Well, well, well! Hello everyone! For those of you who are not familiar with me, I am Blossom2day- some of you know me as Moonica. These titles are fine by me! Today is a day of celebration my friends! =) I have finally come out of hiding and have decided to make a story! However, it's not ordinary story…I have decided to make a remake of a previous story I made on here from a while ago! Everyone or anyone remember my story Hidden? I am remaking it and hopefully, this version will be much better than the last! Tell me what you think! I'm older now and I understand more about writing. Wisdom does come with age after all haha. However, just so it is known it is NOT THE EXACT DUPLICATE OF THE PREVIOUS STORY…so therefore I am not disobeying any rules by saying I am remaking it. Besides, the previous story was mine and mine alone, so I have the right to do with it as I please. Well, enough talk Let's get on with the story! ;)

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE POWERPUFF GIRLS OR THE ROWDYRUFF BOYS. (Even though it'd be cool if I did XD)

BY THE WAY: ALL THE POWERPUFF GIRLS AND ROWDYRUFF BOYS HAVE NORMAL FEATURES, ARE 15 YEARS OLD AND HAVE NORMAL ARMS, LEGS, EYES AND SO FORTH… =)

Stolen Without A Trace

P.O.V.: Blossom

Chapter 1: Conflict Between Sisters

Ten years. Ten years had passed since I last saw that boy with the orange red hair and the ruthless ruby eyes. Sometimes, I often found myself thinking about those eyes. Mainly when I'm done with all my Homework and am in my bed, ready for sleep. Sometimes I'll even dream about them…but I always catch myself. I'll be half way threw the dream- yes that intense dream of encountering him again- and force myself awake. I couldn't give in to that horrible privilege of thinking about him. After all, why should I? We are both from different worlds…good versus evil. Light versus dark. Heroine versus Villain….

My eyes were wide open as I stared at the ceiling. My covers were a mess from squirming in my sleep. Why was it that I often woke up this way? I frowned in sullen discontent as I turned on my side, hands curled up in fists by my face. I didn't like dreaming about him…and I missed all the dreams of innocence I used to have before he vanished from my life. I have read plenty of dream books in trying to decode my dreams. In fact, I had one next to my bed right now, on a mini desk.

My sisters and I all have separate rooms now, and the only reason for that was because of our age. The professor thought it appropriate for us to have more free space with age. I approved of it, but on nights like this I kind of missed and wished my sisters and I shared a room. If I ever woke up from a bad dream I could always count on seeing my sister's sleeping faces to reassure myself that everything was alright.

Not this time though. I reached for the mini desk which had a pink lamp on it and a small stack of books next to it. Flicking on the lamp I squinted at the sight of light so late at night. I then reached for the stack of books, pulling them over to me onto my bed. I rubbed my eyes and started flipping threw them to find the one I needed.."Sneaky Science Tricks? No… Rocket to the Moon? Nope… How to build a Robot…Become A Leader…Ugh, where is it? …Ah ha! Interpreting your Dreams!" I smiled victoriously, putting all the other books neatly where they belonged. I scanned threw the book to the section that I needed the most…the dream dictionary. I looked for 'Eyes' …since I had been seeing those ruby red eyes in my dream for so long…

"Eyes…means: being willing to see, clarity and 'I' or myself.. Hmm. Alright then? What about red…" I searched this up too, and found something as well.

" Red…a powerful color that symbolizes passion, physical strength, anger…" I started to blush and my lips formed a thin line at what it said next,

"and…sexuality? Well, my goodness! How … blatant!" I quickly closed the book and tossed it with the other ones. Dreaming about red eyes meant all that? What was even worse was the fact I knew exactly whose red eyes they were…

With a heavy sigh I got up and out of my bed, walking over to my the lone window I had in my room. I stared up into the night's sky, the moon full and the star's splashing the night sky with beauty. My pink eyes reflected the moon as I folded my arms, the night sky gentle as if knowing of my internal quarrels.

"…Brick.." I breathed out, frowning gently. Why was I so attached to him? No…I couldn't be. My mind was just playing tricks on me. He was my long lost enemy, my rival and … my equal. However I did know one thing. There was no way I was wearing any red tomorrow.

IN THE MORNING….

"Bloss, what do you want with my life?" A groggy Buttercup moaned out from under the covers. I smiled smugly, sunlight streaming out from her window.

