Coming Home
Hewwo fans! I'm so excited to be showing you all my very first fanfic submission! Please don't judge too harshly, ^~^ it is my first time and I'm a bit nervous.
Bubbles; you're doing great, just speak from the heart (and don't forget to make me look pretty)
Me; You always do
Bubbles; *blushes*
Brick*rolls eyes* yeah yeah whatever, get on with the story. She don't own nothin. If she did, she'd be rich and have a boyfriend and a life by now...
Me; gee thanks ;( anyways here it is!
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Chapter 1. Home
A redhead stood at the top of a hill overlooking her hometown. Her long crimson hair, lightly teased, cascaded down to the middle of her back, with a dramatic swoop bang over her right eye. A cherry red headband, with small bows on each side, separated her bangs from the rest of her hair. Her cotton candy pink eyes scanned the town, searching for the changes. She wore a red blouse parted by golden drawstrings, with black high-waist pants, a long maroon trench coat and matching maroon ankle boots with gold buckles, a blush red shawl wrapped around her swan-like neck. She also had one cherry shaped red earring. One last distinctive feature stood out on her near flawless face; a three centimeter scar on her right cheek.
A blonde stood next to her, within her baby blue eyes was excitement. Her long blond hair cascaded down to her hips and was tied into twin loose braids. Her baby blue eyes gazed at their fearless leader with eager anticipation. She wore a black silk blouse that stopped just above her belly button, with an ice blue silk vest, blue skirt that swayed above her knees, white lace fingerless elbow length gloves, a black belt, and light blue moccasins. She had a black choker, a light blue and black bow in her blond locks, and one blue diamond shaped earring. One last distinctive feature stood out on her near flawless face; a one inch scar below her left eye.
Another girl with black hair stood on the other side of the redhead, her cold stare penetrating the town. Her black hair was in a Faux hawk pixie cut. She rolled her electric green eyes in boredom as she impatiently awaited their leader's analysis of the city. She wore a black sleeveless turtleneck with dark green jeans, fingerless gloves, and black knee high boots. She had one black skull earring. One last distinctive feature stood out on her near flawless face; a four centimeter scar over her left eye.
Resting on a thick, snowy branch of an old tree above them was their sister. Half of her hair was shaved, but the other half was long and silver. Dramatic red lipstick broke her black and white themed outfit. Her smoky silver eyes filled with mischief, as she picked her teeth with one of her many weapons, a sharp metal spike. She wore a black blazer over a white tank top with whitewash ripped Daisy-Dukes, fishnets, a bow tie, and black sneakers. She had one silver ghost shaped earring. One last distinctive feature stood out on her near flawless face; a four centimeter scar over her right eye.
Next to the blond, stood a brunette. Her curly hair was honey brown, and went to her waist. It covered some of her face but it was parted by a purple and orange cross hairclip. One of her eyes was an icy lavender, the other was hazy orange, and both were hidden behind thick black square-framed glasses. She wore a dark orange turtleneck, khaki skinny jeans, and timberlands. She wore several earrings going up her ear and a brown bag whose strap cut across her torso. One last distinct feature stood out on her near flawless face; a one inch scar over her lips. Her queer eye fixed itself on one particular position. The last place they'd been before they left Townsville.
Six years ago (Bonnie/Bunny POV)…
We all stood around the hole, not a dry eye in the graveyard, we were 12 years old. I stared into the face of our beloved father, the Professor. I wore a black dress, with an orange sash, and a purple ribbon in my hair, with black stockings and black Mary Janes. Next to me were my sisters, each dressed in black dresses, except Buttercup who wore his oversized ACDC t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. We listened as the Mayor spoke about my father and the amazing things he'd done.
Next to him was his tall, orange haired assistant, who wept bitter tears. She'd been dating our father when he died. Next to us was Ms. Keane and many of the kids from our school. Almost the whole city of Townsville came to his funeral; he'd meant that much to everyone. Even a few bad guys came to the funeral, including Mojo Jojo, the Amoeba boys, the Rowdyruff boys and the Powerpunk girls. After the funeral, we announced we were leaving Townsville. The Powerpunk girls announced their retirement, and made their peace with us. Bloom/Boom even shook my hand and wished me luck. Then Mojo Jojo walked up to us.
