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Butch's P.O.V.
I tripped Buttercup causing her to push Brick into the closet. As Brick fell in, I quickly caught Buttercup in my arms.
"Ow Butch! " Buttercup yelled, "You frikin tripped me!"
"I caught you anyways," I scoffed. The trip must have made her push Brick hard, if she was hurting that much. I helped her straighten up. She lost balance for a while so I put my arm around her slim waist. She finally regained her balance but I didn't let go of her.
I turned back to the closet and saw Brick holding out a hand to help Blossom up. She ignored it and got up herself. I laughed silently. I quietly closed the door and Brick noticed. He tried to reach out to stop me.
"Sorry bro," I smirked as the door fully closed. My head snapped up as the bell rang; everyone should be about gone by now. A sudden boom sounded from the closet. Buttercup and I laughed; they had tried to use powers. I noticed that my arm was still around her waist. Her voice took me out of my thoughts.
"Don't bother trying to use your powers to get out of here," she said in a singsong voice.
"Yeah, we covered that place in-" I stopped when Buttercup elbowed me in the stomach.
"Don't tell them idiot," she snarled at me. I softly sighed.
"Basically there's no way out," I said instead. I heard a muffled girly gasp.
"But no one's gonna be in school for a whole week!" Blossom's voice screamed.
"Yeah… then that means you'll be in here for about a week," Buttercup's said. I snickered as Buttercup and I walked away. She started limping.
"C'mon, I didn't trip you that hard," I said as we entered the parking lot.
"Did you use your power to trip me? Brick is like a hard wall, and I was pushed into him, while my foot was already hurting!" Her foot must've really hurt. I picked her up bridal style. I felt chills run down my spine. I placed her in the passenger's seat in my car and I went to the driver's seat.
"What about my car?" she complained. I rolled my eyes and started the car.
Buttercup's P.O.V.
His arm was still around my waist as we walked into the parking lot. His touch sent shivers through my body. Then I suddenly felt sparks going through my mind as he picked me up in his arms. I was also kind of mad. I felt helpless and useless if I can't walk perfectly. My foot hurts like crazy!
As he put me down in the seat of his car and I looked out the window. My car! I don't want to leave my baby here. Yeah of course I can fly but I love cars – especially mine.
"What about my car?" I sadly asked him. He just rolled his eyes and started the car.
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He pulled up into our house driveway. I needed to prove myself stronger and show that I'm not weak so I got out of the car and started walking myself. It was all good. I unlocked the door with Butch closely behind me. I walked in through the living room.
The problem started when I stopped at the staircase. Butch quickly understood and chuckled softly.
"Not so strong now huh? What, you can't even fly?" he asked. Well I was tired – who wouldn't be? I was a superhuman yet my body still hurt. My foot hurts from being tripped and my face and stomach hurts from being pushed into a hard wall named Brick.
I shook my head. He raised his eyebrows in disbelief. My eyes lowered.
I suddenly felt strong arms wrap around me and pick me up. He was carrying me up the stairs. Just when I thought he would let me down at the end of the stairs, he didn't. He finally let me down at the front of Bubble's door. I opened it and walked inside.
Bubbles and Boomer were waiting, sitting on the bed. Boomer had just taken his mask – the one used in the plan – off, making his hair messy; not Butch hair messy though.
"Hey guys!" Bubbles chirped, "I set up everything in that closet. I got the basics and covered the place in Chemical W." Chemical W weakened our powers (hence the 'W'), making them useless. Bubbles only covered the walls with it so that Brick and Blossom would just not be able to use their powers until they get out. If Chemical W was poured onto the body, ugh our powers would be gone indefinitely.
"Great," Butch said as he fell back onto Bubble's baby blue mini sofa.
"So how do we know if they make up?" Boomer asked. I took a small device out of my back pocket. A Walkie Talkie.
"I hid another one in the closet," Bubbles said proudly.
"So we'll be able to hear everything they're saying," Butch finished. I nodded and took a seat on the revolving roller chair.
"We have to be very quiet. Don't make a sound or they would hear us," I said softly, moving closer to everyone. They nodded as I drew a deep breath. Then I pushed the button, ready to hear what was going on with Blossom and Brick.
Brick's P.O.V.
