Finally decided to upload the first chapter of this. This is my spin on a PPG High School fic.. Enjoy :)

Blossom made a loud 'ooft' sound as she hit straight against a rock with a thud. Brick wasn't far behind her, once she blearily opened her eyes she saw him looming over her with a menacing grin.

"Better up your game Blossom, it's not normal for me to beat you this quickly." He grinned, raising his leg to boot her in the face as she lay on the ground.

But she grabbed his leg so quick that normal eyes would miss it, and spun him onto the ground, shooting into the air. "You're right Brick, it's not normal for you to beat me at all." She replied smugly, hovering over him defiantly.

He blinked a couple of times, taking hold of his hat as he pushed himself back up, letting out a wheezy cough. "History does not tell that story."

"What do you know about history?" Blossom replied smartly as she dodged his advances.

"More than you, you would discover. You know I'm the brains of this whole operation." Brick said, landing an uppercut to the side of her face, dizzying her slightly. She took a step backwards, but threw a punch to the side of his face.

This dazed him for a millisecond, long enough for Blossom to shoot him into the wall of rock opposite him. The fight had begun downtown, but as per usual, Blossom had lead it out of Townsville to prevent breaking up the town anymore then him and his brothers had already done.

The only problem with doing this meant the girls normally lost each other. And it was a lot harder to call for backup when you had no idea where anyone else was. Not that Blossom normally ever needed backup with Brick; she could normally handle him, unless he was in a particular rage that day.

"Are we done here? I've got a lot of homework to be doing." Blossom sighed, standing over him with her hands on her hips.

Brick pulled himself upright, sat on the ground rubbing his sore face.

"We're done when I say we're done, I could do this all day." Brick said with an evil grin.

But Blossom just rolled her eyes. "No, you couldn't. And neither could I, there are much more interesting things to do be doing." Like watching paint dry, she thought tiresomely.

"Like homework?" Brick scoffed.

Blossom frowned. "Yes, like homework." She took this moment to gaze up into the sky, squinting hard, trying to locate a sky blue or light green haze buzzing around the sky in the distance. She couldn't see either, and before she had a chance to look around, her head was arched back. She suppressed a yelp, as Brick had pulled hard on the ends of her long red hair.

He let out a wicked little snicker as he tugged on it harder, not enough to pull it out, but enough to cause her discomfort.

"Get off you moron!" Blossom cried, swinging her arm out to whack him in the face, but he caught her hand before the impact hit him. "What are you, five?!"

"I said we're done when I say so, I never said so." Brick growled.

Blossom glared at him, as he clenched his fist round her hair tighter and pulled more and more, slowly. She had to do something or he'd yank it right from it's roots. She focused her eyes, and a bright red jolt shot out, hitting him right on the arm, cutting his skin. He cried out, and jumped back.

"We're DONE here, Brick. I gotta get home. Go pull on someone else's pigtails. And leave the innocent people of Townsville alone." Blossom said, diving into the sky and racing back towards town.

She gently rubbed her scalp as she flew. This was why she always wore her hair up during a battle, she knew Brick played dirty, but her hair had come loose during the fight. That's gunna sting in the morning…

Once she arrived home, her sisters were already there. Buttercup, sprawled across the sofa dominating the living room with the trashy TV shows she pretended she didn't enjoy, and Bubbles sat on the floor, catching up with the week's worth of homework she'd procrastinated.

This was how most Sundays were spent in the Utonium household, besides having to run out to stop the Rowdyruff boys creating havoc. Though that had turned into a regular occurrence.

"What took you so long Blossom? We've been back here at least 15 minutes now." Buttercup asked, not removing her eyes from the television screen.

"You know what Brick can sometimes be like." She answered, shrugging. "So stubborn. Doesn't like to give up till someone gets hurt or left unconscious." She rolled her eyes, sitting down on Buttercups calves. She gave her rose eyed sister a look of annoyance, and awkwardly moved her legs from beneath her.

"Hmm," Buttercup replied, thinking of another stubborn redhead she knew. "I take it it wasn't you that got hurt this time?"

Blossom pulled a dismissive face. "Him of course. I'm fine, besides a few scratches here and there."

With the years that had passed, the boys hadn't relented in their goal to destroy the girls; they'd been on their backs at least once a week since day one. Their advances became more violent and thoughtless in their teens though. Mojo Jojo had deemed them useless and kicked them out, and the girls had no idea whether they listened to Him anymore; as far as they knew they were doing things their own way now. Which meant more petty crimes, and picking fights with the girls for no real reason.

Buttercup nodded in reply. "Butch can be like that. I think he just got bored today though, or hungry. I was in no mood for his shit." She almost broke the remote control at the thought of him.

