smiling. "I'll see you downstairs, okay?"
"Oh okay!" With that, the door closed, and Blossom quickly and quietly ran downstairs.
...
"I can't believe that we're still living in this dump." Blossom looked up to see her other sister, Buttercup, enter the kitchen downstairs. She was rather surprised. "I never thought you would wake up so early. Is there any specific reason why?" she asked.
Buttercup was literally the opposite in personality and looks from Bubbles. Yes, the three girls had the same face shape and all the basics, but she was almost completely different otherwise. Instead of Bubbles' slightly wavy, shiny golden locks, deep, azure eyes, and caramel-like milky skin, Buttercup had pin straight ebony black hair that curled upwards slightly at the end, sparkling lime green eyes, and a slightly more tanned skin complexion.
"Um, nah. I kinda heard you and Bubbles down the hallway."
"Really? Wow. Okay then." Blossom shrugged before returning to the papers laid out on the table in front of her. "Let me see."
Bubbles leaned over from where she stood in front of the frying pan, cooking pancakes, and peeked over Blossom's shoulder to look at the papers. "The... rebellion?" she lowered her voice, so quiet that only a superhuman straining their ears could hear what she had said. Buttercup scowled. "Sis," she reminded her firmly but strangely gently, prodding Bubbles' leg with her big toe, "remember that it's called 'the plan' for now until we come up with a better name for it. Okay?"
Bubbles looked away slightly, blushing a light shade of pink. "Right, sorry Buttercup and Blossom."
"It's okay. So, what's for breakfast?" Buttercup threw the remnants of the apple she had just finished into the trash can next to her. "I don't like this place."
"What's it with you and this place, Buttercup? Pancakes."
"It's unsafe. I can just feel it." She shrugged, brushing a few strands of her almost-shoulder-length ebony locks out of her eyes. "Well, I like pancakes. Two plates for me, okay Bubs?"
"Got it. Extra plates coming up."
...
"Good morning girls!" the Professor yawned as he stepped into the deliciously scented kitchen, the smell of pancakes and classical Canadian syrup filling everyone's nostrils. All three Puffs looked up from what they were doing to see their father stroll into the kitchen, his eyes sparkling and his salt-and-pepper hair a mess. "Those pancakes smell heavenly."
"Haha, thank you Professor!" Bubbles gushed, barely turning her head, but still smiling.
"Good morning Professor," Blossom greeted, still shuffling around with her papers, stacking them up and putting them under the tissue box temporarily. The Professor sat down next to her and Buttercup.
"Buttercup, I'm surprised. How come you're up so early too?" he commented, a surprised look on his face. Buttercup made a face.
"Didn't want to, but had to. Hey Bubs, when's the stuff gonna be ready?"
"Just about... now," Bubbles giggled, finally turning around, balancing two plates in each hand. "Pancakes for all! Enjoy!" She sat down on the other side of Blossom. Everyone dug right in after saying Grace.
"Wake up, fuckhead."
A pillow came flying. The victim of the fluffy ambush groaned in his sleep, while the thrower grimaced and bent down to pick up another pillow from the bed he was standing next to. With another mighty swing, a flurry of pillows were sent flying in that same direction, smacking the sleeping figure slumped on another bed right in the head.
"WAKE UP SHITFACE!"
"Uhhh..." The person tumbled off the bed and onto the floor with a thump, cocooned in his blanket. The pillow-thrower jabbed the cocoon's gut with his foot.
"Whaaaat?" the formerly sleeping person moaned, sitting up ever so slowly and rubbing his sleepy jade-colored eyes. After his vision cleared a little, he looked up to see his older brother towering over him, clutching a pillow in one hand. "Morning, carrots," he yawned, wriggling out of the blankets and getting up. He got a thump on the back. "What time is it?"
His older brother snorted as he followed him out of the bedroom.
...
"Boomer, what's for breakfast?" Butch, the previously sleeping brother of the trio, staggered into the kitchen, followed by the oldest, and the leader, of the group, Brick.
"Pancakes." The blonde standing in front of the cooker replied quickly, not even bothering to turn around.
