*this will be entirely different as a story and will give our main ruff a struggle never before given as a story :) enjoy*

(Prologue)

It all happened 2 years ago, the accident that changed Brick's life. It was hard to get used to, but what choice did he have. He was going to live his life without that one sense that nobody would have thought they could or would want to lose.

(Story)

Brick woke up to nothing for the past 2 years anything could be better than that. He hated having to rely on people instead of himself to be able to live comfortably.

Using the wall as a guide he walked down the stairs. That last step was always a bitch to find. He continued to use the wall to find the kitchen so he could sit down.

"Hey Brick, how are you doing" Butch's smooth but deep voice was the true teller that his morning started. "Hey... as good as someone like me can be I guess..." Brick tried to smile. "Hey morning bro! " Boomer always sounded so happy. Brick felt around beside himself and gave Boomer a playful punch.

"Dude I really think you should bring your cane today... you don't know your way around the school and could easily dent your forehead" Butch smiled but he knew that his brother couldn't tell anyway.

"Yeah... but being blind isn't a good thing to let people know, they treat you differently..." Brick lost his sight, he wanted to see if the professor could fix it, but that's better said when you are a past criminal. 'Yeah what crime can I commit now... walking into a wall' Brick chuckled to himself.

The mayor let the boys go to school and that was it. The professor was someone he wasn't yet ready to ask any favors, especially this one. "Brick nobody is going to treat you differently..." Butch was frustrated with his brother, keeping it secret was the stupidest thing. At least he was going to tell the teachers, but keeping it from the students was a challenge in itself.

"Yeah sure... the last school treated me like I was uncapable to do anything myself, like I lost every single thing because I can't see..." Brick hated that. The way you could tell when he took off the sunglasses he wore constantly was his dull cloudy pupils, his irises were still that striking red, but nobody ever saw them, only his brothers.

"If it gets too much please bring your cane, I know it wounds your fucking pride but I would rather you safe" Butch always worried about him now. "He will Butch, he did last time" Boomer spoke to help the tension calm. Brick reluctantly nodded, knowing it would be difficult.

They ate and got ready to fly, Brick as usual used his hand to keep grip on his youngest brother's arm to lead him in the right direction. As soon as they landed the noise came pouring into Brick's ears. He chose to still keep a hand on his brother for comfort sake. "Shit..." Butch saw the three people who could spoil Brick's wants of secrecy.

Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup saw the three boys land, it wasn't hard to tell who they were. At the trial 3 years before they were 13, able to be in school because of good behavior. Blossom sensed something different about Brick, she knew that this was their first day at this high school, but she couldn't help herself and feel curious. She didn't remember him ever wearing sunglasses or physically touching his brothers longer than ten seconds.

But there he was, his hand on Boomer's shoulder as the three boys weaved through the crowd of students the entire way to the school. Bubbles and Buttercup had never let their eyes leave Butch and Boomer, so they didn't notice Brick like Blossom had.

She began to walk inside, when she got there she saw Butch and Brick in a whispering argument. Butch finally sighed and nodded letting his eldest brother leave. The strange thing to her was that Brick's hand had moved to the wall, feeling everything as he walked. Blossom followed him as he stopped at his locker after his fingers swiped across the number.

He strangely wasn't making eye contact with anyone. He put his other hand out which landed on Blossom he turned to her and spoke, eyes seeming lost under those glasses. "Excuse me do you know the way to room 205?' His question was simple. "Yes I have that class now actually " Blossom was ready for him to notice who she was, but that never happened. "Do you mind leading me there? " he asked her, his voice was gentle and masculine to her.

"Sure I can do that" Blossom nodded, his hand didn't leave the wall or her as they walked to class. When they got there she finally decided to break the ice "Do you know who I am?" She asked stopping him before he entered the class. "No, not exactly" he had a confused look. "I'm Blossom, from the Powerpuff girls, your counterpart" she was nice to him.

A look of realization reached him as he heard her name "hey leader girl, you sound different... I guess it was nice to get a guide to class from the infamous Blossom hmm" he smiled mischievously like he used to, but still never made eye contact. Blossom blushed as he turned to walk inside the classroom.

He without gaining attention felt around for the first open desk and sat down. He during the entire time mapped out all the steps it took to get to his first class from his locker, lucky for him the entire rest of the day he had Boomer in almost all of his classes and Butch in the ones Boomer wasn't in.

When class started he took out a laptop and placed on his desk. The teacher asked him to take his glasses off, instead of doing so he called her over and whispered why he had them on. The teacher nodded saying he could keep them on and started the lesson. Blossom noticed that he was typing everything that the teacher was saying. He even had the worksheets of that day puy onto his computer.

When class ended Blossom saw Boomer walk up to Brick, he did the same thing he did with her, one hand on a wall, and one on his brother. She watched them for a second before leaving in the opposite direction of her next class.

*I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter! Sweet sugar and deadly poison will be getting an update as well as beaches and green with this story*