" Morning to you too Buttercup. Now common, get up, you know today's a special day for the professor! We have to clean!" I insisted and with a roll of her eyes and the passage of at least a minute, Buttercup revealed herself from under the covers.

Unsurprisingly, her hair was a mess and her eyes looked dull and heavy- just begging for more sleep. Her mouth was in a tight frown, and I could tell she wasn't pleased with me, but knew it to be true. I, on the other hand, was perfectly ready to start my day. My hair was neatly combed and washed, shining in the sun's rays a brilliant reddish orange color. I had on a pink headband in my hair to match my pink shirt which had a subtle collar. The color of the pink was a powdery one. I happen to prefer lighter shades of pink than darker ones. I also had on a short, but not too revealing skirt that was made of denim, since it was still summer and very hot outside. You couldn't walk out of the house without feeling like you were going to melt. Unfortunately for me, I was the easiest to burn because I was fair skinned and had freckles on my face. However, I was always prepared with loads of sunscreen for my already tough skin. Funny how something charged with chemical X can still get a sunburn…

"You know, why is it that the professor has to get that award today of all days? When all I want to do is sleep in…" Buttercup moaned but I simply rolled my eyes and got up from her bed. My hair was so long that I had been close to sitting on it. In fact, most of the time now I just put it up in a ponytail. However, since today was a special occasion, I decided against it.

"Buttercup, you should be exhilarated for the professor! He's accomplished a lot in his wise years and truly deserves this award. After all, who else can create three super powered girls?" I explained, trying to trigger her sense of dignity. However, it worked against me because Buttercup responded with bitterness.

"I don't like being thought of as a damn experiment." Buttercup muttered, finally getting up and closing the blinds. I scoffed at her lack of praise and morbid behavior.

"You should really learn to change your attitude…and while you're at it, change your sheets. They smell like fungus." I said with a distasteful frown upon my face. I walked out of her room before she could respond back with a rather rude remark, which I knew she was known for.

Not too long ago my father, the professor was nominated for an award for outstanding scientific achievement. The nomination was based off our "birth" or creation if you will. Although it can be viewed like we were mere experiments when put in that term, we all knew that deep down that wasn't what the professor thought at all. He meant to make us from the bottom of his heart and loved us deeply. That was understood by us all, even Buttercup. Or so I had thought. Bubbles and I applauded him in his achievement, because in truth, this was something not everyone can do, but the professor certainly did.

I walked downstairs with a satisfied smile on my face, the night's weary thoughts gone from my head. Today was a day of celebration. It was also a huge day of praise for us power puffs as well, and even though I never openly admit it, I very much so enjoy a few compliments here and there if I do say so myself.

Not to my surprise, Bubbles was busy making us all breakfast. She had advanced in that department greatly threw out the years, and often enjoyed making a home cooked meal. However, since today was special, she was making the professor's favorite breakfast- Pumpkin chocolate chip muffins with a banana smoothie to top it off. It smelled scrumptious and I could almost taste it in my mouth as I inhaled it.

"Bubbles!" I say with a big whiff of the breakfast in my nose. She turns around and I see she's wearing her white frilly apron- the one she got for Christmas last year.

"Oh Blossom! Hehe good morning!" She giggles out with overbearing joy in her words.

Now that's the type of attitude to have on a day like this! Buttercup could learn something from her. I smiled back at her and walked over to her side.

"You're making his favorite meal I see, and it smells exquisite! I can't wait to sink my teeth into it. It'll be delightful. As usual of course." I say, patting her shoulder. Her blue eyes beam at the compliment.

"Think so Blossom!"

"Oh I know so. How else would you have won that cooking contest last month? You're a true master in the kitchen." Bubbles blushed from all the praise and looked away shyly, a smile on her pretty little face.

"Well gosh…thanks Blossom. Coming from you, that means a whole lot." She thanked and I simply nodded, my grin never leaving me.

I walked over to the sink to see all the dishes she must have used to make his favorite meal and I start doing them right away, using my speed to do the job quickly. I was focused on doing nothing else this morning but clean. Everything. I wanted things to look real nice for the professor when he woke up and in order to do that, I had to use my time carefully. I could only pray that Buttercup would heed my words earlier about changing her sheets and not take it as a joke. You see, after the award was given, we were going to come back here and have a big party, inviting all our neighbors, friends, and people of importance to join us. I had already scheduled all the arrangements to be made food wise and music wise. I was having a professional harp player come in, being that it was the professor's favorite musical instrument! He once told me he always wished he had time to play an instrument and if he could, he would choose a harp…which is kind of funny because none of us could ever picture the professor playing a harp. None the less, I hired one.

