Blossom's eyes fluttered open, the harsh sunlight slightly singeing her retinas. She turned to her alarm clock that currently read 6:05 am, groaning closing her strawberry colored eyes. then throwing her warm bed cover from her now cold body. Sitting up Blossom ran a hand through her long mandarin locks, unknotting it slightly with her fingers.

Removing herself from the bed, Blossom turned to look at herself in the long, floor length mirror by her overly pink covered bed. She raised herself on her tiptoes, then lowered herself as she examined her reflection closer. Blossom stood at a good 5'5", taller than her younger sister Bubbles, but shorter than Buttercup, the middle child of the three.

Her hair was a soft, peachy, orange that went far past her waist and ended around the middle of her thigh. Freckles dotted Blossom's skin like water on a car's window on a rainy day, and her eyes were like the pinkest roses in bloom, soft and sweet. Soberly her puckered her lips like a fish, then solemnly laughed to herself.

Bodywise she wasn't thinnest nor particularly full, just in between, just how she liked it. Her thighs touched each other slightly, and her wider than average highs, curving into a smaller than average waist, giving her an almost perfect hourglass figure. Bust wise, her boobs weren't too big or too small, a good C cup-right in the middle.

Currently however, her complexion consisted of strong bags under her eyes from constantly fighting one of the most annoying groups of villains she and her sisters had ever met-The Rowdyruff boys.

Sure they weren't the exact same as they were when they were five, but they all were able to get on her nerves just the same as back then. Especially their leader Brick. A cold as ice kinda guy, who had zero respect for anyone or anything, and probably had a borderline god complex. That wouldn't even surprise Blossom in the slightest, boy had the worst "I'm better than you in every aspect possible and I know it" attitude she'd ever seen. And when wasn't all cold he acted like a bratty child! The boy was seventeen for christs sake! He claimed to be mature and whatnot but Blossom doubted it with all her might, his only maturity was in his appearance and voice. The second that first shield came down his true nature was exposed.

But as much as she'd rant about him, Blossom always looked sad when he came into topic. Not angry as she probably should have been. It always felt like the two never really revealed what they were really thinking. About anyone, not just each other.

Putting all those pestering thoughts aside, she turned her attention to a more important topic for the morning, getting ready for school. Taking a quick 15 minute shower, she grabbed a pre-made outfit; a grey sweater with a pink collared shirt poking out of it, and a red gingham skirt, then went downstairs to greet her sisters.

Bubbles, the youngest of the three, sat on the left of the kitchen table and was texting on her phone. She looked up as Blossom arrived though and took her attention off her phone.

"Good morning! Your outfit cute today Blossy ", she smiled at her sister, then continued to tap away, obviously engrossed in whatever conversation she was having before her sister arrived.

Buttercup was seated in the middle as she sipped her coffee, nodding at Blossom when she noticed her sister, then returning to stare blankly into the beverage. Blossom smiled back and

went to the fridge, grabbing a yogurt, and sitting down on the right side of the table to eat her breakfast.

"FUCK, BOOMER!", a shout woke a certain grumpy redhead who jolted awake, hands clutching his blanket tightly as his eyes darted around the room, searching for the source of the startling noise. Whoever, and by whoever he mean his brothers, were about to get one hell of a beating when he got to them. Throwing the thick duvet off of his bed and jumping off said bed, he swiftly exited the room and stomped into the living room/kitchen combo.

"Why on GOD'S GREEN EARTH ARE YOU TWO MAKING ALL THIS RACKET AT 6 A FUCKING M?!" Brick boomed, his fist colliding with the wall denting-it.

"Maybe there wouldn't be such a racket if someone knew how to properly play this fucking game. Cough cough Boomer." Butch responded unfaltered by his brother's rage.

"What?! Brick i have no idea what he's fucking talking about, it ain't my fault he didn't explain squat to me." Boomer piped back as he kicked Butch, who fell off the couch he had been laying upside down on.

"FUCK", Butch shouted as his head collided with the carpeted floor.

"Shut. the. HELL. UP" Brick shouted back as he smacked both of his siblings on the head. He turned to leave but swiveled back around to face his brothers, eyes narrowed and glaring a deep red. "If i hear this kinda shit again at this early, you're both dead meat, understand? Why are you even playing video games this early anyways?"

He paused and then stopped in his tracks, "Actually don't answer that because I don't want to the idiocy that'll come out of your mouths to kill anymore of my brain cells that i've already lost."

"Yes sir." Butch and Boomer responded, tones slightly frightened as their elder brother retreated back to his room.

Closing his door, Brick pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled.