I hate Butch and Boomer. Why would they do this to me? I practically raised them on my own. Yeah, good brothers repay you by locking you into a closet with your ex according to them. I swear that once I get out of this closet I will kill them. But I have to make it look like a regular human committed it. Should I use a knife? A gun? Or-
No. Who am I kidding? I know I can't ever hate them. I hate what they've done but I can never hate them. No matter how many times they screw up or mess with my life – just like right now.
But most of this – no, all of this is their fault. Maybe they do deserve death. I'm trying to hate them. It is no use.
It's been fifteen minutes since we've got locked in this closet. Fifteen endless minutes. I hope they don't keep us in here longer than an hour at least. I stole a glance at Blossom. She was staring at the door. Probably finding a way to get out of here.
"Just like they said, there's no way out," I reminded her. Anger was shown in her eyes as she turned to me.
She glared at me. "There's always a way. Your brothers and my sisters are not smart enough to block every escape. They aren't smarter than us," she paused, "Well me at least."
I groaned in annoyance. "There you go again," I said. She stared at me, waiting for an explanation.
I continued. "You always act like you are a genius; like you know everything. Well Einstein, let me tell you something: there's no way out of here."
"There is. And I don't act like that!"
"Right," I scoffed, "Typical. Just like your stupid father who's always working in that lab of his. I bet he's trying out an invention that won't even work in the end."
Her glare deepened but I didn't back down. "Who are you to call my father stupid? Plus I'd rather have a father like him than failure of a monkey and a transvestite demon!" she shot back, her teeth clenching.
"Look leader girl, you have no idea what that's even like," I snarled in a low tone, "You Puffs think you have it hard – saving the world – but compared to us, you're not even close. Your sisters and especially you are ungrateful little idiots." (A/N: Yeah an excuse that I use. I don't' cuss or swear. No I'm not too young that's not it. I try to stay clean lol.)
She gave up her glare and her eyes lowered. I looked into her eyes from across the closet. Hurt and anger was shown in them. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. Why did I say that? Guilt flowed through my body. I shouldn't have said that. I drew a deep breath and sighed.
"I want to get out of here!" I mumbled. Apparently it was loud enough for Blossom because her glare appeared again.
"It'll help if you just keep your mouth shut!" she barked. My vision became red; I could tell that my eyes were pure red. I leaned against the wall and my vision became normal again. What did they put so that we can't use our powers? Antidote X? No it can't be; if it were, we'd be dead right now.
I turn my back to her, not wanting to see the pain on her face that I caused.
I need to get out of here.
Boomer's P.O.V.
Silence filled the room after we had just heard Blossom and Brick's argument. I can't believe he was close to telling our secret. No one – not even my dear Bubbles – can ever know.
"You Puffs think you have it hard – saving the world – but compared to us, you're not even close. Your sisters and especially you are ungrateful little idiots."
Buttercup pushed the button again to turn it off. She ran a hand through her hair. Butch was just as still as I was. And Bubbles – she looked guilty and sad. She sighed and I put an arm around her shoulders. She jumped slightly but smiled up at me. I tried to smile; I can't.
"Is this..." she whispered, "still a good idea?" No one answered for a while.
Butch spoke up. "Relax, it's only been half an hour. Changes don't happen that fast," he assured. We all nodded.
"But... Is it working?" Buttercup looked up at Butch.
"It will," he answered unsurely, "I hope it will. I hate to see Brick like this. You can even tell how he feels right now just by their conversation. He probably feels guilty about saying all those things... We can't give up on the plan. I just don't want to watch my brother depressed and regretful."
Butch was acting different – he was more caring and compassionate. This is so unlike him. The old Butch would call Brick a wimp and kill him later for telling Blossom – almost telling her – the secret. But no, he was different. Everyone in the room could tell. Buttercup was especially amazed by it.
Maybe this plan won't only change Blossom and Brick, but us too – the people who actually planned it for their own selfish reasons, might be changed as well.
Butch and Buttercup ended their conversation as Buttercup nodded. Butch was probably trying to convince Buttercup that their plan was still going to work and they have to go through with it.
Buttercup told us to quiet down and she turned the Walkie Talkie back on.
Blossom's P.O.V.
"I was never gonna kiss that girl!" Brick shouted.
