Introduction. Reintroduction.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Powerpuff Girls or the Rowdyruff Boys, or any of the characters in the show, they all belong to Craig McCracken.
This is my new story that will have new chapters put up every Saturday. This is the chapter that sets the stage for everything that will come next. Hope you like it. Also, most thing in italics are either a) thoughts or b) products that I have no ownership of.
On with the reading!
2 years later PPG: 7 RRB: 7
"I am clearly the more fit parent!" Mojo growled in the courtroom. Yes, it had finally happened, Him and Mojo went to court to settle the custody battle over the Rowdyruff Boys. Brick, Boomer and Butch all sat in the stands, annoyed and bored with the proceedings and hearings. They were seven now, same age as their goody-goody counterparts the Powerpuff Girls.
"No you are not! You got them destroyed the very day they were created!" Him shouted, his voice changing to a dangerous tone.
"Order in the court." The judge said, banging his mallet down. The room went silent and Brick thanked the Judge silently. As much as he hated the law – any laws actually – he was just happy that Him and Mojo finally shut up.
"Neither of you are fit to be their parents. We have witnesses." The judge said pointing to the doors as they swung open and in floated Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup. The boys rolled their eyes, and Brick pinched the bridge of his nose. It was last year that both sets of super-children finally grew normal, human appendages, such as ears, nose's, their eyes shrunk down to normal size, their head actually shaped into a head and not a pumpkin, they grew hands and feet, including all fingers, thumbs and toes. It happened overnight, and they didn't even realize it until the next morning.
"What are those little brats doing here?" Him shouted, pointing a big red claw at the girls. Buttercup glared but took a deep breath and slowly let it out.
"They are here to make the final choice. We knew this would happen and they were a last resort." The Judge explained. Him and Mojo glared at the three little girls.
"Present your case girls." The Judge said. Just as Brick was about to tune out Blossom began to speak.
"Your honor, as you can see, neither of these two imbeciles is worthy of being a parent…" Blossom started, actually making the three boys chuckle quietly. Who knew Pinky had a backbone? Brick thought humorously as Blossom continued on, with little integers from her sisters.
"So girls, who do you think should get the boys?" the Judge asked at the end of Blossom's speech.
"Mojo." Blossom said.
"What!" Him screeched. Buttercup was about to speak.
"This is an outrage! After all the time and hard work I spent with those boys, how can you do this to me! You little brats will pay!" Him shouted before being slapped across the face by Buttercup.
"Shut up you cross-dressing little freak and let me speak!" Buttercup shouted in Him's face. Him opened his mouth.
"Shut it and sit down." Buttercup ordered, pointing to the chair. Him obeyed, terrified by her sudden outburst.
"Sorry your honor, I've been trying to work on my temper. Anyway, we all know that Him is the most evil being and all that other stuff. But he's a little cross-dressing freak that has probably exposed the boys to some…disturbing things." Buttercup said squeamishly, seeing Butch's eye twitch, Boomer look away and Brick nod once.
"So honestly, why would you want to place three seven year olds in the claws of someone who's going to mess up their childhood?" Bubbles asked.
"You make a point there girls. But any other reasons?" the Judge asked.
"Mojo originally created the boys, therefore he's the rightful parent. All Him did was perform some evil voodoo of sorts and brought them back to life and enchanted them with some other magic to keep them safe from female germs until their teenagers, when it no longer matters." Blossom said. The jury nodded and was soon dismissed to deliberate. Him glared at Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup angrily. Bubbles colored in one of her coloring books, Buttercup played video games on her Nintendo Gameboy, while Blossom read a large book, her pink eyes skimming over the pages at rapid procession. The jury returned after an hour and delivered their decision.
"We the Jury place full custody of Brick, Boomer and Butch to Mojo Jojo." They said simply. In anger Him turned into a pink cloud and dissipated out of the room and Mojo smiled. Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup nodded and left but Blossom stayed just a little longer.
"Mojo, just remember, we've got our eyes on you. One slip up and you'll be in jail, and they'll be in an orphanage." Blossom said, her eyes cold before she turned and fully left. Mojo gulped before signing the documents and left with the boys.
"So what's the plan this time?" Brick asked eagerly.
"I have a plan, but first we have a stop to make." Mojo said, smiling. Brick looked up confused as they got into the vehicle. Where they stopped was what confused them the most.
"Yo, why are we at the powder puffs?" Boomer shouted.
"Shush Boomer. There is a reason." Mojo said just as the red door to the house flung open and an angry Buttercup stomped out.
"Where do you think you're going little lady?" a brunette woman shouted as the Mojo and the boys got out of the vehicle.
"Away from you!" Buttercup shouted. Bubbles and Blossom walked outside towards Buttercup.
"Excellent, go and retrieve your rebellious sister." The woman said. Blossom looked up at her, cocking a delicate eyebrow.
"Who says we're helping you Megan?" Blossom asked in a snarky tone.
"What?" Megan shouted. This shocked the boys and Mojo; the girls never disobeyed their parental figures.
"Yeah, blood is thicker than water." Bubbles said, popping her gum. Blossom walked over to Buttercup before Bubbles started to cry.
"You will do what I say you little brats!" Megan yelled, gripping Bubbles' wrist tight, her fake nails digging into her skin. Blossom flew over, grabbed Megan's wrist, bent it back just enough to make her release Bubbles, who scurried over to Buttercup. Blossom flew back to her sisters.
"Come here right now!" Megan shouted.
"Bye!" all three girls said smiling before taking to the sky, leaving behind a pink, blue and green light trail. The boy's brains had stopped working by then; they didn't know what to think. Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup were goody-two-shoes, they never disobeyed anyone, yet here they were disobeying this woman.
"Who are you?" Megan asked.
