A/N – I figured it was better that I, you know, explained some things. I like to cuss like a sailor; this is why this is rated M. Seriously. There will also be one scene that includes sex, although – you – see – nothing. I didn't feel it was necessary. It is implied sex, and the event will later be talked about, but not in graphic detail.
So, because of the rules here, this is rated M. I would rather rate it T, seeing as I think most teens can deal with a lot of strong language and implied sex, but prefers it otherwise. Sorry.
And of course, all characters and specific places belong to Craig McCracken. "Harvard" belongs to Harvard, and if New York is like Kentucky and decided to copyright their name, I suppose "New York" belongs to New York, too. Other than that everything is pretty much mine.
Oh! And this is first draft. Please excuse minor grammatical mistakes. Any questions or comments, feel free to read and review.
Enjoy!
EDIT (5/25/08) – Wow. I've got reviews already. Sorry, I'm not used to that. Thanks, though!
And kudos to fanficfan001 for finding a big continuity error. To quote their comment: "The Girls' chemical X expires in 21 years, but the RR boys' in 15 years right? The girls were created at like 6 or 7 years old, so were the RRB's so shouldn't the RRBs be dead already? I mean the girls were still in Kindergarten when the RRBs were first created, so the RRB's should have either lost their power or died 6 years ago or so right?"
You're right. This seems to be something I did not think about as much as I probably should have.
I will fix this eventually, but for the sake of the story, please overlook this, erm, detail. Just keep in mind the expiration IS their personal motivation, and they will, basically, all die if they don't do this.
Thanks again.
OH! And self-realization: I think my characters speak too smart… but I kind of like the idea that they're intelligent people… hmm… so yeah.
But I'm sorry for the late update. I just got out of school for the summer, so I've been pretty busy. I'm not anymore though! Expect updates every other week or so. Yay!
Chapter 4
Each in a rather gloomy mood, the three girls waited in their old room, for whenever the Professor would call them back downstairs. He told them to wait for the meeting with the boys, and they would speak one more time tonight. Bubbles sat on her twin-size bed, which was covered with sky blue sheets and dozens of stuffed animals. Blossom stared at herself blankly in the mirror, slowly brushing her hair. Buttercup gazed out one of the three old windows, completely distracted. She sighed.
"At least an hour, right?" she asked. Bubbles and Blossom didn't reply. Buttercup glanced at them, and then tugged longingly at her trench coat pocket. They remained silent for several minutes, before Buttercup spoke again.
"Ah," she moved closer to the window, "they're here."
Bubbles and Blossom immediately dropped everything and zoomed to a window. They each stared at three guys standing in front of their house. The tallest one had jet-black hair, pulled into a short pony-tail. He had large combat boots, tight blue jeans, and a tattered leather jacket. The guy next to him had shaggy, dirty blonde hair, and he wore a brown polo with khaki shorts. The last one had his deep auburn hair covered in a backwards baseball cap. His clothes hung lazily on his body, a single chain hanging from his baggy pants.
It was them – The Rowdyruff Boys.
The dark-haired one, Butch, popped a cigarette out of his sleeve and lit it. He took one long drag, and flicked the cigarette into the grass. Blossom gasped.
"How could he?!" She said, disgusted.
"He's… just an ass," Buttercup concluded, although she stared longingly out the window, her lipped curled. The others did not notice.
"They look so…different…" she said, her voice trailing. The girls continued staring out the window, waiting for the guys below to move. Suddenly, the blonde one, Boomer, looked up. The girls jumped away from the window, as if electrified.
"Do you think they saw us?!" Bubbles cried. Buttercup and Blossom glanced at one another.
"What doe it matter?" Blossom said. She strutted back to the mirror, and went back to brushing her hair, as if this was nothing out of the ordinary. "Let's just wait for the Professor."
Buttercup chuckled, as Bubbles went and sat back on her bed. The girls soon heard a door open below, and muffled voices. They tried not to let each other see how much they strained to listen. The door closed, there was some more voices, another door opened and closed.
Silence.
It was precisely an hour and forty-nine minutes before there was a soft knock on the girls' door. The girls tore themselves away from the clock and saw the Professor peak into the room. He smiled.
"We're finished, girls. You may come down now." He opened the door all the way and gestured the girls out the door. The girls looked at each other, and left the room. Blossom remained completely poised again, ready for the meeting. Bubbles wrung her hands at her sides nervously. Buttercup's face was twisted into an angry pout. The Professor shut the door behind him, and followed. At the laboratory door, the Professor cut ahead. He turned.
"Now, please girls, I expect nothing but respect and maturity," he said. He eyed Buttercup knowingly. "From all of you." Buttercup was taken aback.
"Why are you looking at me again, Professor? God, you'd think—" Professor held a finger up to his lips. He opened the door and went in, the girls trailing behind. He walked down the stairs slower than usual, dreading the events soon to follow. He caught sight of the boys and Mojo Jojo, and stopped.
ZING!
"YOU! YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! HERE! IN MY HOUSE! IN THE PROFESSOR'S HOUSE! BASTARDS!"
Professor was not at all surprised to see Buttercup screaming obscenities inches away from the face of the red-haired Brick. Blossom and Bubbles struggled desperately to keep their sister from slaughtering him. Brick stood with his feet glued to the floor, and did not utter a single word, although he was obviously restraining himself.
"Buttercup, control yourself," Professor said hopelessly.
"Bitch needs a fucking sedative," Brick said through clenched teeth. If it was possible, Buttercup was even angrier now than before. Blossom, whose legs were anchored around the stair's railing, held her grip on Buttercup's wrist.
"Butter…cup… stop… it…" she panted. Buttercup broke her sisters' grip… and planted her feet on the ground. She breathed heavily. Brick sneered and sat.
"Now, Buttercup, um, maybe you should sit?" Bubbles said, pulling over a chair. Blossom and Bubbles pushed Buttercup into the chair. They grab their own chairs and sat near her. The Professor settled himself back into his old chair.
"Girls…" he gestured at the boys. "The – er – boys."
There was a very long, very intense moment as all of them glared at each other. Not a word was spoken.
"Now," Mojo Jojo interrupted, "down to business or what?"
"No," Blossom said. She eyed each of the boys, one by one. She stopped at Brick. Not taking her eyes away, she stood up. She took a step forward, and held out her hand. Brick looked at the hand, then at Blossom. He did it again. And he did it again. He shook it.
"Better?" Mojo Jojo said irritably. All of them stood up and shook hands, all except Buttercup. Butch stood before her. Their eyes met. Another long, intense moment. Butch held out a strong, square hand. Buttercup grimaced… and reluctantly shook it.
"Now can we get to business?" Mojo Jojo asked. They all say back down and looked at him. He smiled his strange, toothy, evil grin.
"Awww, aren't we all one, big happy family?" he said. Bubbles, Boomer, and Brick chuckled.
"We're just… we're just in this together," Blossom said. She looked at the Professor. He nodded, and collected the papers on his desk.
"We've all met again, and we've all been introduced to our missions, but I of course must provide details." He passed out a sheet of paper to each of them. "These papers will give you any information I don't tell you now. Memorize this, because you won't be taking it with you.
Each of you are paired up according to your strengths, and you will need to utilize these strengths. Bubbles and Boomer, both knowledgeable in animals and nature in general, will explore an island in the Atlantic Ocean. We have reason to believe that the island may be the training and or testing site for animals. You will observe the area for anything out of the ordinary, try and find the possible locations, and destroy it."
A small smile bounced on Bubbles face. The animals? She might get to help the animals! She looked at Boomer, who was looking curiously at the ground.
"Butch and Buttercup, as the most powerful and dynamic of both teams, will explore the caverns in the southwest. We have a lead that the caves are used by Him and his allies, possibly for storage and manufacturing, but that's truly as much as we know. It is potentially the most dangerous of the areas, and I know you can do this."
The Professor was desperately trying to encourage Buttercup. She winced and looked at Butch. He smirked.
"As for Blossom and Brick, you will head to Chicago, and use your diplomatic and investigative skills to find out as much more information as possible. Brick will exhaust all his connections finding said information, and Blossom will put the pieces together and organize information. This is the most important task of all of this.
Any questions so far?"
The Professor looked around the room, hopeful. Not a word. The Professor turned to Mojo Jojo, beckoning him to speak.
"Now, we will be in contact the entire mission. In each of the uniforms that I have created will be a homing device, so we can keep track of you. There is also a cloaking device to avoid any unwanted tracking from the other side. You will each have a radio for communication, and you will also have a new 'sense'… This sense will let you know when he's lurking nearby… Just as an extra precaution. All of these were created by me – Mojo Jojo.
Any questions?"
Butch raised his hand and spoke, very smoothly and matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, do you still talk like that? Man…"
That did it. In a split second, everyone, including Buttercup, burst into laughter. Only Mojo remained seething in his chair. Perhaps the tension was just too much. The laughter ensued for a few minutes. Mojo Jojo sat there quietly. Waiting for the laughter to finish. When it died, he sighed and looked at the Professor. He nodded.
"I'm not going to ask you to leave now, so in the morning, I'll feed you girls breakfast and we'll send you off at 9 a.m.."
This seemed to conclude the meeting. They sat there a few more seconds before everyone stood up. The Rowdyruff Boys silently filed up the stairs and out of the lab. Mojo Jojo nodded at the girls and the Professor.
"9 a.m. sharp."
He followed. The girls looked at the Professor. He sighed.
"If you girls don't mind… it'd be nice to have you back for the night. I'll make you breakfast."