"Do you think he knows?" Bubbles suddenly blurted out, taking the tray of muffins out of the oven. I looked at her with wide eyes and stopped the water in the sink since I had finished cleaning the dishes. Now I started up on drying them off, also using my speed.

"NOT unless anyone one of us told him, or word got out around town…I'm counting on you and Buttercup not to spill the beans at all today. Okay? The only person who might give it away would be the mayor. No offense to him of course, but he doesn't use his head much. But Sara Bellum will make sure he says nothing to the professor today until the party, I'm sure. I already talked it over with her." I told Bubbles, putting the last dish into the cabinet. She made a surprised look as if to say, 'Why Blossom! I would never spoil a surprise for the professor!' but I just sighed at her and put my hands on my hips.

"Common Bubbles- you'd never do it on purpose but sometimes you can be a little more ditzy than you give yourself credit for." I stated and I could tell it upset her because she looked away to hide a pout. Although I have a habit of being honest with people, I certainly don't like being mean or hurting others feelings.

"Aw common now Bubbles- don't take it so hard. You know me, I'm just being cautious and tactful is all. No need to be upset, all right? I trust you." I say, laying a hand on her shoulder. She puts the tray of muffins down on the counter and nods twice.

"Alright…If you say so."

"Good." I smile comfortingly at her, glad she understands.

"You know Blossom, I've been meaning to ask you, how did you come by all this money to make the surprise party happen tonight?" Queried Bubbles and I laughed lightly, helping Bubbles take the muffins out of the tray and onto a plate.

"Not illegally of course if that's what you're wondering. I simply saved up money and did a lot of calculations in my spare time. Also, don't you remember that bake sale you and I participated in? The one I made possible and the one you baked for?" For a second Bubbles looked lost in confusion and I could see the wheels in her head turning as she tapped her chin and focused her gaze elsewhere. All of sudden she seemed to recall it and gasped with a smile. Her eyes were back on me now.

"Yes I remember that! I made all those cute cookies shaped like Octi, right?" Octi was Bubble's old stuffed Octopus that was stuffed probably in her closet somewhere. I swear I saw her sleep with it when I peeked threw her door two nights ago. I chuckled at her response.

"Yes, that was the one alright. You did a pretty great job at that bake sale too if I don't say so myself. Everyone loved you baking, as planned. Well, anyway, the money from that bake sale was used to contribute to this party. I saved it."

Bubbles suddenly gasped and looked shocked. I cocked an eyebrow up.

"Hm what is it?"

"Wasn't that money supposed to be sent to a charity of some sort?"

"Um…yes. Technically, if you want to put it that way. Now Bubbles- don't worry! I sent most of the money to the charity, however I kept half of it for this. Besides, I even talked it over with the others who set up the bake sale. They understood."

"…Oh." Bubbles sighed in relief. She should know me better by now. Why was she suddenly suspecting me of tyranny all of a sudden? I folded my arms at that and simply decided to continue my cleaning around the house. Sometimes, even sisters don't understand you.

A HALF AN HOUR LATER…

"Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Muffins! My favorite! Thank-you Bubbles! And oh, what is this? A Banana smoothie? How precious! Thank-you so much! I could never ask for a better breakfast!" exclaimed a very excited professor. Bubbles was beaming with radiance and she bounced in her spot, hands behind her back.

"Oh, it was nothing professor! Honest!" she insisted and you could tell she really was enjoying the compliments for all they were worth. But she deserved it. Bubbles' cooking was out of this world.

Buttercup on the other hand, couldn't cook at all. She seems to burn everything she touches, even a simple bowl of cereal. She'd find a way to screw that up too. The problem with her was her lack of patience or willingness to learn. You couldn't teach Buttercup a new skill unless it involved anything to do with fists, kicking, or a knuckle sandwich. Obviously, this wasn't a good combination, considering school had nothing to do with any of those things. However, Buttercup was tough and you had to give the girl credit. She was resilient. Nothing could break her or tear that girl's rough, if not bitter and overly obnoxious, spirit down. However, at the moment, she wasn't too happy. Her hair was slightly more neat than before, but she hadn't bothered to do anything special with it. She had on a simple pair of black shorts and a green tank top that was worn out and dull. Buttercup could care less about clothes. However, she happened to have on a cool pair of army boots.