"I am Mojo Jojo, and these are my sons and the counterparts to the Powerpuff Girls." Mojo said. Megan's eyes narrowed but she let them inside.
"I'll go get my husband." Megan said walking down to the lab.
"John, it's the monkey!" Megan yelled. Mojo flinched at the sound of her piercing voice and the term 'monkey'.
"So, why are we here again?" Brick asked.
"Boys, I felt that it is time I changed for you all. It is a bit strange, and you must admit this, that I, being your parent, am a chimpanzee while you three, thought clearly superhuman, are humans and are my supposed children. So, with the power of science, I'm undergoing an evolution of sorts to become human. Then I'll tell you step two." Mojo said smiling as the professor walked up.
(A/N):I know some of you are probably going to say something like 'Mojo is too proud to give up being a chimp' or something like that. Think of it like this, it would look a little less suspicious if he changed his name and look and got married and put up a well established business with the new name and recommendations. Plus, if he were to marry, no woman in their right mind would marry an ape. Trust me, it all plays well. Also, the girls are a little - and I say that with sarcasm - OOC. Continue on.
"Megan sweetheart, where are the girls?" John asked curiously.
"Don't know they flew off somewhere. Why won't you just take away their powers so they could be normal? Then maybe they would listen more, I mean honestly, all this stress isn't good for my complexion." Megan growled. The professor sighed and then motioned for Mojo and the boys to follow him downstairs.
"Now boys, I'm going to need a DNA sample so that it will fully bind with Mojo's genetics, since he too is enhanced with chemical x." the professor said. The boys nodded and stuck out their arms, waiting for the needle. Once that was done and Mojo stripped down to nothing and the process began, which the boys were excused from. They walked up the stairs and sat on the old uncomfortable couch.
"So, Mojo is gonna finally become a human." Butch sighed bored.
"Yeah, since they're using our blood and stuff, but yeah." Brick said in the same tone.
"Wonder what he'll look like?" Boomer asked as he lay on the couch. The boys made idle conversation before the door flew open and their female counterparts flew in.
"Oh, so now you decide to show up. It's almost eleven you little brats!" Megan shouted.
"It's summer, so who cares?" Buttercup hissed.
"You're little girls for fucks sake!" Megan shouted.
"We're girls who can beat up monsters taller than the Empire State Building. We can handle some perverted freak any day of the week." Blossom said annoyed.
"I forbid it! You cannot and will not use your powers from here on out in this home." Megan yelled, stomping her foot.
"I call going to Joan's home!" Buttercup said before the girls turned around and started for the door.
"You're grounded." Megan growled.
"You're not my mom; you never will be my mom, so why should I listen to some selfish, stealing, gold digger like you?" Bubbles said coldly, making Megan drop her jaw. The boys poked their head up in shock.
"Who knew you three had a backbone." Butch chuckled. Buttercup rolled her eyes.
"Come on. Let's go before the professor comes back up from doing the conversion of Mojo from animal to human." Blossom said as they started for the door again.
"I said you're grounded!" Megan yelled.
"And since when do I listen to an imbecile like you?" Blossom quipped before they took off at light speed.
"That's it Mojo, we're almost to the top." The professor's voice echoed as the door opened.
"John, those little brats took off yet again. They didn't listen to a word I said. I said they were grounded and they…" Megan went on and on about what the girls did. The boys couldn't get the smirks off their faces. Then they saw Mojo. His eyes were blood red, like Brick's, his hair was jet black, like Butch's, and his skin was pale, like Boomer's in contrast with his two brothers. Then it clicked for Brick.
"So that's why we had to give our blood, so he would look like our father." Brick said.
"Precisely." Mojo said, his voice clearer now that the vocal chords were more human than animal. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans with tennis shoes. The chemical x he gained from the boys gave him a bit of muscle, making him look strong yet lean at the same time. What was most shocking was that his brain wasn't protruding from his head, so he no longer had to wear the dome. He looked very different as a man.
"Thank you Professor Utonium." Mojo said smiling, his teeth flat and straight.
"Not a problem. What is a problem is that my girls aren't as behaved as they used to be. With crime going down because of you turning a new leaf and Him constantly being exorcised because of churches and other religious reasons, the amount of evil isn't as bad, except for the occasional bank robbery or monster attack. I just wish I knew what to do." John sighed heavily.
"Take away their fucking powers." Megan said.
"I've already explained this Megan. The girls' powers have had too long to sit, since their now seven, and were five when they were created. They have permanently infused and began to develop to their system. I've run tests, and any sort of removal can prove fatal after one year of development. Those powers have had two. It proves fatal after just a few months, as was discovered when my old college roommate returned and took their powers, they almost died. If I were to remove them now, they would die." John said. Megan rolled her eyes. The boys looked up to Mojo who shook his head lightly. They nodded, somehow knowing that Mojo had a better plan.
"Well, thanks again. We're going to head back to my home." Mojo said as he and the boys left. They hopped into the vehicle and Mojo, being the clever being he was, had installed an autopilot to drive since he was still woozy from the operation; they drove to their home and entered it. The boys found some pajamas that Mojo could no longer wear and then sat on the giant bed as they waited for him.
"So what's the plan?" Brick asked as Mojo walked out of the bathroom, shirtless and in shorts that the professor had given him.
"Tomorrow, I change my name from Mojo Jojo to Maurice Joneson. You'll get last names, but keep your first names, since they fit you and you did choose them." Mojo said.
"Ok, then what?" Brick asked, sensing there was still more.
"Then we get new clothes while we wait for our confirmation forms, I get my ID, place all my money into a checking account, because believe it or not, I have made a profit on legal transactions, get a credit and debit card. Then we go to Italy." Mojo said.
"Why are we going there?" Butch asked as they got under the blankets next to Mojo.
