[Remade]

Ok, ima loser, and i know it. yeah, you wanna know how I know I'm a loser, i can almost never stay intrested in a story, so guess what! I'm removing An Odette Story, and adding this new one that will hopefully keep my intrest just for you guys! And so, hope ya enjoy, and here's something i haven't done in a while.

Disclaimer! :I do not own powerpuff girls! Enjoy.

A lone dark figure looked down upond Paris, France, on top of a gargoyle. He scanned the whole town looking from building to building.

"Hmmm...Good night for a stealing..." he mummbled. The dark figure jumped down from the post he was standing on and when he was 6 feet from the ground he grabbed a random pole that was sticking out from the building and flipped onto garbge bags near the building, landing softly.

(*)

Boomer trudged his little sister along as he struggled to keep whatever wramth he had left inside him to stay there. Bubbles, his little sister already had his jacket on, along with her own. When Boomer set for Paris after running away from that horrid orphange, he never thought paris would get this cold.

"Boomer, I'm cold..." The 6 year old complained.

"I'm sorry..." Boomer mummbled in reply to his little sister as they squeezed throught the crowed streets of Paris. While in Paris, for the five days they've been there, plus the lessons they got from the orphange, they learned to speak french quite fluently. The 7 and 6 year old pair walked into a bakery for the warmth it provided, and the smell made it all the better. The problem was they couldn't stay there. Once the worker figured out they aren't there to be buying, he'll kick them out. Bubbles took off her two jackets and handed Boomer his. Boomer put it on still feeling cold, dispite the warmth from the A.C. and the fire in the back for the goodies. Bubbles went up to the glass display that was showing off thier carfully disigned icing and decorations and splashes of cocoa or sugar powder. Bubbles put a big smile on her face as if Boomer was going to buy all of them just for her.

Boomer would have scolded her for going up there and dragged her back to her seat, because if she was up there for too long, (about 10 seconds) the worker will come and ask her bussiness there, she'll say 'just looking' and kick the both of them out. But she looked too happy for Boomer to ruin that for her. If it was up to one of the adults at the orphange, not only would they have dragged her away, they would have given her a good spanking, too, in the bathroom. Boomer sighed as the worker came to the front and saw to the two poeple actually up at the front of the counter wanting to buy something. Boomer got his coat ready to leave so he wouldn't have to be kicked out, hoping he'll have his jacket for more than 2 minutes this time.

As the worker started pulling tarts into a bag for the couple in front, a girl came in the front, a little older than Boomer. She looked a tad tattered up and was wearing old clothing, but she stilled had a pretty face. Long orange hair and light hazel eyes. She had a hint of mischief and rebellion in her eyes as she walked behind the couple. Bubbles was still at the display licking the glass. Boomer put his head down as he chuckled lightly. It was a good thing he got her out of the orphange befor she turned 7. she was no londer considerd a kid, but a child, and with more strict rules and punishment and not at all as much marriment that went on when you were filed under 'kid.'

The worker was about to deal with Bubbles as the other two left but the girl that was behind them tapped her hand on the counter and waved her hand to guesture, 'me first.'

"Ok." She said as she took out dollars and stuffed stray coins and dollars back in her pocket. "*Combien coûtent ces petits gâteaux là-bas?" she asked in french as if it were her mother tounge. (A/N: Just wanted to let you know, not everything will be in french, just when I feel like it. When I don't feel like writting it in french, it will be italicsized.)

"They are 2.50, each" he said in french as if she wouldn't have enough. She pulled out 6.50 and put it on the counter.

"*trois s'il vous plaît" she said with a smile. He took the money with a little attitude and handeed her the cakes after putting them in indivisual boxes.

"Don't bounce them around to much, or you'll ruin the decore..." He said as she sturggled to pick up the boxes.

"Cause that'll be just as easy as a breeze with these boxes." she said sarcastically. After picking up her boxes, the man turned to Bubbles. Boomer got up again and the man asked Bubbles "Excuse me, but what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Oh, pardon moi, but I was just looking." she said in reply. The girl who bought the three cakes stopped as she reached the door. Boomer noticed, but he wasn't expecting her to do anything but watch it go down, so he got ready to leave.

"I'm sorry, but you are going to have to leave." He said as he went around the counter in case she protested. Boomer was ready to go and say, 'sorry for the trouble, we were just leaving.' instead of being kicked out, but the girl who was at the door put her boxes down on the table and ran up to Bubbles as if she were responsible for her.

"Oh, my goodness! It's my cousin! how's auntie? where is auntie? I'm sorry." She said now talking to the worker. "This is my cousin, and I haven't seen her since two days ago, that was when they visited, and I didn't know they were still in town. You want something?" She said now speaking to Bubbles.

"Oui! Oui! I want the strawberry tart!" She said jumping up and down. Boomer walked beside her and the girl.

"OH! Hello, my other cousin! Do you mind if I buy her a tart?" She asked.

