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Chapter 1

Bubbles POV

To say the battle was brutal would be an understatement. It seems like the Rowdyruff Boys have been at the top of their game lately, and my sisters and I were struggling to keep up. They were no longer the annoying, playful, destructive young boys we use to know when we were five. Now thirteen years later in their place were three young men floating above us; with arms crossed and a smirk of victory across their features, their eyes screamed with blood lust.

We scrambled to get out of the crater the boys put us in. Every part of my body was screaming in protest, but we had to keep going. I glanced at my sisters and they were just as bad as I was.

"You know, I'm a bit disappointed. I expected more from you three, despite how pathetic you are."

"Shut up Brick!!" Buttercup yelled with absolute rage.

"Aww did I upset little Butterball." His smirk grew.

That did it. Buttercup flew at Brick before he even registered what was happening. She knocked the wind out of him and the two crashed into the nearest convenient store, leveling it to the ground. Never one to want to be outdone by his brother Boomer tackled Blossom and soon they were a mix of pink and blue in the sky.

I was standing up by then and looking every which way for Butch but he was nowhere to be found. A sense of unease began to fill me, but before I could place where it was coming from I was grabbed by the waist and thrown into an old warehouse. My sleeves were shredded and bloodied, my leg was hurt badly and probably would have needed stitches if it weren't for my powers, my ribs were defiantly broken now, and my head felt as if Big Billy just sat on it.

The dust started to clear up and standing on the far end of the room was Butch. He was leaning casually against the wall, with hands in his pockets, and a sick twisted look of amusement.

I would never admit it out loud but I always held a sort of attraction to Butch. It was by no means love, not even close; but the way he presented himself always made me admire him. He was a great fighter and an important addition to the team… unlike me.

Butch was without a doubt not hard to look at. He was muscular, but not overly buff, had a strong jaw, and a sun kissed tan. His black hair was as spiky as before, but was now a bit shorter and had an edge to it. But his most intense feature was without a doubt his eyes. They were a beautiful shade of green, but as cold and unforgiving as life had made him out to be.

I was crouched on floor holding my ribs in pain, trying my best to glare at Butch and not show how much it hurt. He was slowly coming closer with that sinful smirk, tilting his head to look at me from a few feet away now.

"Bet you weren't expecting this huh princess." He looked away in a bored manner. "Yeah, my brothers and I were getting a little tired of fighting our counterparts, so we decided to switch it up a little bit." His attention was back on me again.

"What the hell do want Butch!?"

He chuckled. "Looks like someone has grown up" he said in a low voice, observing me with interest. I had just about enough of all their crap for one day and in frustration swung my leg to kick him into the next building. In a flash he grabbed my leg and tossed me like a rag doll into a column which broke in half.

Stupid mistake to try to kick him I knew. This is Butch I'm fighting now, Boomer I could handle, but Butch; well… let's not go there.

"Come on baby, show me what you got." His arms were wide open and he was asking for it. I hated being taunted and at that moment common sense flew out of the window.

My body seemed to work ahead of my mind and I was on top of him before I realized it. I went to punch him as hard as I could. Unfortunately he caught my fist and flipped us so he would be on top of me now. Our breaths were mixed together and the distance between us made me blush. He came closer, and his lips moved to my neck; sucking on my skin before moving to my earlobe, biting gently while massaging it with his tongue. The sound that escaped my lips was something between a moan and a gasp; I could do nothing but close my eyes. He then left my ear and moved to kiss me. The kiss was demanding and passionate, but oddly gentle for Butch.

I've kissed boys in the past, I've been on a few dates here and there, and even had a boyfriend once, but that didn't last very long. This kiss however was completely different from all that, it felt as if I was on fire, my whole body was numb and I was obliged to return the favor.

But I couldn't do this. He was my enemy, and with a strength I didn't know I had, I pushed him off me.

We were both panting and out of breath, I still refused to look at him, but I needed to know what happened.

"What do you think you were doing!?" I was furious yes, but for once not so much at him but more at myself for enjoying it.

"Kind of obvious don't you think" he said with a raised eyebrow.

By the time I stood up ready to face him again if I had to he was standing up as well. He was walking slowly to me again; I was instantly reminded of a predator stalking its prey. I moved away until my back hit a wall. He put his hands at the wall blocking my escape from each side and lowered his head at my eye level. I looked down, wanting to avoid his eyes; but he grabbed my chin roughly and forced me to look at him.

"You care about this city, and your sisters, very much don't you?"

"Of course I do, what kind of question is that?" I said a little annoyed. What was he getting at?

He gave me a wicked grin and a chill went up my spine.

"How about we make a little deal sweetheart?" I made a face at the sweetheart comment; he noticed, and it made his grin wider.

"What kind of deal" I asked warily; knowing fully that if my sisters were here they would be yelling at me for even considering asking. But curiosity got the better of me of me, and my sisters weren't here. The grin was still there but he was now staring deeper into my eyes.

"You become mine; and in exchange my brothers and I back off a bit" he barely whispered. He kept staring at me as if he could see into my soul.

"So what, basically I become your little love slave!?" I slapped his hand away from my face but he didn't answer, he didn't need to, I could see my answer in his eyes, in his smirk; I couldn't believe what he was asking.

"My sisters and I are strong enough to deal with you and your brothers on our own!!" I yelled at him like I've never yelled at anyone before. I stood my ground not daring to back down.

"I'm sure you think that." He was toying with me and had that amused look again that I hated more than anything.

"But look at you doll face; your exhausted. It's so easy to get a hero tired…" he continued, tangling his fingers in my loose hair.

"There's so many things that go could wrong in a city this big; so many lives to save; I can imagine the effect that would have on someone. A person's skills and abilities wouldn't nearly be at their best; they could be crushed, so easily." He was whispering again.

"You bastard." I said in a low voice trying not to show my watery eyes.

Of course he only seemed to enjoy that reaction and dipped his head close to my ear.

"I can see you need time to think about this. I'll be touch."

He let me go and turned to walk away; but before he took a step I swung my leg at him again. He stopped my poor attempt to hurt him and pulled me closer. That sick grin was back and all he said was

"Arrivederci sweetheart."

He kissed me on the lips quickly, and threw me with a force so hard I went into the next building; then everything went black…

Well there you have it chapter 1. Let me know if I should continue, I'm not sure if I should.