Hey FanFiction! I honestly never thought I'd become an author here but hey, life is full of surprises! This has been bugging me for a while now and I finally decided to do something about it. This will probably be not only my first but last Fanfic unless something starts bugging me again :) I hope you enjoy! Read and Review!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Powerpuff Girls or Rowdyruff Boys

Seven years ago

Another ordinary day in school, how boring I thought as I got on the bus. After the first week of 4th grade I've gotten pretty bored of everything; the teacher was supper happy and preppy (claims it's because she was a cheer leader in high school) she hasn't taught us anything, much to Blossoms disappointment. The only thing she's done so far the past week was talk about herself, which is sadly not as interesting as she thinks. Well not to me anyway; Bubbles found her cheerleading and artist days to be extremely fascinating.

As I reached my seat on the bus I saw something strange; someone was in my seat before I was. Who's this kid? I thought to myself. I glared at him and tapped his shoulder but when he looked up with wide green eyes, I suddenly felt odd. I could have just told him to get lost and he could have scurried off to another seat like anyone else would, but instead I said, "Hey um…move over," and sat down beside him.

All my life I have been the toughest in the group, Bubbles the sweetest and Blossom the smartest. Out of my sisters I'm the most feared, no one even dares messing with me. About two years ago when my sisters and I moved to Townsville, this guy named Mitch tried to pick on me. Honestly I couldn't care less…then he started to pull on Bubbles' pigtails. I pulled Bubbles away and knocked him out with one punch. I got suspended for fighting, but at least neither of my sisters got picked on again. Now that I'm thinking about it why am I, the toughest fighter, sharing my seat with a stranger? The next day on our way to school I was sitting next to my sisters, playing a video game, when the boy from yesterday and two others were being extremely obnoxious.

"Hey!" my friend Scarlet yelled. "Shut up! You're getting annoying."

"You're not the boss of us! Get lost ugly!" A red-head with a baseball cap shouted.

"Yeah! Get lost ugly!" The blonde guy beside them repeated. The red-head hit the blonde on the head and turned back to Scarlet whose face twisted in anger.

"Who are you calling ugly? I'm better looking than you!" She growled.

"In your dreams! Have you looked in a mirror lately?" Red questioned.

"Hey Brick? I don't think she can even dream herself pretty," laughed the boy from yesterday. Blossom reached over our seat and smacked the red-head on the head, gaining his attention.

"Ganging up on a person is horrible; that's how cowards play!"

"You calling me a coward?!" Brick cried angrily.

"I'm saying that you shouldn't be so mean to people. Sure there are better ways of asking others to be quiet but-HEY!" Just then the green-eyed boy snatched Blossoms big red bow right off her head and was laughing historically with his friends. I slowly raised my head from my game and shot a death glare at him; causing his laughter to die down almost instantly.

"Do us all a favor and give my sister back her bow before I make your life a living nightmare," I growled.

His reaction defiantly wasn't one I expected; he gave a mischievous smile before leaning closer to me and whispering, "I'm not afraid of you, ya know."

"Are you sure about that?" I asked.

"More than sure," He assured me.

I narrowed my eyes while his smile grew wider; both of us refused to turn away from each other as if it had turned into a staring contest, even when the bus jerked to a stop. Only moments later did he pull away to join the other two boys, but not before tossing Blossoms bow over his shoulder.

"Who are they?" Bubbles asked.

"Who knows who cares. At least we don't have the same class," I grumbled.

"Classes don't matter now, we should be careful around them. They seem like the types who enjoy causing trouble," Blossom said as we got off the bus. When we walked into class I felt Blossom tense up and saw Bubbles freeze, confusing me until I noticed who they were looking at. If I had a dime for every time I decided that the universe hated me I would have...well…a dime; because sure enough the boys from the bus were there. We all had the same class. Perfect.

Every day for the next three years, the green one and I fought over the dumbest things in the world. Like who was using the glue first, which scissors were mine, who was the better sportsmen, who loved bacon the most, all were extremely pointless and most of the time we didn't even know what we were fighting about. He never noticed but when we fought people would gather around as if they were watching the TV, I always joked about it saying we were famous actors or something. It became a daily routine; we were all so used to it that no one expected what happened next.

"You're moving?!" I screamed. He looked up from where he sat at his desk running his fingers through his raven black hair. I didn't know he was moving until I got off the bus a few minutes ago.

"Yeah, so?"

"I see you every day! Why am I the last to know?"

"Maybe because I didn't want you to know, and why do you care anyway? Do you even know my name?" He asked. I felt a blush creep its way on my cheeks as I gave that a thought. It's true that I didn't know his name; we've called each other rude names since day one. Still, that doesn't mean I won't care if he's gone.

"What does that have to do with anything? Besides, it's not my fault you've never told me your name!" I argued. He sighed and looked away so I couldn't see his face.

"It's Butch."

"Well then Butch, why wouldn't you want me to know?" I demanded.

"Everybody moves eventually Buttercup, it's nothing new. Why are you making it such a big deal? You in love with me or something?" he laughed. I felt my face grow even hotter and knew he could see it too.

"'Course not you idiot! I hate you!"

"Oh yeah? Well I loathe you! And don't be so dramatic, wouldn't someone be happy to have the person they hate move away?" he asked with a blank, expressionless face.

"Well…who's going to argue with me if your gone? Who am I going to trade food with if you're not here? Who am I going to pull pranks on? Who's going to be the only one who's not afraid to deal with me?" My voice cracked at the last line, and I didn't know why but I felt…lonely. Butch just snorted.

"Trade food with your friends, pull pranks on your sisters, and maybe you should stop arguing with people. Maybe you should start acting like a girl!" Everyone gasped, and my eyes began to sting. Out of everything he could have said, why did he have to go that far? Stab my heart and twist the knife why don't ya. No one has ever said anything like that to me before, and having to hear something like this coming out of his mouth, somehow made the pain feel twenty times worse. Trying to disguise my pain, I straightened my back and as an anger reflex I clenched my hands.

"Maybe you should go die in a hole!" I screamed.

"Buttercup!" Blossom gasped. The room was immediately deathly silent, and I knew I went too far. Just because I'm the toughest, it didn't mean I didn't know when I've crossed the line. Too late now. The bell rang signaling the beginning of class. All day whispers filled the air as my fight with Butch slowly became the latest gossip topic. I hated it. Why couldn't these people just mind their own business? Out of pure stubbornness I refused to be the person who backed down first; I didn't glance at Butch once all day and he did the same. The next day his seat was empty. Butch is gone.