There are some OCs in this... but not too many.
omg guiz the ROWDY RUFF BOYS ARE IN THIS! THEY ARE AMAZING. ASFGKJADBKJ
The City Of Townsville…
Is under attack!
We flew upwards, the wind whistling in our ears. The scaly red monster reared its head towards us, hearing our heavy panting. I heard Bubbles gasp quietly as it headed towards us, opening its mouth wide. Fire escaped its lips and ripped through the cloudless sky, racing towards us at an alarming speed. Fortunately, my sisters and I managed to roll out of the way in time. I felt its breath heat up the air near me, missing my body by inches. Safe, I glanced at my sisters and saw that they were unharmed as well. I exhaled in relief before zooming over to them.
"Okay, girls, we need to come up with a plan," I said, brushing my hair out of my eyes. The monster closed its mouth prior to turning its head towards us. We flew up higher so we were out of its breath's range.
"I have an idea. We go up to it and blow its head off," replied Buttercup, punching the palm of her hand. It was so typical of her, resorting to violence straight away. I bit back the retort I had in mind, knowing that it wouldn't help matters if I started an argument. It was my duty as their leader to maintain a positive attitude; it wouldn't do to start a fight amongst ourselves with a monster nearby. It was hard though, because Buttercup's ideas weren't exactly the best.
I carefully chose my words. "No, Buttercup, that won't work. We tried doing that and it breathed fire before we could reach it. Also, its fire destroys our heat vision before it can touch it. We need to use our heads to defeat this monster."
"What, are you saying that I don't use my head?" growled Buttercup, distorting my words as usual.
"No, I never said that. I meant we should stop and think of a plan that we haven't tried yet."
"Then why didn't you just say that in the first place?" asked Buttercup, refusing to admit she was in the wrong. She was far too stubborn for my liking, questioning and picking at everything I did and said. Buttercup always wanted things done her way, disliking it when we stopped to think things through. That was probably why we clashed so much.
"Why don't we try asking it to leave?" suggested Bubbles. I knew she was trying to be helpful but Buttercup had irritated me, and I wasn't in the mood to put her idea down gently.
"Bubbles, we have to be serious. It's not going to go away if we ask it to. The monsters don't come here only to be sent back to where they came from. Their sole purpose is to destroy Townsville. If monsters went away when asked then they wouldn't bother coming here in the first place."
"Yeah, Bubbles, why don't you use that small brain of yours for once?" Buttercup sneered, more annoyed than I was. I was aware that Buttercup was agreeing with me, but she had upset Bubbles and I could see that our lovable sister was on the verge of tears. She always phrased things so they caused other people to feel bad. It was like she did it on purpose.
My face reddened so it was the same colour as my bow, and I rounded on my green-eyed sister. "Hey, she was only trying to help, unlike some people."
"Shut up," said Buttercup, unable to come up with a better argument.
"No, you shut up," I shouted, flying in front of her so that we were face-to-face. It didn't look as though a rational conversation was going to get through to her.
"No, you shut up!"
"Um…" Bubbles eyed the monster, which had climbed up a tall building without us noticing. However, my sister and I were too distracted to take notice of it.
"No, you shut up!"
"No, you shut up!"
"GUYS!" screamed Bubbles as the monster let out multiple balls of fire. She zoomed towards us, racing against the monster's fiery orbs. Buttercup and I turned at the last moment, seeing Bubbles go towards us, the fiery path of destruction right behind her. My naturally level head allowed me to dart out of the way, but Buttercup was still hovering, staring into the flame. She must have been in shock. Bubbles went towards her and reached out a hand before…
"Ms Utonium, there is someone here wishing to see you."
Blossom Utonium looked up from her desk, putting her pen down to rest on her notepad. She gazed seriously at the young redhead who was standing at the door of her office, a scowl on her lips. Blossom hated being disturbed and even though she knew it wasn't her secretary's fault, she couldn't help but feel annoyed at her.
The two women, although they had matching hair colour, were not similar in many other ways. The woman at the door had small brown eyes that were heavily outlined with mascara. Blossom, who didn't wear makeup, had large circular pink eyes. The woman at the door's hair was poufy and went everywhere, while Blossom's was scraped back into a tight bun. The woman at the door wore a vibrant red suit, while Blossom was wearing a dull grey skirt with a white blouse over the top. They locked eyes for a moment, only for Blossom to look away shortly afterwards. Instead, she stared at the necklace around the woman's neck. Blossom was aware that her assistant lacked confidence and preferred not making direct eye contact for too long
"Send her in, Lara." Blossom sighed, having a good idea who it was. These days it tended to be the same person each time. She reckoned that it was best to confront the problem head on rather than send it away… even if the issue wasn't hers.
