Hello to all of you! This is an idea for a story that has been bugging me for so long I needed to write it down or I'd go mad. Also, a die-hard PowerPuff Girls fan. Been so into this reboot, I'm loving it. Specially Blossom. I love her at all times no matter what - but this time her "Mister Perfect" persona is more on the funny side which I think to be amazing. I just really hope the RRBs will be in episodes! Preferably many of them.
What about you? What do you think?
About the story: reviews are highly appreciated and I have absolute no shame in saying that.
Disclaimer: I own nothing show-related
Chapter 1
Brick sat on his father's throne holding the remote control of HIM's macabre television. The clock hit past midnight but he didn't mind, it was not like he had better things to do. More fun things to do? Yes. Now better, in the sense of more important? No.
He heard familiar footsteps dragging behind him.
"That TV show again?" Butch yawned from behind the chair "Don't you get bored of the same stuff over and over?"
"I'm complying with my duty, you see" Brick replied, his voice tone low and steady. He had a tremendously long list of reasons as to why it was not the same thing over and over, but the redhead was far too focused to care explaining it to his brother.
Butch shivered "Dude, you get sinister when you are on dad`s chair" he admitted, as he gulped on the milk bottle he held "I thought you were done with this specific duty."
"I like to be proactive."
"Because?"
"I have my reasons."
"Such as?" Butch questioned again and, as soon as he did, the female in the screen undid her silk robe, revealing her body on nothing but silk underwear.
This immediately took Butch's interest.
"Oooh, I see!" he chuckled, leaning by his HIM's throne.
Brick rolled his red eyes as he felt his brother lean in "That's not it."
"But, it's one of the reasons, right?"
Brick just shrugged - not confirming nor denying it. He was a man, after all.
"Are you okay, Bloss?"
The redhead nodded "It's just, a moment" she said, tossing her robe aside as she fanned herself.
The redhead had her long hair up in a high, messy bun already, but it didn't seem to help the tiny drops of sweat that started to roll down her neck.
Buttercup frowned "Do you need your pills?" she questioned, to which Blossom shook her head. Thermo-adjusting medications. She mentally thought, but didn't bother to correct her sister out loud.
"No, thank you, Buttercup" she insisted "It's just, it happens, you know."
Buttercup rolled her eyes "Tell me about it."
"How are your legs, by the way?" it was Blossom's turn to question.
"As good as ever" Buttercup responded, with no excitement "Which is not saying much, you know."
The redheaded sister rubbed her temples as she paced in circles "What about Bubbles?"
"She's fine. Professor said she's getting better - improving her attention span and all."
"Is she asleep?" Blossom asked, with a hint of hope, as she leaned with her back against the wall.
"Yes, the pills started to kick in early today" Buttercup said, yawning - to which she apologized.
Blossom shook her head "It is okay… I have been too demanding of you today" she admitted, taking off her underwear.
"No! No, you haven't!" Buttercup retorted, almost defensively "It is our past, our history - it does concern all of us. Even if you are the only one doing all the work."
"Which is not saying much, is it?" the redhead sighed, hopelessly.
Buttercup frowned, watching Blossom as she stood naked in front of her vanity, redoing her hair bun. It was obvious she was getting worked up over it.
"It is. It is saying a lot." Buttercup reassured her "You managed to find our kindergarten pictures. Pokey Oak Kindergarten - and that's how we can confirm Miss Keane knows us from that time and that we actually went to the same class as Robyn, Mitch and even Princess! I know, I know, they don't remember ever studying with us before high school but who even cares. Most people can't even remember what they ate for breakfast."
"What about the rest?" Blossom turned on her heels and stared down at her sister "What about what happened after Kindergarten? The event that took us away from school, and has dictated our lives since then?"
Buttercup laid down on her sister's bed - her "chronic fatigue syndrome" starting to take the better of her "The accident?"
"Yes."
"You know, they might not be correlated at all" the brunette stated matter-of-factly.
"How can you be so sure?"
"Well, first of all, our kindergarten year was the year that demon-thing and his three minions took over the city… and the rest of the world, whatever."
"So we are told."
Buttercup raised her head, supporting herself upon her elbows "You don't believe that?"
"It's not a matter of believing" Blossom stated "It is more of a matter that we don't remember anything from that time. I do believe it was the same year Master HIM took over the planet but I wonder where we were back then, if we were like, like this."
"Like… the defected walking anomalies we are now?"
"Buttercup!"
"That's what they all call us, you know. Might as well get used to the nickname." Buttercup chuckled in a bitter way "I'd rather get used to being insulted than get used to calling that she-he-demon-lobster thing by 'Master'"
Blossom sighed in defeat "I don't like it either."