"Patience my sons, all will be revealed soon." Mojo said as he turned off the light.
The next day
After making a substantial withdrawal from the bank – even though there was plenty more – Mojo and the boys then went to get all the paperwork filled out that Mojo had been advertising for and soon enough the name change was complete with a new license and ID. The boys, being his children, also gained a new last name.
"What was your name again?" Boomer asked.
"Maurice Joneson. Your last names are also Joneson because you are my children. Now come, we have to get new clothing, yes you can choose." Maurice said seeing the boys smirk. As they walked through the mall with quite a few bags, and luckily no one looked at them oddly, seeing as how there were three kids and an adult who looked like he needed new clothes, eventually they spotted a group of kids in a circle. A loud cry could be heard from the circle, causing their curiosity to rise and drawing them over to see the girls.
A teenager, about fifteen maybe, had been picking on Bubbles about her hair and eventually pulled out her pigtails and called a bunch of vial names. Bubbles, of course, was hurt by the names, half of which she didn't know, and began to cry, alerting her sisters.
"What a baby." The snotty girl snickered along with two of her friends. Blossom's gaze turned to the three older girls. There was a brutally cold look to her cherry pink eyes, something no one, not even in battle, had seen in her before.
"Look, we're seven, so you shouldn't be picking on us and calling us illogical names." Blossom said, her tone was restrained.
"Look, I don't care. I'll call you little freaks what I want, bitch." The girl hissed. Blossom rolled her eyes, unaffected by the name, and went over to her sisters. The girls reached down and grabbed Blossom by her hair. In an instant Blossom threw a kick so hard it made the girl release her and fly back a good twenty feet into a wall.
"Are you stupid or something? I'm not fully human! You have got to be new to this town or lead a very sheltered life if you don't know who I am." Blossom hissed as she hovered in the air, the group of teens and younger kids backing up. The girl looked at her, as if trying to remember before her eyes went wide.
"I knew you little freaks looked familiar. Shit!" the girl and her friends said before taking off. Buttercup looked ready to kill, her eyes sharp and squinted as if she were stalking her prey.
"May I please go and hurt them?" Buttercup whispered. This caught the boys' attention, since when did they want to hurt someone?
"No, let's just go. I'm bored anyway." Blossom said.
"Fine. Are we going home tonight?" Buttercup asked as they walked back over to Bubbles.
"No." Blossom said as they walked past the boys.
"Lexi or Joan?" Buttercup asked.
"Lexi." Blossom said before noticing the boys and stopping.
"What are you guys doing here?" Blossom asked in a remarkably sweet and curious tone.
"Not much, just getting some new clothes and all." Maurice said, seeing the clearly confused looks on the boys' faces.
"Did you change your name?" Bubbles asked as she put her hair back in a ponytail.
"Yes, Maurice Joneson." Maurice said in a proper tone.
"Hmm…that name actually fits you." Buttercup said.
"Yo!" Some guy called from afar. Buttercup looked over her shoulder and rolled her eyes.
"We should go, before I get annoyed." Buttercup growled.
"Who the heck are you?" All three boys finally exploded, startling the girls.
"What's your problem?" Buttercup asked.
"Ever since we met up with guys again at the court, you've been different. You're not such goody-goodies anymore. What the heck happened?" Brick asked, his blood red eyes connecting with Blossoms cherry pink eyes.
"Things changed when my dad got married to someone who is almost ten years younger than him. She, for some reason, hates us because we're not normal." Blossom said, her nose scrunching up.
"Suddenly, everything becomes about her and her needs, and we get thrown aside like trash." Buttercup growled.
"The professor doesn't seem to care or notice us anymore, and at first we tried to gain attention and stay good, but it got so annoying to deal with her treating us like servants that we got fed up with it and just stopped listening." Bubbles said shyly.
"Sure, we could go back to how things were, but it wouldn't fix anything. So why bother?" Buttercup elaborated.
"What my sisters are trying to get at is, it's complicated and not really something to discuss about in public and not too openly. Now, if you don't mind, we're going to go before Buttercup's skater fan club comes over here and starts to bug us." Blossom said as they took flight. The boys and their fatherly figure stared in confusion and silence as the girls flew away. They continued their clothes shopping for another thirty minutes before deciding to go to the grocery store. With Maurice's debit card and large amounts of cash – some legally acquired and some not – they managed to get all the necessities before going to get their passports to complete step three of Maurice's five step plan, with a potential sixth step that he had yet to reveal to the boys. After they got their pictures and passports done they finally returned home for dinner. The boys went through their new clothes, most of which were just every day street clothes, but their father insisted they get at least one suite, which they did begrudgingly.
The boys were washing their clothes, since they had learned the previous night how to use a washer and dryer. Brick's were in the dryer while Boomer's were in the wash and Butch was waiting as patiently as he could to get his in the wash. Naturally, the boys picked their signature colors along with a few other things with their color in it and a mixing of maybe the others color. But it was easy to see whose clothes belong to whom. While they waited for the laundry they ate the dinner their father prepared as he went on the computer.
"Hey pops, watcha doin?" Butch asked with a mouthful of Hamburger Helper.
"Firstly, don't speak with your mouth full, and to answer your question I'm going online to find plane ticket prices to Italy. I want to be on the plane in a week, at least that's the time limit I was given." Maurice said as he typed in the website and began to click and type away. The dryer went off and Brick retrieved his clothes while Boomer continued to wait for the washer to go off.
"And…done. Boys, we leave for Italy in three days." Maurice said.
"Ok, can I ask a question?" Boomer asked.
"Sure." Maurice said.
"Doesn't it usually take longer to get a passport?" Boomer asked.
"Generally yes, it can take a good few weeks. But I have inside connections that managed to get the processing done much faster, obviously, therefore giving us our passports today." Maurice said.
