SPH: Hey-o! You guys are gonna get a bunch of chapter all at once today because I've been working on this for weeks cuz I didn't have Word on my laptop. Anyway, I do not own Powerpuff Girls Z or any characters or places from it. I only own Moira and all other OC's. On with the story!
Chapter 2: Arrival
Moira smiled and sucked in a deep breath as she stepped off the bus. She was finally there in New Townsville. Giggling she spun around happily. In doing so she accidently knocked into a group of teenage boys.
"Hey! Watch it!" One cried.
"Get off us lady!" Another said.
"What'da you think you're doing?" the third asked.
"I'm so sorry." Moira said getting up, "I should have been paying more attention." She held out her hands to the boys. "Let me help you up."
The boys pushed away her hand.
"Watch where you're going next time." The one with orange hair and red eyes said.
"Yeah! Now get lost!" The light purple haired one with green eyes said.
"No one wants to see your ugly mug." the one with blonde hair and blue eyes said.
"You'd think your parents would have taught you some manners." Moira said crossing her arms and turning around.
"Yeah well Mama never did." one said.
Moira sighed.
"Well, I'm gonna take you back to your house or houses and have a talk with her, or them." she said, "Are you siblings?"
"Yeah, what's it to you?" the orange haired one asked.
"Besides, we don't live with Mama, or anyone, we don't even have a house." the blonde said.
"Boomer!" the orange one said slapping him.
"You… you're homeless?" Moira asked shocked.
She should have known their would be homeless people here, even though New Townsville seemed perfect aside from the villains and constantly needing to be saved by Powerpuff Girls Z no city or town was perfect, but to see that it was three teenage boys…
"W-what!?" the orange haired one asked, "No! J-just because we live on the streets by ourselves doesn't mean we're homeless!"
"Actually it does." Moira said, "Don't you have your mother to go to?"
"No, we don't live with Mama." Boomer said.
The orange haired boy slapped him again.
"A-are y-you orphans?" Moira asked.
"No! we just don't live with Mama that's all." Boomer cried.
"Stinky sock boomerang!" the light purple haired one cried tossing a smelling sock at her.
Moira pinched her nose and scrunched up her face at the smell.
"Earwax Q-tip!" Boomer cried using Q-tips before tossing the earwax at her while keeping hold of the Q-tips.
"Spitball straw!" the orange haired one cried before firing spitballs at her.
Moira merely moved out of the way of both attacks. It was like babysitting the Richardson triplets all over again. She didn't blame them though, after all, they lived on the streets and didn't have their mother for whatever reason, she felt pity for them, they probably have a rougher life than hers.
"H-how aren't you effected!?" the orange haired boy cried.
"Years of practice." Moira said letting go of her nose.
The boys clenched their fists and growled.
"I want to help you." Moira said.
The boys looked at her.
"To get off the streets." she explained, "Even though you're being jerks you don't deserve that."
"Hey! We're just fine on our own!" the orange haired boy yelled.
"You're just kids! Well, teens actually, but when's the last time you had a proper meal, or had proper shelter during bad weather?"
The boys growled and clenched their fists again, but their stomachs rumbled making them blush some.
"Here," Moira said reaching into her bag, "have my lunch." she pulled out a lunch box and handed it to the boys before taking out her wallet. "And here, take fifty dollars so you can get more food if you need to." she looked at them. "What are your last names?" she said.
"Brick." the orange haired one said snatching the money.
"Butch." the light purple haired one said.
"And I'm Boomer!" Boomer said taking the lunch box from Butch.
He opened it to reveal a large, home cooked meal.
The boys all drooled slightly before stuffing the food in their mouths as fast as they could making Moira giggle.
"Hey, how bout we go to the park and get some ice cream?" she asked, "My treat."
"Why are you being so nice?" Brick asked with his mouth full.
"Well, I kinda know what you're going through, my parents abused me and made me sleep under the stairs, in a way, I was homeless as well." Moira explained rubbing the back of her neck, "It's why I want to help you, I had to wait until I was accepted into college before I could escape that life, I want to help give you a better one while you're still young, before you're adults or life will be that much harder even if you grew up on the streets, you'll have a harder time getting a job and providing for yourself."
The boys shared a look before nodding.
"So, you're saying that your Mama is a weird monkey guy who created you with nose hair, some of the Powerpuff Girls Z's DNA, and Chemical Z?" Moira asked as they sat on a bench eating ice cream.
"Yup." Boomer said.
"What exactly is Chemical Z?" Moira asked.
"Not really sure." Brick said.