Bubbles on the other hand looked as cute as ever. Her hair was in her usual pick tails, but since today was special, she decided to curl them. Under that apron she had on a pretty summer dress that was light blue with puffy white clouds on it. She even had on matching blue wedges. Bubbles didn't need much makeup to look pretty, in fact, none of us did to be honest, however, she was the most likely one to wear any. Today she wore brown mascara with blue eye shadow and a clear lip-gloss. She did look very pretty, and was very prepared for the party later on to be had.

I finally came down to join them all at the table, since I had been dusting the bookshelves which were very high and required me to float. I landed perfectly and put the duster down, washed my hands and sat down for breakfast.

"Morning professor! Ready for your big day?" I asked eagerly, smiling up at the professor, thinking about how much he'll be surprised at the party he's going to come home to later on. He smiled back at me and laughed with pleasure. By now, we were all sitting down.

"Ha ha, I sure am Blossom! I couldn't be more grateful to call you all my little girls right now." He warmly told us, looking at each of us kindly. Bubbles and I agreed with laughter, but Buttercup stood silent. The professor must not have noticed because of how excited he was.

"Well! Lets all dig in!" With that, Bubbles' wonderful mean became devoured. It was a taste like none other, and I fully enjoyed the meal with all my heart. Fine cuisine was so hard to come by these days!

Buttercup however, the one who loves food the most - or rather eating it- barely touched anything. Now this, threw happy compliments to Bubbles, the professor noticed. Not to mention the absence of the grunting noises Buttercup usually makes while tearing her food apart.

His mouth full, eyebrow cocked, he looked to Buttercup and gulped the food down.

"Feeling alright Buttercup?" He pondered aloud, like any good father would. I frowned at this, knowing that this was exactly the perfect chance for Buttercup to say something stupid and ruin the moment the professor was having. If she did, I'd have to say it'd be very selfish and pretty low of her to do so.

Her hand was supporting her head from her chin and she was staring down at her food with a solid frown on her face. She didn't even bother to look at the professor when he spoke. Her eyes started to become more mad, and her eyebrows tightened too.

"I'm not an experiment…" she grumbled, too low for the poor professor to hear, but not for Bubbles and I. How did I know this was coming? I stopped eating and Bubbles stopped sipping her smoothie.

"…What?" the professor asked, leaning in more to hear her. I frowned at this, ashamed of Buttercup's rude behavior.

"…I said I'M NOT AN EXPERIMENT!" Buttercup suddenly yelled, eyes closed, straight into the professor's face, hands now at her sides in fists. The professor was shocked. He stood up right away in protest of her attitude.

"Buttercup! What have I told you about yelling in this household? And what's all this ….this nonsense about being an experiment?" The professor demanded. Bubbles grew quite as I stood up too, my hands on the table, eyes intense on Buttercup. She'd better not progress with her attitude anymore than she has…

"Nonsense? Yeah! It IS nonsense! But it's true nonsense, and let me just say that I'm sick of it! You can gloat all you want about how you "made us" and all that crap, but you'll never be able to know how much it …it irritates me to hear you get praise for it. How would you like it if someone told you that YOU were an experiment, huh? You WOULDN'T! …I don't care anymore. You know what? Enjoy the award ceremony, cause I know I'M not going!" Buttercup roars as all of us listen in shock of her words. Her face angry, she takes a pause just to look at us all with her eyes, then turns her back to go back upstairs. I'm in shock of her. My mouth is wide open and my eyes are wide as well. However, I quickly regain my composure and know the right thing to do is to speak up.

"B-BUTTERCUP!" I shout, causing her to stop in her tracks. Everyone is silent, and I can see the hurt expression on the poor professor's face from the corner of my eye.

"How could you say ANY of that? The professor created you and we're three amazing super heroines! How can you not be grateful for that? Plus, so what if he gets a little praise? He deserves it! Not many can do what he's done! So you take it back right now! This is a special day for the professor and you're being selfish! Either you take it back willing, or I force it out of you!" I demanded in my leader voice. She slowly turns towards me and with a solid frown on her face she simply shakes her head and smirks.