"Oh. How long will it take to get to Italy from here?" Boomer asked.
"Between eight to ten hours." Maurice said. All three boys groaned at the prospect of just sitting for ten hours on a plane with nothing to do.
3 days later
As they boarded the plane they could see three distinctly pink, blue and green lights flying through the air. Brick saw, with his amazing eyesight, that Blossom was no longer wearing the bow in her hair which gave her rabbit ears, but that she was wearing a bow of sorts off to the side of her head. The look on her face resembled one of peace and calm, a small smile gracing her lips. Something told him though that they weren't smiling because of something good that was evident by the devious smirk on Buttercups lips. Bubbles had a more worried look, but still had a small smile on her face. It was then that Brick realized that a lot had changed in the last two years, and that left him wondering what else would change by the time he returned from Italy.
10 hours later
The boys practically ran off the plane to the luggage retrieval. As they left from the baggage retrieval a man in a suite and fedora walked up to them.
"You are Mister Joneson, no?" the man asked, his Italian accent thick.
"Yes." Maurice said.
"Come with me." he said. They followed him to a black limo.
"This trip just gets more and more fun!" Butch said as he hopped into the limo. Brick chuckled, rolling his eyes as he and Boomer got in, followed by their father and the strange man.
"Are you who I speak to…?" Maurice began.
"No, I am not the man who you wish to speak to. I am his brother. Call me Antonio. Your name is?" he asked politely.
"Maurice. These are my sons, Brick, Boomer, and Butch." Maurice said.
"Yes, I have heard of them, and we saw the court case here." Antonio said.
"Where are we going?" Boomer asked as he looked out the window to all the buildings in awe.
"My home. You all will meet my niece, who is the close in age as your father. We have made an arrangement of sorts." Antonio said cryptically.
"Dads getting married guys." Brick said indifferently as his brothers gawked. Both Maurice and Antonio looked at the redhead in awe.
"Smart boy. He and his super powered brothers will most definitely help." Antonio said, noticing the confused looks on Boomer and Butch.
"Oh, so that's what we're doing. Good plan." Brick said, his lips swirling into a smirk.
"I'm impressed." Antonio said to Maurice.
"I'm confused." Butch said. Brick looked to him.
"Think about it bro. We're in Italy; a man in a suite greets us and says we're meeting his niece who's close to our dad's age, which is what, twenty seven I think, no…wait…twenty five right?" Brick asked.
"She's twenty-five, I'm twenty-nine." Maurice said.
"Ok. This man is being all cryptic about where we are going and who else we are meeting. It should not be that hard to figure out." Brick said. Butch and Boomer both thought for a moment and then suddenly it all made sense. The operation, the money, the connections, it all made sense.
"Whoa." Was all Butch could say in realization as they pulled up to the large estate. Maids and butlers greeted the guests as they entered, not looking them directly in the eyes since they were new. They continued to walk through the estate, keeping close to the man that was leading them. Soon enough they arrived to a large door.
"My brother and niece are through this door. Do you remember her name?" Antonio asked Maurice.
"Yes. Adriana." Maurice replied. Antonio nodded and opened the door for them. They entered the dimly lit room and saw two figures in the room. One was clearly woman, the hour glass shape undeniably female, and the other was her father. This man looked fierce, broad shouldered, suite sleeves straining against the muscles in his arms.
"Maurice, you're early. I'm impressed, most suitors generally would want to take longer to come to grips with what they are about to do." The man said in his thick accent.
"This is why your daughter is still single and unmarried." Maurice said. A light chuckle escaped the man's throat.
"Indeed, most men chicken out before the counsel. Might I ask who these three are?" the man asked, gesturing to the boys.
"The boys I was talking about over the phone, my sons." Maurice said.
"Ah yes, the infamous Rowdyruff Boys." The man said standing, revealing his full height; he wasn't as huge or hulking as they had imagined, but still, he looked like a force not to be reckoned with. As he walked over, features of his face could finally be seen. A scar from his hairline down to his chin could be seen; he had a clean shaven face, gray eyes, medium sized nose, thin lips, brown hair, and thick eyebrows.
"My name is Alphonso Guerecicci." The man said kindly. Brick, being the leader, stuck out his hand. Alphonso smiled and took the small boys hand in a hand shake.
"I'm Brick Joneson, oldest of the three by a few seconds, and leader of the Rowdyruff Boys." Brick said.
"Can you guess who I am?" Alphonso asked as he and the boys released hands.
"I can take a wild guess." Brick said smirking.
"Guess away young one." Alphonso smiled.
"You're a business man, that much is clear, but as for what you do, other than your restaurant chain and insurance agency, you lead and control the mafia." Brick said inquisitively.
"Smart boy. Now, who are your brothers?" Alphonso said impressed.
"The ebony haired one is Butch, the second child, and the blonde is Boomer, the youngest one." Brick said, gesturing to his brothers. Adriana stood and walked over to the young boys and Maurice, her green eyes lingering on Maurice longer.
"Father, I like these ones." Adriana said.
"I can see that Adriana. Am I not allowed to talk to them?" Alphonso said amused. Adriana rolled her eyes at her father before looking to the young boys.
"How old are you?" she asked curiously.
"Seven." Brick said.
"You're quite intelligent for your age." Adriana commented.
"Thanks." Brick said.
"What are your strengths?" Alphonso asked. Brick looked back to Maurice who got the hint and began to speak.
"Their powers are still developing, though I have a hunch. Their counterparts, the Powerpuff Girls, have a few abilities that I believe the boys will develop similar or opposite powers to. Blossom, Brick's counterpart, can breathe ice, so I suspect Brick will one day breathe fire. Bubbles, Boomer's counterpart, is fast and agile and Boomer has shown that as well. Buttercup, Butch's counterpart, it incredibly strong, hence Butch is the muscle of the boys. However, it was pointed out to me that as time goes on, the powers begin to develop and change, so it is still up in the air as to what they will become. But, I can assure, it'll be fantastic." Maurice said.