"Remember to make an extra two plates for me. Or four, I dunno. I'm feeling kinda hungry today."
"Mhm, yeah, got it."
Brick sat down in the nearest chair. "Hurry the hell up, Boomer. Pancakes don't take an hour to make. We're gonna be late if you don't cook faster."
"They don't cook themselves, Brick. Be patient."
"I don't see a need to be."
"Yeah, yeah, great, I'm already done here, okay? Just eat it up..."
"It's supposed to be that I tell you what to do, not vice versa, got it?"
"Whatever."
...
"Good morning, fellow chairmen!" the head of the Council, Hubert Ingrid Monroe, who was usually simply known as HIM, greeted cheerfully as Brick and his brothers stepped into the main meeting room. The clock struck 7.
"Ah, glad that everyone could make it just in time! Please, gentlemen, take a seat." He watched as the three brothers all casually took a seat next to him at the large oblong table. "Now, first thing's first. We now officially have a new member of the Council, and a rather eligible one at that. Please, let us all take a moment to welcome our newest co-chair, Ima Goodlady!" he clapped delightedly as he welcomed in the mentioned lady in. Brick narrowed his eyes, arching an eyebrow as he studied her. She had short, sandy white hair that curled inwards, framing her even whiter face. She seemed to have an innumerable amount of pale freckles dotting her high cheekbones, and had a pair of gleaming, sly emerald eyes that seemed to threat, I can get you. Not to mention those white flashy teeth and dark red lips. He inwardly groaned. While this 'good lady' seemed like she might be of good use to the Council, she was also, almost certainly, one of those flirts. You could simply tell by looking at her.
Butch nudged him. "Yo Brick," he murmured, taking a sideways glance at the new member, "I'm bored. Can't we ditch this?"
Brick would have smacked the moron he called his brother if they hadn't been in a room full of civilized Council members. "No," he hissed harshly, red eyes narrow. "I heard that they've tracked down another rebellion right in the middle of Townsville. They're gonna give us orders, and we're gonna eliminate those rebels."
"Fine, fine, fine." Butch reclined slightly in his chair, crossing his arms and running a hand through his spiky, ebony black hair.
"... And here we have our nation's three greatest, and also highest-ranking, military generals, Brick, Boomer, and Butch Jojo."
Brick hadn't even realized he had zoned out for a few seconds until he heard HIM mention his name while introducing all the Council members to Miss Goodlady, who started creepily eyeing Butch. Not even one minute and she was starting something up.
"Boys." Brick turned his head in the direction of the voice as HIM spoke up again after Ima had taken her seat on the other side of him.
"What?"
"... Never mind. I shall speak to you three privately after this meeting is over. Now, Council members, let us discuss about our newest plans for our glorious country!"
And the whole room burst into chatter, just like that.
...
The last of the Council members were just clearing out before HIM cleared his throat, directing all the attention back to him. "Ahem."
Butch snickered under his breath. "Attention hog."
"Gentlemen, I have orders for all three of you, and this has yet to prove to be, undoubtedly, one of the most challenging missions you will have been ordered to complete before. I can guarantee that, despite the fact that you are the best generals in this country."
"No shit," Boomer muttered, looking away. Brick glared at the back of the blonde's head before turning back to HIM.
"You are given two month's time to go eliminate all those pertaining to this new rebellion we have tracked down. The one we discussed today during our first-hour meeting. We will send you there to where we have found the base of this spread. However, you may not use your troops until you have found an adequate amount of information on this, and only on my orders. You will be escorted and dropped off tomorrow, and you are expected to arrive at your designated house at approximately 8 'o' clock sharp. Is this understood?" he continued, clapping his sharp-fingered, somewhat claw-like hands together and looking around expectantly.
Brick nodded, and his brothers followed his actions suit. "Understood."
"Good, boys. You will receive some instructions when you get there. Try your best to be discrete. I suspect you will do this well, seeing as you three are the most capable around here. now, off with you!" HIM got up and quickly ushered the boys out of the door.
