Preface:
Disclaimer: Ownership of The Powerpuff Girls does not belong to me. Kindly refrain from suing, I own nothing and have nothing worth it anyway except my mint limited edition Netflix membership...
Ms. Sarah Bellum journals about the adventures of the Powerpuff Girls days after their final showdown in Townsville.
These exerts taken from her research have been sent to newspapers and the circumstance surrounding them are now to be revealed.
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Chapter One
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'He who knows nothing doubts nothing - Confucius'
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Buttercup cheered as the final bell rang signaling one of many things, First, classes were over for the day. Second, it was Friday, Third, no detention and finally drum roll please! Fourth - And most important, No monsters destroying Townsville! Now to meet up with the study-hollic Blossom and her air headed-err forgetful-ahem lovable sister Bubbles.
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As quick as a flash she was out the door books, papers, and bag in hand, too quickly she found to avoid collision with the body that had suddenly appeared before her.
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Quite normally a human would have been knocked off their feet and sent flying, while she scrambled with apologies and rushed them to the emergency room praying that the internal bleeding and the broken bones where of the most minor of infractions... Mostly because the following lecture was usually dictated by said patients injury both from the Mayor and the Professor and then of course the punishment meant spending long grueling hours on patrols, and community service for the next two weekends straight at least!
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Yet that was for a normal person and gods be praised and damned that this was no normal person.
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Instead papers and books went flying and both teens were knocked off their feet at the unexpected impact. By the time the last papers settled eyes opened and sea green met crimson, realization struck at the same moment, of the closeness or rather connection of their respective persons to each other. Buttercup sprang away from Brick who slowly pulled himself up from the sprawl she forced him into. A devilish gleam appearing in his eyes at Buttercup's apparent shock almost horror filled expression as she watched him a hand hovering over her mouth. Torn between whipping vigorously and not wanting his germs permanently ingrained.
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"Did you forget so quickly Buttercup? Kisses don't work on us anymore." Brick taunted, enjoying the flash of fire in her eyes.
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"You ass!" Her hand dropped from its hovered position as it joined her other fisted at her side as she valiantly tried to refrain from physically harming him.
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"Now now Buttercup good little girls aren't supposed to curse. Do it again and you'll have to be punished." Brick smiled mockingly an idea popping into his head, the perfect way to to get one up on Butch for blotching up his attempted robbery by blabbing to Buttercup. His hopes of getting on her good side no doubt, and Brick supposed he did for by the time he got home nursing his wounds, all of which Buttercup had personally inflicted, Butch had already been there smiling insanely.
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What better than a way to piss off Buttercup? She was the most inventive fighter of the girls anyway.
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"You bastard!"
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Bricks smile turned from mocking to wickedly pleased in a millisecond flat as he flashed forward and pinned Buttercups arms to her sides. Holding her body against his own, his free hand moved to the back of her neck to manipulate her head as he willed. He had her head turned up towards his own before she could think to fight back. Brick stared into her eyes for but a moment, under the pretense of letting her know just exactly what he planned on doing- before stealing her upturned lips with his own. It was the simplest of revenges after all.
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It was different then kissing Blossom he decided, where as Blossom's kiss was nearly irritatingly spicy, Buttercup was sweet like candy or sugar or just-just undeniably sweet. At her gasp of outraged shock and sudden bought of struggles as she over came said shock, he devils deeper, original motive forgotten, his strength of grip tightening almost painfully against her as her struggles increased. He liked it, or at least he did until her knee found his groin and like every other male his single minded haze was broken for new purpose and he fell to his knees in pain, the follow-up punch to the face that sent him careening into the far wall- was if only in his mind unwarranted.
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He caught a look at her as he crashed into the wall she was panting her face stained red, her eyes livid and Brick couldn't ever recall seeing a more desirable sight.
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With speed and movements almost too fast to see save her trade mark green glow she was gone and so were her once scattered books and papers, save one which had landed amongst his own. He recognized it immediately as he shoved his own things into his bag belatedly realizing he should have shoved them in there before he had left his classroom.
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There was absolutely no way he could have not recognized her distinct.. artistry, a career in which she should never seek if this was the best she could do. The doodles in the top corner of the page his brothers and his own defeat with a smiling stick figured Buttercup - notable because of the green colored pencil used to color her stick figure outfit, was standing over their prone forms her fist raised in triumph. It was more than just a hallmark of her work it might as well be her calling card. He had to hand it to the girl she sure had an imagination.
