It took me one week to recover, thanks to the fact that I could heal quicker than the average human. Either way, my sides still hurt and so did all my body and I had to call in sick for the week, which I think annoyed the hell out of my boss. He was going to make me work past the normal schedule, I was sure of it. And just like I suspected, he kept me over the night to continue the shift of another girl. The bar was full by night and the music was louder than the usual, which was quite painful on my ears, but I continued, sat at the bar and served drinks, went to clean tables, checked to see if everything was fine.

The slaps on my butt weren't something new and I already got used to that, I don't think they got used to me almost breaking their wrists every time they did it. Even so, tonight seemed to go smoothly and they seemed more preoccupied with the strippers grinding to the poles up on the small scenes they were on, while the hungry males were watching like a pack of wolves.

As I watched them, I couldn't help but shake my head and continue washing the glasses before placing them on the counter behind the bar. I was too concentrated on what I was doing to have realized that certain villains started gathering here, to be precise, the GanGreen Gang, with Ace leading them inside. My eyes shot up just as I saw the green male come to the bar. "Five beers, pinky" he grinned in a very odd and charming way. Truth be told, Ace, the leader of the gang was probably the most attractive of them, with slicked back black hair, a very charming way of acting and the silky tone in his voice. It could get a girl to swoon. "Coming right up" I stated before turning to take out five beers from the freezer behind me. As I set them on the bar counter and popped them open, the male couldn't stop staring at me with the same cunning smile "Anything else?" I asked, wanting him to just get the drinks and be gone. "You're the new addition, eh?" he asked in a teasing tone. I did get what he was saying and seductively leaned on the counter before my eyes locked onto his..well, sunglasses. "How about you and your friends play nice and forget I'm an addition to anything? Tonight I'm the chick at the bar….so let's keep it that way" I hissed in a deadly tone before giving him a small smile "Will that be all?" I asked again, but he was grinning, in that way that it would make you shiver "Yes, doll-face" and with that, he placed the money on the counter and left with the beers.

Somehow, he seemed to know something I didn't, and that bugged me. More came and left, but the gang remained there as I continued to serve or push out some drunkards that were making a scene. As I came back to the bar and knelt down to get more beer and then to get it into the freezer some more came in, but I didn't stand up, I continued fumbling with the bottles "Three beers" a male voice spoke up "Coming right-" and as I stood up to face the one that asked "-up" I was met with red crimson eyes boring into my own. He seemed just a bit surprised, before a scowl took over his face. I swallowed hard as he looked me over, the skimpy outfit suddenly making me very uncomfortable. "Just bring it to our table" he spat. My knees went weak and I held onto the counter to keep myself standing. Oh God…the three were here and I was supposed to bring them their beers…oh God…was there no mercy on my soul? I was probably going to get beaten up again, or worse…killed.

I looked up to see where they were staying and when I spotted them with the GanGreen Gang, I knew why Ace seemed to tease and mock me. He knew I had a nasty run-in with them, he knew about it and he enjoyed it very much from the grin he threw at me when he saw me looking their way. Gathering all my courage, I grabbed the three beer bottles and made my way through the sweaty bodies and grinding people. The raven haired one already latched his eyes on my outfit, the blond one was busy with playing on his phone and the redhead, well, he was sizing me up, a deep frown on his face. I stopped when I reached their table and set the three bottles down, all the while, the two were watching me like predators along with Ace at the table next to them. After I popped the bottles open and gained the blond's attention as well, Ace decided to extend my pain "So, doll-face, how long have you been working here?" he asked with an amused tone. My ice blues snapped to him as I narrowed my eyes "Knowing that will make you feel better?" I countered him "Ouch, doll, that hurt my feelings" he chuckled "Glad to hear so" I muttered before turning my attention to the three "You're that chick from that night!" came the blond's realization. Oh, it was on the tip of my tongue, the 'no shit sherlock' comment, but I held it and bit my lower lip instead. "Anything else?" I asked as politely as I could. Ace pushed his chair towards the boys "Oh yes, doll, how about your phone number?" he asked with that annoying grin of his "Right…" and with that I was turning to leave when the redhead's hand grasped my wrist, turning me almost immediately as I winched "Stay down" he ordered, tightening his grip

Looking around and seeing no one at the bar, I just listened and sat down on the chair next to the raven haired one. "Yes?" I asked with a tinge of annoyance "What do you think you are doing?" he asked in the harshest tone I heard that day "I'm obviously working here…if it wasn't obvious enough by the fact that I was at the bar…I wasn't giving free beer, that's for sure" came my snide comment. The redhead glared and that told me to shut up "You know what I meant" he growled. I knew he meant what I was doing with the powerpuffs and why I lied to him. It wasn't a lie though. The green eyes the guy next to me was sporting, were latched on my face and my every move. "Listen…I'm not a powerpuff, I never got into their crap…I was…forced by the surroundings to…well, I was dragged along" I muttered, not really choosing my words right. I wasn't going to tell them about my mother and their father.

