Dear Reader,
this story has been on hiatus for a while, but I've realized that it's because I've changed. You see, I was only twelve when I came up with the plotline. I was an amateur then and I still am now. But with that break came better writing. I've decided to evolve the story to fit my present person otherwise it will never get done. So, I'm redoing the story- all my stories- in fact with the same plotlines. I'd appreciate if you guys would bear with me and encourage me to continue. I know I get so easily distracted, bit I can do this with your help. Sincerely yours,
NeverTheMindless.
Summary- Believed to be killed in a fire, and nowhere to be found are her family, Blossom, Bubbles, and the Professer. Buttercup is taken to the only other person, or monkey, I should say, that can legally raise her. Mojo finds out what it's like for this little hero. And with the help of the Rowdyruff, Gangrene Gang, and Him, Mojo will strive to be the best parent he can be. Some ButchxButtercup later. Rated T because the government's out to get me.
Chapter one- Stuck.
A dark haired girl leaned against the doorway to her new "room". She scowled at the blandness that face her. Things just weren't going her way. Her family was missing- presumed dead, she'd been forced to move in with this weirdo due to the fact that he'd had a part in her creation, even if it was an accidental part. And she was now surrounded by villains.
Mojo Jojo was in the middle of explaining the rules, but any onlooker could easily tell you she wasn't even paying him any attention. Instead, she stared out the vast window that overlooked the majority of New Townsville. Everything looked so small compared to her. Like if she made one wrong move, the entire society would be crushed. "
"How'd I get here, Mojo?" Buttercup suddenly asked the monkey genius.
All at once, his lecture halted and he frowned. A faraway look stole across his eyes, making them seem unfocused and confused. It wasn't a good memory for either of them. After all, Professor Utonium had created her and he'd raised Mojo since Mojo had been a defenseless little ape.
Buttercup, unfortunately, mistook his silence for disrespect.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" She screamed at him. "The least you could do is listen!"
He uncovered his ears when she was done. "Mojo heard you," he stated simply. "He just didn't know how to respond."
Buttercup faked a shrug. "The truth, for starters. Oh, and after that, maybe we can get into the real stuff. And then, like, paint each other's nails, and do each other's hair!"
Mojo rolled his eyes. "Your sarcasm isn't appreciated. Not after all that Mojo has done for you. Not after taking you in from the streets."
She was furious. "Hey, I didn't ask you to!" She growled out. "And I also didn't ask for my family to die! But that isn't exactly my fault, now is it?!"
Mojo remained calm through her entire explosion. "It wasn't your fault and it's not your fault that you're only sixteen years old. You're barely older than a child," He told her.
She immediately bristled. "I'm almost seventeen. I'm not a child! And you're just a monkey! The police should have just let me be. I fight crime for a living. I'm more qualified person than anyone to live on my own!"
"The authorities don't think so." He walked to the door, opening it. "And if it's any consolation, Mojo doesn't want to be stuck with you either."
And then he was gone.
But not long after, she mumbled, "Then you shouldn't have created me."
Butch was sitting in the living room in his usual chair. Brick was a few feet away, punching Boomer in the head for speaking without permission. The Gangrene Gang were sprawled out all over the living room furniture. Him was at the oven in the kitchen, making dinner.
Okay, let me explain:
Since Mojo and Him couldn't decide who would get the Rowdyruff boys, they decided that they'd raise them together. Not a bad homing situation as they come. That is... until the Gangrene Gang showed up and blackmailed Mojo into letting them stay there. And then, to make matters worse, Buttercup showed up. That little pain in the butt!
Who did she think she was parading around like a spoiled little queen? Butch already had one Princess to take care of, and he really didn't need another one.
The doors opened. In stepped Buttercup escorted by Mojo.
"'Sup, Buttacup," Said Ace, upon catching sight of her. "You lookin' real nice." His eyes drifted hungrily all over her. He licked his lips like she were a meal he'd eagerly enjoy. She felt almost utterly exposed.
Buttercup scowled and rolled her eyes at his version of a compliment. "And you're looking like your usual creep, Ace," she retorted. "So why not just save us both the trouble and shut your face before I have the unspoken pleasure of shutting it for you?"
He brought a mocking hand to his heart. Any idiot could easily see through the ruse. "Buttacup, I ment no disrospect. I thought girls liked bein' called 'pretty'." He defended himself.
"Ace, why don't you do us all a favor, and don't think." She walked over and sat in the chair acrossed from Butch. He glared at her choice.
"Butch," she acknowledged his presence coldly.
He narrowed his eyes in response. "Buttercup."
And that's exactly how the first night went.