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He picked up the page and scanned it finding it full of nothings notes, drawings and doodles, monsters, creatures, villains, robots, and most of which he knew for a fact Buttercup had defeated by herself. A few others she had defeated with the help of her sisters. It was only the text at the bottom of the page that had him infuriated for it read in bold and rather script like print ' Most Easily Defeated' most easily defeated was he?! Come on she had him on likes with MoJo JoJo! And she'd at least drawn him better!
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He'd show her. What better way to show her than to use the most valuable information attained this day against her? And they say you didn't learn anything of real importance at school. It appeared the undefeatable Buttercup had a most becoming weakness. She didn't like to be kissed.
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Brick's tongue shout out to briefly taste the faint sweet tang that remained behind, savoring its flavor with a near bitter reverence. Oh would he enjoy this. Brick's laugh was evil and near hair raising in the silence of the empty hallway, it's echo is said to be ever present to this day when one is alone by themselves.
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Time to find Buttercup. With jerky movement attributed to the impatient, the rest of his straying paperwork and Buttercup's doodles where shoved into his pack which was then loaded on to his shoulder as he sped off in the direction that he'd seen Buttercup disappear.
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'Ready or not here I come.'
Buttercup was thankful that this time she was able to prevent a head on collision with the body that appeared in front of her. Then again it also helped that this particular body was expecting her all things considering.
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"Buttercup your late! Did you get detention again? The Professor is going to be vivid!"
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"No Bubbles I didn't get detention again-I was merely caught up in the hall."
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The red blush that lit her cheeks a pail pink was all but impossible to hide from the ever seemingly superficial Bubbles, as Buttercup unwittingly called up the image of what just happened in the hall way with Brick.
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"Oh! You met up with Butch didn't you..." Bubbles trailed off suggestively.
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"No-I-!"
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"Butch and Buttercup sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G first comes love."
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"Bubbles!" Buttercup nearly growled at her the once faint blush on her cheeks now gone as though never having ever been. Bubbles knew better.
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"Then comes marriage."
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"BUBBLES! Shut up! I didn't meet Butch in the hallway he wasn't even at school today you twit!"
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"Well..Then why were you blushing?"
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"Because something embarrassing happened." She wasn't lying...
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"Oh.."
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"Where's Blossom?"
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"She said she had to cancel, she has finals to study for and worry about and to call her if anything happens. -That we can't handle and not to bother with the false alarm like last time, she's got the Mayor on speed dial."
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Just the the slightest hint of an unhappy frown marred Buttercup's face for but a split second, so quickly that only their current stalker caught. A frown now marring his own face at the unexpected news.
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"So Buttercup did you really get us passes to that new little club in China Town? Like, that's nearly impossible! Not even Princess could get a pass, even after she complained to her Daddy. How did you do it?"
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The superior looking smug Buttercup was back leaving no trace of the brief glimpse of grief that had so slightly cast a shadow threw her seemingly impenetrable armor. Was it truly his imagination? Brick wondered while listening in, his interest not even slightly veiled, especially now that they had so successfully derailed his previous plans for this Friday evening.
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"That's for me to know and you to never find out."
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"Aww come on Buttercup.."
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"Nope. Now come on its time to get ready, did you get the costume I told you?"
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"But why did I have to get it? It so ugly."
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"That's not the point Bubbles it's part of the celebration you can take it off at midnight anyway everyone does. Now lets go."
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With that they were off a single figure emerged from his hiding place against the lockers unnoticed, his crimson eyes glinting with a selfish pleasure that only the truly greedy can possess. A new club in China Town, hm? Maybe it was time to crash a party.
By the time Brick got to the club he was absolutely jolly with glee, as the hours ticked by however his patience grew thin. Jolly - joy - whatever the hell it had been wasn't there anymore and alcohol was refusing to console him. By this time though at 11:30, he decided to wait out the celebration climax, his own mask beginning to irritate him, so long as it kept Buttercup or any of the Powerpuff Girls for that matter from recognizing him...