"Boomer is too easy to deal with once we separate him from his brothers. He has no one to follow or tell him what to do, so after awhile he kind of just stops, or heads off. Sometimes I head off." Bubbles said with a perplexed smile, glancing down at her sheets of homework. "Blossom, have you done this physics work?"

"Yeah, I think so. Let me see?" She passed it over to her. "Bubbles, this is last week's physics homework!"

"Shoot!" Bubbles replied, snatching it back off her, Blossom suppressed a giggle.

After watching the trashy chat shows for the rest of the afternoon – and watching Bubbles struggle through her work, Blossom returned to the bedroom to finish her own homework, and Buttercup began to thrash Bubbles on a racing video game she'd convinced her to play with her.

Tracing her pencil along the school logo in the corner of her sheet of homework, Blossom was nearly done for the night.

It was getting late, and Blossom just wanted to climb straight into bed. After her fight with Brick earlier that day, she felt completely beat and wanted to rest up for a new day.

But she couldn't seem to switch her brain off tonight. She had an unsettling feeling that something awful was coming her and her sisters' way soon. She wasn't a hundred percent sure why she felt this way, but she had a discomforting feeling sitting in the pit of her stomach, waiting for it to happen, and soon.

What it was, and why, she had no clue. But the presence of the Rowdyruff boys attacking constantly made her feel uneasy. I mean they could handle them, of course they could, they had done for 12 years. And yes, there had been some near misses on both sides, but they were still here. Recently, she couldn't put her finger on it. When she fought Brick, it always ended with someone being hurt, not the minor injuries they all came away with in these scuffles. Wounds and gashes that bled, broken bones, knocked unconscious for the day. It was almost as if it was a game to him. A dangerous game. And though they healed quicker than most do, it still hurt to be injured once or twice a week.

She glanced down at her waist, gently pulling her pyjama top up to reveal a silvery scar, about nine inches long, an inch and a half in width. A distinctly painful injury she'd acquired from a fight with Brick, which she'd especially got on his nerves during, and ended up paying for it. They really had to go some to scar each other; it took something with some welly behind it to make their powerful skin not heal properly.

Normally, she could handle Brick, but that day, he'd left her in a right state. She'd taunted him, about how pathetic him and his brothers were. She'd never admit it aloud, but, she thought he was going to finish her off that day. She still wasn't sure why he didn't. She'd hit a soft spot with her words. Once her sisters had found her, she knew by the looks on their faces that they'd thought it too. But Brick had left, rather than completing what he'd sought out to do.

She could handle Brick, though. Of course she could. He'd just, really lost it that day, and in turn she'd nearly lost her life. Thank god for the Professor and his lab filled with Chemical X.

She shook her head, also shaking away the thoughts and feelings that had been intruding her head.

Getting up from her desk and shoving her homework into her school bag for tomorrow, she let out a long yawn, and hoped she'd scarred Brick somewhere at some point in his life…

Brick winced slightly as he dabbed his arm with a damp flannel. She'd got him a good one, blood and everything. Must of been due to how close she was to me when she hit me, he thought as he wrung the flannel out, watching the water turn the same shade as his eyes.

He growled to himself slightly as he gently wrapped a bandage around his arm, throwing his jumper back over his body.

He was fed up of her leaving before he was finished. In her head it meant she'd won, and Brick hated to lose… He slouched down onto his bed, rearranging his cap slightly so he could do some thinking.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed his fists, his left arm aching slightly as he tensed it. Much like his counterpart, Brick was a planner, and he didn't like not knowing what the future held, to some extent. His planning days had been chucked out the proverbial window the day Mojo Jojo had turfed him and his brothers onto the street. Things had been more about surviving at that point - until Him showed up again of course. Although living with Him in hell had also been about survival too, living in Hell was no breeze.

But now that they weren't in Him's claws anymore, they lived more day by day - even he could admit that lately things had been a little sporadic.

He sighed, blowing his red hair out of his eyes as he did so. Maybe this had all gone on for too long. He still hated the girl with a passion but, when was it going to end? It wasn't like he was planning some kind of truce, it wasn't like he was going to leave the apartment that very moment to get down on hands and knees and apologise to Blossom and her sisters, and beg for their forgiveness. That wouldn't happen even if you paid him. He was more thinking about the future. What would he do, what would he be, without Blossom Utonium? What would happen when he finally did it? And would he even do it if he got the chance? Could he? What with this unknown tomorrow looming over him once she was out of the picture? He hated to admit that all this confused him; maybe borderline scared him, it was something he'd never let be known aloud.

Surely there was something out there that he was better off devoting his time, and his life to? He scoffed lightly; don't get him wrong here, he wasn't about to turn over a new leaf and devote himself to the greater good. But surely there was something, some kind of evil he could commit his energy to; big money, big power; the things he craved as much, if not more than the demise of the Powerpuff girls.