Lara nodded and stood to one side. As soon as she did so, another redhead stormed in. This one wobbled slightly in her insanely high heels, her black beady eyes firmly placed on Blossom. Blossom groaned inwardly, wondering what she wanted this time. She hoped that the new arrival had a valid reason for disrupting her, but Blossom wouldn't wager any money on this being correct. The reason was always the same, but a little bit of optimism never hurt anyone.
"Hey, Blossom," the woman slurred, leaning heavily on Blossom's desk. Blossom leaned back a bit, hiding her disgust. "I need… I need some cash."
"Princess, for the last time I will not lend you any money," Blossom stated, pinching the skin between her eyes in frustration. "I can't just go around giving money out to everyone. We're not a charity. Now, please leave or else I will have to call security on you like last time."
"But you're the Mayor!" Princess exclaimed, standing up straight but resting her hands on the desk as she nearly lost her balance in her precarious footwear. Blossom pulled out her wad of paper from beneath Princess's hands, far more interested in the papers than the conversation she was being forced to take part in. "You have like tonnes of money you could give me."
Blossom frowned, trying not to lose her temper. It wouldn't have bothered her so much if Princess's attempts were far and in between. This was not the case, however. Recently, it had become a near daily occurrence and Blossom wasn't going to encourage it.
"You spent all of your father's wealth within a year of his death, Princess. It is your fault that you have no money, not mine. Now leave; I am in the process of writing my autobiography."
"Hey, you're writing an autobiothingy?" remarked Princess, either ignoring the first thing Blossom had said or not remembering what she had said due to her short attention span. "Wow, I always knew you were nerdy but writing a boring book about your life? That's so… so…" She blinked before grinning widely. "Hey, that means I'm going to be in it, right?"
She toppled over, hitting the corner of the desk with her chin.
Blossom jumped to her feet, peering down at Princess. She hoped that there wasn't a mark. Blossom had only had that carpet put down that week.
Princess got to her feet slowly, unharmed. She continued talking as if nothing had happened. "If I'm going to be in it, you have to like pay me or else I'll sue you. And you don't have your silly sisters to help you anymore, do you? Not since you quit the Power-"
"Lara." Blossom raised her voice angrily. Princess gasped, not used to seeing Blossom so furious. She was used to her being calm and patient. She wasn't used to her being irate and answering back to the personal comments Princess made about her. It looked like she had touched a nerve. "Inform security that Princess is here once more."
Lara nodded, leaving the room.
"You're kicking me out?" cried out Princess, turning around as Blossom's three security guards came in, Lara in tow. "Shows what kind of friend you are! No wonder your sisters hate you."
The three security guards exchanged excited looks, smirking. The one on the far left had messy black hair and piercing green eyes, and he was vibrating slightly as though he wasn't able to keep still. The one in the middle had spiky orange hair that looked like it had been put into a blender, mostly hidden beneath a red baseball cap that was the same colour as his eyes. The last security guard, who was on the far right, had wavy blonde hair and innocent sky blue eyes, though it was hard to tell whether this innocence was naivety or stupidity. They chuckled at the tatty looking Princess, whose clothes were so short and revealing that she looked as though she was only half-dressed.
Upon seeing them, she took a step back. Her face was pale and her freckles were very obvious.
"Gently this time," said Blossom sternly, returning to her work.
"Hey, you want her out or not?" Brick Jojo smirked, grabbing hold of Princess's arm. She shrieked but was nowhere near powerful enough to break free. The Rowdyruff Boys were as strong as Blossom and her sisters. "Anyway, Butch beat my record and I need to get it back."
"Yeah, right." Butch rolled his eyes, doubting that his brother could throw Princess as far as he could.
Boomer looked indignant. "But it's my turn. We agreed, remember?"
"I lied." Brick shrugged. Princess, muttering loudly but incoherently, flailed her legs as she was dragged out of the room. Lara chased after them, walking at the same pace as them when she caught up. Blossom saw her take hold of Brick's arm and put her head near his, most likely whispering something. Brick turned his head and Blossom took in the seriousness his eyes portrayed. Having more important things to do, she pushed it to the back of her mind.
