Full Summary: After a year of training under the guidance of the team leader, Avalon, the PowerPuffs and RowdyRuffs have gotten stronger, and a lot less easy to take down. But when the enemy proves himself to be a lot more powerful than given credit for, the group will have to work harder to accomplish their goals. But can they keep up the hard work with Death lurking around every corner? They'll learn that trust is the key to everything, even if they must learn the hard way… Contains violence/gore, yaoi/yuri, language, mature subject matter. Rating may change. You've been warned.

Okay readers! If you've been following my story, Ruined, you'll know that this, and the last chapter I added to Ruined, is just the official start to the actual story. For people that are new to this story, it's helpful to read the Ruined, I must warn you this will be confusing if you don't. Well, thanks to those who review, and thanks to those who enjoy reading my story! Thank you! And to the people who do not enjoy yaoi, this may not be the best story for you, because this chapter is mostly yaoi-centric, sorry.

Now onto the story!

Chapter 1: Glow: Page 2- Boomer's Thoughts

To Boomer, Beck was the one who always knew how to cheer him up, even if he was the one who brought him down in the first place. But it was a nice feeling. It felt like his heart was inspired. It made him smile. Now that Boomer thought about, Beck always went out of his way to make him smile, even with the simplest things. Sitting in Beck's room, staring at the impossible looking cake in his hand, he couldn't hold in his smile. Of all the things to give him, Beck decided the best birthday present was a crazy yet cool looking cake that consisted of most of his favorite things. Why did Beck have to make everything so difficult?

But at the same time, Boomer felt as though being close to Beck was wrong, that he should try to avoid him. He always got him into sticky situations. It was strangely interesting, but still annoying, seeing as though he got into these situations every other day. Sometimes, he could make the easiest things difficult, and not in the funny, cute way that he usually does. Even the phrase 'pass the salt', when asked to Beck, could result in a 3rd World War, and for no particular reason, too. It could be a bit overwhelming at times. But, fortunately for Boomer, he had gotten used to it eventually.

As if he even had a choice to begin with…

But this moment- this one moment- should have been a moment when Boomer gave him a nice slap across the face like usual. But Beck's lips on his sent shockwaves through his brain, preventing him from taking action of any kind. And those shockwaves came in the form of memories.

One

Boomer stared questioningly at him, not sure where the current conversation was going. His friend, his best friend, just admitted a secret to him; a very surprising secret that changed their friendship as soon as the three words poured from his mouth.

"I like you."

Of all the girls that he'd went out with, made out with, broke up with and asked out, it all made no sense. How could his best friend like him? He wasn't…

"Dude…?" The only words he could muster out, they escaped his throat just barely. They sounded choked out and unsure.

His friend just looked at him, eyes full of hope, doubt and everything in between. Boomer truly didn't know what to do. It was as if he had been shot by a stun gun.

"I'm sorry…" His friend said as his eyes lost all traces of hope.

And then he just walked away, leaving Boomer behind-

-Leaving their friendship behind.

Two

"Hey, Boomer, guess what I just found out?" Molly announced as she frantically ran to him. He was sitting quietly, eating his lunch in the cafeteria as she approached him. He stared at her in curiosity, and a sly grin danced on his face. "What, what happened?" He smiled, and then he frowned. "Please tell me it wasn't something bad, right?" Molly bit her lower lip, making his frown bigger.

"Well… It all depends on your way of looking at it…." Oh no, this couldn't be good. Boomer sighed out of frustration. Had his brothers done something to embarrass him again? Or maybe they did something wrong and blamed him and now everyone is after him. Of course this was not the first time that they've done this to him. He was starting to wonder why he repeatedly forgave them...

Or maybe, just maybe, it was someone from the past, seeking revenge on him for breaking their heart…

Boomer mentally kicked himself, but visibly shuddered. It's been 3 months and all he could think about was his best friend-turned enemy. He wanted so badly to let go- to rid himself of the tragic memory. But that was not going to happen anytime soon.

Molly stared at him, seemingly awaiting some form of a response. "Boomer…? You there, or did the connection die out?" She spat sarcastically. Shaken out of his thoughts, Boomer glared at her for a second before realizing that she had been talking to him, and the whole time he had been mentally murdering himself. Before Molly reopened her mouth, Boomer let his mind give one last quick thought;

Was what he just did to his mental-self a form of suicide?