It was enough he had to deal with and worry about those two; one specific and rather annoying girl was becoming a significant nuisance in his life. That pink eyed bitch thought she knew everything, thinking she had him figured all out by now, how fucking dumb was that? Blossom didn't know squat, no matter how smart and superior she thought she was, all she really was naive and ignorant to any problems Brick actually had. That didn't matter she didn't even need to know his problems, and whatever had happened in their past could stay there for all he cared.

Taking a second to look in his half-shattered bathroom mirror, Brick noticed dark circles forming beneath his eyes and over his already present eye bags. It was like a two for one deal up in there. His figure was beginning to deteriorate, and it wasn't the best look for the teen.

Despite that Brick Jojo wasn't bad for what he had going on, look wise that is. Standing at 6'4" he was the tallest of the siblings, fitting for the eldest- but it wasn't a large gap from his brothers. His thick, dark, orange marmalade hair, was now down to his mid back and probably could use a trim. The freckles on his skin were intense, like a wind storm that left dirt all over your window, almost covering the whole damn thing, but not quite, so you could just see each and every individual speck. He grinned smugly as he stretched his arms out, sockets popping.

Stature wise, he was fit, being a part time criminal and all that's the kinda figure you get over time, but not bodybuilder ripped and that was a-okay with him. Those guys looked freaky to him anyway, shit wasn't natural. His jaw was sharp yet subtle, fitting nice to his naturally stern and cold face. Brick's wine, almost mahogany red eyes struck out from the rest of himself, creating a demeanor no one else could quite accomplish. They were intimidating and that's how he liked them, but now they were starting to seem tired and worn. In fact Brick was starting to look tired and worn, and he saw too well for his own comfort and pride.

Maybe a shower would help whatever the hell was happening to him, pulling on his face he yawned.

30 minutes later, and he was out and putting on a crisp, freshly pressed red button up; a pair of black ripped jeans and a pair of worn low top vans (with flames obviously). Brick also had ditched the whole idea of a makeshift ponytail today, and instead put on his signature red baseball cap on top of his mane of hair. The shower hadn't really helped in all honesty for his mind, but at least he was clean.

His brothers' were finishing their own breakfasts' when he returned to the common room, silence was the only noise in the room as they looked up. Brick grabbed a granola bar to settle for being behind schedule. The room couldn't more more uncomfortable if they had tried to make it that way, Brick cursed under his breath. "Stop being such damn cowards and man up. We're the ROWDYruff boys, so start being rowdy and stop with the bullshit!" His gaze met theirs and their faces lit up, eyes sparking with inspiration.

Soon they were heading out, Brick swinging his car keys around his finger and humming, his brothers close behind bags in hand.

As Blossom pulled into the parking lot, her car was met by a certain red one; well met wasn't quite the right word, more like collided straight into a certain red one as soon as she tried to pull into the entrance of the lot. She heard a surprised grunt from the backseat and felt her sister crash into her seat, Buttercup was definitely tough enough but this car wasn't, she had to check out the damage.

"What the fuck?! I mean-What the fuck Pinky?! Watch where the hell you're going", Brick shouted frustrated as he exited his own car.

"Watch where I'm going? How about you watch where you're going Brick!" Blossom retorted as she gasped. Brick exhaled as he pinched his nose. The car's fronts had been significantly dented, Brick's moreso, but Blossom's car now had a large crack in the headlight. "Jesus christ! You couldn't have hit my car any harder Brick?" Blossom groaned.

"Well jesus christ back, because you hit mine pretty fucking hard too Pinky. I mean you might as well have gone and just taken out my whole bumper while you were at it?" Bricks voice had started to raise as he glared at his counterpart. "I hope you understand you're gonna pay for this shit, cuz this ain't my fault."

"Well it isn't mine either! I don't know why you think all of a sudden it's my fault that you rammed into my car and cracked my headlight, but you're dead wrong mister, I'm not paying for this!" Blossom said, her voice irritated as she closed in on Brick.

"Yeah, yeah because you could never do anything wrong? Tell me sweetie, am I wrong? Or are you just right as usual?" Brick sneered as he pushed Blossoms shoulder- shoving her back slightly from him.

"First of all-thats not true so don't even start, and second of all keep your hands off me or else," Blossom said, raising herself to meet Brick's eyes-her own glowing a bright pink from her frustration with the teen boy.

Brick laughed, "I'm so scared- what are you gonna do? Lecture me?" he flicked her nose and grinned, arrogance spread across his smug face.

"No I'm not going to lecture you, because anything I say you won't even be able to understand with a brain so inept as your own." Blossom crossed her arms and turned away from him and started floating away, she could be mature about this situation anyday, and anytime. But Brick couldn't be, he yanked Blossoms ponytail, and threw her down to the ground. Blossom flipped herself up-kicking Brick in the stomach on her way up, propelling him back into a nearby stop sign. "Grow up Brick," she sneered as she fixed her ponytail. A red beam shot at her, but she quickly moved out of the way, only to be shot at again. Brick had pulled himself up and now was in the air, fuming, quite literally with fire and with anger. Soon Blossom was dodging both fire and eye beams-and shooting her rouge eye beams back, followed with ice.

