O great Sunshine and Daisy, in what way should she kill that blasted Monkey?

Odd question? True. Killer tendency? Definitely. But Miyako was in a bit of a pinch to really care right now, stuck under a flipping car with a strange boy locked tight handling the weight - trying his darn hardest on not flatten her and him to a sizzled maple pancakes.

So, giving her some slack is a must, right?

Back to the situation at hand, the hooded boy gargled and whizzed, huffing for breath and every fiber in his being strained. He can't help it, he give her the stink eyes. "Move... Aside... Please...!"

Miyako wasn't an idiot - she could catch people undertone when they do implying her as such fine and dandy. Like this boy did just now. Then again, hanging out mouth agape under a rolling gigantic scrap of metal probably wasn't a very great start to impress a possible ally.

An ally who radiated bright white aura.

Why does that sound familiar?

Regardless, she rolled out of the way, kneeling where she thought was safe and summoned her wand. It glow bluish white in her hand and she gripped it tightly, swinging it to her problem.

"Bubble... Catcher!"

It worked like a charm! Seeing the result, she sighed in relief. She was afraid the wand was being wonky again, denying her commands. The monstrous bubble that she successfully made flew and eaten the car whole, made it hover in the air harmlessly relieving the boy of pain and future flattening.

Without the added weight the boy legs shook then give in. He sat on the road, gaping.

—"Wow," was all he could said.

Miyako shook her head at him, amused, and looked around, still finding it hard to witness and absorb in such lethal destruction done by... No one. Nobody was responsible. Nothing.

The Market Street was vacant: shops left unattended, posters flew around and laying there dead, asphalt cracked with boiling heat, billboard left it hinge and fallen to the ground - Everything's in chaos. Heck, she also find not one, but two standpipe exploding with burst of water, leaving puddle of water to fill in.

And the worst part? Miyako and the strange boy are the only souls that can be seen for miles away. No one in sight, none at all.

She wanted to blame Mojo, blame the green monkey for everything: for the colossal damage to the citizen disappearance. But she know better than fooling herself, whoever did this they were smart.

Granted Mojo was too, but he was bombastic, obnoxious, too loud - he will always announce his plan to the world like an idiot, like usual, like she used to. But this... This Monster? Far from it. This kind of destruction... It was organised, Mojo was messy. This Monster were sneaky, stealthy, a genius, and worse of all? Powerful.

Her lips quivered, the Blue Puff regretted ever agreeing on splitting up. Now she's all alone with an unknown monster lurking in the depth with a clueless boy who can't even control his power, curved bananas in his hands.

Miyako scoffed, she can't believe it. It started out simple enough, doing an errand for Ken to investigate. How can it lead her to this then? She don't know anything and it scared her. For the first time after taking the Hero's mantel, her only wish was to curl up and cried, very much like the little girl she was. She wondered if her teammates would let her lay flat on her back, giving herself to the wilderness until pigeons round up and poked her eyes out, maybe friendly mice would love to eat her flesh too.

These morbid, self-destructing thought was very tempting she admit. But how could she? This town need her to protect them, to fight evil for the innocent's sake. She represented the White, right? Even if it's only one of a third. She can't give up now, she come too far. She's Bubbles now and Bubbles is brave. Brave enough to demand answers.

And what better way to get that than from the hooded boy beside her?

Miyako's wand glowed, time to play dirty.

Akira groaned. Man, his head hurt like a bitch.

Groggily, he opened his eyelids, showing his crimson pupils to the world and blinking it a few times. Oddly enough, he felt as if he was being tied down. Both his wrists and ankles hurt like hell and it felt like he was forcefully strap down to an electrical, metal chair.

Oh wait, that's exactly what happened to him.

He started to panic. What the hell's happened to me?

Wasn't he suppose to meet Green at the park today? Why is he here? He can't remember a thing... did someone hit him with a baseball bat or something? For some reson, even in this pressing matter, baseball and streaks of light seems important... somewhat.

Akira scrunched his nose and sneezed. Wherever here was, it was dark and dusty and claustrophobic and weeds was growing everywhere and his back started to itch and he was sure he heard rat somewhere and he didn't like it. Didn't like it one bit.

No, no, Akira. Calm down! You need to calm down! Remember what Mother said? 'In stress, always does our exercise breathing'? And with his mother's word linger in the back of his head, he breathed in, then out. In, out, in, out, in, and out...!

It worked. His heart rate dropped, heart attack avoided and his tense muscle relaxed. That is, before reality sink in: he was kidnapped.

Fucking kidnapped.