"But it's what allowed you guys to attack like that earlier, right?" Moira asked.
"Yep." Boomer said.
"So, does it do anything else?" Moira asked.
"Not sure." Butch said.
"We never gave it much thought." Brick said, "We're usually too busy causing trouble."
Moira smirked. They were more of an annoying group of teenage boys with powers they didn't know much about than villains.
"Well, if I'm gonna help you I'll need to do some research on Chemical Z, that way I'll know what's necessary for you guys and what the proper living conditions would be." she said standing up still holding her ice cream, "I'm really good with chemistry and could probably figure it out with just a small sample, but having other records for reference would be very beneficial."
"Well you'll probably never get that done," Brick said, "no one outside the Mayor, his assistant, Powerpuff Girls Z, their dumb talking dog, that Professor guy, and his son know anything about it, the knowledge isn't open to the public and I highly doubt you could look it up."
"Well, that'd make it harder, but I'm sure I can find a way to get information on it and its abilities!" Moira said.
"And if you can't?" Butch asked.
"We'll cross that bridge if we get to it." Moira said casually. "Hey, where does this Professor live?" She asked turning around.
Moira took a deep breath as she stood outside Professor Utonium's door. She'd managed to look him up online and had found that he constantly invented things and had once mentioned wishing he had more help around the lab so she was feeling pretty confident this would work, or at least she was praying it would. Taking a deep breath she rung the doorbell. Not long after a man answered.
"Oh, hello." he said.
"Hi! I'm Moira!" Moira introduced offering her hand, "I just moved here. I just graduated college getting a degree in Science and Chemistry, and I read online that you'd mentioned wanting more help around your lab, so I thought it might be beneficial to the both of us if I became your assistant. I could help you around the lad making things a bit easier for you to work and I could get hands on experience to go to my goal of becoming a professional scientist! I want to be able to create things that will help give people better lives, like creating a plant that grows in all weather and is immortal and never runs out for whatever kind of food it provides, or being able to put an end to people being homeless!"
"Wow, that's very ambitious, but I'm gonna have to turn you down." he said.
"Professor Utonim, with all due respect, I feel that you need my help." Moira said, "Not just with the lab, I remember reading you're a single parent, sorta, I mean, with your wife living in space, and all, anyway back in my home town I babysat a lot, most of the kids referred to me as their older sister, I think Ken might benefit from having me around, to act as an older sibling type of character. Even if he seems fine, if a child lacks having two parental figures in their life they don't benefit as well as those with both figures; however adding in an older sibling character tends to raise their benefits when it comes to mentality, stability, and even their way of learning. I'm sure you always try to keep Ken's best interest in mind and allowing me to be your assistant would more than likely be doing just that."
The Professor still looked unsure.
"At least allow me to help for a few days, just to see how things go." Moira pleaded.
"Well, I suppose a few days couldn't hurt." The Professor said.
"Thank you very much, you won't regret this!" Moira said.
"So Moira, where do you live?" The Professor asked.
"Gack! I knew there was something I forgot to do before I moved here!" she cried, "I forgot to book a hotel, or an apartment, or a house before I came!"
She groaned and slouched over dramatically with a sweat drop and tears filling her eyes.
"Well, that's alright, you can stay here for now." The Professor said.
"Really!?" Moira asked, "You mean it?"
The Professor nodded.
"Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Moira cried.
"Hey dad, who's this?" Ken asked walking into the room with Poochi.
"Oh, Ken, this is Moira," The Professor introduced, "she'll be staying here and helping out in the lab."
"Nice to meet you Moira. " Ken said shaking her hand.
"Nice to meet you as well." Moira said smiling.
'Man, I'm so lucky Professor Utonim is letting me stay or I'd of been on the streets just like those boys, then I wouldn't have been much help to them.' Moira thought, 'Well, unless I'd ended up with a big sister role with them, but even that might not have done much good, after all, they are villains and I don't think they'd give it up just because I was nice to them.'
"So Moira how about we show you around, so you get used to the place and tomorrow you can start helping in the lad?" The Professor asked.
"That sounds great." Moira said smiling.
Moira smiled and hummed her grandmother's lullaby as she brushed her long lilac hair. Her first day in New Townsville hadn't been the best, but it had been pretty great and she was confident that she'd be able to get those boys off the streets and into a loving home, hopefully school as well. With that in mind she set her brush down yawning and went to bed.
SPH: Well I hope you all enjoyed, please leave a comment telling me what you thought, it really means a lot to me when you guys do that, it helps me improve. I'll see you in the next chapter!