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While not necessarily needed there was still the highly unlikely event that he had over looked Buttercup. After all there were so very few females he could ever imagine seeing in combat boots, pants and short black hair barely styled. In this particular club out of the people that where wearing such items, not a single one actually matched her weight, height or particular body build. After spending the entirely of his life fighting her and her sisters one would have to give him due credit.
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Although he doubted the girls any of them would recognize him the only true give away to his identity was his signature red baseball cap, but it like time, was something that would never change. No one would dare to touch it or even mention removing it. If they did try and make a liar of him they would not be conscious long enough to fully regret their actions, only doing so when they woke in intensive care however long later.
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Not even Blossom tried anymore to attain it from him anymore. The few fights they had gotten into about it had developed into battles of town renown. Though no one save one, namely well Him dared to openly laugh and mock Blossom's defeat about them.
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For some stupid reason she had wanted his hat as proof of her relationship with him, because so many other females she knew were gaining possessions from their boyfriends and some other such rot. That didn't mean Blossom should automatically expect the same, Hell! They weren't even dating yet! Every time they tried she bailed on him like today! Or he might have set her up a time or two for a robbery...
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However he could forgive and forget this time and all the others ...-that is saying so long as something came along to improve his night.
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No sooner had the thought made it past his subconscious than his eyes were caught and feasted upon an obviously experienced dancer and her ever lush little body. Mid thigh length black leather skirt rising just a bit higher with every lithe twist of her hips, doing more things to his body than he would ever admit to aloud. In fact it was a full minute before he could tear his eyes away from her well toned legs to take in the rest of her well developed body. Her white tank top seemed to glow in the black lights like a beacon, ever beckoning him and he could only seem process in his sudden stuperment how he had over looked such beauty before.
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It was the second after that Brick realized he wasn't the only appreciative audience in the room. As it was, it was all he could do to get to her first and not give way his current secret identity, but then again who could blame him? With a body like that he could find no fault in his actions. However Brick realized something rather suddenly as he pulled the female to himself, he had never really danced before.
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Granted he had been roped into doing a dance with Blossom. Never again. She was far more clumsy than he, and she was far from light footed. You'd think with as agile as she was with fighting and school work she would naturally be just as good at this too. No. Her dancing, clod hopping over feet could be lethal maneuvers on their own. No, she was not dancing again there was no hope. She should never try to even think about dancing ever, ever, Ever again.
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The female in front of him however.. regardless of his less than gentlemanly actions and current behavior, began to dance against him pressed too intimately against him. His face heated behind his mask and he was suddenly grateful for both staying and not tearing off his mask the moment he grew irritated with it to grab another, less covering mask in its place.
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Brick began to tentatively mimic her moves, pressing and grinding his body against her own somewhat awkwardly, ok it might have been more than somewhat... Brick had decided however, he would have to come here more often, he liked this...
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He could smell her, her scent was nearly indistinguishable a soft lull against his enhanced senses and he decided after a deep intake of her nearly familiar fragrance, he liked that too. Her mask kept the majority of her features hidden from his view but he had a good vantage point to see her parted, nearly pouted mouth white teeth visible as she smiled, at him? Who knew? He couldn't draw his eyes away from her glossed lips, what did they taste like? He asked himself bewitched.
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More than glad that the Powerpuff Girls had unknowingly ditched him. No doubt if even the weak willed Bubbles caught him in this particular position, wrapped around an unknown female, a rather nasty brawl would break out and a fight was the very last thing on his mind at that moment. He was fully intent on enjoying this to the fullest. Damn why couldn't Blossom look this good in a mini skirt? What's more who the hell starts studying for finals four months early anyway, it's High School?!
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"Ladies and Gentlemen announcing five minutes to midnight, the count down has begun."
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True enough several of the little clubs TV's near the bar popped up at little timer. Brick turned his attention back down to the female in his arms. A small smirk appearing on his visible lips, surprised when a light blush spread across her visible face but passed it off, hey just because someone couldn't see his whole face didn't mean he wasn't damn hot!
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His train of thought was broken as she pressed ever closer to him as the beat of the music changed. What could he say..he rather like this one. In fact he was rather surprised he hadn't been slapped yet, he had taken quiet a few unlikely liberties with her body such as touching her rather fine ass, his hand even now was stopped at the lower of her back his fingers twitched against the curve. Then again it was all he could do to keep from roaming his hands all over her small well proportioned body.