"Bubbles, Buttercup, are you ready?" Blossom spoke lowly at her sisters, who were right behind her, not even turning around as she focused, crouched in a poised position, on their surroundings. They were at one of the larger streets in town,which was currently only a little more than empty due to the earliness of the day, each one of the triplets perfectly blended into the area that even one with any special extra eye training would not have been able to catch. Bubbles nodded slightly, also fully concentrated at the task at hand. "Yep."
Buttercup also gave a slight nod. "Ready as you are."
"Alright. Remember the plan. Now be careful. Ready, go!" Each of the girls sprang out of their hiding place and made their way across with the greatest expertise one could possibly master, doing no-hand cartwheels, flipping, and all those stunts one could possibly imagine. It wasn't a great surprise though; they had been trained before.
Blossom swung herself off the branch of a large oak tree with the grace and skill of any professional acrobat and rolled into a kneeling stance, landing perfectly on top of a small, rusty black manhole, and waited for her sisters to arrive. Then, in an instant, she twisted off the round cover with incredible speed and slipped inside the hole as her sisters neared. The other two followed suit, with Bubbles taking extra care to make sure the top was ever-so-securely fastened back on, before also zipping off in the direction the others had run in.
...
Blossom halted to a stop as she waited for Bubbles and Buttercup to catch up. "How'd it go? Any troubles?" she asked, one hand on her hip.
"Nope. Thank goodness I managed to succeed in that roof scaling trick you showed us last time, otherwise poor Jimmy Fallen's family would have had to pay for a totally damaged rooftop," Bubbles remarked, giggling slightly.
Buttercup shook her head teasingly at Bubbles, before also replying, "Ditto. I got no probs."
"Okay, that's great. Well done, both of you, but Bubbles, but that was risky. Just be careful in the future, okay? Not that I'm saying that you shouldn't try it out more," Blossom winked at them before heading down a few more steps, stopping in front of a crossroad between two dark, empty tunnels, both slightly trickling with a stream of sewer water. She crinkled her nose slightly, before regaining her posture and announcing, "We're here."
The three entered the left passageway, Blossom in the lead, with Bubbles and Buttercup right at her heel. Honestly speaking, it wasn't exactly the ideal place to be. Unless, of course, you called a dank, dark, and kind of stinky place "ideal". She stopped after a short while, and put her hand on the wall, shuffling around until she found a small light switch. "Oh, there it is," she muttered as she squinted in the dim light before kneeling down and pulling out a few loose slabs of concrete from the ground, revealing yet another, minuscule tunnel. "Come on," she beckoned, smiling at the two standing behind her curiously. "They don't exactly like to be kept waiting for that long."
"They?"
"That's right."
...
Blossom swung off a rusty bar and flipped onto the platform below. Buttercup and Bubbles copied her move, landing right next to her. "We're here!" she announced, her hands on her hips.
"Yo, Blossom, is that you?" a voice from the shadows called out. "You brought your sisters?"
"Is that...?" Bubbles started uncertainly, wavering slightly.
"Hey there. Yeah, it's me. Remember Bubbles and Buttercup?" Blossom replied.
A teenage boy with scruffy brown hair, freckles, an ever-so-slightly upturned nose, and a cast around his wrist appeared out of the blue, grinning like a complete idiot. "Hey, you two. Remember me?"
"... Mitch?" Buttercup scrunched up her nose as she squinted at him. "What the hell? Aren't you supposed to be dead?"
"Yo, Buttercup, long time no see. You too Bubbles," he nodded at the blonde, acknowledging her for a brief minute, "Buttercup, ain't that a nice way to greet an ol' friend after all these years. Humph."
Buttercup snorted. "Yeah, yeah, you moron. Why didn't you tell me you came back here, instead of hiding in this sewer dump?"
"Hey, this ain't a sewer dump. This, I proclaim, is one of the most sophisticated 'Underground Railroads' you'll find. 'Part from there aren't any slaves. Just lotsa rebels. Like me and you," Mitch announced haughtily, sticking his nose up in the air.
"A place like this?"
"Yeah. It might not seem like much, but you could just say it's.. double undercover. It's fashioned so it looks like a plain old sewer. Get it?" Mitch explained, as if Buttercup were a three-year-old. She pinched his cheek playfully, like an old grandma would.
