Disclaimer: I don't own the PPG's. I wouldn't want to own it anyway.

Warnings: Ah… AU, mild swearing, maybe some OOC-ness, quite some OC's… And I might decide to break the fourth wall, if I feel like it. Is that it?

Try to imagine an anime styled PPG.

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'When has all of this started? A simple question, just a simple question. Well, I could answer million of question, some far more difficult than that particular question. I was a teenage genius! I had a mind that could have rivaled even the great professor Einstein himself. But no, I couldn't answer that one simple question...'

Flashback

"Professor, what are we made of?" A curious Bubbles asked. She was in her little blue nightgown and had little blue ribbons holding her blond pigtails. Her big blue eyes were wide and shining as she waited for an answer. He just started at her.

"W-what do you mean 'what you're made of'? A slightly confused boy asked her in return. His midnight blue hair was even messier than ever. He obviously already sleeping before Bubbles woke him up again. All he was wearing were a pair of green boxers and a white, wrinkled tanktop.

"I mean, we have all these superpowers. We couldn't have possibly been born like this, could we? I mean...yeah it could be possible, but what are the chances of that? I know that you don't know much about us, but... I mean, come on, how many little girls do you know that can fly, shoot laser beams from their eyes and have super human strength?" She said in one breath, not breaking her gaze with the young boy.

He thought for a while. Suddenly, realization hit him, he didn't know. Him! Boy genius! There was a simple answer he didn't know. What were the PowerPuff Girls made of? He shook his head slowly.

"I...I...don't know." He said hanging his head in shame. He was pathetic. Bubbles closed her eyes and smiled.

"Oh, well that's okay, professor. I guess not everyone knows the answer to everything in this world. Not even you. Don't feel bad about it," She said cheerfully. "Anyway, thanks for trying, though. Goodnight!" She smiled and bounced of to her room that she shared with her sisters.

The teenage boy just stood there, his bangs covering up his eyes. He slowly moved back and closed the door to his room.

"Yeah," he mumbled. "Goodnight..." He turned around and leaned against the door with his back. He stayed like that for a few minutes. Then he looked up. "I didn't know..." He tilted his head up a bit more. "I didn't know. I couldn't answer Bubbles' question."

He remained leaning against the door, still spacing of. Suddenly, he was overcome with rage. "How can I not know something?" He then looked up, balling his fists and gritting his teeth. 'Well, I'm gonna do everything in my damn power to figure out what those girls are made up, no matter what."

End Flashback

Element Elementary School

"Blossom? Blossom? Blossom!" The teacher nearly yelled through the whole classroom. Blossom was absent mindedly staring outside. The teacher walked up to her table and dropped a book on her desk. This startled Blossom back to reality. She looked up into her teachers eyes.

"Ah, yes, sensei?" Blossom asked nervously.

"Oh good, I see that you've finally decided to join us on planet earth, that's so nice of you." The teacher said, grinning a bit. The whole class burst our laughing. Blossom blushed a bit.

"S-sorry. I'll try to be more attentive in class now." She said staring at the pencil on her desk.

"Good, now, could you please go up to the board and answer the question on the black board?" The teacher asked politely. Blossom nodded and walked up to the board. The teacher followed her. Class continued on normally, Blossom still looking outside occasionally. The teacher made a mental note to move her away from the window. After a couple of hours the dismissal bell went.

"Don't forget class, make pages 124 till 150 of your math book and read chapter 1, 2 and 3 from your history books, there will be a test on Friday. Also, the 2000 word essay on pollution is due tomorrow; I hope you've all made it." The whole class groaned. "Don't be like that, and Blossom?" Blossom looked up. "I'd like to have a word with you. Class dismissed. All the students ran out the classroom. Finally, freedom.

"Blossom, we'll be waiting outside for you, okay?" Bubbles told her sister. She simple nodded. Bubbles followed Buttercup outside.

"Make sure you don't take too long." Buttercup said, and she closed the door.

Blossom walked over to the teacher, head hanging low.