"I, Mojo Jojo, am truly sorry for your loss. He was great adversary, he will be missed," he stated, offering his condolences and a small, sad smile. Then he walked away. That was the last we ever saw of him.
"Great, just great. Now we're being pitied by Mojo Jojo. We're not weak, stop acting like it! And for God's sake, can you all stop standing around here crying like you all actually cared about him. As if you ever even knew him. He was our father! If anyone gets to cry, it's us! What are you even doing here? You spent most of our lives trying to kill him and us, you don't really care. You make me sick, all of you make me sick," Buttercup snapped, before flying off. Blossom began to turn and apologize, but suddenly froze, as if she were having an epiphany. So she remained silent and, along with my other sisters, gathered our bags and flew after her.
I glanced over at my counterpart, Ben. He just stared at me, one eye dark orange and the other eye indigo. His face looked truly sorrowful, and he appeared as if he wished he had something to say. I quietly walked over to him, stared into his eyes, and surprised him with a tearful hug. I felt him flinch at first, then he stood still for a moment, until I felt his arms against my back. We remained in the silent embrace, until he broke it off. I flew after my sisters, my bags in my hand, and I never looked back…
Present day…
Until today, Bonnie thought, her hands burying themselves further into her pockets to shield themselves from the cold.
"Not much has changed," their redheaded sister muttered after a long silence, "crime's less than it was. They have a special type of police force that handles monsters now. When we go back, we won't have to fight crime all the time. We can focus on the mission."
"Sounds good to me. Bout time they stopped depending on six year old girls to fight their battles for them." The black-haired girl coldly stated, leaning against the tree.
"We volunteered for that, Buttercup."
"Ya think I forgot?" Buttercup snapped, rolling her eyes. Blossom started to say something, but thought better of it and focused her eyes back on the city.
"Did they keep the zoo? Ever since we left, all I could think about was returning to the butterfly exhibit to write one last song," the blonde girl inquired, her voice full of hopeful anticipation.
"Yes, Bubbles, they kept the zoo. And the aquarium, I checked. Figured you'd ask," Blossom answered, easing her sister's fears.
"Bet your Boomie is here too, Bubbie," The silver hair girl teased.
"Stop, Belle," Bubbles exclaimed, blushing and slinging snow at her.
"Sorry, Bubs, but we're hot. Get used to it ladies. Just think all those boys swooning outside your window," Belle explained, framing the sky with your hands.
"We're not here to make boys swoon, Belle. You know that."
"We have changed a lot," Bubbles noticed, "we've come a long way from the fingerless, big eyed, eight year olds Townsville saw last." With puberty the girls had experienced changes. For one, they now had fingers and toes. Their eyes were also a fairly normal size, though they were on the larger side, and as all girls do when they grow older, they'd also grown a bit more curvaceous. Buttercup, most of all, much to her dismay.
"Are they still in town?" Buttercup asked, a tense silence followed as Blossom stared into the town. She finally found an 18 year old redheaded boy in a red baseball cap reading a book in the windowpane of an old abandoned house. Suddenly he looked up as if he saw something, then looked directly at her with his piercing red eyes. His eyes widened briefly, before he smirked and winked at her. She immediately came out of her gaze.
"They're here, alright. And they know we're here too," Blossom stated.
"What makes you say that?" Bubbles asked.
"He looked at me."
"Is that possible?" Belle asked, her eyes wide.
"I…guess so…"she responded, her mind still traveling back to him.
"Are they cute?" Belle asked, a mischievous grin on her face. The girls all looked up at her in shock.
"What? We were all thinking it. And besides, they were cute when they were little," Belle defended herself, blushing when she thought about her counterpart Bang.
"Yeah, well, all dogs are cute when they're little," Buttercup replied, a sarcastic smirk spread on her face. Her remark was followed by a few collective snickers.
"Well, there's no delaying it any further. Bonnie, be sure to let Bunny know," Blossom stated lifting off of the ground, "We're home."
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Me; Well I hope you guys enjoyed that
Brick; Lame, it was mainly just descriptions of how hot they look *looks at Blossom* which they do, but come on I barely made it in
Boomer; you're complaining? I didn't even make it in this one
Me; oh be patient your coming just wait and see
Bubbles; exactly! be patient!
Me; Anyways, I'd better zip away but don't be afraid to like and comment and see ya next time! Baiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii