AN: Okay so you will be seeing quite a bit of BlossomxBrick in these nest few chapters, but is is necessary so that Mandy can ruin lives! Also just wanted to let people know in advance the GrimxMandy relationship will be developing slowly throughout the plot based on their characterization. Lastly, I own nothing! On with the story!
Smoke swirled about Blossom's head in dark tendrils. The fires that were raging from destroyed cars and burning buildings made it too thick when combined with the dust and debris that were in the air from the shattered pavement, and she was practically choking on it. Or maybe she was choking on the foul and bitter smell of blood, as that horrific crunching echoed in her ears. Strong arms wrapped around her and helped her to her feet, and she knew they belonged to Brick. Tears flooded her eyes and ran in steady waves down her face and she clutched onto his sleeve, while silently acknowledging that she should be comforting him. How did this happen? How did everything get so messed up? She was unaware of the satisfied smirk that was being worn by a blonde haired girl who was standing on a rooftop looking down at the scene.
When the girls had arrived the boys had been causing havoc, chaos, and having a good time doing it. They had gotten right down to business, knocking the stuffing out of each other with bits of witty banter in-between punches. Buttercup was scowling fiercely at Butch when she had yelled at him about interrupting her reading and him saying he loved the Watchmen which in turn made her face brake out in an angry blush and scowl. Blossom and Butch were having a stare down, while their siblings were fighting. They were the smartest of their siblings, and they knew that they were more similar then they were different, a fact that they were sure the others were aware of, but too stubborn to acknowledge. And on occasion when they weren't fighting each other, they sometimes met up, accidentally of course because such a goody goody hero would never be caught dead with a delinquent like him. They would sit together in a small run down dinner and talk, her timidly swirling hot chocolate around in her cup, him drinking black coffee. They stared at each other for another long moment, and she twisted a lock of red-orange hair and he scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Don't tell me you've gone that soft already, hero." The red haired man drawled, refusing to look her in the eye as he straightened the red baseball cap that he wore.
"You wish." She claimed, but made no move to attack him. He was on top of her then deep crimson eyes staring into swirling soft cherry-blossom pink. Her counterpart was a few inches taller than her, and it showed when he was practically pressed against her like this, how he was floating right in front of her, looking menacing from anyone's but their own perspectives. How his eyes were both lightened in amusement and darkened with the trilling thrill of causing destruction, through all of this, noting the way he held himself with a confident air, but made no move to start a fight. Blossom found herself hiding a small almost shy smile that she suddenly found only he could bring to her face. They exchanged in a short bout of witty banter, before they actually attacked one another.
Wind rushed past her face and whipped her hair around as she launched herself out of the deep crater that her body had created upon her impact with the pavement. And she knew that there was a shining streak of pink trailing after her as she inhaled deeply, before exhaling in a strong burst, snowflakes and ice erupting from her puckered lips and heading straight for her red haired counterpart. She noticed absently that he was fighting harder than usual, as if he really wanted to win, though it wouldn't matter in the long run, she was sure that he would just apologize later when they saw each other. He countered her attack with a blast of fire breath, she didn't know how it made sense that he had fire while she had ice, but in a way she thought it suited them just fine.
Even though the battle was more grueling than usual, she found her mind wandering back to how they had come to be… well this, she didn't want to name it while she was hitting him across the face with a lamppost, had formed between them.
AN: Yes, I shall not tell you the horror of which has conspired in the beginning! Beware of flash back in the next chapter! R&R please.