AN: All rights to The Powerpuff Girls belong to Craig McCracken.
Chapter 3: Meeting Day
Saturday, April 1st, 2017 9:56am
"He did what?!" Bubbles shrieked.
Blossom and Robin winced at the girl's loud tone. It was far too early to be screaming they thought. The both of them glared at the blonde and she apologized shyly. Bubbles ended up crashing in their room for the night. After the encounter with the Brick, they immediately left the party. They made sure to text Buttercup and Mitch about their departure. Blossom had to fly them both back home since Bubbles was out like a light. Her and Robin, made Bubbles a place to sleep on the sofa and then after, groggily climbed into their own beds.
Now Bubbles was awake and full of energy like her getting drunk and passing out last night never happened. Typical Bubbles. Blossom and Robin just finished telling her the night's events and Bubbles couldn't believe it. She was mad at herself for leaving her sister and Robin by themselves to face the boys. She felt terrible. Anything could've happened to them while she was too drunk to walk. She felt useless.
Blossom noticed the contempt on her sisters face and rested her delicate hand on her shoulder, stroking it lightly. She smiled at her. "Bubbles, don't beat yourself up too much, nothing is your fault. We were fine. We left without a scratch on us." She reassured.
Bubbles shook her hand off. "Still! You were in danger! This wouldn't have happened if I didn't decide to drink last night." She couldn't let it go. She let her sister down in her eyes. Buttercup would probably be pissed at her when she found out.
"Bubbles, it's more my fault than yours. I should've kept a better eye on you." Blossom coaxed.
"Yeah Bubbles, we got distracted. It's honestly not your fault." Robin tried to help.
Bubbles didn't want to hear any of that. She wasn't a child anymore. Why should she need her sisters to watch her? She should already know better. She was careless and because of that Blossom was nearly attacked. All her life her sister's babied her. Yes, she was the youngest but she wasn't young anymore. Bubbles trained hard, day and night so she can try to match her sister's strength. She was tired of being the weakest Puff. She wanted to better. She wanted to be better.
"Blossom, I'm sorry." Bubbles spoke softly with an edge. Blossom waved her hands out in front of her and timidly laughed.
"Bubbles, really, it no big–"
"Next time I'll be there if anything like that happens again." She looked serious. Her eyes hardened, unwavering as she stared at her eldest sister. Blossom blinked in surprise as she stared back at the blue Puff. She recognized the determination in her sister's eyes and smiled. Her baby sister never ceased to amaze her.
"Okay, but I'm going to hold you to that." Blossom playfully teased. She poked at Bubbles sides tickling her and Bubbles doubled in laughter. Robin rolled her eyes at her two friends. They were just serious like two seconds ago now they're having a tickle fight. She didn't know what she was going to do with the young super heroines.
"Ohhh, Robin? You didn't think we would leave you out, did you?"
-np: Cruel Youth – Hatefuck
Buttercup didn't want to open her eyes. She didn't want to get up. She was over the day before it even started. Her head was throbbing from the massive hang over she had from last night. All she wanted to do was roll over and go back to sleep but with his loud snoring she knew that was next to impossible They both were naked, with their clothes littering the room's floor. Buttercup thanked God, she didn't have to drag Bubbles back to their room last night. She fumbled to find her phone through the tangled sheets. She found it. 10:17am, it read. Well at least she had some time to lounge around before her sisters started calling.
Today was the meeting. She was so not looking forward to it. It made her anxious not knowing how things will play out. Worst case scenario, her and her sisters will have to join the RowdyRuff Boys. She was trying to avoid that like the plague.
Like, the boy that was currently holding her hostage underneath him.
Buttercup craned her neck to glare at him. She wanted to hit him but she couldn't. she lost the bet so she'll give him that. She'll play nice but this is going to be that last time she goes along with one of his stupid games. She told herself that she wouldn't do this again. That she would never stoop this low again. But here she was trapped underneath him. She hated herself. She hated Butch.
Their little affair–if that's what you chose to call it, has been going on since their sophomore year when they had one too many drinks at a senior party and kept meeting up with one another, one too many times. They ended up in one of the host's rooms in the house and from then on, the rest was history. It was neither of their first times doing it but it was the first time Buttercup enjoyed it and that was what kept her coming back. She tried ending it multiple times but failed miserably. Butch would always find a way to slither right back into her bed. She would sometimes do the slithering too, but she would never admit that.