"Then why do you do that?"
"Professor." the redhead stated "He and the RowdyRuff Boys are, crudely speaking, Professor's bosses, since he works as a scientist for the government and they are the government."
"Besides cruel, sadistic dictators?"
"Precisely." Blossom nodded "I just don't want to be caught red-handed, speaking my mind around people I shouldn't and getting Professor into trouble."
Buttercup stared for a moment at her sister, an amused grin splattered upon her face "You've been reading that book again, haven't you?" she concluded, chuckling.
Blossom frowned at that "1984 by George Orwell is a timeless piece!"
"…That will get you more paranoid than you already are."
"If by paranoid you mean 'cautious', I will not object to it."
"Whatever" Buttercup rolled her eyes, standing up "I am gonna get to b-"
The brunette found herself being held by her sister's arms before she could finish the sentence.
"Buttercup! Are you okay!?" Blossom hissed, as she held Buttercup by the waist, wrapping one of the brunette's arms around her shoulder. The brunette had stood up too quickly to her body to handle, which resulted in a momentary vision blackout and dizziness.
Buttercup nodded "I'm good. I'm good… It is, its just this fatigue shit."
"Do you want me to help you to your room?" Blossom offered, an expression of pure worry on her face - the one Buttercup absolutely hated with all the forces she did not physically have.
The brunette growled, helping herself up to her feet "I'm fine! Don't you go turning all mommy on me."
Blossom rolled her pink eyes at that, while Buttercup walked out of the door on her own - albeit, clumsily.
"Night, Bloss."
"Goodnight."
"Don't work your ass 'till late digging on the past without me or Bubbles, ok?"
The redhead nodded "I won't. Just-"
"I know, I know. Only between us three." the brunette sighed, closing the door behind her.
The redhead sighed, returning to her collection of old pictures and collages, and freshly-made notes. She organized the material in a neat, almost compulsive-obsessive way, before putting them back into her black suit case, which she locked with a small key. The key itself also served as a collar lucky charm for the redhead, which she carried with her at all times.
Right after shoving the suitcase under her bed, Blossom turned off the lights and threw herself on the bed, removing all the sheets and duvets off it.
Naked, hair on a high bun and nothing but a pillow on her bed was the way the redhead slept for most of the days - except for fall (sometimes) and winter, when it snowed.
Blossom let out a heavy sigh, realizing it seemed so far away. It was still the end of summer break (the season she dreaded the most), after all.
"As soon as High School is over, I am moving to Canada. Quebec, preferably." she sighed. It was the only reasonable way she could live a proper life, without having to take chemicals to balance her body temperature, to balance how much heat her body retained, etc.
Of course, it had its cons, which Blossom would need to know how to manage, if she wanted to live with the slightly bit of dignity that the circumstances allowed her to. She'd miss her family (and therefore, would need to mother her sisters and father from afar).
As a kid, she'd make plans for college and aimed to great canadian colleges such as McGill and Université of Montréal but these plans were thrown in the trash too early: the chance of a woman getting into any university was null, thanks to Master HIM and Master Brick decisions.
"A woman's place is not at an university. It is not in politics nor in general employment fields." HIM's redheaded, red-eyed spawn proudly announced "To have women working in the field of engineering or business is a setback in our society as a whole, for anything women can do… well, quite frankly, men can do better."
It was the most unbelievable experience she'd had back then - the boy was barely twelve and spewing such misogynistic sentences and, which is worse, with the power of making decisions and counting with the support of his creator, HIM.
To this day, Blossom couldn't think of a day where she had hated anyone more than he hated the boy that spoke in the national television channel.
Ironically enough… her recent studies on her past had led her to studying him and his brothers - even if the mere thought of him made Blossom's skin crawl.
She had yet to work on this hypothesis before presenting it to her sisters, but it shouldn't be too hard. It was all pure logic. Blossom and her sisters have been created in a laboratory, by a skilled scientist just like The RowdyRuff Boys… Without mentioning how they just looked alike, in physical appearance.
He has damn red eyes!
It was a scary resemblance, to say the least.
But the catch is that, Blossom and her sisters were born with handicaps and disorders that didn't correlate to one another while The RowdyRuff Boys were born with superpowers.
The correlations between Blossom and her sisters creation to the RowdyRuff Boys were too strong to ignore - and the fact the girls had absolute no memory of their lives before they were ten only served to fuel Blossom's drive to dig into their past, whatever the consequences might be.
End of chapter 1! Hope you've enjoyed!
It surely doesn't explain much on this story's background but I intend to do so in the next chapters. Feel free to comment, review, criticize or just ask away