"Those girls sound interesting as well." Alphonso said, his eyes giving away his true curiosity. Adriana looked to her father with a questioning look.
"Yes I allow it. Maurice, consider yourself a lucky man, you get my daughters hand." Alphonso said.
Things changed when my dad got married to someone who is almost ten years younger than him. She, for some reason, hates us because we're not normal.
The words Blossom said to him a few days ago ran through Bricks head upon the announcement. What if Adriana turned out like Megan, selfish and conceited, hating them because of their abnormal abilities.
2 weeks later
The wedding had taken place already and Maurice and Adriana were still on their honeymoon, so the boys stayed at the large estate and in the two weeks they had been there they had learned several new things. One of those being able speaking Italian fluently, some of the words being highly inappropriate. That day though their father and new step-mother were returning from their honeymoon, and needless to say, those words that Blossom had spoken to them rang through Bricks head and fear began to grip him.
"Grandfather, why did we have to stay here for a week other than for the honeymoon?" Brick asked, his Italian still a little sketchy in some places.
"Because we had to build you all a new home, similar to mine of course. Did you father not tell you? He has a business license now and is starting a new business in Townsville. It will have multiple facets to it, but it'll be the headquarters for those that live in Townsville to conduct business." Alphonso said. Brick nodded and his brothers understood as well before the doors opened and in walked Maurice and Adriana. Maurice looked to his three boys and smiled, Adriana now looked at her three step-sons warmly.
"The estate is complete and the business establishment is well under progress. Advertisement is already being broadcasted and you'll have many customers according to the statistics the men in Townsville are telling me." Alphonso said smiling. The boys grabbed their bags and soon got in the limo with their parents and went to the airport for their plane back to Townsville.
11 hours later
They were in a limo again, and the boys had a feeling this is how things would be now. They smiled at the idea. They pulled up to the gate of their new home and smiled even wider. The estate was large and just outside of the Pokey Oaks suburb. Brick saw three floating figures in the air and knew exactly who they were.
"Who are those three?" Adriana asked quietly.
"Our counterparts." Butch chuckled. Once they got out of the car the girls landed and watched with shock.
"No way!" Bubbles exclaimed as they exited the car. Boomer snickered at his counterpart's reaction. Buttercup also had an interested expression, but Blossom remained cold and unemotional, which raised red flags to Adriana. She walked over to Blossom and crouched down to her level.
"Are you alright small one?" She asked. Blossoms eyes flicked to her and Adriana shuddered. Never before had a child so young been so cold and void of emotion.
"I'm fine." Blossom said, her tone matching her expression. Buttercup looked down and Bubbles looked away. Adriana could see they were lying.
"Lying doesn't look well on you. What is really the matter?" She asked sweetly. Blossom looked to her, her eyes analyzing everything about this woman who showed an interest in her. Silently, Blossom removed her jacket to reveal her tank top and the four bruises on her. At this, they all gasped. Buttercup gently rubbed the makeup off her eye to reveal the blue and purple skin, and Bubbles also had bruises on her arms.
"What happened?" Adriana asked. The boys' heads were spinning with confusion.
"My step mother is psycho. She sprayed us down with antidote x and beat on us while my father was away." Blossom said coldly.
"Then how were you flying?" Brick asked, finally finding his voice.
"It wore off about an hour ago, but the bruises are too deep to go away." Blossom replied.
"We're going to Miss Keane's tonight." Bubbles added.
Maurice knew they would be in good hands with Miss Keane. Blossom nodded and soon they took flight, leaving them all there stunned.
"How could anyone do such a thing?" Adriana sobbed.
"Simple, Megan, their step mom, hates them because they're not normal humans." Brick said.
"But that's what makes them so special, just as it makes you three special." Adriana said, smiling at them through her tears. Brick looked at her and couldn't help but gawk. Just as the girls were the opposites of him and his brothers, their motherly figures were opposite, giving him and his brothers a loving, kind, gentle mother and the girls a hateful, cruel, harsh mother. He considered himself lucky, but at the same time, greedy. For once, he felt the girls deserved better than what they had.
6 years later, PPG: 13 RRB: 13
Brick, Boomer and Butch, along with their now six year old brother and sister, Cory and Lilliann, were walking through the park. It was Friday afternoon, but since they were all home-schooled, they could come and go as they pleased. Just as they rounded a corner, a small six year-old zipped past them, running as fast as he could from the three nine year olds chasing him. He ran over to a girl that was about the same age as Butch, and hid behind her.
"Hide me sissy." He whimpered to her. She turned around and Butch's jaw dropped. It was Buttercup, and she had grown nicely. Her hair was different, cut unevenly with bangs that now covered one of her eyes, which had lime green coon tails to it. The three nine year olds stopped and stared.
"Chicken boy. Hiding behind a wimpy girl." One of the boys taunted.
"Do you know who I am?" Buttercup growled. Her voice had changed to, it sounded still as tough as before, but with slight higher pitch to it, though to anyone else's ears, it wouldn't have sounded different at all. The boys looked at her before realizing who she was and soon bolted. Buttercup smirked and then looked down to her brother.
"Andy, they're gone now." Buttercup said as he came out from behind her leg.
"Thanks sis." Andy said.
"No prob." Buttercup said.
"But why are you out of school? You don't get early release until next week." Andy said, quirking his eyebrow.
"I skipped. I'm passing wood shop, and finished the project early, so why bother?" Buttercup said.
"Truancy officer." Andy stated simply.