Blossom tried to get back to work, but she couldn't concentrate. She kept writing down the wrong words, and jumbling up sentences to the extent that she couldn't remember what they were supposed to be in the first place. Blossom groaned, pushing her notepad to the side. She would continue it tomorrow when her mind was relaxed and settled. The woman stood up and crossed the room, taking her handbag and grey blazer from the coat peg. She glanced at the untouched black hat hanging on the peg next to her one. The previous Mayor had given her permission to wear it just before he died, but she couldn't bring herself to put it on.
If you had asked Blossom when she was a child what career she aspired to have, she would have said a doctor instantly. This proved to be true as she was a doctor for a few years. She had been the most intelligent person in her high school; she soon went to university and qualified as a doctor. Within three months of landing a job, murmurs and rumours spread through Townsville's hospital, promising her promotions and salaries she had never thought of having.
It was there where she was asked to talk to one of the hospital's newest patients; the Mayor.
He had been diagnosed with an incurable cancer. She began to look after him, much like Ms Bellum had done before she had quit her job ten years prior so she could spend more time with her new love- her baby daughter, Lara. The doctor and patient became closer than ever before, sharing secrets and joking with one another. It was towards the end of his life that he asked her to take over as Mayor. She hadn't considered this as a career; however, she was willing to at least stand for election. For him. Blossom had been surprised at the amount of encouragement given to her by everyone, and she was even more surprised when most of the city voted for her. She gave up being a doctor and became Mayor.
Blossom tore her eyes away from the memory and left her office. She could hear Lara talking on the phone behind her desk, telling someone (most likely Princess) that Blossom was too busy to talk to her at this moment in time. Giving her a grateful smile, she slipped out of the building and entered the enormous city of Townsville.
The sun had crawled to its peak hours ago and was now falling back down in a westwards direction. Its premium temperature had been reached and the air was beginning to cool. The citizens were running past her, greeting their Mayor politely before returning to their lives. Blossom acknowledged every passer-by with a 'hello', never missing anyone out. She was known as courteous and respectful, and she wanted it to be kept that way.
As soon as Blossom caught sight of the city's gym, she quickened her pace, ducking her head slightly at the same time. She was fully aware of who worked there and was in no rush to meet them. The pink eyed woman didn't slow down until the gym was far behind her: a tiny speck on the horizon. Then, she relaxed and continued the rest of her journey at a slower, steady pace.
She reached her mansion, pausing in front of her oak door so she could find her keys. While her hand was buried in her handbag, she heard her cell phone begin to ring. Wondering who was calling her, Blossom took it out of her bag and peered at the screen. She didn't recognize who was calling her, but nonetheless she answered it and placed the phone against the side of her head.
"Hey, Blossom, it's me. Mitch."
"Oh. Hello, Mitch," she replied brightly, taking out her keys and walking into her large home. Blossom's butler took her blazer as she stepped out of her polished black shoes, slipping into a pair of comfortable pink slippers. She walked into the dining room, where she knew a dinner was waiting for her. "What have I done to deserve your attention? It's been ages since we last conversed."
"Buttercup's been ignoring me recently," answered Mitch. He was straight to the point, as usual.
"Oh?" said Blossom, all cheeriness leaving her voice.
"Yeah, I was wondering whether you could ask her to call me back. I need to talk to her."
Blossom sat down at her dinner table. It was very long, starting at one end of the room and finishing on the other. Her meal was in front of her: delicious Spaghetti Bolognese with a glass of milk tea. She knew it was rude to talk on the phone while at the table, but she thought it was even ruder to hang up without formally saying goodbye. She listened as Mitch complained, growing more bored by the second.
"Look, Mitch," she piped when he paused for breath, "you know we haven't spoken since late December. If Buttercup isn't talking to you, then you're in the same club as me." Mitch protested but the pink eyed woman couldn't be asked to continue the conversation. "I know she's my sister; you don't have to remind me. Go ask Harry or Mike to talk to her because there's no way I am. Goodbye."
She switched off her phone, looking down at her food without the faintest trace of hunger on her face. The day's events had stolen the urge to eat out of her stomach, and she yearned for something to distract her. Blossom couldn't bring herself to eat in silence. Alone… as usual.