"Err, Brick!"

Brick rearranged his cap further down his head, ignoring his blonde brothers cries.

"Brick! We have a visitor." Boomer called once more. He sighed once again as he pulled himself off his bed.

"A visitor?" He asked as he came to his door. His entire body tensed up as he came face to face with Him, who was sitting comfortably on their sofa.

"Ahh, here we are, all three of my boys, all together." Him said, his voice sickly sweet.

"We're not your boys." Brick spat, folding his arms across his chest. The atmosphere in the apartment had changed in seconds, and a red, daunting glow took over the living room they stood in.

"Oh of course you are! You're my boys, and I look after you. So, how have you been?" He oozed, his voice feminine and soft.

"Why are you here?" Boomer asked. He'd been sat on the sofa, but jumped to his feet when Him had materialised beside him.

"That doesn't answer my question." Him responded.

"We're fine." Boomer muttered, answering what he'd asked.

"Why are you here?" Butch repeated Boomer's question. Him appearing randomly in their apartment, it couldn't be a good sign. It normally meant he wanted something.

"My my, aren't we touchy today boys, can't your old 'Ma' stop by now and then?"

"No. That wasn't in my terms when we left. What do you want, Him?" Brick asked, his voice level.

"You assume I'm only here because I want something?"

"I know you're only here because you want something." Brick replied, tiresomely. "Normally it's some job you want us to do, some guy you want us to whack. What is it this time?"

"Well," Him said, rising from the couch and then sitting down on an imaginary chair, crossing one long black boot clad leg over the other. "it does so happen that I have a, proposition, for you boys."

"A proposition?" Boomer asked.

"Mmhmm. I promise to not disappoint your interests." His voice turned evil.

Butch and Boomer looked to Brick, whose gaze didn't leave Him. "We're not interested in anymore deals." He murmured.

"I've been watching you boys for quite some time. And quite frankly, I'm disappointed. Your work is sloppy and infrequent, and sub par. Much to my discontent, your strategic plans are nonexistent, you are getting absolutely nowhere. You're rabid and out of control, and it is painful to watch. There are various errors in your methods, so I think it's time you took a seat Brick, and listened to what your Ma has to say." Him began to explain.

Brick raised an eyebrow, not liking the knock to his conduct. "Took a seat? What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means your time in the big boss chair is over. It's time you listen to someone else for a change." Him answered with a smooth smile.

Brick pulled an incredulous face. Like that was ever going to happen.

Butch's ears had pricked up. "Like who?" He asked, clearly hopeful the leader baton was going to be passed to him.

"Like me. I've devised a plan, and you're going to follow it, and you will succeed in helping me finally destroy those obnoxious Powerpuffs once and for all." Him explained confidently.

Brick scoffed, smirking. "You think we're gunna just do as you say?"

"I know you will." Him smiled in a singsong voice, still overly confident.

"What is this plan?" Butch asked, and Brick shook his head.

"It doesn't matter, we don't take orders. We stopped taking orders from anyone when it comes to the girls years ago." Brick said, walking forward and snatching the magazine Him had picked up off the coffee table from his claw. "We're not some muscle for hire you can pick up and drop when you please." Him gave him an irritated look. "Those days ended awhile ago."

"What a competent question, Butch." Him said, ignoring Brick's words, but still giving him a dangerous stare. "You will get close to the girls, in order to make them vulnerable, and easier for me to dismantle, piece by piece." Him explained.

All three ruff's screwed their faces up at Him in confusion.

"What?" Boomer asked, looking from Him to Brick.

"Get close to them. Lull them into a false sense of security with you, then, when they one hundred percent trust you, and you know just what makes them tick, we go for the jugular." Him explained sweetly, snapping his pincers on the last word. "Or, more, I'll go for the jugular. And they'll never see it coming, because they thought you had really changed."

Boomer blinked. "What?"

"Yeah I'm with him. Get close to them? Like what, become friends?" Butch asked, nose wrinkled at the idea.

"What a ridiculous idea. That's never going to work." Brick muttered.

"Yes, Butch, like friends. It's a foolproof plan. You'll just have to trust me." Him smiled wide.

"Trust? You? Don't make me laugh." Brick seethed. "Why on earth should we trust you?"

"Well, if you trust me, you will find that you've finally reached your purpose in life - and I will have three vulnerable Powerpuff girls, no exit, no escape, except the sweet, satisfying act of me finally killing them." Him's voice drawled, becoming gruff and evil.

There was a dormant pause. Butch grunted in response.

"But in order for that to be achieved, you have to do as I say." Him said, breaking the silence. Butch looked mostly indifferent, bored even. Boomer was glancing at Brick, his expression ill at ease.