"Smoke capabilities that change chemically due to my thoughts, needs, or emotions." Buttercup said making a waft of smoke appear from her breath she did. Andy shrugged in agreement as they continued to walk along in the park. Clouds suddenly rolled in and a small smirk spread on Buttercups face before she looked to her brother.
"Move seven feet to the left." She instructed. Andy moved, Buttercup following, moving in just enough time to avoid being hit by a bolt of lightning.
"Nice try Bubbles." Buttercup snickered as the light morphed into Bubbles, light still flicking around her in small static stream.
"Shut up BC. You ditched me in math class! I have a right to be a little mad at you!" Bubbles growled.
"I thought you only said you ditched wood shop?" Andy asked. Buttercup shrugged.
"C'mon, we better get home before ice queen finds us." Buttercup said before suddenly stopping, dropping to the ground and curling up in pain.
"Too….late…" Buttercup wheezed.
"Blossom, there's no need to be that mad." Bubbles said sweetly. The boys had turned to statues, as had their smaller siblings, in shock. Buttercup stopped her shuddering and groaning in pain as Blossom walked out from her hidden area.
"Next time Bubbles, if you don't want to make it too obvious as to where Buttercup is, try a gust of wind or rain." Blossom replied.
"Right." Bubbles said, rolling her eyes.
"Girls, I think we have company." Andy said as he gestured towards Brick and his brothers and sister. All three girls looked over to their counterparts.
"Hmm…long time no see." Bubbles chirped.
"Six years actually." Boomer said, his voice obviously going through puberty with the slight cracking.
"Skipping school?" Blossom asked. Brick's mind froze. She was definitely not the same sweet girl, her voice had ice in it and her stare was cold. She seemed to have no emotions what so ever, just as she had six years ago when they showed the bruises their step-mother had given them.
"No, we're home-schooled." Brick replied. Blossom was great at hiding her shock in the sudden deepness of his voice, though she knew it would even out as the years went by as he matured.
"Well aren't you lucky." Buttercup replied sarcastically.
"Eh, the tutors are kind of assholes." Butch chuckled, his voice also cracking and deep.
"What abilities have you gained in these last six years?" Bubbles asking curiously. She had the sweetest voice and that relieved Boomer, though he knew, from the many years in his family's business that they sweet ones are always the most deadly, and Bubbles or her sisters were no exception to that rule.
"Well, I've gained the ability to control natural disasters like earthquakes, tornadoes, etcetera. Butch can turn into mist or fog and can change the chemical structure of it however he wants. Brick can breathe fire and become fire and create animals out of fire, but he can also fuck with someone's mind." Boomer listed.
"Hmm…you and Butch have similar powers to Buttercup and me, but Brick has an opposite and same power as Blossom. No surprise really, but interesting." Bubbles replied.
"Very interesting." Brick said, looking to his counterpart.
"As nice as this reunion is, we need to go. I have to make dinner, do homework and help Andy with his homework." Blossom said.
"Isn't that what a mom is supposed to do?" Brick asked, even though their own step-mother didn't cook, she did help Cory and Lilliann with their homework.
"Our step-mother is lazy. She doesn't like to cook because it could get stains on her clothes. She barely passed third grade with all C's, Andy is already smarter than her." Blossom said.
"Let me guess, she was a high school dropout too?" Brick asked.
"She stopped after eighth grade because it was too hard and she just wanted to party." Blossom said, rolling her eyes.
"Why is your dad with her?" Boomer asked.
"She's easy. Sorry you have to hear this Andy." Bubbles said, looking down to her little brother.
"What does easy mean?" All three six-year olds asked.
"I'll tell you when you're ten." Blossom replied to Andy and Brick replied to Cory and Lilliann. The girls grabbed their brother and took to the sky.
2 weeks later
As the boys went around the city in their limo an odd sign caught their attention.
"Stop the car!" Brick shouted. The driver stopped and the boys got out and went over to the sign. Under the words 'Runaway' there were four pictures. The boys had to blink twice to make sure their super-vision was working right. It was and the pictures were of Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup, and Andy. There was number and address and a 'we miss them very much' written on the poster but the boys couldn't get over the fact that their goody-goody counterparts actually ran away from home.
"What? They didn't take me with." A girl said, startling the boys in their thoughts. This girl was wearing a white shirt with an anarchy sign, ripped jeans, cropped hair. She must be one of the girl's friends.
"You know them?" Brick asked.
"Yeah, I'm Joan, one of their friends." Joan said smirking.
"Were you supposed to go with them?" Butch asked curious.
"Well yeah. Unlike them though, my parents would be ok if I went with them. I know that probably sounds weird, but that's how they are." Joan said shrugging.
"Trust me, we know weird." Boomer said.
"I bet, what with you guys being the Rowdyruff Boys and all." Joan said rolling her eyes.
"Anyway, do you know where they were going?" Brick asked, though with his ability to read and manipulate minds he knew, he just wanted to confirm.
"They probably hopped a train heading west. They'll be back here by August just before school starts up again." Joan said.
"Where did they plan on going?" Brick asked.
"Everywhere and anywhere." Joan chuckled.
"But won't they get caught?" Boomer asked confused.
"Yeah, they're not hard to miss." Butch added.
"True, but you underestimate Blossom's brain. I swear that girl is so sharp she could probably cut off someone's head with her brain. She can think on her feet and manipulate a situation to go her way without her powers. I've seen them operate before, and trust me; they could put the CIA, any mafia, or secret agency to shame with their underhanded tactics." Joan said. The boys were caught off guard by this and then suddenly intrigued.
"You don't say? I thought they were still fighting crime, not committing it." Brick said smirking.
"Only monster attacks now, which are few and far between. Buttercup made the cops actually do their jobs and then trained them. She was brutal to them, sending them home daily with bruises and other injuries. They eventually toughened up and can now handle almost all situations, not to mention their gear got an upgrade to. They can't fly or anything, but they can now withstand bullets and lasers." Joan chuckled.
