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Chapter 1: The Wish for Forgiveness

WHOOSH!

"Buttercup!"

Buttercup ignored her sister as she flew on into the night.

Buttercup tried to hold her anger in as she softly landed near the edge of the cliff.

She didn't care that she just ruined her and her sister's 13th birthday party. She didn't care about that everyone at the party was staring at her.

No, the only thing she did care about were the disappointed looks that her family gave her when they found out that the person that everyone was staring at, the culprit who ruined the cake (and somebody's limbs), was her.

Buttercup tried to fight the tears as she clenched her fists.

It wasn't her fault that Bubbles just had to invite everyone in their homeroom.

It wasn't her fault that she just couldn't stand a certain someone.

Her anger just flew out of her control and next thing she knew, she was momentarily savoring the glorious moment of finally being able to punch that guy's face. But, karma just had to come save the day as the boy crashed right into the tower-high cake.

"It wasn't my fault," Buttercup consoled herself as she finally let the tears fall, "That guy should've seen it coming. I'm Buttercup, the green Powerpuff, the spice not the sugar, the toughest fighter not the commander or the joy and laughter, everyone knows that. It wasn't my fault."

Or was it? After all, the reasons for that catastrophe are all listed above.

Buttercup shook her head. "No it isn't my fault! I may be mean sometimes, I may be stubborn, but I swear I didn't mean to punch the guy right into the cake!"

Liar, you wanted to punch the guy into the cake. In spite of everything, you'll always be that outcast Powerpuff, the one who's more power than puff and out of all the three, the only one without a unique super power.

Buttercup's fists started to shake. "Ok, who's saying this? I swear if I ever find out who you are I'm going to make you regret those words!"

See? Just a few bad words about you and you go nuts. Are you sure you're really a Powerpuff?

Buttercup froze. Was she really a Powerpuff Girl? Of course she was she was born that way after all. But if she really was born a Powerpuff doesn't that mean she was also born to be stubborn, aggressive, etc.? Or is being born a Powerpuff means nothing at all and that she just turned out this way by accident?

Buttercup shook her head. "It doesn't matter if I was born a Powerpuff or not. I'll still be the same old me," she said smiling.

Yeah, the same one who's willing to punch anyone that annoys her. Or the one that rather talk with her fists rather than her words.

Buttercup frowned at that comment. "Who am I?"

Finally, she sighed and sat down when the only answer she got was the chirping of the crickets. She looked up to the night sky filled with stars. "I never noticed how beautiful the sky looked during the night. I guess I was too busy fighting monsters than to just stop and look up."

It felt like years passed by as Buttercup just sat there staring at those bright holes in the sky, thinking, just thinking. Of course she didn't mean for anybody to get hurt. She wasn't some weird psycho who likes to beat everyone up. I mean, she likes beating people up occasionally and those were only the bad guys who hurt other people, not her friends or family. She was a good person at heart.

Or was she? Buttercup remembered all those times when all she felt was rage and the angrier she got the more she put her loved ones in danger. Was she really this cold and temperamental?

"Hey," Buttercup said, staring at the stars in the sky, "Do you guys think I'm cold and temperamental? I mean despite all those times that I haven't really been considered as a 'good girl' I was still there to save everyone's butts in the end and that technically makes me good, right?"

The stars kept twinkling against their black canvas.

Buttercup's shoulders slumped. "What are you doing, Buttercup? All you're doing is talking to a bunch of gas in space. How is that going to help you?"

Even so, Buttercup kept staring at those brilliant stars as if hoping that if she kept searching, she would see an answer hidden inside one of them.

"Hey," Buttercup said, still talking to the stars, "There's this…rumor that if someone wishes on one of you guys then their wish could come true. Is that rumor true?"

Suddenly, a bright light flashed against the sky and as it started to create brush strokes against the black canvas Buttercup gasped. A shooting star. This was the answer she was waiting for!

But, could it really help her? Oh well, it was worth a shot.

Buttercup gently closed her eyes and whispered her wish. "I wish I could found out who I really am."

When she finally opened her eyes again, Buttercup still saw the shooting star, falling down ever so slowly. Buttercup stood up and turned towards home, but not before a final glance towards the sky did she fly away to face the chaos of the Professor's and Blossom's scolding and Bubbles' tears.

"So the green puff wishes to know who she is. I know what she is, a wimpy girl who thinks too much about her emotions," Butch smirked as he walked out from his hiding place in the bushes, "Boy I wonder what that guy did to make Buttercup so angry."

Butch stopped to stand on the very spot of the cliff where Buttercup was sitting just a few seconds ago. "What does she see in you?" Butch asked his voice appointed to the sky, "I mean c'mon, you're just a bunch of shining dots! I doubt wishing on a stupid star is going to help her with anything."

Then Butch's eyes turned to the shooting star. "And you! I mean can you go any slower! How long is it going to take for you to finally fall down? Seriously, how can you possibly grant wishes?"

Butch stared up at the falling star with disgust until his eyes lit up and his face sprouted a smirk. "Well, shooting star, let's see if you can really grant wishes." Butch closed his eyes as he thought of the most impossible wish that could ever be granted.

As he reopened his eyes Butch's smirk became even wider. "Ha! Take that you stupid star!" he yelled as Butch pointed his finger at his target as if by doing so he had become the winner of the one-sided battle.

Butch was still chuckling as he started to walk away from the cliff, but suddenly his feet came to a halt. He saw two figures float down to where he was standing and immediately got into a fighting stance.

Butch relaxed when he realized it was only his brothers. "Where have you been?" Brick scolded, a scowl glued on his face. "Hey, relax ok? I just followed Buttercup- "You followed Buttercup? Did you two fight or something?" Butch growled at Boomer for interrupting him. The growl did its trick, Boomer quickly hid behind Brick.

"Stop it you two. So Butch, what exactly happened?" "Nothing, I didn't attack her or anything. I just sort of watch her be all mope and stuff and then she just went home. Nothing big or anything." Brick gave his brother a questioning look, but decided to let it go.

"Hmm…well, we better go back home and get some rest. We don't want to be exhausted for our fight with those stupid Puffs tomorrow. C'mon," Brick spun on his heel and started to fly off to wherever the three's so called home was. His two brothers quickly followed.

As the brothers flew over the town, Butch looked back to stare at the star which was cursed with trying to grant his impossible wish. Butch smirked and whispered, "Good luck, you stupid dot."