"Your plan is dumb. They'll never fall for it; they aren't stupid." Brick stated. "We've been fighting them for years, all our lives, they wouldn't just believe we'd changed just like that. We don't need to follow your little plan to destroy them."

Him chuckled. "You've been 'lone wolfing' it for what, 2 years now, and all three girls are still in one piece I do believe? So forgive me if what you just said falls on deaf ears Brick. You haven't been doing your duty very well, have you son?"

"Duty?" Brick challenged. "We don't have any fucking duty to you, or Mojo."

Him glared. "We, maybe not. But I happen to think you do, Brick. In fact, I think you boys owe me, big time. For various reasons."

Boomer swallowed hard, looking to Brick, as did Butch.

Brick shook his head, his fists in tight balls. "Look, like I told you, our days of being told what to do are long over. We don't take orders from anyone anymore. So you're wasting your time being here." Brick said through grit teeth. "If you have some plan up your sleeve, good for you, but we don't want anything to do with it."

"You're wasting your breath refusing me. When the ape deemed you all as worthless to him, he threw you, three 11 year old boys, out into the cold like you were trash. Who was there for you all?" Him asked, as he slinked to his feet, slowly walking around the apartment. "I was there. I picked you up off the ground, dusted you down, and gave you a home with me. And when you very SELFISHLY decided you wanted to leave my home, after all I did for you for 4 years -"

Brick interrupted him. "When we got sick of living in terror in your fucking Underworld!"

Him sighed, rolling his eyes. "One man's heaven is another man's hell. Anyway, when you wanted to leave your Ma, and you struck up your little deal with me, Brick," Brick shifted uncomfortably, his brothers peering at him curiously - he never had told them the ins and outs of the deal he'd made with Him, when he managed to free them of his clutches. They'd just been grateful to leave, and not pushed it when Brick hadn't wanted to discuss it.

"I allowed you to leave, and provided you with warmth, food, financial security, a roof over your heads… An expensive one at that, I may add. I can take everything away just as easily as I can give." Him clicked his claws, and instantly the apartment they were stood in vanished, replaced by a windy, drizzly alleyway. Before you could blink, Him clicked his claws again and the apartment reappeared around them.

Butch pouted slightly, looking at the huge TV on the wall longingly. But Brick only shrugged.

"So what. It won't take me long to build us back up again." Brick said, and Him turned aggravated eyes on him.

"I own you." He said flatly.

Brick shook his head, livid, glancing at his brothers momentarily before hissing at Him. "Somewhere to live, financial security, they were apart of our deal. You can't just take them away!"

"But I still own you." Him answered, smiling as he watched Brick beginning to get really ticked off now. He looked at his brothers, wishing they weren't here right now to bare witness to this conversation.

"You, you don't own us. We aren't things to be owned! We didn't need your help then, and we don't need it now. You're gunna take everything we have away? Fine. Go ahead. It's not like it hasn't happened before. It won't take us long to get back on our feet ourselves." Brick said confidently, and Him grinned evilly at him, raising his claw in a threatening manner.

"Your are indebted to me, boy, and I can and will make you lose everything, if you don't do as your Ma says." He growled, leaning closer to Brick, who glared deeply at him. "And I mean everything." He added in a menacing snarl. His claws clicked together.

And suddenly, Boomer was coughing, and choking and spluttering. He was clutching at his throat and struggling to catch his breath again.

"Boomer?" Brick cried, running over to him as fast as he could. Butch, who was stood beside him was whacking him on the back as hard as he could muster.

"Boomer! Fuck, breathe!" Brick exclaimed, whacking him on the back too. Boomer shook his head, panic evident in his eyes as he tried fruitlessly to catch his breath once again.

Him watched Butch and Brick trying to help their brother with a small, devious smile on his face. Boomer's face was growing blue. Brick caught Him's eye during his panic to revive his brother, and he scowled at him.

"Stop it! Just stop it, now!" Brick yelled, and Him smiled, cocking his chin high as he watched. "You were supposed to leave them alone!"

"You know what I need to hear from you, Brick." Him drawled in a soft voice.

Brick glanced back at Boomer, who was slowly weakening, turning bluer and looking closer and closer to -

"Brick, do something!" Butch exclaimed, fear freezing him in place suddenly.

Brick looked from Boomer, to Him, then back at Boomer, who Butch was now holding up.

"OKAY! Okay, FINE!" Brick roared. "I'll do whatever you want, just make it stop!"

Him smiled, appeased, and clicked his claws together. Boomer took a huge gulp of air, breathing rapidly, the colour coming back to his face.

"Fuck…" Butch breathed as Boomer steadied his breathing.

"What… The hell, Him?" Boomer breathed.