"I don't even know why I'm giving you and explanation…what I do is none of your concern" I got an attitude, but they didn't like that. The raven haired guy stood up the moment I did "Butch…" came the warning voice of the redhead. I looked to him and at that moment, when his eyes locked on mine, so close, my stomach did a flip again and my heart started beating faster. I looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He wasn't going to sit "How are your bones doing?" he asked, his jaw tightening as his cold eyes fell on my exposed abdomen. I didn't want to say anything at that moment, he knew he struck a sensitive chord and my eyes betrayed me as I remembered how terrified I was. I left, without looking back at their table, I just left, no longer interested when the redhead yelled after me.

Later that night, I was in the men's bathroom, dragging some drunks out of the place since they passed out, when another drunk man walked in. "Well, who would expect to find this in the men's bathroom" he snickered as he approached me. I let go of the male I was dragging and turned to glare "Please step aside…so I can take him out of the bathroom…he had too many drinks and-" "I don't give a shit, come 'ere" he spoke as he grabbed me by my shirt which pretty much had it slightly ripped. Oh the good material they used with this. He seemed to have liked it because he trapped me. Just like on cue, more drunks came in and seemed to enjoy the idea the first man had. I screamed, yes, I screamed. I wasn't going to use my powers again, I didn't want to, I hated them because I got in trouble because of them.

As I sat there, grasping on the material that was barely covering me now, the filthy hands on me just making me tear up, there was the sound of a lock, after which I couldn't feel any more hands on me. There were no sounds, no nothing, and as I sat there, eyes closed and a tear rolling down my cheek, there was the breathing of one over my face, then there were the lips that touched mine roughly, making me let out a small whimper to the force and pressure. That was when my eyes snapped open and I saw the black hair, I saw the forest green eyes, I felt his strong arms wrapping around my waist and how his finger tips then lingered over the bruises that he created some time ago pressing down with force.

When he pulled away, we just stared at each other, I was trying to search for an answer, trying to search for any emotion from him, because my heart was ripping through my chest. "Why?" I whispered, but he just pressed on my figure "Shut up" came his cold words. "What did you do to me?" he asked in a more hazy tone this time. His lips rested on my shoulder as he had me pinned. I was confused, why would he do such a thing? Was he sane? He just tried to kill me a week ago and now he was …familiar with me? Intimate?

"…What?" I asked in a hushed tone, but he just crashed his lips onto mine again, with even more force, one of his hands grasping the back of my neck, pulling me closer, but then he suddenly stopped and shoved me away. I gasped as my back hit the wall and my body trembled, I don't know if it was from fear or adrenaline. As his eyes traveled over every curve, he noticed how exposed I was and he took off his leather jacket, tossing it to me. When I got to look down, I also saw the bodies of the men that tried to have their way with me, all knocked out cold.

"Butch…what the hell are you-" and that's when the redhead saw me and him. Me having his leather jacket wrapped around my body while he was among the pile of bodies. The redhead seemed to clench his jaw at the sight and just stepped out of the bathroom. While Butch, well, he glanced at me before he left, following after the redhead.

I sat there, in the men's bathroom, with Butch's leather jacket wrapped around my body, the scent of him quickly seeping through my nostrils as my mind went back to what he did to me. What did he mean by his question? What I did to him? Nothing! That much was clear.

Butch's POV

Why did he do that? He wasn't sure himself because she was so pathetic and …really dumb looking. She couldn't even use her damned powers to fight off some drunkards. Maybe he also did it out of pride, because he knew well enough Brick would come after him. Either way, his actions were completely reckless, something he never does. Mentally, he beat himself up as he followed his brothers out of the bar, not even glancing back for a moment. Brick was silent, too silent for his comfort and that was a sign that he wasn't happy with what he saw. At least he didn't see the approaching method he used on the girl, he would have been even more pissed.

When they reached their house, Boomer, clueless as usual went on his merry way towards his console to play his usual games until morning while the two down to earth brothers remained behind.

"What were you doing?" came the irritated question from Brick, his back remaining turned to Butch.

"Why would you care?" and he answered with another question, like he usually did.

"Because she's working with them, obviously" and now Brick was beyond annoyed, he turned to face his brother and his expression screamed that he was fed up.