Buttercup couldn't deny that the heat that radiated off him didn't feel soothing against her flesh, but she'll never tell him that.
Too bad she couldn't just lay there all day… What the fuck am I thinking?
She tried squirming out of his grasp but he only tightened his hold around her tiny figure. "Butch." She hissed.
Butch just groaned in his sleep and held her even closer. She could feel his warm breath on her shoulder. Buttercup sighed and decided to use another tactic. She pinched at his arms hard. Hard enough to draw blood and then she twisted the damaged skin. Butch jumped out of his sleep and howled.
"Fuck! Buttercup, hell did you do that for?" He snarled. He looked ready rip her head off.
Buttercup matched his glare right back. "Shut the fuck up and get up!" She growled. She ripped the comforter off of him exposing his nude body. "Leave." She told him. Butch cocked his head at her. He had the nerve to look confused. Buttercup repeated herself. "Butch, get the fuck up and leave!" She was trying to ignore his third leg hanging to his side.
Butch looked like he finally registered what she said and then he laughed. His laughter bounced off the walls as Buttercup seethed. Butch had no shame as he swung his legs over her bed and got up. Buttercup's eyes avoided the scratches running down his back, her scratches to be exact. She was putting last night sexcapades to the far back of her mind. She didn't want to remind herself she what had let herself indulge in. She felt dirty.
Butch was searching for his clothes scattered across the room, purposely taking his precious time just to piss Buttercup off even more. Buttercup wanted to launch her night stand at his head but she promised Bubbles she wouldn't destroy any more of their stuff in the room they shared.
"You know Butters, we should do this more often." He said a little too smugly for her liking. It was too early for this and It was too early for him to be pissing her off like this. She cautiously wrapped her blanket around her form and stomped through her room helping him search for his belongings. She wanted him gone.
"I don't see the point of you covering up. It's not like I haven't seen everything." He said tossing his shirt over his head. He still had no pants on. Buttercup chucked his boxers at him, which he quickly caught.
"Stop talking to me so you can get the fuck out." She growled bitterly.
"Not a morning person?" He sneered.
Buttercup inhaled and exhaled deeply. "Butch…now is not the time."
He stared at her for a moment as she gathered her clothes off the floor. Ridding the room of any evidence that he was there. She was always like this after they did it. They were always like this afterwards. They get drunk, have sex all night long, then she went back to hating him the next day. Rinse, wash, and repeat. Butch didn't really mind it actually. It made things simpler, less obvious. It was funny to him.
He didn't miss the side glances she was giving him every now then. She was checking him out. Even though she wouldn't admit to it, Buttercup found Butch damned hot. One of the most attractive guys she ever laid her eyes on to be exact. And she was drawn to him. Call it a counterpart thing if you want but Butch thought it was more than just that. The way their bodies moved as one when they had done it many times before, the way she screams his name every time he touched her there, the way she clawed at him as if she needed him to breathe, and how their lips fit perfectly against one another's. But most importantly, they knew each other. Butch knew Buttercup better than she even knew herself. Which is why he knew Buttercup didn't hate him.
"Buttercup, this whole 'acting like you hate me' thing is getting old." He said flatly.
Buttercup turned to look at him incredulously. "Acting? You think I'm acting?" She scoffed. Boy, is he funny. "You think too highly f yourself."
"That's what I said right?" He didn't even bother to look at her as he put his jeans on. Buttercup was in denial but that's okay. She can lie to him all she wants but Butch could see straight through her.
"Butch. Regardless of what we may do, it doesn't change the way I feel about you. I still hate you, nothing is going to change that." She laughed. "Besides… We're only doing this to blow off some stress. We've been doing it high school, why bother to find someone different now? It's convenient." She shrugged off the dirty look he was giving her.
It was his turn to laugh. "Convenient? That's what you've been telling yourself?" His eye twitched. "I don't know what goes on in that pretty little head of yours, babe but you know that's not true– or at least the full truth."
"It is the truth! She snapped.
"You're fucking a liar." He said simply. He looked her up and down. She now had on a small tank and a pair of old gym shorts. Why does she have to be so fucking difficult?
Buttercup stormed over to him to get is his face. "Butch, you don't fucking know me." She hissed. Butch just smirked and shook his head at the girl's ignorance. She couldn't lie to him.