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Which he really hoped explained his rather lacklicit dancing performance, rather than his inability to grasp it, as the smartest of the Rowdyruff Boys he wasn't speaking all that well for his brothers intelligence not grasping this as quickly as he did everything else.
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Not that his dancer seemed to mind and he suddenly wanted to crush her to himself as her hips thrust near tauntingly against his, he wanted to more than he'd ever wanted anything before, but he didn't, afraid that to do so would send her scampering away in fear and right now with her fitting against him so perfectly if painfully he couldn't.
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It was only when the music hit its climax that he stopped her from moving unable to bear the teasing touches or curiosity that bit into him rather savagely now, he had to see her face. Everything about her struck an almost eerily familiar cord within him not in a bad way he just had to know had to find out why.
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Slowly but surely he maneuvered them out of the jiving throng of people to where the less than the best, aquard to intermediate dancers were trying to gain a rhythm they were better off forgotten and giving up hope. A spot he never would have allowed himself to be even if that might have been his current skill level here.
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That was however when he heard it, the music died and the lights began to flash his partner was looking up at him in curiosity and if he wasn't mistaken a bit of annoyance, and he found himself all the more excited to see it, he had to see it. Hell he couldn't explain it, they hadn't even been dancing for that long. He'd lost track after the fifth dance but it was a compulsion too strong for even the strong willed Brick to ignore, not that he was even bothering to try.
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"10...9..."
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Brick stared into her eyes left uncovered by her mask, but still impossible to judge her actual eye color, however the glint he could imagine seeing there made him all the more determined to see.
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"5..4..3"
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Brick released his grasp reluctantly from her to grab her mask and his own after all the least he could do for the girl would be to let her have the pleasure of knowing just who she was dancing with. Despite current relations with most of Townsville most of the female populous was mostly ambiguous of the Rowdyruff Boys, even found them attractive he had no reason to believe his own partner wouldn't.
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No sooner was the last second shouted over the loud speaker than did two things happen at once. The first being Brick ripped off both their masks, before either himself or his dancing partner catch a look at each other the second thing happened as well. The lights were dashed, somebody screamed to their left and chaos began. It was only reflex alone that had him grabbing the girl with him before they were nearly violently shoved off the dance floor.
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'God fucking dammit!' Brick held the girl in his arms rather tightly as he backed them away from the majority of the frantic people. He would see her face dammit!
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"Sorry Ladies and Gentlemen a slight technical difficultly if you all would be patient but a moment we'll have this party restarted!" A short man near the stage shouted over the roar of the crowd.
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Brick didn't care his eyes already adjusted to the darkness another benefit of being superhuman. He couldn't take his eyes away from the girls profile her face still veiled to him oddly, but it appeared that even in the darkness her eyes seemed to glint green. Then again it could also be the green glow sticks that where being passed amongst the people on the dance floor, passed from the bar. Her face was tilted up towards him and he wondered staring at her very white teeth as she smiled up at him, if she could see him too, but that thought too was lost as he stared at her mouth.
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Really he couldn't help himself or at least-maybe..he gave in. His fist caught at the hair at the nape of her neck clenching in the unlucky strands of silky hair that happened to be resting there. Before he lowered his head to hers moving slowly letting his intent be known to her before he kissed her.
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Good gods were all girls save Blossom sweet? The fact that the girl had yet to protest or even pull away from his less than gentle or gentlemanly behavior was all the more incentive Brick needed to crush her against him. Flying for a better feel, a better taste, and found the better in the fact she let him. The fact that she had yet to touch him in anyway not in the least bothering him, in fact her lack of efforts had her pinned against a wall as he lost himself in her sweetness, tasting, touching, petting..exploring.
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Be it much surprised to anyone, not his brothers if they bothered to pry..they didn't because to do so would incur his own less than positive attention. He was quite sure Buttercup would be very interested in any dirt he could dig up on Butch, wither he fooled around with anyone else or not... a seed of doubt was all he needed really.
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Not to mention should little Bubbles ever find out that her charming little Romeo wasn't always the saint he pretended to be... But to be totally honest Brick had never once indulged in the pleasures of this magnitude before. The only girl-s he'd ever touched in even a some what sensual way were Blossom - and well Buttercup now, and from the two of them the only one he could compare the girl in his arms to was Buttercup.