The car door slammed and soon there was shouting behind her, quickly turning her head away Blossom now saw Buttercup and Butch going at it. She couldn't focus on that though, because Brick was on her again sending furious punches at her face. She crossed her arms above her face, trying to block out of majority of the hits. Blossom kicked him off of her body. Looking up he was in the air this time. Blossom flew up to him and grabbed Brick by the collar, flinging him in the direction of the ocean, then chasing after him to finish the job. Instead of staying to fight however, Brick flew away, above the ocean. It wasn't like Blossom could just let him leave, this fight wasn't over! So she flew right after him, letting herself follow towards the wide body of water.

Suddenly, as she closed in on him, Brick turned around and grabbed Blossom by her shirt-flinging her towards a small island beneath the pair. She hit the ground full force and yelped in pain-the wind knocked out from her lungs. Blossom rolled over and braced for impact anticipating that Brick would strike yet again when she was down. But instead she heard a crash and opened her eyes- Brick wasn't about to suckerpunch her, instead he was yelling and cursing in pain on the sand, clutching his arm. Blossom coughed and she slowly sat up, her attempt to breathe resulting in shallow gasps for air as she tried her best to speak. "B-Brick?" She stuttered out as she tried to steady herself on the sandy beach, her hands slipping into the fine grains.

"WHAT." Brick snapped his eyes sending daggers at Blossom as he attempted to lift himself up. Trying to put weight on the damaged goods known as his arm, Brick winced and let out a low and raspy groan.

Blossom took a deep breath, "Where are we?" she asked her voice shaky.

"I don't know, jesus christ SHUT UP." Brick glared harder, as if he was trying to achieve something more. His face scrunched as he focused harder and harder, then he bit his lip and let out an angry yell, "urrrRRRGGG FUCK", he fell back on the sand defeated.

"Would you shut up?" Blossom groaned and stood up. She nudged Brick with her boot and he glared at her again, his eyes opening more this time. A shudder of light left them then fizzed out. "Brick? Did you just try and shoot me just now?" she crouched down next to him and tried for herself. Nothing happened. Brick grunted angrily as he pulled himself finally off the ground clutching his arm.

"I'm done here Pinky, nice fight and all but Ms. Keane's gonna kill my ass if I skip classes again. Not to mention I have to fix this arm now. Fix your powers or whatever and i'll see you later." Brick said, he stood still for a moment then blinked. Blossom still shocked by her own powers malfunctioning only stood like a deer in the headlights watching Brick. He jumped up this time, "Oh my fucking god, OH MY FUCKING GOD." He kicked the sand and crossed his arms, then threw them up in the air, frustrated.

"What are you so upset about?!" Blossom shouted her brows furrowed as she snapped out of her trance.

"In case you it hasn't gotten through your thick skull Pinky, we've lost our powers! And! We're stuck on a goddamn island in the middle of nowhere!' Brick shouted smoke billowing out of his nose as his anger rose. Blossom's face went pale as she fell to her knees.

"Shit"

Buttercup was already pissed that morning. She'd woken up that morning; stubbed her toe, hit her head, and burnt her tongue on her coffee. All of that combined with Bubbles blasting some random white girl pop music on the aux cord was not a good combination. The crow-haired girl had given up paying attention to anything at that point, instead she was occupied with trying to get more sleep than the measly 4 hours from last night.

That wasn't an easy task however when there was music blasting in the car, and Buttercup's head getting jostled around, hitting the car's window every 20 seconds. Blossom could have been the best driver in the world, but that wouldn't change the fact that Townsville had too many potholes. Buttercup was persevering through, she had an athletic bag full of pillows and blankets ready for a visit to the janitor's closet that was calling her name. She closed her eyes and tried to adjust her head on the window, sleep could come if she just willed it. Eventually her eyelids started to get heavy and she internally sighed in relief.

A certain raven-haired boy had been waking her up every morning at 3 a.m., which is always a good recipe for disaster for the pair. To give him credit, if any, Butch knew how to piss a girl off. But before Buttercup had the chance to let sleep whisk her away, she heard a crash and the car halted.

Her face collided with the driver's seat, and she heard Blossom open the car door, followed by shouting. Sure just forget the middle child, that's cool. Buttercup lifted herself off the floor and looked out the window to see her sister with a certain carrothead going at it. She groaned and turned to her other sister, who looked overly concerned at the moment.