"Blossom, I've noticed that you space off a lot during class. Anything I can help you with? Problems at home maybe?" The teacher asked. Blossom simple shook her head. It remained silent for a while. The teacher wondering what she should say next. She brushed one of her purple, green tipped strands behind her ear, staring at her student with her emerald green eyes. She sighed. "Blossom, you're a very intelligent girl. You get excellent grades, you're nice to everyone in the class and you try to help everyone as much as possible, but lately, all that's changed. You're always spacing out. You've really got me worried, you know?" She hesitated.

"I'm okay, really, I am. It's just... I can't tell you." Blossom whispered.

"Okay, Blossom, but remember, if anything is troubling you, I'm right here to help you. I just don't want to see one of my A-students to fall into some sort of ditch." She smiled warmly. Blossom simple nodded. "You may leave now." And that's just what Blossom did.

She walked over to her locker were her sisters were standing.

"Blossom, you're back. How'd it go?" Bubbles asked curiously.

"Yeah, did you get detention or something?" Buttercup smirked.

"Buttercup, don't be so mean to Blossom!" Bubbles yelled. Blossom just silently grabbed all her stuff and followed her sister outside the school gates.

"Blossom, is everything okay?" Bubbles asked Blossom, her concern evident in her voice.

"Yeah red, what's up? You haven't been your usual Ms. Perfect self lately." She said. Blossom shook her head.

"It's nothing, really."

"It most definitely is something. You even space of in class, you never space of in class." Buttercup said, getting slightly irritated. It grew silent. Bubbles was the first to speak.

"It's...the professor, isn't it?" Blossom flinched.

"The professor? What about that bastard? He's just a pain in the-"

"Buttercup! We're fourth graders! You can't go around swearing!" Bubbles said. Buttercup just mumbled something under her breath. Bubbles looked at Blossom again. "Look, Blossom, I know that the professor has been really busy these days, but that's no reason to get so depressed over! I mean, I don't even know why you're so depressed about it!"

"I-I'm not d-depressed!" Blossom stuttered. "I-it's just...he's so preoccupied lately. He barely even talks to any of us anymore. All he does is make our breakfast, lunch and dinner. Then he locks himself up in his lab. I really miss talking to him." Blossom whispered the last sentence. It was still loud enough for Buttercup to hear, though.

"Ooooh, Blossom's got a crush on the professor. Wait till he finds out!" Buttercup started running and flew off.

"H-hey! It's not like that! Buttercup! Come back!" Blossom quickly followed her sister.

"Hey guys, wait!" And Bubbles flew off as well.

PowerPuff Girls house

"You know, no matter how often I look at the house… I can never quite get used to it…" Buttercup said while looking at the house. It was white and when standing in front of it you saw six windows. It looked like any ordinary house, but no, this wasn't any ordinary house. This house had numerous tubes surrounding it, what those tubes were for, the girls may never know. The professor says that they're some sort of transporting device…

The girls walked into their house. It was empty and looked very lonely. The girls walked straight down the hallway. On the right side was the kitchen, which was a complete mess. On the right was the living room. They walked until the walls between them disappeared and it became an open clearing, which was also known as the living room, actually. In front of them was a staircase. On the left side of the staircase was a door. The door was slightly open, and you could see some sort of green light coming from behind that door. The girls opened the door further.

"Professor?" Bubbles asked cautiously. Am irritated murmur was heard.

"What?" The voice said.

"Um, we just wanted to say that we were home." Blossom continued.

"Is that all?"

"Yeah, I suppose." Buttercup said nonchalantly.

"Then would you guys please leave me alone. I'm very busy now."

"Yes professor." The girls said in unison. They slowly closed the door and walked up the staircase and turned right, because that's where their room was. They opened the door to their room and went inside. The quietly dressed out of their school uniforms and into their usual sleeveless dress. That's when Buttercup burst.

"That bastard! Who does he think he is? He never even makes an effort to properly greet us! I mean, how heartless can you be? We have to cook for ourselves, clean the house. Hell, we even do his laundry!" Buttercup ranted.

"Buttercup, calm down. I'm sure the professor has his reasons…" Blossom said.

"You're always coming up for that bastard of a professor!" Buttercup yelled.

"Buttercup, watch your tongue! The professor is not a bastard. He's very kind and generous." Blossom countered.

"Yeah? Well, if he was generous, then why doesn't he notice that every night we come home battered up and bruised after a long day of crime fighting? AND that we still have to finish our homework, cook dinner, take a shower AND do the groceries when we run out of food sometimes?"

