A/N: YAY! A new fanfic! I realize I should finish the other ones... But whatever!! PPG rulez!
This is a sequel to my other story 'What's More Important.'
Full Summary:
Lost. That one word describes her life. She has been alone for five years years. But now, she is figuring things out. Who her parents were. Who she is. She is the daughter of Brick and Blossom.
But those aren't the end of her problems. Her aunt Blenta defeated HIM 9 years ago, and then turned to stone. But since HIM is back, could she be back too?
Brick and Blossom got married at 18. Had a kid at 19. It's been five years since then. They are 24 years old (for whoever's wondering.)
Chapter 1:
Lost
Lost. That one word can describe how her life is right now. No living human for miles other than herself. It's a miracle she's survived for so many years on her own. The first thing she ever remembers was waking up when she was only a few months old, with a woman with pink eyes smiling down at her tiredly. After about a year, she left. She was all alone with no one around her. Not a soul. Miraculously, she survived. And here she is, six years old.
For one thing, she didn't know how a one year old survived on its own. For another, no one was supposed to remember anything from when they were babies. For ANOTHER thing, toddlers weren't supposed to be as smart as she was.
She watched TV and looked at books. She learned how to talk, learned science, learned math. Well, she wasn't really good at math and science, but she understood what humans are. She could add and subtract and do all the little things a regular 6-year old could do. She could speak fluently in English. She talked to herself half the time, or sang even. She lacked company. She was lonely. She didn't know if she was all alone or if there was someone out there looking for her.
She could read and write. She had read almost every book in the library she had found! She can write very well but there wasn't exactly anything TOO write.
Food wasn't an issue. If there had once been humans living here, they had all left pretty hurriedly, since there were stores and stores of food. There were supermarkets filled with food galore. House stuffed full. She could find food ANYWHERE.
She found clothes in most of the stores. She didn't grow too fast, so she didn't need that many clothes.
Some of the building and skyscrapers were demolished, broken, destroyed. But it was obvious this had once been a city.
She was always wondering. Always curious. Where did all the people go? Why are some buildings in such poor shape? If I leave, will I find people outside the city?
But there was always the biggest question of all.
Why am I alone?
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She walked through the deserted streets, heading towards the supermarket. The food in there was lessening and lessening. She couldn't live off of it forever and she knew she had to leave soon to find a new home. She wondered what the outside world was like. Maybe there was no one but her on Earth. Maybe everyone was wiped out by some sort of explosion.
There was one question that was answered a long time ago though. When she had woken up when she was a few months old, the woman standing above her, (most likely her mother,) had whispered something.
'No matter what happens, I'll always be there for you. Because you are my Breeze.'
The memory resonated in Breeze's mind. But knowing her name gave way for more questions. Why was I called Breeze? Did my mom pick that name, or my dad? What were their names?
Breeze sighed. She had reached the super market. She loaded her bags with food and went back to her apartment. It was the same one she had lived in for the past 6 years. The one she had first opened her eyes in.
As she walked, she noticed the library and decided to take a short stop and see if there were any books left for her to read.
In the library, she put her stuff down at the front desk and went to look through the shelves. She spotted a book on one of the lower shelves. She had read it already about eight times, but there was nothing better to do.
As she bent down to get it, her sleeve snagged on a broken piece of wood. She tugged, but it didn't come out. She tugged harder, but it didn't come out. She sighed and bent down to get it out. As she unhooked her sleeve, she noticed the back of the shelf looked farther away. She reached out to touch it and felt something move.
"A secret compartment!" she shouted, thrilled to have found something interesting to occupy her. She reached in with her other hand and pushed. Nothing happened. So she felt the edges. Her fingers slipped in through a crack. She pulled, and a shoebox came out.She blew the dust off, too exited to care about the layers of filth that had come out along with the dust.
She tugged off the lid. Inside, she found old newspapers. The one on top had a headline that read: POWERPUFFS SAVE THE DAY!
Underneath, there was a picture of three girls, who looked to be around five years old. One had black hair and an emerald green dress and eyes. One had blond hair with sapphire blue eyes and a matching dress. The third had fiery red hair and a pink dress. Breeze froze when she saw that she had pink eyes.
"Is that... Could it be?" she asked herself. She grabbed the newspaper and took it out of the box. The next paper had a picture of the same girls on it, only they looked older, around 9 years old this time. The headline read: POWERPUFFS BIRTHDAY TODAY!
She looked at the third newspaper. It showed the girls at around 14 years. They were fighting three boys who were about their age. The boys looked exactly like them. A boy with black hair and hunter green eyes, a boy with blond hair and dark blue eyes, and a boy with fiery red hair and blood red eyes.
Headline: PUFFS AND RUFFS BATTLE IT OUT!
Breeze looked shocked. What was this? Could these be her parents? She had seen herself in a mirror many times before and she had fiery red hair and blood red eyes. The boy in the picture had the same color hair and eyes as her, and she remembered her mother, who had pink eyes.
She removed the final newspaper to look at it, and it immediately grabbed her attention.
THE POWERPUFFS BETRAYEL!
A/N: OMG! This started as just a small idea in the back of my mind. I've already fallen in love with this story!! COULD IT BE!? Brick and Blossom! Oooooooooooh XD
R&R!