He shrunk, making sure they were eye to eye. "And that's where you're wrong, babe. I know almost everything about you. You care to know why?" He watched her closely as she began to shake. "You're just like me Buttercup. Yeah, you're good and I'm evil but that doesn't change the fact that were alike in many ways. Other than your sisters and The Professor, I'm the one that knows you best. The first moment I laid eyes on you I knew what your first move was going to be. Just by looking at you I could tell what you're thinking." Buttercup took a step back. She didn't want to hear anymore.
Butch took a step forward. "Buttercup, you're going to listen to me. If you really hated me then why are we here right now? And don't give me that convenient shit because you know that's not true." His eyes narrowed and he took her chin in his hand. "You could've easily turned me down. You could've easily stopped this. I'm not forcing you to sleep with me."
Buttercup shoved him away from her. "We're here because of that stupid deal we made!" She screamed.
Butch laughed mockingly. "But what about all the other times? What deal did we make for those times? And last time I checked I didn't force you to play though. You had the opportunity to call it off but then again, knowing you… you never back down from a bet. Do you, babe?"
Buttercup eyes glowed furiously. He had a point. "Get…out." She was about to kick Butch's ass.
"Even if we never made that deal, some way, somehow you would've found your way back to me. You always do." His smirk taunted her. She was going to hit him but something inside of her knew he was right.
Buttercup scoffed. "Cute. So you're going to leave out all the times you came knocking on my window in high school?" She said as she rolled her eyes. "Butch, if I didn't know any better I would think you liked me or something. You talk like you want me to come back. I don't know Ruff, you seem a little obsessed." She leered. The smug smile she wore made Butch's eye twitch.
The veins in Butch's temples pulsed. "Not to burst your little bubble Puff, but you're not the only girl I'm fucking at the moment so don't flatter yourself." His voice softened a little. "But I do have to say banging a Puff sure does have its perks."
Something sharp went through Buttercup's chest. She chose to ignore the foreign emotion. I'm not jealous. I'm not jealous. I'm not jealous. I'm not – Perks?
"Wait.. what the fuck do you mean by perks?" She questioned eyeing him up and down/
Butch shrugged smugly. "Just know there's perks." He said dismissively. Butch stepped into his sneakers and started to the door. Buttercup just stared after him. She wanted to know what the hell he meant. Perks? There shouldn't be any perks to whatever they're doing. Just risks. They were enemies. If her sisters or if anyone found out, that would be her ass. Thinking about it made her cringe. That would be the worst day of her life.
"Butch, wait! You have ten seconds to explain yourself before I blast you through the damn wall!" Her hands glowed threateningly as she glared daggers at him. Butch didn't even bother turning all the way around to face her. He stopped but didn't completely face her.
With his hands in his pockets he gave her the most sinister smile. "Perks, as in if one day you just so happen to piss me off, I'm going to tell. Everyone. We're going to be spending a lot of time together soon, so I just thought I should warn you now."
"So you're blackmailing me?" Buttercup's rage engulfed the room. The audacity of the boy before her…
"I just been thinking. Like you said, this thing we have is just convenient for us. So why not take advantage of it? Why not use it for my benefit? At first I was just fucking you. Like, how I just did the others, just something to relieve stress, ya' know? But now it could come in handy." Arrogance oozed out of him. Every word he spoke struck a chord in Buttercup. Especially about her just being a stress reliever for him. Yea, she was the one that said it first but when he said it, it actually kind of hurt? She didn't know why though. That's what made her even angrier.
He was using her and surprisingly that hurt her to realize. Not because she liked him or anything…
Buttercup couldn't make sense of her feelings for Butch. She didn't like him. She knew that for a fact but she did enjoy the intimate nights they shared. He knew her body in and out. The way he held her when it got too cold at nights. The way his lips kissed at all of her bruises and battle wounds. How his teeth left bruises of his own. Just thinking about it all made her body tingle. But that would mean it would be all lust between them. You couldn't develop feelings from lust– could you?
Her mind felt like it was going eighty miles per hour. She couldn't like Butch. It wasn't allowed. It wasn't possible. She shook the thought away, pushing far back in her mind. She'll deal with those feelings later she decided. Right now, she'll deal with the situation in front of her. His voice ripped her out of her thoughts.