"W-Well, I do agree that fighting crime is a little hard with only the three of us. And that it gets hard to keep up with our chorus as well. But…that isn't his fault! There's nothing he can do about it!"

"Oh yeah? He's a kid genius; he should be able to invent SOMETHING to help us fight crime easily."

"Buttercup!"

"Blossom!"

"Stop it guys, just please. Please, stop fighting." Bubbles cried, tears already streaming from her eyes.

"Bubbles." Blossom and Buttercup said in unison.

"Ever since the professor locked himself in his lab you guys have been fighting continuously. I really don't like it when you guys fight. I'm sure, too, that the professor has a good reason for doing what he does. All we have to do is be patient…" Bubbles said. She started wiping the tears on her face. "We just have to be patient…and hope for the best.

Professor's lab

"Gah, why can't I figure it out?" The young professor screamed, knocking a stack of papers on the cold floor, "I know they weren't born like that, they were created…but how? What are they made of?" He sat down in his chair, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He started thinking about the girls, talking to himself.

"Hmm, Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup... I remember the first time I saw them. It was the first day I moved into this house..." He smiled, "Bubbles is so very sweet, like sugar." He raised a brow, "Sugar? Possible, but not likely, Buttercup is the very opposite of Bubbles, so there's no way that sugar could be one of the ingredients. She's very stubborn and has quite the attitude...like spice maybe?" He paused, "I must be hungry, I'm only mentioning things you put in food…"

He then looked at a picture that was on his table. It had him and the girls on it at the beach. He smiled and looked at each one of the girls one by one. "Bubbles, sweet like sugar. Buttercup, hard to handle like spice (1). Blossom…" He stopped at her, "She's very smart and mature. You could almost call her the perfect little girl. She's sweet, like sugar, but also a little hard to handle, like spice. A bit of everything nice..." He blinked a few times. "Sugar, spice and everything nice...where have I heard that one before?"

He got up and paced around the lab a few times. "Sugar, spice and everything nice...it sounds like something from a kid's book, yet... It could be very well true."

He walked out of the laboratory and into the kitchen. He opened one of the cupboards and took put a bag of sugar and another bag of spice. He took a bowl and put the ingredients in it. He then walked up the stairs and into the girls' room. He noted that the house was quite. 'Must have gone out for groceries…' He looked through the girls' closet and took out a few toys, walked out of their room, down the stairs and into his lab.

"Sugar, spice and everything nice, sounds like the ingredients of the perfect little girl. But what gave it shape? The power it needed to turn into three little super powered girls?" He started pacing around the lab, again. The bowl was on the table with all the ingredients already in it. He leaned against something.

'Hmm, the ingredients to make the perfect little girl, but what I need are the ingredients for the perfect little super powered, crime fighting girls. The girls are overworked; I know that, it's all rather obvious. The food tasted horrible these past few days and I haven't had a clean pair of underwear for a few days... There's another ingredient, a fourth ingredient, I know that. What is it?' The professor was in deep thought, he put his hand down and something moved. He looked down and saw that he had pushed a button. He looked up and saw that their was a container of Chemical X. He looked down again and saw the contents of the container emptying into the bowl with his ingredients for the perfect little girl. He sweat dropped.

"This won't end well..." Then there was and explosion.

When he opened his eyes, he was shocked. Then, he started to smile and then he started laughing. The lab door was thrown open.

"Professor, we heard an explosion coming from here and we came as quickly as we could to see what was going on..." Blossom said, a brown paper bag in one hand, with a piece of bread sticking out. The professor's hunch was right. Bubbles and Buttercup suddenly appeared from behind Blossom, worry evident on both their faces.

"W-wait...who are they?" Bubbles asked, pointing at...whoever was standing behind the professor. The professor was grinning manically.

"We," A voice said from the professor, "Are your new sisters."

TBC?

(1) Um...that was the only thing that would come up in me. Sorry if it sounds...idiotic.

And so I end this chapter with a cliffie, what do you think? I'm trying to turn this into a doujinshi, but I'm not having very much luck. So I decided to write it out for the time being.

Constructive criticism would be nice... So... R&R, please?