"Nothing personal Boomer. I just needed your so called fearless leader to see just how much he has to do as I tell him to. I have power you could only dream of, and I know exactly how to use it. So, we have a deal?" Him questioned. Brick was staring daggers at him.

"I said we'd do whatever you wanted didn't I?" Brick spat, and Him grinned like a schoolgirl.

"Oh my boys, that's great! I'm so pleased you made an informed decision." Him oozed, getting comfortable once again in his invisible chair.

"You made us agree!" Butch said angrily, and Him shook his head.

"It was in all of your best interests to agree. Now, to begin with, I have some organising to do. We need to get you all enrolled at Townsville High school first thing -"

"Wait, what?!" Brick asked sharply.

"School?!" Butch yelped. "I'm not going to fucking school."

"Yes you are. In order to get to know the girls and get close, you need to be around them in a more friendly environment. You need to be perfectly behaved, ordinary, reformed young men. You need to learn their weaknesses. What makes them tick? And not just minor things, like for instance, Blossom's need to succeed. That isn't enough on it's own to break her. Plus, I've tried that one before… You need to be dedicated; you won't crack this overnight. You need to befriend them in order to learn what I need to know to break them down." Him explained.

"Why though?" Butch asked.

"Well that would be telling!" Him smiled evilly.

"School? We've never been to school." Boomer said, the entire idea of it scaring him a little.

"No, but normal teenage boys, who have turned over a new leaf, go to school. You're doing it for you, not them. That's all they need to hear, anyway. You need to be convincing and you need to be friendly." Him explained.

Brick's eyes widened and he shook his head rapidly. "No. No, I'm not doing this. Going to school, with them, is one thing, but being nice to them? Befriending them? Her? No. Absolutely not."

"You don't have a choice Brick. You're all going to go to school, and you're all going to be exemplary young men. Now, you have until the end of the school year. And I'm going to assume I needn't remind you of the consequences of disobeying me." Boomer swallowed hard. "Break them down, painfully slow. I will be back to visit soon." The last two sentences came out in a beastly boom. Him began to disintegrate, his voice seeming far as he went. "I'll be in touch in the morning with your first instructions. Be sure to be up bright and early, you don't want to miss school." He growled, and with that he was gone as suddenly as he had appeared.

The boys stood in their living room, almost stunned into silence. Brick scoffed, shaking his head and muttering how ridiculous it was.

"School?" Butch spoke, breaking the quiet. "In the morning? Seriously?"

"Are we going to do what he says Brick?" Boomer murmured, and Brick frowned at him.

"Nothing is going to happen to any of us." Brick replied, not answering Boomer's question. Boomer gave him a slightly frantic look.

"We have to do as he says or he'll kill us!" Boomer cried.

"He wouldn't have really done it." Brick answered him, not a hint of worry in his voice.

"Then how come you caved? If you didn't believe he was going to kill me, why did you agree to his orders?" Boomer asked, but Brick ignored him, not wanting to admit that he'd had no choice.

"He fucking would have done it Brick, and he will do it if we don't do what he wants. It's only school, I mean, surely it won't be that bad." Boomer proposed, hovering into their kitchen to get himself a drink; his throat was so dry.

"To be fair, Him is full of shit half the time. He's so fucking powerful yet he can't even defeat the Powerpuff girls, and he's wanted us to do it for him for years.. Now he reckons he can do it but STILL needs our help." Butch said, raising his hand for Boomer to chuck him a can of soda.

"But we can't defeat the Powerpuffs either. We've been trying for years. I mean, what is the point in it anymore anyway?" Boomer said with a shrug. Brick glanced at his blonde brother. "Personally, I don't care what they do."

"Aww, you soft sack of shit. Maybe school is where you belong." Butch teased, and Boomer narrowed his eyes at him.

"Maybe you're right. Anyway, you're gunna love going to school." Boomer said as he popped his can of cola open. Butch gave him a confused look.

"Why the fuck would I like school?" He questioned.

"Because there's girls there." Boomer said simply, and suddenly Butch's face lit up.

"Holy shit. I forgot about that. You know Brick, this might not be that bad. In fact, it might even be fun." Butch said, his tune totally changed.

Brick rolled his eyes. "So the idea of cosying up to Buttercup seems fun to you? He wants us to befriend them, remember? Befriend them." Brick said severely, trying to get them to see how catastrophic this was. He got two vacant looks back.

Boomer shook his head suddenly. "I don't want to be apart of whatever his plan is. Like I said, I have no interest in destroying them anymore. I'm just, so over it."

"Well, we just follow it enough so he thinks we're doing what he wants. It's not like he can control us. It'll be fine. Fun even, I bet. If Him tries some funny stuff again, we beat the shit out of him, right Brick?"

