Lethal

Note 1: Here's the first chap of the bluzies, they sho cuuuute~! Hope you likes it!

Note 2: They do not have super powers, they are not known as the 'Powerpuff Girls' or 'Rowdyruff Boys'. But they are just as awesome! *insert sparkly eyes and fist here*

Warning: The usual drill; alcohol, violence, SEX, sexual references, drugs, Butch (he likes it rough), Buttercup (she submits :O), and really bad language. :)

Disclaimer: If I owned this I would have made an episode about the 'Powerpunk Girlz'!

Chapter 4: Violets are Blue.

Bubbles giggled as her sister pulled the red-headed male through the crowd. Then there was a tap on her shoulder, making her turn in confusion. There stood a tall, toned blonde haired male with dark, piercing blue eyes smiling awkwardly down at her. Bubbles felt her cheeks tint with rouge at his handsomeness. "Hey, my name's Boomer, what's your's?" The boy asked, a small blush staining his cheeks.

"Hi, my name is Bubbles!" Bubbles giggled, smiling brightly up at the cute boy.

"Nice to meet you Bubbles." he scratched his cheek nervously, eyes darting from her to the ground.

"Nice to meet you too." Bubbles kept smiling, the red never leaving her face. There was a few moments of nervous silence till Boomer manned up.

"Uh, do you want to dance?" he asked awkwardly. Bubbles eyes shone with warmth. The boy reminded her of a giant teddy-bear and his shy smile gave her stomach little butterflies. The blonde haired girl blushed darker at the thought.

"I'd love that!" She smiled shyly, putting her arms around his neck. Boomer blushed redder at the action and kept his hands pressed against her lower back, never straying. There was this invisible line of awkwardness between the two of them that seemed to stem from their innocence.

Bubbles was the only of her two sisters that had only given herself to a guy once. And that was on the night of her 18th birthday, with her ex-boyfriend Cody. He passed away from an illness not too long after that and Bubbles never really got over it. It was along time before her sisters could convince her to finally go out again.

Bubbles blinked and really looked at the guy she was dancing with. His hair gave him a spiky look, but she could tell it was natural and not gel created. He wore a long sleeved, dark blue shirt and black zip-up hoodie with dark blue trainers. She then analyzed his traits. He looked a lot like Cody, but seemed to be a lot more shy, someone who kept to himself. But there was a sort of strength radiating off of him, even though he looked as if he wouldn't hurt a fly.

Of course, she was a little off in that analysis because, unbeknownst to her, this boy was just like his name. He took care of all the bombings and traps of the group, whereas his ginger-haired brother took care of hacking into systems and data collection. Obviously, Butch was their star shooter and close-combat guy. We have the brawn the brain and the boom.

The girls weren't really that much different. Their brawn was Buttercup, who was also a shooter and close-combat fighter, Blossom was the brain and the one who could trace hackings and electronic messages and disarm bombs. The only one who was really different was Bubbles, she was their aid instead of bomber. She could scent out and spot out poison and traps as well as a trained medic. But all of the guys and girls knew basic first aid.

Boomer watched as Bubbles stared intently at him. He could tell apart scrutiny from adoration and was instantly on guard. His muscles tensed, which Bubbles picked up on. It was subtle, so only the trained eye could spot the shift. At this her analysis of him wavered. He was hiding something... but what? She had no clue. But if anything, Bubbles loved helping people and she couldn't help but be swept up by his air. So many questions raced in her head about the man who held her in his arms. None she had the answer to. But she wanted to know, wanted to find out. So with that, she clung on tighter to his firm body, closing the gap between them and breaking down the wall.

Bubbles body was flush against Boomers, the boy adjusted his grip, surprise showing on his face as he unintentionally pressed her closer to his body. His head was filled with her scent, the smell of violets and orchids invaded his senses as her hair brushed his face. She tipped her face up towards him and their eyes locked. Boomer's lidded heavily as she got onto her toes. He himself was magnetized and found his lips against hers in seconds. It was a soft press of two pairs of lips on each other, no openings, no strain, just a touch. And it was over in seconds.

Both blondes re-opened their eyes and flushed in sync. Bubbles burrowed her face in his chest and let the scent of embers over-load her senses. Boomer wrapped his arms around her in response and one hand took her own. Bubbles entwined their fingers. It was comfortable and it was innocent.

So why did they both have such a bad feeling?

Yeh-heh~! 'nother one bites the dust ;p You like? yes? Review? I know you waaannaaa~!