Her hands came forward, pushing the untouched meal away. She examined the room with a critical eye, wondering what she should do now. Nothing inspired her: the walls were bland and uncreative, the carpet plain and spotless. The more she looked at the elegant yet simple furniture surrounding her, the more she sunk into her own thoughts.
A painting on a nearby wall caught her eye. It was perhaps ten years old, displaying a young girl. She grinned at Blossom innocently, her dark hair falling over her ears and ending at her shoulders. Her near black eyes stood out against her pale skin, wide and unblinking. She was wearing a pink frilly dress, which was far more dazzling than her small smile. A smile that told Blossom that she was willing to pose for the picture, but hating the clothes she had been forced to wear. Blossom giggled at the picture before realising what she could do.
She went over to her home phone and dialled a number, pressing the receiver against the side of her head. She waited patiently before hearing a male voice reply, "You have reached the Utonium household. This is John Utonium speaking."
"Hello, Professor," said Blossom, suddenly feeling shy. A part of her urged the rest of her body to hang up.
"Blossom!" He sounded so pleased to hear her voice that 'desperate' may have been a more suitable word. "Sweetie, how are you? I haven't seen you since-" he stopped just in time, "I haven't seen you in ages."
"I'm fine," answered Blossom, pretending that he had said nothing that should worry her. "Absolutely fine. How's Ms Keane- I mean, how is Mrs Utonium and Brunnera?"
"They're fine," the Professor told her warmly. "Brunnera's been up to her usual tricks. She got into a bit of trouble at school recently because someone had offended her and she punched them. She's taken after Buttercup, which I'm not sure is a good thing. She really could do with a better role model."
Blossom ignored the suggestive tone in his voice.
"You and Mrs Utonium really have your hands full with her, don't you?" commented Blossom, trying to sound interested.
"Buttercup was worse." The Professor laughed. Blossom gulped, her heart pinging. "I had you three all at once, so I think I can deal with one normal daughter… hey, speaking of which, when am I going to get a granddaughter?"
"Professor…" Blossom blushed, remembering the past. "I told you, I'm waiting for the right man to come along. And trust me; I'm not looking insanely hard."
"Oh, darling," the Professor tried to sound serious, but she could tell he was forcing himself not to laugh, "the speed dating incident was a one-off. I'm sure it won't happen again."
"Hey baby," said a sleazy looking man from the other side of the table, his hands inching towards Blossom's chest, "what's your sign?"
"Keep out," retorted Blossom coldly, doing up her top button before going to the next table.
"Hey Bloss-" started Brick, but Blossom had already skipped him and was sitting at the next table.
"It is I, Mojo Jojo. I have come to this strange human dating ritual to find a suitable partner, which I do not have, or else I wouldn't be here to find one. My demands are very simple. I require two sponge baths per day. Not one, not three, two. It is very easy to understand, my demands. I also wish for my partner to enjoy long yellow fruit, which are bananas, for they are yellow and they are fruit. Also they are long. Pineapples are acceptable, but they are not very yellow, like bananas, and- hey, where are you going?"
Blossom sat down at the next table.
"Duh…" said Slim, drooling slightly. "Why are we here again?"
"We're going to trick her into giving us the key to the city," explained Junior, the smallest member of the gang.
"You idiot, now she knows our plan," snapped Bossman, whacking Junior on the head.
"Hey, it's not like she can hear us. She don't have no ears or nothing!"
"Thanks, Professor, but I'm just going to focus on my career for now," said Blossom. "Well, while I'm speaking to you… could you please contact Bubbles and tell her that I'm sorry for... that I'm sorry. I would call her myself, but I don't think she would like to acquaint herself with me right now."
"I'm sure she would. Bubbles could never hate you, no matter what you do. She loves you."
"Sorry, Professor, I can't hear you," Blossom lied, feeling a pang in her stomach. "Pzzt… I think… We're losing connection for some reason… Please tell Bubbles I am sorry… pzzt… Bye, love you lots!"
She hung up, looking out of the window. Blossom didn't know if her relationship with her family was a normal side effect of growing up. They had been very close years ago, but age had split them up. It had untied the bonds they had owned as youngsters before dropping them onto the ground and treading on them.
Blossom shook her head, telling herself to stop being so daft.
It was normal for this to happen…
Right?