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BUBBLES: YAY! I AM SO EXCITED
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BRICK: ARE TO….
BLOSSOM: P.O.D. DOES NOT OWN ANY OF THE PPG AND RRB
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BLOSSOM POV
I was so tired that the moment I rested my head on the cushioned sleeping bag I drifted off to sleep. The day had taken a lot out of me. First the shock from our father about our marriages, then a planned escape out of the palace, running into the forest continuously for an hour or more, fighting with mythical werewolves with their leader being Ace? God what world am I living in. And as if it was not enough we had to meet three boys who were definitely trouble.
The blonde one Boomer is sweet. Even the green eyed Butch is tolerable. But that stupid Brick, he is unbearable. I am the leader so he ought to listen to me, but no, he has to make his own rules and make witty remarks to annoy me. But the best part is that he calls me Pinky…. Note the sarcasm people.
After the fight they set up their tent and sleeping bags. Brick lit a campfire and we had a small meal with fruits and cream. Not the best dinner, I know. Bubbles was tending to her huge cut on her upper arm with Boomer's help. She would wince every once and again but tried not to show her pain.
Buttercup had her small cuts bandaged and clean. She was eating her 'so called dinner' and Butch was teasing her about how her name was to girly to suit her. I know Buttercup gets annoyed when people make fun of her name but guess she was just not in the mood to argue with Butch. So she just settled for glaring at the fire blazing ahead.
Brick sat on a log reading some book. And I was simply staring at my sisters and 'accomplices'. When finally everyone was done we all went back to our tent. Bubbles had changed into her pale blue satin night suit and let her curls open. Buttercup changed into her pale green cotton nightwear and plopped down on her sleeping bag without caring enough to at least keep her boots and dress back in place.
I sighed and got up to place her clothes away in a corner. I had pulled out my hair loose. They flowed down and my braids were still intact. I drifted off into a dreamless sleep hugging the warmth of my sleeping bag.
(around 2 am)
I woke up to the sound of rustling footsteps outside our tent. When I looked carefully I could see a shadow of a buff man walking outside.
I got out of my bag slowly and unzipped the entrance of the tent. But when I opened the flap the cool night breeze rushed in causing me to shiver. Unfortunately the man noticed this and dashed towards the forest.
I did not want to lose our guest who caused me to wake up from my rest. So I followed after the man, bare footed might I add, a few meters away into the thick growth. As soon as I was about to catch him he turned around and before I could duck threw a sharp bladed knife at my right shoulder. I stifled a scream and then looked up only to find myself standing alone, my hair billowing in the wind.
I shivered and pulled out the knife hissing from pain. I kept it away for later observations that could lead me to my attacker. My silk shirt had a huge hole and was stained with blood so when I reached the camp the first thing I did was to change.
I hid my blood stained shirt deep in my bag and went out to the logs. I sat on one of them and cleaned my wound with some water wincing and hissing.
After getting rid of the blood I pressed a cotton ball to it and wrapped it with the cloth bandage to keep it stiff. I did not have enough time to find the healing ointments so I just did it the simple way and went back to sleep. Only this time I was restless for the rest of the night.
BRICK POV
I woke up early as usual. My brothers were out of their sleeping bags and sprawled out on the floor. Sheesh…..it is so hot. I ran a hand through my fiery hair, which were currently pointing out in all directions.
I sighed and got up kicking my brothers awake. Boomer groaned and sat up sleepily rubbing his eyes. Butch was on his feet glaring at me.
I smirked "Good morning sleeping beauties."
Butch growled and unzipped the tent storming outside.
"What's up with him?" boomer yawned.
I shrugged. Butch was not a morning person but he not usually this grumpy. We walked outside after making sure we looked presentable.
All of us had been taught by our mother that we should never dress shabbily in a lady's presence. But these three girls we met yesterday can be hardly called ladies. I mean just look at them. They fight, not that it is a bad thing. They do not whine about their dresses getting dirty or their hair messed up. And they certainly do not care enough to be polite and sweet, especially Pinky.
Butch was crouched down near the girl's tent, intently staring at something on the ground. I motioned Boomer to follow and we looked over Butch's head. He picked up something and turned around.
"What's that Bro?" Boomer questioned.
"Someone's been here." He replied bluntly.
"So what?" Boomer scratched his head, and Butch face palmed.
"Boomer, he means someone other than the girls or us, maybe a spy or someone who is hunting us down or someone like that." I finished.
Boomer formed an 'o' with his mouth.
"What makes you say that Butch?" I held out my hand for what Butch had picked up from the ground.
"What makes him say what?" a sweet voice asked.
We turned around to face the girls.
Seeing their looks we had probably woken them up. Bubbles was yawning and straightening the wrinkles in her silk nightwear. Buttercup was frowning her arms crossed and hair looking like a bird's nest. But both of them were quite normal compared to their sister.
Blossom looked like a ghost. Her fair skin now looking pale, her eyes red and had deep bags underneath it. Her hair was tangled and she stood shivering a little as though it was already winter rather than monsoons.
I frowned at her but none the less told them what had been found. Butch held up a white rose with small spots of red, which undeniably looked like blood.
Boomer looked confused and Bubbles a little shaken. Butch was scowling as was Buttercup who looked at the rose like it was the most disgusting thing ever. But that was not what caused me to narrow my eyes.
I've been told that I am the most observant and alert one of our trio. So I am very sure that I saw Blossom's eyes widen with fear and then turn back to stone cold orbs as she yet again shivered.
I snatched the rose from Butch's hand and held it in Pinky's face. "What do you know about this Pinky?" I growled.
She faced me expressionless "Why would I know anything?"