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She was sweet like Buttercup, though with the lingering taste of alcohol from his own cruses to the bar or perhaps hers, he didn't know but it was pleasant enough he supposed, wondering faintly what she would taste like without the alcohol dulling his senses.
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The hand removing his hat registered very briefly to the back of his senses. The fact this was the only hand save his own to Ever touch his hat, should have brought a stronger reaction from him. -Like a busted face, but no, he was too immersed in what he was doing at the moment to even bother. To care when her once limp hands finally began to curl themselves into his hair as she finally responded to him. The violent shiver that shot down his spine at the action had nothing to do with being cold or angry. No instead he liked how her hands of their own violation began to guide threw his hair, nails softly raking against his scalp sending goosebumps down him in waves even nimble fingers massaging his scalp sent heat pooling low in his belly.
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Reluctantly Brick broke his kiss he wanted more, he wanted to know.. was she as sweet everywhere else too? His mouth moved trailing nipping at her neck the sounds that erupted at his abrupt action made him groan quietly in pain suddenly. She groaned nearly silently by his ear an action he felt more than heard as he attached his mouth to her collar bone her voice husky to his ears.
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"Much better without the hat."
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Her nails followed her quiet statement raking mildly from his scalp to his neck and he couldn't prevent the gasp that left his lips at the action, but a sudden clarity burst threw his mind and it was then just as suddenly made up and nothing on this Earth could ever change it.
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Brick pulled away from her kissing her soundly before she could have a chance to protest and he turned from her, spotting his hat immediately a small distance away from him. He quickly moved to retrieve it, holding it with a sort of reverence as anyone would their most treasured possession. Brick couldn't tell you what made him do it, why he would chose to give his most precious item to someone he didn't even know. All he could tell anyone even if only to his own mind, was that he wanted some way to clam this one, sure he knew next to nothing about her but he new he liked her and wanted too, more instinctual than anything. It felt right.
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Brick grabbed her hand placing his hat there not even the slightest bit of hesitation on his mind or in his actions. He kissed her then, as if sealing the deal, kissing the very breath from both their lungs before he broke their kiss once more.
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"Keep it it's yours."
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Her head tilted at a quizzical angle so eerily familiar that a not entirely unpleasant jolt ran threw him, but it was ignored.
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"So you can remember me by."
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"Hmmm-?"
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With that they were kissing again just as heatedly as before and dimly Brick registered the return of the music and the fade on of the lights. Even more distantly did he register seeing Buttercup's face, but he couldn't find the will to care. Even the daunting threat that Buttercup could tell Blossom, and that would be utter hell. She would probably kick his ass here and now for consorting with another and he probably wouldn't be able to take a breath without wincing for days afterward...
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He should care he knew, but he couldn't, no instead he pressed closer to the female he was kissing, as if the world were ending. Certain should he ever stop it would, he backed her into the sturdy wall behind her, neatly pinning her inviting frame against his own.
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Brick finally broke for air what felt like minutes later and got the first real view of his mystery girl. His face turned ashen white his brain began to systematically shut down from over load.
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His mystery girl..was..was Buttercup...it took a minute to process that thought and to get his daft brain to process what his eyes were trying to tell him. He'd been Kissing Buttercup! He'd-he'd...he'd.. Buttercup seemed just as stunned as he and for once no smart mouth retort came from her mouth at his expense. In fact she moved not an inch, her green eye large, unguarded and completely vulnerable. He wanted to kiss her again knowing now as he hadn't seconds ago, his head moved to do so before he'd realized he had moved.
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A flash of red caught his attention before his lips could do more than briefly brush across her own. It was his hat, held within her clenched hand pressed to her chest and a sudden clarity broke threw him. Brick jumped back instantly missing the connection of their persons, however he caught himself before he could do something foolish. A last look at the flushed wide eyed vulnerable Buttercup nearly undid him again. He was out of there the next instant, flying home as if hells hounds themselves were at his heels.
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So quickly did he make it home that not a one of his brothers noticed his arrival even ignoring the slamming of the door. Neither brother bothered to come and see him as both were content with the knowledge that no one would be a fool to break into their home. No sooner had the door slammed shut then Brick in his room and under his covers fully dressed and all his mind blissfully blank. Though thoughts, feelings, answers, questions- all of this just brimmed the surface ready to bombard him without a seconds notice. He didn't give them leave to rise and to shocked to disobey his mind allowed them to be held back for the time being.