"Interesting. Well, thanks for the info." Boomer said smiling.
"No prob, but don't go looking for them. Blossom's fuckin scary when she's mad. I mean, she could put Him to shame." Joan said before turning on her heel and walking off, humming happily and leaving the boys in shock.
"I think I now realize when father didn't want us to destroy them." Butch chuckled.
"Thanks for catching up Einstein." Brick said sarcastically as they got back in the limo.
"Brick, you were the only one who realized it before now." Boomer said annoyed.
"True." Brick chuckled as they drove off.
3 years later, PPG: 16 RRB 16
Blossom was walking home from school with her sisters in tow. They had to pick up Andy from school and then continue their walk.
"Well look who it is?" a snotty voice sounded. Blossom ignored it and continued walking with her sisters.
"Excuse me, but no one, and I mean no one ignores me, Princess Morbucks." Princess hissed.
"Look, we don't care ok. We just want to get our brother and go home." Bubble snapped.
"Zip it crybaby! This doesn't concern followers, this only concerns leaders." Princess spat.
"Back off Princess, I'm in no mood to deal with you today." Blossom growled. A small group of people started to gather as the two girls started to circle each other.
"And you say in your in no mood to deal with me, yet you circle me." Princess snickered.
"I was trying to find a way out." Blossom growled annoyed.
"There is no way out!" Princess shouted before launching herself at Blossom, who ducked and threw a punch, sending Princess flying a good ten feet.
"Wimp! See, I can keep my cool under pressure and predict your every move, which is why I should be turned into a Powerpuff Girl and be made ultimate leader and…" Princess yammered on.
"Shut up already!" Blossom shouted, her eyes narrowing and her pupils turning into slits. Princess dropped to the ground, gripping her head and crying out in pain. The cry caught the attention of three super powered teenage boys.
"Someone's suffering and we're not the cause." Boomer chuckled in his still developing voice.
"Let's go check this out." Brick chuckled in his deeper tone. The boys flew off towards the sound and stopped and nearly fell out of the sky when they saw something they never thought they would see before.
Blossom delivered not only another mental blow and a strong punch. Princess whimpered before Blossom let her mental stronghold go.
"You bitch!" Princess shouted as she got to her feet and charged only to stop at the large claw of ice protruding from Blossom's forearm.
"When I say I am in no mood to put up with your whiny shit, I fucking mean it. Don't piss me off again, or so help me, I won't hold back my mental abilities." Blossom hissed her voice void of emotion and her eyes were steely. The ice claw retracted and Princess took that opportunity to complete the charge. Blossom punched her in the gut, delivered a strong kick there as well and then picked her up by her throat and flew up with her. Buttercup and Bubbles smirked as they watched their older sister while the boys hovered there in shock. Apparently, Bubbles and Buttercup had seen this side of Blossom before, but the boys had never seen this vicious side of Blossom, not even when they were children and beating the living tar out of each other, at least in her eyes there was anger or frustration, not ice.
"Fine, you want to be one of us. Lesson one, flying." Blossom said, invoking fear into Princess's eyes as she chucked her through the air. Blossom whistled and her sisters took to the air. Bubbles caught Princess, only to throw her to Buttercup who threw her back to Blossom who caught her by the arm, breaking it. Princess let out a yelp of pain. The three girls hovered back down to the ground; Blossom dropped Princess to the ground.
"Learn this Princess; you never will be one of us because no one wants to cater to a rich brat like you. And even if you do get our basic abilities, you will always lose because you are nothing more than a golden piece of shit. You are just some little daddy's girl who will sleep with anyone you want and then drop them like trash because you can. Get this, you're the trash, and they're even worse for sleeping with a slut like you." Blossom said coldly, her eyes not showing any emotion at all. Princess was crying and this shocked the boys even more. Blossom had never once said anything like that and Princess had never broken down like that as far as they knew.
"Cry all you want, you just hate that it's true." Blossom said harshly.
"At least I have emotions unlike you, you…you…you…ice queen!" Princess shouted. The girls looked at her, cocking an eyebrow.
"You're a cold hearted bitch! If you even have a heart! You're nothing but ice, which makes you a bad leader." Princess hissed. The girls just stared in silence.
"You're nothing but a cold hearted, iced over, emotionless bitch!" Princess shouted in Blossoms face once she was up. Blossom smirked.
"Your point being?" Blossom asked with her eyes half lidded and cruel smirk twisting at her lips. Princess's jaw dropped as Blossom as her sisters walked away.
"Butch, punch me so I know I'm not dreaming." Brick said before his brother punched him hard in the gut.
"Holy fuck! Ok, nope, I'm not dreaming." Brick coughed.
"I…wow…that was just something else." Butch stammered.
"Yeah. But it was cool!" Boomer chuckled.
"No shit!" Brick laughed as they flew off towards the elementary school.
"What took you guys so long?" Andy asked as he and his sisters walked home, unaware of the three boys following them.
"Had a slight issue to take care of." Buttercup said.
"Princess again?" Andy asked.
"Correct." Bubble giggled.
"I'm surprised we haven't gotten sued yet." Andy sighed.
"She can't sue because we have too many good standings with the city. Not to mention, Bubbles can break down into tears at any moment and win over every heart that sees her, and I can mess with people's heads. Honestly, who would even try to sue?" Blossom said coldly.
"Your last ex." Andy pointed out.
"Who ended up in the psych ward for hallucinations and the case was dropped because of it." Blossom hissed.
"Because you caused them." Andy replied.
"Point being. As long as no one knows it's no big deal." Blossom replied.
"I know." Andy snickered.