"Blackmail is such a nasty word Butters, let's not call it that." He was toying with her. He liked the panic dancing in her eyes. She can play hard all she wants. She can't hide anything from him. Buttercup, whether she realized it or not, was his. No one else's and she was going to learn that the hard way. That's the only way the hard headed girl learned anyways.
"What else would you call it? That's exactly what you're doing!" She basically screeched at him.
Butch rolled his eyes. "You act as if I'm telling you to run away with me or something." He said with disinterest.
"I would've never guessed you as a snitch." She snorted
"There's a lot of things you don't know about me, babe?" He replied with a grin.
"What do you want?" She asked with her arms crossed over her chest, eyeing him.
"You."
She blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Three times a charm.
"What?"
"I said you. What are you deaf?" He answered sourly.
She was too dumbfounded to yell at him. She just stood there and stared at him to make sure she heard him correctly.
"W–Wh–What do you mean? What you want with me?" She asked stupefied as he grabbed his phone out of his pocket. He thumbed through his messages paying her no mind. He was done here. He needed to get to his dorm to prepare for their meeting.
He didn't even bother to look at her as he answered her question. "Don't worry about all that right now. When I call, you answer. When I text you, if you're not dying, you better reply in less than five minutes. If I tell you to jump, your reply better be, how high or off of what?–"
She cut him off. Not believing a word he was saying. "You really expect me to follow all of that? So what if were–" The loud vibration from her phone cut her off. Butch gave her a look. She let out an exasperated sigh before going over to see who had texted her. It was an unknown number.
She curiously opened the messages. She doesn't give her number out a lot so an unknown number texting her was pretty rare. She wasn't ready for what she saw. Her jaw dropped. She had to lean against her night stand to keep from falling over. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This is fucking it, I am going to kill him.
In the messages were pictures of her and Butch taking part of–cough–explicit activities.
She shrieked as she threw her lamp that was on her night stand at him. He managed to duck the lamp but he wasn't prepared for her hands clamping down on around his throat. His back slammed against her door. The back of his head bounced off of it with a cringe worthy bang. Amazingly, it didn't break from the amount of force she applied. His head
"Delete them. Delete all of them. NOW!" She gritted her teeth as she spoke. Her nails dug deep into his skin, drawing blood. She looked ready to tear his head clean off. "Fucking delete them, Butch or I'll kill you!"
Butch's arms went to her wrists as she choked the life out of him. She was livid. She was strong. But he was stronger.
His hands nearly swallowed her tiny wrists as he squeezed. He felt the bones crack underneath his fingers and watched as her enraged face contort to pain but she refused to let go. Blood flowed down Butch's neck onto his shirt and onto the floor. The smell of it just fueled Buttercup even more.
They always ended things like this. Fighting.
He wasn't trying to hurt her. Not right now at least. How would things look if she showed up to the meeting with both of her wrists broken? The scratches on his neck would be healed by time noon came along, as well as the bruises on Buttercup's wrists. He could easily snap them in two in the position they were in but Brick would be heated. He could hear his brother now screaming his head off at him. He mentally groaned at this. He needed to get Buttercup off of him like, right now.
"Hey…Babe, not that I don't like this position. It's kinky. Don't get me wrong–" His deep voice sounded croaky as he struggled to get air into his lungs.
Butch released one of his hands from her now, purplish wrists and quickly grabbed her by her throat also. Unlike her, his grip was much stronger. She was caught off guard and her grip loosened. Butch took this time to quickly turn the tables on her and slam her too against a wall. The room shook from the impact. Butch made sure not to damage the wall but still used enough force to inflict pain upon the small girl under him.
He held her with one hand. Compared to her two, one hand was all he needed to have her gasping for air. His other hand he kept coolly in his pocket. His eyes glowed wickedly at her. She always managed to excite him. That's why he liked messing with her. He could feel his body start to twitch as she shook with rage under him. He loved when she was like this.
If he could, he would bathe in the anger seeping out of her. Butch was a recovering sadist. If It wasn't for his amount of training, therapy and brothers keeping him under control, Buttercup would be in deep shit.
Buttercup amazed him. Even with the lack of air she still managed to keep the rage in her eyes. He wasn't kidding when he said they were alike. They both had fighting spirits, a good fight excited them, fear was a hardly a non-factor between them, and pain only made them stronger. Butch was turned on. He wanted to devour her. The look she was giving him was making it harder for him to control himself.