"Hey, don't you dare blow up on Blossom like that. How is she supposed to know where that damned rose came from?" Buttercup glared at me.
"Well Brick would not blow up on her without reason." Butch countered.
Bubbles pulled her sister back before she could pounce on Butch.
"Calm down guys, Brick why do you ask Blossom that?" Boomer said his arms stretched between Butch and Buttercup.
"Because she.."
"Hey Blossom, Don't you recognize the rose?" Bubbles suddenly perked up.
"W-what?" Blossom stuttered.
"Um, I think I have seen Dexter give plenty of those roses to you before." She mused.
Buttercup's eyebrows shot up and she snatched the rose from me, twisting and turning it as if looking for any flaw it might have. "Yeah I have seen it too."
Now it was confirmed Pinky knew something about it. But why would she be scared on seeing it.
I mentally face palmed at my own stupidity. Who would be happy on seeing a beautiful rose stained with blood.
"So Pinky, care to tell us what is it that you fear and can't tell us? And also why are you looking like a dead girl roaming around to haunt someone?" I teased her smirking at her sour expression.
"Oh my, Bloss what happened to you?" Bubbles grabbed her arm, yanking it hard.
"AAHHH…" Blossom screamed.
Bubbles backed away shocked and worried. She stepped on Boomer's foot who caught her and fell on his behind. Buttercup and Butch forgot to fight for a moment wondering what caused Blossom to scream. It was a scream of pain.
My eyes widened as I saw a red patch appear on her shirt near her shoulder. It grew until it was almost dyed her shirt in red. Blossom was sweating like crazy trying not to faint. Buttercup pushed her way through coming up with a first aid kit.
As Blossom lost consciousness I caught her before she could hit the muddy floor. I lifted her up and silently lay her in her tent, whose flaps were held by Butch.
Before I could reach for her shirt Buttercup slapped my hand away. When I realized what I was about to do, I blushed and silently left Pinky to be treated by her sisters.
Outside Boomer was sitting on a log studying the rose and Butch was nowhere to be found.
"Where is Butch?" I asked. He looked up, even though he tried to hide it I could see he was worried for Pinky and a little confused.
"He said he had to get our horses back before we continue." He stated grimly.
I sighed running a hand through my hair. A lot of questions were running through my mind. I was pretty sure Blossom did not get hurt by fighting the wolves. She was fine till last night. Then how did she get wounded? Why was she so pale and weak? What had caused her to fear the rose? Who was she?
My head was pounding by the time Butch walked into the clearing with our horses under his control. He tied them to a nearby tree and came to sit with me.
It had only been a few minutes when Bubbles came out of the tent. She was hesitating in something. We all looked at her expectantly until she finally sighed and said "Um, we don't exactly know what happened to Blossom. It is a wound caused by a knife but it is not normal. It is all red, obviously, but also a sickly shade of pale green and….." she sighed. "You all better come and see what it is."
We got up and followed her into the tent. Buttercup sat beside Blossom holding her hand. She was staring at the wound intently. I followed her line of sight and frowned. Blossom was covered in a single shoulder top so that only her wounded shoulder was bare. Hmm, Buttercup's not too dumb after all, I smirked. Don't get me wrong, I am not a pervert.
Pinky's skin was still pale like a sheet but her wound was as dark as night. Blood had been cleaned and the flow had been controlled. It was defiantly an injury caused by a knife which was bluish-purple around the edges. A pale green almost clear substance was oozing out of the wound drop by drop.
My brothers gaped at the wound and I was sure that they knew that Blossom had been poisoned.
We all crowded around her and I slowly touched the cold skin near her wound. Buttercup scowled but Bubbles placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"If anyone can heal your sister, then it is Brick. So I suggest that you let him work." Butch's voice was so soft that I could see Buttercup's shocked face from my peripheral. I mentally smirked. With that tone people tended to have that reaction towards Butch.
"Yeah, Brick knows a lot about poisons and stuff. So you girls need not worry, Pinky will be just fine." Boomer smiled lightly.
Bubbles gave a light laugh and even Buttercup cracked a smile. I was pleased that I would not be killed by Blossom's sisters for trying to heal her. Not that they could kill me. Now back to the work at hand, by the reacting speed I could tell the poison was not fast.
After smelling it and studying it, running a few tests on it I also knew it was not deadly and would only cause weakness in her body. If properly rested, she would be all good in a day or two.
I asked Boomer to make the paste that he used to for these mild poisons. He took Bubbles along with him to collect some berries and herbs required for the paste. Bubbles and Boomer both were quite gentle and nice healers.
I put some gauze on Pinky's shoulder and wrapped it in a cotton bandage. Buttercup and Butch were long gone to train themselves.
I sighed. How did I get in this mess? Why did we have to meet these girls? Not that I regret it much. It is just that now they will be in danger as long as they are with us.
I caught Pinky's fiery strands of hair and tucked them behind her ear. Oh you do not know what you are getting yourself into, do you girl?
After a moment I smirked. But these girls are not weak. It is going to be a hell of an adventure with you girls. Just be healthy quickly, Pinky. Cause when you wake up I will give you a fight you will remember. I may be treating you right now but I am not Brick if I care for you and fall for you, sweetie. I smirked with my bad boy attitude back.
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Brick: that was so mushy…. XP
Blossom: hey! that was sweet
Brick: so you like me or what, Pinky?! ;)
Blossom: in your dreams Red!
Brick: I am sorry to disappoint you but I don't like to waste my dreams on you…. ;P XD
Blossom: such a dog… :/ … anyways please read and review …. LOVE YOU ALL … :*
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