"Do you think dad's gonna get any more money for bills and stuff?" Andy asked after a long silence, peaking the boy's interests.
"He usually does, though he would make more if he took one job at a time instead of four." Blossom groaned.
"Yeah, let's just be glad he hasn't taken out any loans yet." Bubbles said.
"Though I hear those aren't too bad if you pay make a good deal with them and pay them back in manageable payments." Buttercup said.
"And which agency is that?" Blossom asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"The Joneson's. I hear good things from a lot of their clients. Fair rates, plus they work with cars and homes as well as just money loans. Hell, they're on an international level and are the agency behind like three casino's and seven main hotel lines." Buttercup said, unaware of the boys smiling from above.
"True. Anyway, let's get home before the wicked witch of hell gets mad." Blossom suggested.
"Hmm, their dads low on cash for his work. They resent their parents. Boys, I think I have an idea, but it will take time." Brick chuckled as they hovered there watching their not so goody-goody counterparts walk home.
2 years later, PPG: 18 RRB: 18, month before senior year starts in high school.
"Brick, you and your brothers are going to high school this year. You need to experience just one year of it, plus maybe you'll get closer to those charming counterparts of yours." Adriana said to her three step-sons.
"Alright mother, we'll go, we just need to register." Brick sighed in defeat, knowing it was truly pointless to argue with his mother. She smiled and handed them the papers just as Maurice walked into the office.
"Boys, come with me, emergency meeting at the office." Maurice said to his sons.
"We'll finish this later, promise." Brick said to his mother as he and his brothers stood and walked with their father. Their eleven year old siblings ran past, giggling at whatever game they were playing. They got into the limo and were driven to the main building in Townsville where they met the client. Brick couldn't hold back the smirk that graced his handsome face.
"Mister Utonium, so nice to see you again." Brick chuckled as he got out of the car after his father and before his two brothers who also had a smirk on their faces.
"Hello Joneson boys and Mister Joneson." Mister Utonium said before his wife walked over to them, a disgusted look as always on her not so pretty face. What Professor Utonium saw in her was beyond Brick, but then again he questioned what he and his brothers saw in their previous girlfriends/sex buddies for a night. He still felt ashamed about that, but he was a stupid fourteen year old who didn't know any better.
"Where are the girls?" Maurice asked.
"They're doing housework." Megan growled. Brick and his brothers rolled their eyes as they walked into the building with their father and the clients. Upon reaching the top floor and Maurice's office they took their appropriate seats.
"Now, what is it I can do for you two today?" Maurice asked smiling kindly, though his tone had a hint of malice in it.
"We would like a ten thousand dollar loan." Megan barked.
"Might I ask why such a large loan, being your first I might add." Maurice said, raising an eyebrow.
"My husband…" Megan started.
"Excuse me, but let your husband speak for himself." Maurice growled. Megan sighed annoyed and then elbowed her husband.
"You see, I work very hard for my job, but part of it means buying my own supplies outside of the chemicals. It gets very expensive, even with my discount." John said. Brick looked to his father and telepathically told him a plan.
"Very well, but allow my son Boomer to go draw up a contract, and there will be some special terms." Maurice said as Boomer bolted out the door and typed up a four page contract, under Brick's advisement and planning. Once Boomer returned not only did he have the contract but he had the other essentials needed.
"Why does your son have a small bowl and knife?" John asked.
"Why Mister Utonium, you're about to make a deal with the Italian mafia, we have our methods to business." Maurice smirked.
(A/N) I have no idea how these things work, I'm just making things up as I go.
"I thought you were done with crime?" John said astonished.
"I'm done with trying to rule the world. I never said I would be done with crime, and since my wife is the head of the mafia's daughter, that puts me really high up there." Maurice explained. John looked hesitant.
"If you can't pay back in the allotted six months, instead of your life, we'll take your daughters. If you ask for an extension, your son will belong to us also. Do we have a deal Mister Utonium?" Brick asked.
"What do you want with the girls?" John and Megan asked.
"Simple, they have qualities in them that would assist us greatly." Butch chuckled.
"Come on, at age thirteen they eluded the police and all other forms of authority with their six year old brother for three and a half months." Boomer chuckled as he set down the items.
"If you decline it's no problem, I just have to erase your memory first." Brick said, his pupils growing small.
"Sign it, we need that money." Megan hissed.
"At the costs of the girl's freedom?" John gasped.
"We'll be able to pay it back. And who cares about them anyway?" Megan growled.
"They do all the chores." John deadpanned. Brick kept his face straight but was internally disgusted with how they treated the girls.
"We will pay it back." Megan said. John rolled his eyes and signed it.
"Excellent, now give me your left hand." Boomer said with the blade in his hand and the bowl on the table. John did as instructed and gave Boomer his left hand before he felt a sting and heat, realizing it was blood. Boomer squeezed his hand to make the blood pool more before he released him.
"Now, put your right thumb in the bowl, make sure to get the blood on it, and then put your thumbprint next to your signature." Boomer said. John did as instructed and was given a bandage for his left hand.
"Excellent, once it's dry you may leave." Maurice said. After a few moments of waiting the Utonium's were allowed to leave but sworn never to tell or else.
"So, mom wants us to go to high school." Boomer said as they walked down to the limo.
"And?" Maurice said.
"I think it's a great idea. We'll actually get to see our friends more often." Brick said smirking. The boys smiled as they got in the limo.
"School starts in a month." Maurice said.
"We know, but we can get it all taken care of in a week." Brick said.
"Yeah, with our money and connections, we could get into any school." Butch chuckled as they drove home, actually eager to start school in the next month.
Ok, so what do you think? R&R please and thank you. Next Saturday there will be a new chapter up. And remember, my Yu-Gi-Oh! fics are posted at random, so be on the lookout. See you all whenever!