His wounds were already healing. Butch used his free hand to wipe away the traces of blood from his throat. He cleaned his bloody hand with Buttercup's shirt. She growled at this.
"I'm not deleting the pictures. Theirs more where that came from too…" He stopped. He wanted to make sure she was listening to every word he said. "So either you play nice or I'll make your life a living hell, Toots." He winked.
If Buttercup could, she would've spat in his face. The lack of oxygen was starting to make her vision blurry. Butch noticed this and loosened his grip enough so she can take in some air. When he did, she inhaled deeply but Butch didn't release her yet.
"I hate you." Was her first words. She was panting softly. Sweat covered her brow. Butch chuckled lightly.
"You don't mean that." He paused, letting her get herself together. "I didn't want to hurt you. You forced my hand." He scolded her like a child. Buttercup sneered.
"Say's the asshole blackmailing me."
"I could've done much worse. Be grateful I can control myself better." He gave her a condescending smile.
"Oh boy. how lucky of me." She said, sarcasm on an all-time high.
"I didn't rip your hands off, did I?" He growled down at her. He was growing tired of her haughtiness. When he assumed she had calmed down he released her throat and cautiously backed away from her.
He disregarded her small form as if he wasn't just choking the life out of her just a minute ago. "I'm leaving but we'll talk more about this later." He made his way to the door and was halfway through the threshold when he remembered something.
"Oh, and Babe, the meeting is at one thirty. Please don't be late. Brick hates tardiness." He yelled out with a playful groan. You could hear his laugh from down the hall as Buttercup sent curses his way.
When she couldn't sense him anymore she let out a sigh of relief. She slid down the wall where she stood and thought about everything that had happened. She rubbed at her sore neck and bruises, wincing at the sight of her purplish wrists. If her wrists looked like that then she didn't want to imagine what her neck looked like. She groaned.
Hopefully Bubbles won't be back anytime soon. She thought. For now, though she'll take a hot bath to soak her wounds. They'll be gone before the meeting but a hot bath would relax her mind.
What's the worst that could happen? She thought bitterly.
City Hall 1:15pm
"Where is she?" Blossom paced back and forth outside of the Mayor's office. It was almost time for the meeting and Buttercup was nowhere to be found. What made it worse was that all of the RowdyRuff's were already there and accounted for. Brick's and her eyes met momentarily before she ripped her gaze away in irritation. They were on the opposite of the hallway where the girls were, talking amongst themselves.
"I just texted her again." Bubbles exclaimed.
"Blow her phone up." Blossom said sharply. Bubbles just rolled her eyes in response. Blossom's pacing was making herself anxious and just wished the girl relaxed a little. Buttercup will be here, the meeting doesn't even start yet! She thought. Her super powered hearing could pick up on the mayor's, Mojo's, and her fathers hushed voices from inside the office. Ms. Bellum asked they come earlier for a brief discussion. Her phone vibrated in her hand.
.^-^.
Buttercup: Almost there!
"Buttercup's almost here." She beamed. Blossom only grunted in response causing another eye roll from blue Puff. Twice in five minutes. That's a new record. Good news is, Blossom's pacing slowed. That's better than nothing at least.
The hallway was fairly quiet considering the tension in the room. Every now and then the teens eyes would meet briefly but no words were exchanged. Even when Buttercup finally showed up, the guys remained silent. Her and Butch sent each other vicious glares before going back to ignoring one another. The tension in the room doubled.
Blossom was steady strategizing how she was going to get out of working with those– ingrates. She couldn't understand on how Ms. Bellum thought it would be a good idea of them all working together. It was preposterous! Her, working with Brick? Of all people? It was hard enough breathing the same air as him, let alone going to school with him. Now, working together? How Absurd! Ms. Bellum, must've drunk one too many. Blossom couldn't do it. She refuses. Ms. Bellum, will understand. Hopefully.
Bubbles shook her head at her eldest sister. The lines in her forehead scrunched in worry. If Blossom didn't calm down a little, then she'll sure have wrinkles by time she's twenty-five. Bubbles sighed. She just wanted the meeting to be over with. She wasn't dreading the idea of working with the Ruff's as much as her sisters was. Yeah, she didn't like them, but at least they weren't on opposite teams this time around. Fighting them was exhausting and Bubbles wasn't blind to the fact that they became stronger over the years. If they were to go up against them now, she somewhat doubted that the PowerPuff Girls would be victorious like usual.