Brick was quiet, contemplating what had just happened. Him's words, even Boomer's words, were running through his head. His brothers got bored of waiting for a reply, turning back to the TV. Brick looked out the window, thinking deeply. His brothers were safe, as long as he did as Him wanted, it seemed. But they didn't know that, and Him had just practically threatened to kill Boomer there and then.. He wondered if all this was a big mistake waiting to happen. Not that Him had given him much choice to comply.

Bubbles sat in her physics class, daydreaming the hour away. Glancing out the window every now and then, she tried not to clock watch too much.

She watched the brown leaves swirl around in the breeze, curling into the air with the wind. It had been a rather cold October this year, which meant a freezing Christmas no doubt.

From the classroom she sat in, she could watch all the teachers and students filtering in and out of the school by the entrance. She amused herself for a few minutes by identifying whom it was walking by in her head.

Mrs. Sharp, Mr. Turnbull, Mr. Index, Mrs. Bouffet, Lydia Stackleton, Mr. Rong, Mojo Jojo – Wait, what?!

She rubbed her eyes and shook her head a little to see if she were imagining things. But sure enough, he was being frog marched into the school with Brick, Butch and Boomer behind him, the three boys lagging quite a long way behind him, she added.

Had she just imagined that? That 4 of her arch enemies had just wandered into her school?

She grabbed her notebook and ripped a page out of it quickly, scrawling down what she'd just seen, missing out the love hearts on top of her i's, it was that important. Luckily this was one of the few classes she shared with Blossom (yeah, she had no idea how that had happened either).

She watched as the note passed along to Blossom's desk, who looked at it questionably, looking around to see who it was from. When her eyes met Bubbles she rolled them slightly, but the urgent look on Bubbles' face made her open the note anyway.

Just seen RRB and Mojo enter the building?! What do we do?! Bubbles xxx

Blossom's eyes widened upon reading this. She cleared her throat loudly and stood up.

"Sorry to interrupt Mr. Tiller, but it seems we have some business to attend to..." She announced. He nodded listlessly, and carried on writing on the board. Blossom nodded in Bubbles' directions and she got up too.

As soon as the classroom door they had just left closed, Bubbles exploded.

"What the hell are they doing here?!" she exclaimed.

"You definitely saw them come in?" Blossom asked, and Bubbles nodded rapidly.

"Yes! I mean I thought I was seeing things at first but I definitely saw them! Why are they here?!"

"I don't know," Blossom said with a hard look. "but we'll get to the bottom of this."

After assembling a raging Buttercup, they headed to the Principal's office.

Blossom raised her hand to knock on the door, but Buttercup threw it open anyway, almost pulling it off its hinges.

"Oh, hello girls, I'm a little preoccupied at the moment, what seems to be the problem?" Principal Dixon asked from his desk, looking bemused.

"The problem is sitting at your desk!" Buttercup yelled, glaring at Butch. He had a grin on his face, and his shoulders squared, ready to go. Brick put his hand against his chest, stopping him from doing anything of the sort. "What the hell is going on?! What are they DOING here?!"

Blossom glared at her sister quickly, then raised an eyebrow pointedly. "I think what my sister is trying to say, Principal Dixon, is-"

"What are they DOING here?!" Bubbles cried, interrupting Blossom. She looked to her blonde sister with a look of great annoyance, and Bubbles blushed softly.

"Oh, sorry!"

"Waheyy, nice uniforms!" Butch interrupted, grinning as he almost slobbered over the girls' outfits.

The girls looked down, Bubbles' and Blossom's cheeks reddening slightly.

"Yes," Principal Dixon said, clearing his throat. "I was just about to come to that boys, you may have noticed that we do indeed have a uniform here at Townsville High, as the girls are demonstrating. Female uniform is the school dress and jumper or cardigan." He said, gesturing over to the white, black and red plaid knee length dresses Bubbles and Blossom wore, the school crest emblazoned above their breast, next to the wide white collar. "And the male uniform is black trousers, white shirt with a tie, of the same plaid as the dresses, with a jumper or cardigan, all in the schools colours of course." He looked proudly at the uniforms; his idea to crack down on the scantily clad young ladies, and young men wandering around with their bottoms hanging out of their jeans.

"Then why is she dressed like a dude then?" Butch smirked, pointing in Buttercup's direction, who folded her arms in annoyance.

"Yes, Buttercup does like to bend the school uniform rules, much to all the staff's displeasure. She will come in wearing the female uniform the day hell freezes over, or so she has told me." He looked at Buttercup's black trousers, white shirt and tie with disgust, her cardigan slung over her shoulders. "Mrs. Finn will take you to the uniform shop before you take your tour."

Buttercup rolled her eyes. "It's not fair that just because I'm female I have to wear a dress - can we get back to the point in hand please?!"