He gave himself a hard mental backhand across the face for that one.

"I'm sorry, what?" "I SAID, Someone you know has been fighting for you with another someone you know, but this someone isn't your friend because he tried to beat the other one to it!" Molly rushed in anticipation. "….I'm sorry, what?"

Molly gave him her famous death glare, making him throw himself back into his chair. "You remember you friend Davi?" She asked sheepishly.

Of course, how could he forget the guy that confessed his love for him?

"Ex-friend, and yes, I do." He replied. Regret was hidden well behind his words, but not well enough. Molly looked at him with guilt. "Well, he and Joseph were fighting for you, and he just said that he liked you. OMG, right?" She squealed. It wasn't surprising that she got ever-excited. Boomer, as well as everyone other person in the school, knew how she spent her free time with her enormous stash of Yaoi comics and mangas. The girl was a die-hard fangirl. Nothing could change that.

Nothing.

"Wait, what?" Boomer inquired. "Oh my gosh! Sigh, man, sigh! You always have to have the question or comment repeated before you understand. You should totally study more." Her attitude finally appeared. Boomer couldn't be any more pleased.

"Whatever, Molly, but really? Joseph said he likes me- as in, like-likes me?" He was in shock. First Davi, and now this? If this kept going on the way it was, he would end up with no friends.

"Yes! Isn't that cute!" She chirped. "NO!" He shot up from his seat, Molly stumbling back on instinct." I already lost Davi! And I don't intend to lose Joseph, too!" He yelled a little bit louder than he planned. He shouldn't have, because now all eyes were on him, including a familiar pair.

Davi heard. Joseph heard. They didn't need to hear. The last people Boomer wanted to hear were Davi and Joseph.

Molly sighed out of complete frustration. Being friends with this blonde required a mass amount of energy, time and patience; all of which she did not have.

- At least not at the moment.

But, she knew she needed to act fast and act now. "Boomer, get your fat-ass over here now." She whispered forcefully, tugging his arm. Without warning she released her inner strength…

… and dragged him straight into the girl's washroom.

"Molly! I can't be here! Are you nuts!" He shouted, gradually getting louder. Molly winced, covering her eyes. "Your voice shames my earholes. Now shut up and let me talk." She spat with no emotion. "I need to know, I need to know, I. Need. TO KNOW!" Boomer stared in true fear of this girl. This girl could be mistaken for a twig, she was so small. Boomer had powers, strong powers. He could snap her like the twig she was. But he feared her, of all the people to fear, this one girl.

He had to question himself. He had to.

"I, I don't, well… I don't know, okay!" Molly looked rather displeased. "Come on, Boomer! Do you like him or not, it's that simple!" Molly declared.

Boomer's mind went blank, he couldn't think straight, he couldn't move, he couldn't breathe.

Molly went from angry, to confused, to frightened, to shocked… to desperate.

Boomer had blacked out.

"Why did you have to pass out in the girl's washroom, Boomer! Why? This isn't gonna sit well with the school nurse…"

As the memories came back to him in a flash, he opened his eyes, only to realize that he had closed them. The first action that came to his mind, once his body reset itself and resumed responding to his brain's commands, was to let Beckcontinue. Clearly, that was a huge mistake, and his brain was being a jerk again. So, Boomer had to take matters into his own hands, and do the first logical thing that came to mind.

He shoved Beck away, face red as a tomato and tears desperately wanting to trickle down his face.

TaDa! Chapter one, page 2! Hope you enjoyed. There's still tons more to come, and you'll be glad to know (hopefully) that I'm thinking of making this a series, so this is Book Two. In order to understand, you must read Book One, or else NOTHING will make sense. Sorry!

And due to the interruption from my computer crashing earlier, the comic has to be postponed even longer. Sorry!

I hope you all enjoy this story, since I'm working real hard. Helpful critics are accepted, flames are not. Flamers can comment, but all they'll get is the satisfaction of being told where to go and what to do once they get there from yours truly :D

Read and review, please! BYE!