Bubbles eyed the three boys. Something in her told her that they knew she watching. Her intuition was never wrong. Her eyes solely fell on the blue clad boy. Boomer had on a simple navy blue t-shirt with black sweats. He wasn't dressed like he was going to an important meeting. He had on slides for goodness sake. He looked like he just woken up but knowing Boomer, that wasn't the case. He never cared much for appearances. Staring at him, Bubbles couldn't figure out why she was so attracted to him. Yes, he was insanely attractive. He had that boy next door appeal to him that made Bubbles drool. Okay, ew.
But other than looks Boomer, was in her standards, a jackass. He always teased her or made fun of her high school. In everyone else's mind though, he was a quote on quote, sweetheart. Just thinking about all the times he played cruel pranks on her made her want to shoot her eye beams at his head. Then Bubbles thought about all of the people he helped in school, all of the countless favors, community service, good deeds, and she couldn't forget how he helped out at the city zoo when they had that gigantic flood! She was there too, that was one of the only times Boomer didn't mess with her. He was actually pretty nice to her actually. She'll never forget the time when–
Ms. Bellum's office doors suddenly opened. She stepped out casually, not surprised to see the six teens standing eagerly outside her door.
"You guys know you could've waited in the waiting room until it was time." She greeted.
"We thought this was best to save you the time from fetching us." Brick finally spoke, taking Ms. Bellum's small hand. He graciously shook it with a smile before passing the tall woman into the room. Everyone else collectively rolled their eyes before entering the room as well. They all payed their respect to Ms. Bellum as they settled into the room next to their fathers.
"My, you all are getting so big! It still feels like you guys graduated yesterday." Ms. Bellum's smile lit the room as she spoke making them sheepishly smile back at her.
"Yes, my boys and the professor's girls do seem to be getting rather big." Mojo spoke evenly. Old age made him tire from his never ending rambling. Now he spoke somewhat normal.
John nodded in response as he smiled at his daughters. He gave them each a hug before they all sat. Bubbles beamed with joy as she jumped into her father's arms. She missed him the most since being away from home. Even though her flying there only took about ten minutes, she still felt homesick at times. She missed her room, her own bed, and her dad. She couldn't wait to come home for the nearing summer.
Butch and Boomer gawked at the sight which made Buttercup shoot them a glare. Fucking childish. She thought bitterly. If Ms. Bellum and her dad wasn't there she would flick them both the fuck off. Her patience was very thin this evening after this morning and the littlest thing could set her off. If the boys weren't careful, Buttercup would end up shooting them out the mayor's windows.
Blossom ignored the boy's childish antics as she sat beside her father at the round table in the center of the room. She wasn't going to let the boys distract her from her goal here. She glanced at Brick across the table as he sat at Mojo's side. His face was void of any emotions as he adjusted his hat. Their eyes met and smiled smugly at her before turning away. Blossom grimaced. I can't work with him.
When everyone finally took their seats around the table Ms. Bellum cleared her throat.
"Good evening everyone. I'm glad you can make it." Ms. Bellum spoke made eye contact with everyone in the room quickly. She took in everyone's appearances and facial expressions so she but she'll try to keep everyone calm. Key word, try.
"So, I'm pretty sure everyone knows why we're here by now so I'm not going to bother with introductions." She paused for suspense. "I want you all to work together, I think it would be good for the city and plus take most of the slack off each team. I know school has been stressful." She eyed the girls. "So I thought this would be a good idea to help with that and also to get the town off your back."
Blossom was the first to speak. "Ms. Bellum, as helpful as that sounds. We, the PowerPuff Girls, will have to decline." All eyes went to her but Blossom's eyes never wavered away from Ms. Bellum's.
Ms. Bellum smiled simply. She knew this would be her answer. "Okay, Blossom. Could I at least get a reason why?"
"No disrespect Ms. Bellum, but you couldn't possibly think that us working with them–" Blossom pointed in disgust at the trio of boys. "–Would be a good idea. We never got along and I doubt that we would start."
"I second that. We'll be fighting more with each other than crime." Buttercup added.
