A/N: This is my first PPG fic. Personally I think it moves kind of fast. Anyways... Comments and criticism are appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Townsville citizens, non-citizens, and all.

Chapter 1: How It Began

Present:

When we first met it was anything but love. We were wild unruly children with one thought: I hate you. My siblings and yours were always fighting aiming at one thing: the others demise. You and I were the roughest; our edge was fighting…no our life was fighting. We tough both interior and exterior; we still are, but it's different now. We're a bit more…what's the word? Compassionate?

I never really understood it though, how you changed, why you changed. Whatever it was it took you on a drastic turn. So drastic I sometimes bothered to ask myself if it was really you. The rough, destructive, yet playful mind you had as a child is gone. As I look at you how can I believe that's who you were…

How It Began:

"POW!" "WHAM!" The punching bag swayed back and forth even though the impact was fairly soft. His eyes were fixated on the bag with his face twisted in disinterest (most likely because he couldn't use full power on it.) His short ponytail was loose on the back of his neck. His work out clothes clung to him showing off his tone ness. I would have stared at him longer had his eyes not shifted over to see me staring at him…admiring him.

I had to break the awkwardness, "May I join you?"

He shrugged, typical. As he had begun to mature he rarely smiled or held conversation with anyone but his brothers. I suppose that was partially because of his intimidation factor. The strong and silent were often a bit more frightening.

I walked towards the bag quietly, partly out of embarrassment. As I reached it, I noticed he went to the other side gripping it with both hands and holding it out towards me.

"You'll be able to hit it a bit harder."

I didn't question I just did it. It was true; I found I could hit it a bit harder as well as faster. Still, it didn't match up to actual combat.

"This isn't good enough," I finally admitted.

He shook his head, "I know what you mean."

I sighed, "I really need a good fight."

I looked at him; one of his eyebrows was raised poised on his forehead. His eyes, his gorgeous emerald eyes, held a new fire. And I saw an unfamiliar sight, a beautiful sight, a smirk adorning his face.

"It's been a long time since we fought…"

My eyes widened in shock. He didn't…we hadn't fought since we were children, since he and his brothers had decided to slow down with their crimes…

"Want to?" he asked the smirk still there.

I couldn't; I wouldn't… "Sure."

Oh no, now I'd gone and done it. It's not that I didn't want to fight; it was fighting him. I wasn't worried I'd hurt him. I was worried I'd make a fool of myself. Crime had slowed I was rusty.

"You ready, Buttercup?" he broke my thoughts as I looked over. He was in a fighting stance, the smirk still there, his eyes still glowing.

"Just a sec," I grabbed the rubber band from around from around my wrist pulling my hair into a ponytail. I'd been letting it grow; it was pretty yet aggravating.

"Kay, Butch, let's go," I got into my fighting stance.

"Ready, three, two," uh oh crunch time, "…one."

Bam! We both made lightning fast moves impacting at the same time. His fist to my elbow, our eyes set on one another. He smiled, not an angelic, everyday smile, a sneaky, cunning smile.

"You're fast but not fast enough."

The next thing I knew he was behind me pinning my hands behind my back, his arm around my neck. I felt his breath tickle my ear, clouding my senses. He had no idea how he was messing with me.

He whispered gently, "Told ya."

I growled part out of anger, part out of yearning. It was replied to with a laugh.

I had to break this hold as well as his confidence, "You may be fast, but you're not smart."

I kicked my foot back my heel contacting right where I hoped it had hit: every man's weak spot. He hissed his grip slacking on my wrist allowing me to slide out of his hold before elbowing him hard in the chest. He completely let go to clutch his stomach… perfect. I threw a punch to his head, but he caught it with one hand. I threw the other but he caught that one too. He pulled me in, our faces an inch apart. His expression was a twisted frown, "You're good. No one's broken out of that hold."

"Sorry to disappoint you."

"Disappoint me?" his face was still in a frown. "Far from, you've impressed me."

My hands were still in his palms shaking to break fee. "Well, I said, "I was always a tough fighter; you probably remember that." This was just biding time. Think! What to say? "Can you stand the fact that you're going to get your ass kicked by a girl?"

All of a sudden his face broke into a smirk, "that would be a definite turn on…" oh man, I hoped I had heard that right, my cheeks, damn, I felt them get hot "…of course not that you haven't turned me on already."

My cheeks were bright red now; my teeth were clenched, "Quit trying to catch me off guard."

He laughed, "I already have," Uh oh, he'd caught on. He finally threw me by my fists down on the ground. I fell flat on my back. The impact was hardest on my head. I looked up to find his foot was about to make contact with my face in a downward kick. I caught it inches from my face gripping it before throwing him into the wall.

I was up in a second to face him as he got up. "Trying to destroy the school weight room are you?" he said motioning to a small hole in the wall behind me.

"I'll lie," I said, "say it was a crime."

He laughed, "It's always a crime to look as good as you do."

The blush was there again. "Shut up!"

He gave a deep growl, "Do you not like flirting?"

Flirting? He was flirting with me? Or… "Yeah right, you're so full of bull. You're just sweet talking to catch me off guard again."

He still smiled. "Maybe…" he walked up to me, slow, steady, seemingly no intention of a surprise attack. My fist were still clenched, my jaw tight, even as he moved inches no centimeters towards me before lifting up my chin to look into my eyes "…then again maybe not."

But I could see it in his eyes, a desire. A desire to fight? "You're so full of sh…" hard impact silenced me.

I was pinned to the wall by two strong hands. His face began slowly moving towards me. The pit of my stomach was squirming. My face, I could imagine how red it was. 'When did he become so bold?' Three inches, two…I felt his hot breath on my face…one centimeter and then, instant contact. My lips froze in place as his pressed against mine with force. He was a rough kisser, but I absolutely loved it. My heart beat a million times faster.

I literally think my heart ached when he stopped seconds later to see my expression. His evil yet beautiful smirk was adorning his face. "You need to cool off you look a little breathless."

And with that he left me to stare into space completely mesmerized and extremely lightheaded. 'What a weird way to have you're first kiss. I couldn't have asked for better'