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Praying for sleep, he was both relieved when it was granted and thankless as his haunting came to him to plague his dreams, no longer suppressed by his conscious mind, the sweet tang on his lips following him along into dream land.
Buttercup sat on her bed hat held in her lap her hands all but cradling it.
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What had possessed him to give her his hat? Why him anyway? She hadn't known she'd been dancing with him! Really she hadn't, she never would have... Blossom was going to be so pissed! Had he done it on purpose? Maybe he was just joking and this wasn't the hat he always wore... but it looked like it... Why had he kissed her? Was he cheating on Blossom? Was he trying to get some sort of revenge of some kind? But how had he known where she'd be? Was it a coincidence? He probably hadn't known it was her threw the mask. Then why had she let a stranger kiss her in the first place?
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She could blame it on the alcohol... but she had wanted to kiss him. Well not Brick, but the man who had held her in his arms, she'd liked how he had held her. It was her only excuse and a very poor one at that, but not Brick, never him. It wasn't supposed to be him. Brick was Blossoms, Butch liked her she was supposed to date Butch. He liked fighting they had a lot in common, she and Brick didn't have anything in common...
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Ok well he liked to fight too, but that was a Rowdyruff Boys trait as it was hers. Maybe Brick did that to all the girls- and he was just living up to his image as a bad boy play boy? But why kiss Her they hated each other, they were mortal enemies. Maybe he li-.
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"Buttercup?"
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Faster than the eye could see the hat was stuffed under her pillow out of sight and then she was once again sitting as she had been with an unfaked look of exhaustion settling itself upon her features.
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"Buttercup?"
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The door to the Powerpuff Girls shared bedroom opened to reveal a ruffled looking teary eyed Bubbles, who's look drastically changed as she saw Buttercup lounging on the bed. Yep she still needed to work on her acting, she might be able to pull the look off for anyone who wasn't her sister or paying close enough attention. Buttercup however was far too familiar with her 'come you must pity and console me and give me attention, and then tomorrow buy me something I know is going to cost you at least half a years worth of allowance' ploy.
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"Buttercup, you left me all by myself..!"
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The teary eyes and now for extra added effect as though her previous slip had been nothing more than a trick of the light a teary voice entered to match. But Buttercup couldn't deal with this at the moment, it was emotional, it was confusing and only added to the day she had had so far. With no one to hit to take out her anxieties on, really it was just too much for a girl to handle.
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"Bubbles not now k' I don't feel so well right now and I'm tired. I'm sorry ok I'll make it up to you another time."
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Buttercup finished as soon as she saw placation ease the line of a determined pout on Bubbles face, but Buttercup knew better than to assume she was satisfied. No doubt first thing in the morning, she would go and tattle to Blossom and then she'd never hear the end of it, for making Blossom miss her studies to comfort the 'grieving' Bubbles. In the morning she might care, right now she couldn't bring herself to even attempt at dredging up the needed emotion.
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Quickly so as to avoid suspicion Buttercup readied herself for bed, keeping a close but unnoticed eye on Bubbles, if she was suspicious of her behavior Bubbles was not skilled enough to keep it from her expression for long. It was only after the lights were turned off and both she and Bubbles were securely tucked into their respective beds that she allowed herself to relax and drift off to sleep, or at least appear so.
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The slight snores from Bubbles confirming her to be dead to the world, for Bubbles ever the superficial perfectionist would never allow herself to even pretend to have such a grievous fault. Even for the benefit of information or direness the situation.
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Finally relaxed Buttercup drifted as she curled herself further into a more comfortable position, her hand of its own violation moved under her pillow and grasped the hat there. She finally slept and for the first time in her life she slept dreamlessly, no longer fighting the demons and monsters of the world and solely protecting Townsville from harm or disaster, she simply slept peacefully till morning.
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Her grasp of the red hat tight and unyielding even in her sleep and unknown to anyone even herself a smile crept on her face peaceful and almost care free.
P.B. Here welcome back to another attempt at remaking these chapters. I know where did I learn the English language, well wouldn't you like to know. Anyway. Future chapters pending soon, it all depends on how the reconstruction goes. So please read, review and tell me what you think! Bye!.