"For once, I actually agree with them." Brick's deep voice was heard. Blossom smiled triumphantly. Good, he finally said something smart. "But…"
"But?" Blossom and Buttercup said together.
Brick smirked. "But, I also agree with you Mayor. It would help lessen the burden. Things would go more smoothly. We would get more work done at school and the press would finally leave the girls alone. I think it would be an excellent idea actually. What do you think boys?" He turned to his brothers. Their grins were all the answers he needed. "Dad?" His red eyes sauntered to Mojo's. Mojo simply nodded.
Buttercup's mouth was slightly ajar. Blossom swallowed hard. On the outside she looked fine but on the inside she was boiling.
"Can I ask what would you get out of working with us? You seem pretty eager to work with some girl's you guys hate so much." Bubbles small voice reached their ears. She's been quiet since the meeting started. Brick's sharp eyes caught her blue ones.
"Like I said, less work. We'll get the job done more efficiently together. It's a win-win." His blood red eyes melted her ice blue ones. Bubbles fell back in silence as Butch spoke up.
"Besides, weren't you the say saying how school was stressing you guys out. What's so wrong with this idea?" Butch snorted.
Bubbles bit her lip. "I did say that…" she murmured. Butch loved to make Bubbles squirm.
"Then what's the problem?" His arms rested behind his head while he leaned back in his chair. Buttercup wanted to smack the smug grin off his face. To hell with them!
Mojo cleared his throat. "I for one also think it's a good idea. Ms. Bellum and the professor and I were talking before you had come going over some of the pro's and cons of the agreement. We each came to an agreement that it would be good for you six to become a team."
"WHAT?!" Buttercup screamed. Her eyes glared at her father. Blossom narrowed her eyes at her sister's outburst. She was just as pissed as Buttercup but they needed to be professional about this.
The Professor ignored his middle child's glare and crossed his leg. "Yes, we did. We thought it out and came to the conclusion that it would be a breakthrough for all of you. Maybe you six can start to get along."
"But Professor…" Blossom started.
"Blossom, don't you think it's pretty trivial of you three to not want to work with the boys because of the past?" He stared intently at his eldest. She sat flabbergasted.
"It is pretty trivial, Blossom. The boys, as you can see are no longer evil. They actually want to help now. It's the least they can do for all of the destruction that they caused in the past." Ms. Bellum reasoned.
Buttercup fumed in her seat. To hell with everyone in the room. So they're supposed to forgive and play nicely with those dickheads just because they helped stopped a few monsters? Fuck that! Even with them saving the day that doesn't change the fact that they're still jerks and pain in the asses. Buttercup wasn't going to stand for this. She couldn't.
"I don't care if they're not evil anymore. I'm not fucking working with them!" Buttercups hands slammed on the table as she stood. Her eyes glowed fiercely at the boys who just stared back her defensively in case she attacked. The tension is room was rising.
"Buttercup…" Bubbles spoke shyly.
"No Bubbles! I don't fucking care! They may have got the whole fucking city wrapped around their fingers but that doesn't mean we have to be!" Buttercup spat.
"Buttercup!" Blossom hissed. Her usual light pink eyes were now magenta. Buttercup was about to blow this for them.
"Blossom, shutup. You know I'm right." She snarled back.
"No, you're making a fool out of yourself!" Blossom's nails dug into her armrests.
"Well I don't see you fucking saying anything miss leader girl!" They began going back forth with one another, only increasing the tension in the room. The boys and Mojo were amused by their bickering as they went on whilst Ms. Bellum, The Professor, and Bubbles heads pounded as their headaches grew. John was just about through. Now was not the time.
"Blossom and Buttercup, that's ENOUGH!" The Professor's voice boomed with authority nearly startling everyone in the room. He never raised his voice a lot but when he did, it was serious. He adjusted his tie around his neck before he spoke. "Now, sit Buttercup and don't say another word."
Buttercup did as she was told and shrunk back in her chair with an attitude. She mumbled curses to herself while she folded her arms against her chest. An awkward silence took over the room.
Cough. Cough.
"Well then…where were we?" Ms. Bellum asked frazzled a bit.
"This is exactly why I think they should team up. Those type of arguments are going to keep consistently happening if they don't. At least if they work together they can learn to be cordial with one another." Mojo fussed. Ms. Bellum nodded.
"That is true."
"That isn't true." Bubbles growled.