"Is that another lie I'm sensing?" Butch tried again, this time with a raised eyebrow as he leaned on the door counter. Brick clenched his jaw, a common trait among the three brothers and without even letting Butch react, he aimed a punch at him, stopping only a millimeter away from his nose. Butch didn't falter, he merely gazed at his brother in a daring manner. Why would he go so far, only for a girl that looked so helpless and pathetic , so vulnerable …maybe he liked that. He for one, liked to see her so helpless, so submissive and when she pleaded for him to not kill her that day, it sent him into a scary mode, and if he had a tail he would have wagged it then. He simply liked hearing her shaky voice, begging him, succumbing to him like that. Maybe he was a sadist, maybe he liked that for all the wrong reasons, but something was odd about her, because it kept luring him to her and apparently, it had the same effect on his brother, Brick.

"That made you feel more of a man?" he asked, his green hues locking with the bloody red of his brother. With that, he unfolded his arms from over his chest and moved away from the redhead, going for his bedroom. It was going to be a restless night once again, he just knew it.

Rei's POV

The next morning, I woke up more than tired, I actually slept in and when I did wake up, it was time for dinner. Besides dodging the looks I got from the three girls and the two adults at the table, I made myself something easy to eat.

"Where were you?" asked my mother, her eyes gleaming with curiosity as she pressed her lips in a thin line. "Work" I muttered in a hazy tone, taking my sandwiches and heading towards my bedroom right back. I was in no mood for conversations at the table and they left me be, sensing that.

As I opened the door to my room and calmly walked in, slamming the door shut with my foot, I didn't pay attention to the redhead on my bed. It was actually a few minutes after I set the plate on the desk next to the bed that I raised my eyes from the floor and met with his presence. My reaction was much like a squeal, muffled by his hand that covered mine to stop me.

With eyes widened I tried to contain my surprise. When I relaxed, he let go, his fierce eyes still remaining on my figure a bit questioningly. After all, I was wearing some embarrassing pink pj's with hello kitty pattern all the way and some duck slippers, my hair was looking like a tornado and my face looked tired obviously. "What the fuck?" I asked in a hushed tone, taking a few steps back.

He just scoffed and looked the other way with irritation obvious on his face. "I came to talk" he muttered in a whisper, well, more of a low growl than anything. "Do you even know that the girls can sense you being here any moment? What the hell do you want to talk about that you had to see me now?" I asked in a frustrated way. I didn't want world war three to happen in my room and him being here was obviously dangerous. I had to pray that he would go away and that the girls wouldn't sense him. My only chance was to get this over with asap. "Whatever…just get it over with" I sighed, plopping down on the chair at the desk and munching on my sandwich. No, I had no shame and I didn't care about him seeing me like this either, who was he? Madonna? No. So no reason to get all frilly and pretty.

He didn't seem troubled either as he sat on my bed Indian style, gazing at me unimpressed. "Why were you with the powerpuffs?" he began the questioning. I swallowed my bite and set the sandwich on the plate, taking a moment to think. "First…how did you find me here?" I asked "How did you know I was here?" I added, crossing my arms over my chest. He seemed annoyed by my question as his jaw clenched "I took my chances, I didn't know for sure…I only knew you were around the puffs" he explained as if he told a three year old what a lollipop looked like. "Right" I muttered, feeling a tad bit stupid "As for your question, well, as you can see, I live with them…it's kind of hard to dodge them" I also spoke, leaning my back on the chair. He nodded as if it now made sense for him before he pushed himself off of the bed and stood up, his muscles flexing just a bit and showing quite a lot from the sleeveless shirt he had.

I let my eyes linger, being the hormone driven teen I am and he noticed that, because he smirked playfully and walked towards me, placing a hand on the arm of the chair and leaning in so he was close to my face. Hi long strands of red tickled as they fell over my neck a tinsy bit. The closure, it was intense, and I could smell his scent, that of soap and musk? It was an odd choice for a perfume or whatever he used, but it was…making me feel dazed. My baby blues gazed in his fiery hues as my lips instinctively parted slightly. He did the unexpected. He closed the space between us and met my lips in a gentle yet passionate kiss. It was so tender yet it made sparks go up in my stomach and it was burning my heart, it was that passionate and intense. When I pulled away I was panting lightly, trying to understand the sudden tension that built up between me and him. Why was it there?

Before he got close again, I pushed him away. "You should go" I stated coldly, striking him quite hard as his expression changed from devilish to confused and then annoyed as he left through the window. I know I upset him, but what did he think he was doing? Kissing an arch enemy of my family? Of my step-sisters? That was outrageous. Hell, this was the second arch enemy I did kiss. The worst part was that I enjoyed it as much as he did.