"Uh, no, no, it's ok." Boomer replied as the worker put a strawberry tart in the bag, giving them all dirty looks. 'maybe he shouldn't be working here, he doesn't seem to like it' Boomer thought. When the man handed her the bag he said "16.50!" as if that was real price.

"What! Perposterous!" She exclaimed making Boomer and Bubbles jump a little. "I've been looking at this shop for at least two weeks and that strawberry tart is no more than 3.00! so name your price!" she said crossing her arms. The man played around the cash register for a little before saying "1.99" She put the money on the counter and took the tart handing it to Bubbles as they turned around. "C'mon cousins! Let's go meet auntie at Champ de mars!" She said as she dragged us outside.

Boomer picked up her boxes before they exited the shop.

"Thanks." Boomer said as he handed her the boxes.

"Boomer, I'm cold again." Bubbles said finishing her tart. Boomer put his head down. As he started taking off his jacket, the girl said

"If you need a place to stay, follow me!" She said balancing the boxes in her hands.

"You speak english? oh, wow, I could've sworn you only spoke french." Boomer said placing his jacket on his little sister.

"Well. If you want me to show you the way, you have to carry these boxes for me." she said holding them out. "By the way I'm Blossom. and I'm nine. What's your name and how old are you?" she asked filled with curiousity.

"Well, I'm Boomer and I'm-"

"Funny name." She interupted.

"... and I'm 7..." He finshed.

"And I'm Bubbles! And I'm 6!" She said snuggling up to her two coats. Blossom stared at her for a moment before bursting out.

"OH! YOU ARE SO BELLE! OH THE CUTEST THING!" She said snuggled her to her face. Boomer looked around holding the boxes as poeple started to stare.

"Um, can we get moving?" He asked softly. Then she looked at him with wide eyes.

"O My GOSH! You have the cutest voice!" She said snuggling up to him. Boomer blushed as she hugged him and twisted him. Boomer haven't been hugged like that since 2 years ago, before he went to the orphange. Bubbles now had the boxes that Boomer dropped when Blossom attacked him. It hadn't hit the floor, Bubbles caught it before it did.

"Ok, my cute little munchkins! Off to the hideout we go!" She said grabbing Boomer's hand and putting a hand on Bubble's back, since she couldn't hold her hand.

(*)

A person with ruffled black hair, a black gala mask and a black cape over his dirty clothes, snuck throught the streets of Paris as the sounds of Police cars flooded the streets. The figure stopped in front of a store with a painting of a girl with fancied up black hair, green eyes with blue eyeshadow, and light pink lips. The figure couldn't help but stop to look at it after what happened so many years ago.

(FlashBACK!)

A 7 year old girl, with black hair and green eyes sat on a bed with a bored look on her face. Then she was suddenly tackled from the back by a boy with black hair and looked about 8.

"Ahh!" She screamed out. Then they started wrestling on the floor. After the boy had pinned down the girl and five seconds later, they had bursted out giggling.

"That was good!" she said after her giggling had died down.

"Yeah! that was really fun!" He said too. The girl crawled over to him and planted a kiss on his cheek. A blush comsumed his face, then she giggled some more. Then a really tall lady came to the door.

"Shut up! You little unwanted children are so annoying! I would hate it if you were stuck here for the rest of your miserable lives! But you probably will, being all unwanted! GOD! it's 7:00, so go to bed already!" and with that she slammed the door. The girl looked down as tears filled her eyes. The boy wasn't paying attention to her though. He had it with all this and he was running away, tonight.

~that night~

The boy grabbed nothing but the clothes on his back and his best sneakers. He opened the window to a rainy night. It had started raining about 2 minutes ago so the side of the house wasn't too slippery. He made his escape to outside the window when he felt something touch his hand. Fearing it was the caretaker, he slipped his hand away, losing his grip and falling. But then someone caught him. He looked up to see the 7 year old girl holding on to his hand, half hanging out the window, hair soaking wet.

"Where are you going? don't leave me!" she said with tears in her eyes.

"I-I'll be back!" he lied as he wiggled his fingers telling her to let go. She hesitated for a moment before letting go, and him landing softly in the mud. He got up and ran away from the orphange, and when he turned around, in the window, he can see the girl looking at the caretaker who came into the room, and a wooden plate in her hand. The boy turned back around with tears running down his face as he ran faster, hoping he wouldn't hear her cries of pain.

(END FLASH BACK!)

The sound of thunder in his flashback became sounds of sirens as it came closer. He moved into an ally way that was in between the shop that had the painting and the next one over. He moved through it to finally come up to an abanded bar.

HOPED you liked it! and the things they said in french are below and in order.

How much are those small cakes over there?

Three please!

and the other three, i think you know, but for all the bimbos out there that dont, its:

Pardon me

Yes! Yes!

If you like it, I will erase An Odette Story and do this one, but if you dont, I'll still erase An Odette Story and continue this until SOMEBODY likes it!

SO s'il vous plaits...REVIEW! oh and the park and places in this thing won't be used much.