The Principal sighed. "I thought this might become a problem. Look girls, I can't turn an education down for students, no matter what their history. The boys here have turned a new page, and are just seeking an education now. Don't you think they deserve that?"

"Turned a new page?" Bubbles questioned, looking to the three boys, who all looked like this was the last place they wanted to be currently.

They nodded, somewhat half heartedly. Blossom stared at Brick, he didn't even want to meet her line of vision. Even Mojo looked like he wasn't there by choice. Probably due to the fact that only days ago he was destroying downtown and aiming a laser gun at the girls' heads.

The girls were not buying it for a second. "Do you think we were born yesterday?" Blossom simply asked.

"He may have fell for this, but we won't." Buttercup snapped.

"Brick, Butch and Boomer deserve a chance to redeem themselves. They have come here off their own backs and brought their father along. They start officially tomorrow morning. They'll just be touring, getting their uniform and sorting their timetables today, maybe sitting in on a couple of classes to get the feel of the place. You three better not cause any issues while they settle in. Here at Townsville High we welcome anyone, we do not discriminate."

Buttercup scoffed. "You take all you can get more like."

"Buttercup!" Principal Dixon reprimanded.

Buttercup scowled, but Blossom and Bubbles were shocked when they realized the Principal was referring to them not causing trouble tomorrow.

"This is insane, Principal Dixon. They are obviously up to something; they were causing trouble down at the park just yesterday! It's unsafe; think of the other students that attend here. How is it fair on them to have three massive threats wandering around their school?!" Blossom said, trying to get him to see sense. But his mind was made up.

Brick scoffed, shaking his head. Blossom glared at him but he still didn't look at her.

"They start tomorrow. Now I think you three have classes to attend?" The Principal stated, nodding towards the door.

Blossom gave her Principal an appalled look, and Brick looked up at her now. As much as he didn't want to be there, he had to admit seeing her look all antagonised like that was satisfying. Blossom scowled at him, before turning and leaving the Principal's office without another word.

"Great, now we can't even get away from them three while we're at school!" Buttercup grumbled before the Principal's door was even closed.

"What do you think they're playing at?" Bubbles squeaked, fiddling with the buttons of her cardigan.

Blossom was just as aggravated as Buttercup, which was saying something. She didn't know what they had planned, and she didn't like it. It just made her think of the peculiar feeling she'd felt for a few weeks. Knowing that tomorrow morning, he'd be there, all three of them would be there, she really didn't like it.

"Follow me." Blossom commanded, shooting through the corridors, her sisters behind her without question. They flew to the entrance of the school, waiting just round the corner.

"Blossom, our physics class is right there!" Bubbles hissed, gesturing over to the class of bored students watching Mr. Tiller lifelessly pointing at the board.

Blossom didn't reply; she just focused her eyes along the corridors windows, watching Mojo shuffling along, without his sons.

As soon as he got to the entrance of the school, Blossom appeared from around the corner, seizing him by the scruff of his neck.

"What are you up to Mojo?" Blossom demanded, as Mojo Jojo wiggled his dangling legs in an attempt to get free.

"Stop! Cease and desist! I refuse to be treated this way! I have NO input in this whatsoever, which is to say that –" He began his usual verbal diarrhea, but Buttercup interrupted him, for which her sisters were thankful for.

"What do you mean you have no input? We're not dumb you know!" She bellowed angrily.

"What are they doing here?" Bubbles cried.

"Things are about to get pretty messy if you don't spill." Blossom said, hardening her glare and bringing him closer to her face.

"I promise I have no idea! They arrived at my house, deciding they wanted me as their father figure again for the next few days while they enrolled. I have nothing to do with this! Lord knows they don't listen to me anymore! I have no idea what they are planning, devising, concocting or –"

"More spilling, less babbling Mojo." Blossom said tiresomely.

"The only thing I can imagine, or conceive that they are doing is trying to get closer to you girls, to discover your inner weaknesses in your day to day lives. Which is to say that they want to- ooft!" Blossom dropped him onto his face and turned to her sisters.

"We wait and see what they're up to tomorrow," Blossom decided, and her sisters nodded. "but be ready for anything girls, cos I would not put it past them to start a fight in the school yard, or even the classroom. Don't let them get close. Just, watch out, okay?"

"I think I'm losing it." Brick muttered as they entered their apartment. "How could I let Him make us go to fucking school? Man that was bleak, and it was only orientation. How shit is a whole day going to be?"

Butch slammed the door behind him. "It was pretty shit. But not all bad. I mean I had no idea that school had uniform. Think it's the first time I've worn a tie like, ever? The work side of it is pretty crappy though. We've managed to make it to age 17, without having to go to any kind of school, and now all of a sudden, we need an education?"