I scoffed. "Oh please, I saw you! It obviously looked like you were!"
"And what were you doing? Having fun, leaving me there for hours? The waiter had to come up to me several times, telling me order something or I have to leave. And every time I had to make up some excuse for you not to be there yet. I was not going to cheat on you. Yet here you are, leaving me at that restaurant."
"I don't believe you Brick. You have got to be kidding me. You cannot 'accidentally' hold a girl like that. I can't even trust you."
"And I can't trust you! If you don't see what I was trying to do for you, then we should just break up!"
"I agree."
"Fine." He stormed off. I froze and fell onto the bed, bursting into tears.
I wearily opened my eyes. I looked up at the wall clock. It was six o'clock. I yawned. How many times have I had that same dream? And how many times has it broken my heart? I sighed.
Brick is pacing around, stopping to tap his foot, then continuing to pace around the closet. He has been walking around the past five minutes.
"Give it rest!" I said with annoyance. He stopped and glared at me.
"Do you want to stay in here? I'm trying to think of a way to get out of here, unlike you!"
"What happened to 'There is no way out of here'? – like you said earlier?"
He continued pacing, breathing harder. I exhaled, trying to cover the pain from the dream. "Just help me think of something!"
I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "I can get out of here myself."
"And I thought you were made of everything nice," he snarled. I am! Did he not notice the pink background when narrators say "and everything nice"? But that hurt. I don't even think he feels guilty for saying that. I can't read his eyes. I don't even know why I...
"I don't know why I ever loved you," I sneered, "... knowing both your brothers are better than you."
Hurt and anger ran through Brick, I could tell. I don't think I should have said that... Guilt filled my heart instantly. He sat down, looking like he gave up.
"I know," he sighed. I did not expect that. What happened to the fearless leader of the once most dangerous Rowdyruff Boys? I broke him.
"Yeah, I am the leader of our group but people always liked them more than me." His eyes lowered.
"Not that I was ever uncool or unpopular," he quickly added, "I was seen as the most uptight and serious Ruff; being the leader of the group, you tend to act that way. My brothers get into a lot of trouble and I have to save their butts all the time. It makes me look like a strict person. So people liked my brothers better. And you do too. I know you think they are better, you don't have to remind me."
I did not know he felt like that. I guess under that fearsome tough leader guy, is a sensitive and soft person.
Why did I just say that? I just reminded him of that pain he felt... I thought it would be sweet revenge – that comeback I made – but I don't feel so good about it. He didn't look hurt though. He hid it.
Butch's P.O.V.
I signaled Buttercup to turn it off. She did. I fell back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling.
I never knew Brick felt that way... I can't believe Boomer and I caused that. I never knew... And I thought when Brick got me out of trouble, it made me look bad; it especially made him look bad.
"I can't do this anymore," I said, quickly sitting up. I grabbed my keys and walked towards the door.
Buttercup slid in front of me, blocking the door with her arms spread out next to her.
"Where are you going?" she asked with her eyebrows raised.
"I'm going to unlock the closet and let them out," I simply stated. It was kind of obvious what I was going to do, wasn't it?
"Why?" she questioned as if I was stupid.
"Because I can't go through with this plan, knowing how much it is hurting my brother. Like he said, he always got me out of trouble. And this is not how I should repay him. I can't continue this plan. It's not working."
"Butch stop," she snapped. But she wasn't mad. She had a compassionate and understanding expression. She looked kind of... beautiful. "Why did we devise this plan?"
"... To get Brick and Blossom to stop fighting, duh."
"So then you are actually doing Brick a huge favor by doing this; he just doesn't know it yet. In the end, Brick will be happy and thank you."
"They keep arguing though."
Her eyes lowered. "We knew it would be like that at first. Of course they wouldn't automatically make up. Give it some time. They'll make up soon," she assured.
She saw the car keys I clutched in my hand. She didn't look at me as she gently took my hand. She released my grip on the keys and took the keys. Then she looked up at me and waved the keys up in the air.
"These are mine until you get my car back," she softly laughed. I smiled as she took my hand and led me back into the room where Bubbles and Boomer were patiently waiting.
Watashi wa anata-tachi wa kore made no keii o suki ni negatte imasu.
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