"No way in hell is that happening. And I could beat you in any fight, you just name it. Go ahead, try me." she challenges me. I cannot believe my ears! What has come over her?

"Buttercup! Be nice!" Bubbles dares to speak out while I just stare at Buttercup intensely.

"Heck no. I'm not going to be nice to people who barely care about me. You say he created us Blossom? Sure he did- but now these people are viewing us as experiments! They think of us as nothing more than experimental mutations! If you were really good sisters, you'd see that and agree with me. Instead, you choose to ignore it. These scientists don't give a rat's ass about us! …." Buttercup screamed out harshly. She looked so ticked off, hands on her hips, and it in many ways it frightened me. However, she wasn't done there…

" Oh… And by the way?" Her face suddenly got devious and a smug smile spread on Buttercup's face as she looked at the professor. Oh no…

" Blossom's throwing a surprise party for you- here- after the awards. Just thought I should let ya know. Hope you have fun, cause I know I ain't comin!" Blurted out Buttercup and my mouth dropped in despair. She told! The professor's eyes widened and he looked at me, speechless. He looked touched…however I was PISSED. After all these months of extreme caution and preparation, she told! And I trusted her too! That was it! I was finished taking this!

My face got extremely mad and I could feel my face flush with anger.

"How dare you ruin the surprise! I trusted you! I worked for months on end for this party and now you RUINED IT for the professor! What have you got to say for yourself!" I yelled out and suddenly, before I can say anymore, Buttercup screams out in irritation and flings herself at me. Shock came over me and I froze up. Was this really happening right now?

The fight began. Bubbles jumped up and screamed. I hated every second of it. I tried to get away, but I couldn't! I tried to make her stop, but she wouldn't!

Was it horrible? Yes. Was it awful? Yes! I didn't understand how it came to this!

Bubbles was the one in the end who pulled Buttercup off of me before I got hurt. Buttercup was a lot tougher than me physically, and even though I was strategic in my plans, I was caught way off guard for any plan to work. I was panting and my hair was now a mess. I knew I'd have a little cleaning up to do.

"…I …hate…you." Buttercup suddenly panted out, anger and loathing seeping from her eyes and mouth, her voice trembling with rage. She seemed to be shaking a bit. I think I was too.

Bubbles and the professor were speechless. I could tell that the professor desperately wanted to help the situation, but didn't know what to do and didn't want to interfere with Buttercup's mood swings. Bubbles was on the verge of tears now, covering her mouth with one hand and restraining Buttercup with the other.

However it was me who was most hurt in this situation. I never should have thought it out more before I said anything. I shouldn't have been caught off guard. And most of all, I should've been able to stop the fight myself. What type of leader was I? Surprisingly though, I think I finally understood what she was saying… that to be treated as an experiment that happened to go right, to be treated as an invention as if made of metal and nuts and bolts…wasn't an ideal position to be held. However, the professor would never think those things about us…would he? It was the other scientists and professors that thought that way, right? I looked at him, still panting, trying to dissuade tears from falling out of my eyes. No…he wouldn't. Not in a million years.

Her words had cut threw me like a knife. Those three simple words..and yet they were so very powerful. The worst part was thinking that perhaps she truly meant it. What if she did? Her gaze looked like she did…

Without warning she storms away, rushing up the stairs and into her room, slamming the door shut.

I let my tears leak free once she was gone.

"But…ter…cup…" I mumbled out, voice broken. How could she? I wasn't thinking straight. My vision blurred from the tears and I tried to bat them away but they still came. How was I going to go about the rest of the day? I would just drag the professor down. How was I going to have a nice time at the party feeling like this? I couldn't. There was no way in my mind I possibly could. I felt the professor reach out for my shoulder to comfort me but I shook my head no and covered my face.

"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…" Bubbles walked over slowly and tried to comfort me as well but I pulled away from her too. What type of leader cries? Needs comfort?

" …I'll be back.." I mumble out threw tears, unsure if they heard me or not. But at the moment I didn't care. I darted out the door, flew out into the sky and waited as the wind from my flight pushed the tears out from my eyes.

Well, well, well! Not bad eh? It was a fairly long chapter, no? It'll get even better than this my friends, just review and stick around! Thanks.