Disclaimer: I'm only going to say this once. I do not own the Powerpuff Girls Z universe and am not making a profit off this. The only "profit" I'm making is improving my writing skills and having fun writing this.

A/N: Yes, I know this is under romance but there will be much more than that. I'm planning to put in action, angst, and (hopefully) some humor. The main pairing is a lesbian one (by the way, don't like girlxgirl leave and don't comment please) but there will also be het.

I've always had trouble writing multi-chaptered stories. I loose interest easy or I procrastinate. My goal in writing this is to finish it. So feel free to poke me with an email if I slack off for a month or two.

Last Symphony

Prologue: Incidental music
background music for a play, movie or television show. It sets the mood and illustrates the action for a play;unnoticed

She peers curiously at the mirror and wonders what is wrong with her. Her hair is cherry red and long. It gets in her way but she refuses to cut it, believing boys like girls with a luscious mane of hair. Her skin is clear, though not as smooth as she would prefer, and her teeth are straight, only they would look better if she didn't eat as many sweets.

"Is it because... I'm not pretty enough?" she asks her reflection and Miyako comes to mind.

Miyako's hair isn't as long as her's, yet she has lifetimes' worth of admirers. Her skin feels like wisps of down feathers compared to Momoko's. Kaoru is anything but soft on the outside but her slew of fangirls don't care- it makes her more attractive. Himeko stands out from the rest of the girls also. She doesn't need long locks, smooth skin, or a rough exterior- she has money.

Momoko runs the faucet and splashes her face with water, rubbing vigorously as if trying to scrub out her imperfections, uncovering a jewel of herself. She unties her hair and walks to her bed, watching her feet the whole time.

"What am I doing wrong, Kaoru?" she had asked earlier that afternoon, her eyes closed as Kaoru dabbed away tears with her fingertips.

"You're obsessive," she had said bluntly, still carrying an empathetic expression.

"Maybe. . . a little. . ." Momoko admitted.

Kaoru sighed; it was evident from the look on her face she was torn between laughing or ignoring that answer.

The redhead's brow twitched, a grumble rising from her throat as she turned and stomped away.

The words replay in her thoughts. You're obsessive. Momoko squeezes her eyes and shakes her head before burying herself under the covers. As she fades into sleep Kaoru's words echo, pricking her shield of an ego.

"The reason why boys-- people-- don't notice you is because they think you're weird, so they try to shove you in the background. Unnoticed."