"You suck, Mitch. Anyway, we thought you were dead! What happened?"
Mitch rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Eh, well, I thought I was dead too, but when I woke up, I was in some doo-dally hospital in Wisconsin or somethin'. They fixed me up good as new, but my wrist-" he held up his wrapped-up wrist for emphasis, "kinda, uh, got some permanently jarred nerves or something. But I'm okay."
"Aw, poor you, Mitch!" Bubbles cried sympathetically. "Hey, wait, Blossom, you said 'they'. Not 'he'. Where's everyone else?"
Before the redhead could answer, Mitch turned around and beckoned at them to follow him. "This way."
...
"... And this is the official meeting place!" Mitch clambered down the rickety ladder into a poorly-built, tumbledown wooden shack that consisted of only one room, which was, in fact, the size of the Tyrant Council's very own dining hall, but only with a much lower roof. Blossom frowned as she looked around. "Honestly, Mitch, someone could get hurt from all the splinters these floorboards might give people. What if this very roof collapses during a Rebel Conference?"
Buttercup lightly punched her sister's shoulder. "Lighten up, Leader Girl, if it was really like that, we'd be standing in a pile of firewood right now."
"Don't think that I didn't recognize that already, Buttercup," Blossom teased, smiling slightly, as they continued down yet another landing of tunnels. "Okay, Mitch, I don't remember these systems ever being so big. Where is everyone?"
Mitch turned a corner and stopped. "Right here. After you, missy."
"I never knew you had manners."
"Aw shut up, Butters."
...
"Hey, guys, I brought some visitors! You'd like them!" Mitch called before he stepped in behind the three girls.
There seated in front of them were a bunch of people they either currently recognized or had known before. In the middle of the group sat Sara Bellum, the previous Townsville's mayor's beloved secretary. On her left sat the Mayor, who was struggling to open a pickle jar. Behind the two, seated at a large grey desk, were Robin Schneider, Mike Believe, Elmer S'Glue, and a bunch of others. Bubbles' eyes boggled.
"Wow, so EVERYONE here is supposedly 'dead'?" she exclaimed, practically speechless, mouth agape. "WOW!"
"It's nice to see you too, Bubbles," Ms. Bellum greeted curtly, standing up. "I'm guessing it apparently IS that way."
"Where were you all all this time?" Bubbles demanded straightforwardly, hands on her hips, frowning, her attention mainly directed on Robin and Mike, who were both staring right back at her.
"Well, uh..." Robin shifted in her seat. "We were dead."
"Enjoying being dead," Mike added unnecessarily, receiving a light glare from Robin.
"Well, we went missing during the rebellion, of course, but we all believed that we were gone for good," Dexter explained. Mitch smirked. "Yeah, we were sure goners."
"... Thank you, Mitch. Well, then, we all somehow got shipped off to a Wisconsin hospital, where, after a few difficulties, finally managed to recognize each other, since SOMEONE," Dexter eyed Mike, pursing his lips, "somehow managed to get into a sort of 'false alarm' coma. Either way, we all made our way back together, as a gigantic group, and actually collected a lot of information about the various parts of this country. So, now we're here, and we blame the Tyrant Council for the mess they've created over these past 12 years. We've been in hiding all this time."
"So... you peeps were just, ya know, hanging out HERE?" Buttercup motioned to the messed up room and above her head, where there were more sewer tunnels, for emphasis.
"Nope," Robin piped up, causing all heads to turn her way. "Woah, you guys, don't stare at me all at once like that. Anyway, we have disguises, genius! You've seen us around, but you don't even know it! That's how we managed!"
"Rewind for just a second please." Blossom rubbed her temples. "Mitch," she started, turning to face the brunet, "is there another entrance that you didn't tell me about?"
Mitch scratched his head awkwardly. "Uh, yeah, I guess..."
Buttercup almost shook her fist right in his face. "Gah. Just as I expected."
"Well then," Mandark, who the three girls had yet to notice until now, which surprised them, popped out of the group. "We better get to work."