"Chill Bubs, all they're gonna do is yell it out for a minute, then Ms. Keane or someone will come out and haul them away like they always do." Bubbles gasped and pointed causing Buttercup to whisk around to Blossom. Brick had grabbed her ponytail and thrown her straight to the ground. Buttercup turned to her sister again. "It's fine, I'll handle this." She reassured her, and exited the car, bags in hand.

Unfortunately for Buttercup someone else had just left their car too. He grabbed her arm as she tried to advance towards her sister. "Let go Butch", she said whisking her arm out of his grasp.

"Hey, hey, hey, chill. It's better for you to let them fight it out" he cooed, and moved in front of her, blocking the path to the fight happening in front of the pair.

"Move it pencildick, I don't care what you think is best, I'm not letting him get any further with this fight." Buttercup pushed past him, but again he grabbed her arm, this time harder. Forcefully pulling her back, he moved his face close to hers.

"I said chill," Butch growled, but Buttercup's gaze only hardened towards his face. What happened next was definitely not not intentional. Did she mean to punch him in the face? Or throw him straight into the ground? Well, yes. But he could have stayed down, instead he got back up and that wasn't Buttercups fault!

Butch, now pissed, swung his fist towards Buttercup, she ducked, narrowly avoiding what could have been a nasty punch. However she didn't dodge Butch's foot lodging itself into her stomach. Buttercup yelped as she fell down to the ground, clutching her stomach. She cried out in pain as Butch lifted her up in his arms, bridal style. "See look at how calm we can be when we aren't angry," he laughed as he mockingly rocked her back and forth as she tried to regain the wind that had been knocked out of her system. Butch stopped just for a second though, and Buttercup heard him curse under his breath. She might have been able to hear it better, or even see what he was mad about if she wasn't so tired, wasn't in so much pain, and wasn't in Butch's arms that hadn't stopped rocking her. But she saw them, those stupid garnet and rouge streaks in the air before she fell asleep.

Butch glanced down at the withered girl in his arms, then to his brother in the sky. It couldn't hurt to follow him, after all someone had to bring Brick back when Blossom beat his ass.

The garnet and rouge went on for awhile in the sky, until Butch saw them crash onto an island. For fucks sake. He lowered himself down, until about 4 feet where suddenly he fell. Luckily for him it wasn't that bad and he'd been able to land on his feet.

Then he remember the girl he'd brought with him. This wasn't good, for starters he'd probably have to give her to Blossom (if he could catch her before she went back) then have to explain why he had her sister, OR if he couldn't catch her, he'd have to drag Brick and Buttercup back together and that just didn't seem appealing today. The whole situation just seemed like so much work with little to gain.

He'd just take her back and come back, no harm done. He jumped up, then blinked. This definitely wasn't good.

Laying Buttercup down on the sand he sat next to her and put his head in his hands, groaning. Today was not going to be a good day.

When she saw both of her sisters fly away, Bubbles finally exited the car. This really wasn't good. Her stomach dropped as she grabbed her bags, the entire situation was giving her a bad feeling. Boomer had left his brother's car and she could tell he felt the same as she did. He didn't even make a joke, his face was cold and worried, as he pulled the strap of his guitar over his shoulder. Bubbles ran her hand through her short daffodil- colored bangs.

"We should probably follow them, to make sure they're okay" she said aloud.

Boomer didn't say anything just turned and flew. So she followed, and observed. He didn't seem like he wanted to fight her at the moment. He had lots of time after all, and was most likely more concerned about his brothers like she was for her sisters.

They flew over townsville; past her home, the old kindergarten, past the new, shiny highschool, past the mayor's office, then they reached the ocean. But he didn't stop, nor did the streaks of Juniper, garnet, and rouge. She saw the apple and blush streaks crash and juniper land somewhere nearby.

Boomer went right after those streaks, and soon his navy had fallen in the sand. Again she followed and her own cyan fell soon after as she dropped from the air to the beach below. The canary-haired boy was already up and trying to fly, but to no avail. Bubbles stomach sank and tears started to well in her eyes. This couldn't be happening, she couldn't be stuck here!

Boomer whipped around the see the crying blonde behind him who had looked up him, eyes puffy and sad as her lip trembled. "Jesus, it's not even that bad. We just have to find out siblings and we'll be home soon. So stop crying jesus." Boomer finished, normally he'd crack a joke or something but he himself was a bit frazzled at the situation.

"You're awful at comforting a girl." Bubbles pouted as she pulled herself up and wiped away her tears. Boomer shoved his hands into his pockets as turned his head away, he didn't even have to say anything, but he did. Wasn't that enough? He may be bad, but at least he had made an attempt to comfort her.

The silence broke as he heard a scream nearby. Boomer's head popped up in that direction as he listened to where it came from. Someone was nearby, and unless there was a whole tribe or some shit on this island, it had to be one of his brothers.