"We're not going for an education, are we? Anyway, going to a school for a few months might be good for you Butch, there's always the slim possibility it could teach you how to interact with others." Brick said, standing in front of the TV, his patience wearing thin after having to be in close proximity to Blossom for a portion of the day. He'd forgot about how hard that was without slamming her head against something. He outwardly groaned at the thought of spending the whole day around her, 5 days a week.

Butch rolled his eyes. "Whatever man, I do think this is the most ridiculous plan Him has ever come up with. Why would I wanna get close to any fucking Powerpuff? Like, friendship close?"

"Surprising, coming from you, Butch. You're normally interested in anything remotely female." Brick observed, sitting down on the sofa next to Boomer, his voice indifferent.

Butch snorted. "True, but not Buttercup, she's like a dude. I mean, take the uniform for crying out loud! That is one sweet little dress they put the girls in, her sisters looked mega fuckable in it, yet she's stood there in trousers and a shirt!"

"You gotta admit the tie on a girl looked kinda hot though." Boomer added, to which Butch nodded reluctantly.

"Still, the only time I'm looking at her body is to find a place to hit it."

Boomer rolled his eyes. "Oh whatever, Butch. You can't look at any female without staring at her boobies." He chuckled afterwards.

Butch grinned. "Yeah, and Buttercup does have boobs, I've found em." He waggled his eyebrows.

Boomer laughed loudly. "So what do we do when we get, you know, close? And what exactly is close?" He asked, looking at his redheaded brother.

"Fucks knows what Him has planned. It all seems fucking stupid to me. How the hell I'm gunna befriend Blossom Utonium I have no idea, she's unbearable. I never thought I'd be fucking saying this but, just keep your heads down for now, and play it cool. Which means no picking fights with them, just be normal high school students. At least this way we won't have them on our backs as well as Him. Or as much, I guess."

"So, is that it now? Does this mean we're done fighting with them?" Boomer asked, and Brick couldn't help but notice how hopeful he sounded. But he chose to ignore it.

He glanced at the spot where the bandage on his arm lay under his new black school jumper. He nodded his head yes. "For now, yes, I suppose. We can't be fighting them and expecting them to believe we're serious students at school.. Plus we'd get booted out I imagine, for any kind of extracurricular bad behaviour… This will just have to be how it is until I can figure out how to shake Him off our backs."

"Do you think we can shake Him off our backs?" Boomer questioned.

"Of course." Brick answered without missing a beat. But Boomer could see the slight hint of uncertainty, or possibly even worry, in his red brother's expression.

Blossom stared blankly into the distance, as she sat in the bedroom she shared with her sisters. She could hear them talking in the background, but her mind was on overdrive, thinking about the horrible feeling of worry she was harboring, as she tried to figure out what the boys were up to.

"Blossom! Blossom?" Bubbles exclaimed. Blossom shook her head, breaking free of her reverie, and looking at Bubbles.

"What?"

"I said, so what do we do now?" Bubbles repeated.

"Oh, well Mojo said they were more than likely trying to learn our weaknesses to use them against us. So, don't show any weakness, in any way, shape or form. Just, don't talk to them; don't socialize around them. Give them absolutely no ammunition." Blossom instructed.

"So basically, do nothing? You expect us to do nothing?! No way, I'm not just going to sit back and pretend they're not there." Buttercup cried.

Blossom sighed. "I'm not suggesting we do nothing, that's the last thing I want you to do! Of course we are going to watch them, we're going to watch them like hawks! If you've got one in your class you watch them. If you've got two in your class you watch them both! Or all of them! Watch for anything that could give them away. And do not reveal anything!"

"Well that goes without saying." Buttercup said, rolling her eyes.

"We might have to talk to them though, if we get sat with them or something. I can imagine the teachers will want us to keep an eye on them too." Bubbles added.

Blossom groaned at the thought of sitting with Brick in a lesson.

"At least you don't have Butch to tail. God knows he's the creepiest, most irritating of them all." Buttercup grumbled as she stood up.

"Brick may not be as creepy as Butch, but he's probably the worst of the bunch, he's so dark and moody." Blossom muttered, folding her arms across her chest.

Bubbles shrugged innocently. "I bet Boomer will be a breeze, he doesn't have much to say whenever we fight, he mostly makes stupid would be offensive jokes. God, the girls in our year are going to have a field day with these three."

Buttercup scoffed. "I know right, I'd take a wild guess that the ruffs will too."

Blossom furrowed her brow, dreading the day that was to come.

"Anyway, I'm off to meet the boys." Buttercup said, grabbing her bag and slinging it onto her shoulder. "Later."

Bubbles and Blossom bid her goodbye, and together they got on with this week's physics homework, Blossom eager to tear her mind off the impending day, Bubbles eager to not get behind again.

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