Chapter 1 – The Confusion that Started it All
This is just something that came to me after hearing Tangled Up in Me by Skye Sweetnam. It's not a bad song, and I thought it would suit Buttercup & Butch...there's nothing much else to say, except that this will be a short, maybe 2 to 3 chapter fic - it was originally going to be a one-shot. Enjoy! :)
Buttercup Utonium was awake - and late for school as well. It was, as you probably know, a sundry, commonplace event. She sat up sleepily, eyes only half-open, stumbled out of bed and into her ensuite bathroom for a shower. Yes, she had an ensuite bathroom - a hot shower was the only way to possibly wake her up in the morning. She groaned as she stepped on the cold tiles. Then she stubbed her toe on the raised ridge at the bottom of the shower.
The ground shook. Windows rattled in their cases as a deafening angry yell echoed throughout the small, cosy home. Downstairs, Bubbles neatly caught a falling sauce jar as it was shaken off its shelf. The Professor intently perused his newspaper as his surroundings vibrated violently. Blossom simply shook her head and saved her glass of orange juice from falling over.
Fifteen minutes later, Buttercup flew down the stairs, book bag in hand.
"Mornin'," she greeted her sisters at the kitchen table. "Anything quick for breakfast?" Bubbles sighed and placed a bowl of porridge in front of her dark-haired sister, earning an incredulous glare. The porridge was steaming hot, looked lovely and had been meticulously made by Bubbles - she had even put some cinnamon, Buttercup's favourite spice, into the mix to tempt her picky sister. The only thing Buttercup could be counted on to eat was ice cream.
"How am I supposed to eat that?" Buttercup asked, indignant. Then, without waiting for a response, "Whatever. I'm going now, seeing as there's no real food to eat around here." And then she was gone, the front door flapping in her slipstream.
"Um. Where's she going?" Blossom asked, curious. "There's nothing on today, right? It's a normal Sunday." Bubbles merely looked down into the abandoned porridge, crestfallen.
The Professor shrugged nonchalantly, muttering: "Anything that gets her up and actually awake is fine by me."
"Whoa, whoa, babe. What's happening?" Butch flew into her flight path, one eyebrow raised. "What's the rush?"
Buttercup screeched to a halt, a loud keening sound actually audible as she slowed. She glared at him.
"Idiot! Get outta my way!" Dodging around him, she continued on her relentless journey. Butch piled on the speed and soon was flying beside her - well, at least as close to beside her as he could get when she was so worked up.
"What's the problem?" he yelled, attempting to make himself heard over the whistle - no, roar - of the wind. "Why are you so mad?"
She glared at him yet again, causing him to grin self-consciously, and rolled her eyes. Using her 'duh' tone, she replied: "I'm late!"
He looked at her, carrying her book bag, wearing a light green t-shirt and her favourite pair of black shorts. Confused, he opened his mouth to ask another question but shut it quickly when a dark green book bag suddenly came flying at his head. Eyes wide, he caught it and decided silently to just tag along to wherever she was headed. She shrugged at him as he continued flying with her, the book bag slung over his right shoulder.
They arrived at the petrol station near Townsville High School at about 8:39am. Looking at her watch, Buttercup smiled proudly and landed near a coke machine. She walked over to it and proceeded to buy herself a Vanilla Coke. She stuck her $3 in the coin slot, pressed the button and waited for the distinctive clunk of the bottle falling into the opening near the bottom of the dispenser.
Except for the classic problem that the coke wasn't falling. If it wasn't falling, she wouldn't get her Coke and she would have no breakfast. Frustrated, she hit the machine with the palm of her hand. Lightly, of course - it would do no good to break the machine.
30 seconds later, Buttercup was kicking the coke machine for all it was worth. Well, for more than it was worth - it was as if she was fighting Him once again. Soon enough, the front of the vending machine was a mess of twisted metal and broken plastic, smoking in an alarming way. Nonchalant, Buttercup reached through the debris, grabbed her coke and was off - there was still a good 2 minutes before she'd be late!
Butch watched her bright green streak arc through the air, completely and utterly confused. He shook his head, both eyebrows raised, and took off after her once again. His dark green streak split the air right next to the fading remainders of hers, looking for all the world like some photograph of a rainbow edited to show only shades of green.