In rage and very much seeing red, Akira thrashed his holder, the chair bouncing up and down from his sheer power alone. A tiny part of him wondered since when was he this strong? He was born scrawny and in no way fit for a kid his age, being a Hermit and all. The bigger part though blow a steam and yelled at this tiny part. And unfortunately for Tiny, Big controlled his very emotion: he honestly doesn't care about the detail right now. Literally his only thought was: out, out, free, free, fire, sunlight, BURN!

Sliding his brain aside. Amazingly enough, the straps in his hands almost snapped from the harsh tugging - it should and would be if the door in wherever he was didn't slammed open.

Akira shrieked. (Not like a girl mind you, not at all).

"My, my, look at you. Precious little Hero."

The tone was mocking and it definitely belong to a woman. Her voice was smooth, layered with honey. This woman have a silver tongue no doubt. He growled as a response, pissed that the old hag had the guts to mock him. Whoever she was she's gonna get it, he swear on his father's name. Especially if she's the mastermind behind his little abduction.

His hold on the arms chair tightened. "Who are you?"

She chuckled, but no answer was heard.

With the faint light from the ventilation, he guessed he was kept in a small square underground basement or something. Maybe an attic depending if his Hostess goes up or down the stair. The room was damp and mossy, floor a wooden plank and walls painted pitch black adding to his eyes soreness, and it was barren too. The only thing in sight was a lone metal closet you usually see in a Locker Room perched in the corner collecting dust. And there's also the broad mahogany table, where the woman put down her uniquely shaped lantern she's been gingerly holding since her arrival. It shined, illuminating his space with purple light, not like anything he's ever seen. It was almost... Hypnotizing. Bewitching even.

Akira shook his head violently, confused. What the hell was that all about?

The redhead know something was off with that lantern the moment he'd laid his eyes on it. So, he'd tried not to. His gaze solely focused on the owner instead.

The old hag that may not be an old hag smelled... Funny. Something akin to spice, herb and dust. Mixed those and something... Undescribable. Like a liquid that can't decide if its want to roam as a gas or a solid object. She wore a raggedy black robe, covering her from the scalp of her head to her very toe. The hood was up so he can't see her face, only her lips was visible and he have an inkling that was basically her plan all along.

It was quiet, neither of them want to speak.

Suddenly, he catch the purple light danced in the very corner of his vision. Enchanting. Whispering.

"What do you want?"

He said that, didn't he? That was his voice he heard. Why did he said that? Why did he open his mouth? He didn't want that, he never command his vocal cords to materialise his words, nor did he want to speak. There's only one explanation for this oddity then: his mouth moved on its own.

Across the table, a hint of a smile graced his Hostess lips.

"What do I want, Brick?" She begin, placing a delicate hand to the table surface. "The only thing that I want is for you to help me."

Brick? "Help. How could I help?"

Something slithered it way onto his neck. It was a scorpion tail.

"Help me to please him, yes? He would love you." She purred, showing him her perfect 'teeth', her aura darken and Akira could just feel it. Something oozing out of her, something slimy and very much venomous.

Sweat trickled down from his forehead.

No one heard a pained scream of a boy that night.

No one.

A/N: Ooo, look at that! The plot thicken! And it took me like what? A year? (I have a sinking feeling that I already done this joke by now, but... Who care?! It's better to do things my way, broh).

(—Okay, I'm sorry. That was horrible. Totally my bad).

But I'm serious though, one more day and it will be this fic one year anniversary! Hooray! Hooray for hiatus!

...Too soon?

Ahem, anyway. There's one tiny thing I want to tell you guys, that from this point on - from this very chapter, the timeline gonna get screwed. Not like Doctor Who type of screwed, no. But one-character-POV-take-place-in-the-future-and-the-other-POV-told-it-from-present-time type of screwed. So if it felt jumpy, blame the format I'm using.

Yeah, I know, it gonna get confusing and it totally is my fault 'cause I wanna try mystery and stuff. So brace yourself for that.

Oh! And another thing! This fic gonna get dark fast. Not as dark as Batman of course and there's definitely some humorous moment to be found, so no worry! Just wanna say it'll get a tiny bit serious later on.

I think that's it... Any other thing I want to add...?

Oh yeah! I'm joking, of course I remembered;

Disclaimer! I do not own the PowerPuff Girls and its characters. It belong rightfully to Cartoon Network. As much as that hurt my heart.

—PS, To Miss Monster: Because of the lack of way to communicate and my own uncertainty with your character, I can't accept your OC. I'm sorry. If my reasoning seems flimsy to you then another apology. I love talking to the owner and discuss how we can shape the OC into the story, and with you it might just be hard. Would it be worth the effort?

Again, I'm very sorry.

And with that sad note, I'm gonna end it here. Thank you guys for reading this! Please review, follow, and fav. It soar my heart to the Nine World if you do.

Until next time!

Adiós!