Boomer rolled his eyes. "Then explain that Bubbles. Is that from all of the stress they've been having? If so, wouldn't it be best we teamed up?" He pointed at Blossom and Buttercup.
Bubbles clenched her fists in her lap. "Boomer, don't start with me right now."
"It's the truth and you know it. If you guys can't handle the pressure, then let us help."
"We don't want your help!" Bubbles spat.
Brick scoffed. "It's not about what you guys want right now. It's about the good of the city. If we worked together, think about all of the lives we could save, all of the lives that could be spared, all of the times we missed saving a person because we were too late or too busy fighting. You guys are acting like selfish little brats."
The girls had to hold their tongues. The things they wanted to say wouldn't be appropriate right now and may lead to the building being destroyed.
Butch jumped in. "You're putting your needs over the safety of the city and you call yourselves heroes? Ha! That's hilarious. You think we want to work with your asses? We don't. But if it would make things much easier and better then to hell with it, why not? You guys should be fucking ecstatic that were playing nice now but instead your acting like brats."
They gritted their teeth.
Ms. Bellum, Mojo, and John shared a look and nodded.
What the fuck? Buttercup thought.
"I hate to say it girls, but Brick is right." Ms. Bellum sighed.
"I wouldn't use those exact words…but I agree." The Professor nodded again.
"No, no. I think he worded it perfectly." Mojo snickered with his sons.
Ms. Bellum sent them a look of disproval which silenced them quickly.
The girls were shook. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. Once again the RowdyRuff Boy's managed to swoon everyone around them. Even their father! The betrayal they felt stung but they brushed it off for now.
Buttercup wanted to flip the whole fucking table and fly out the room. She was done here. She already knew what was going to happen. They were going to start working with the god forsaken Ruff's, no if's, but's, or and's about it. Then she thought about how she was going to be working with Butch and she wanted to scream. She couldn't possibly act all buddy-buddy with him knowing he has those pictures. Then he's blackmailing her on top of that. If she didn't end up dead in battle, then she would definitely end up killing him herself. Fuck my life. She thought bitterly.
Bubbles wanted to cry. She was really dreading working with Boomer. At first she didn't think it would be that bad but then all of the cruel pranks and all the names he called her in high school came to her head. She couldn't do it. Boomer is going to make her life a living hell all over again. If I let him… Bubbles glared at the boy across from her. They weren't in high school anymore. If Boomer even thinks about causing her the slightest bit of harm, then she was going to kick his ass up and down Townsville. Boomer was going to meet hardcore Bubbles.
Blossom was livid. No, livid didn't exactly describe how she felt at the moment. She boiling. She had to use her ice powers to cool herself down or else she would snap. First of all, Brick just insulted them and her father and Ms. Bellum just went along and agreed with him. They should've been on her side. They should understand why they didn't want to work with them. Does their consent mean anything to them? Blossom stared at her father incredulously. What happened to all those encouraging words he said yesterday? Gone. She was furious. She was heated. She wanted to scream. She wanted to zap Brick's cocky smile off his face.
"Fine!" Blossom spat. A deep grimace took over her pretty face. Everyone turned to stare at her.
"Blossom, what exactly are you saying?" Buttercup asked. She hoped Blossom wasn't saying what she thought she was.
"Blossom, honey what do you mean?" Ms. Bellum asked curiously.
The boys and Mojo waited smugly for her answer.
"We'll work with them." She sighed in defeat.
Their smug smiles turned into full blown smirks. Sons of bitches. All of them!
The Professor looked at her surprised. "Are you serious Blossom?"
"Yes, I am." Blossom sneered.
"You are?" Bubbles choked.
"Oh god, strike me now." Buttercup cried to the ceiling.
Blossom rolled her eyes at her drama queen of a sister.
Brick clapped slowly. "You've made a good choice Blossom. I look forward to having your intellect on the team."
Blossom scoffed. "Not so fast. I'm not done. If we're going to be working alongside each other then let me tell you our terms."
Bricks eyes narrowed.
"What? You didn't think things were going to be that easy huh, Bricky?" Blossom leered. Blossom straightened her posture and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before intertwining her fingers on top of the table. "Now, let's get to business."
Brick leaned back in his seat, with a hand stroking his chin. The reds had the floor and all eyes were on them.
"You are not to yell or scold my sisters in anyway or form. I see how you reprimand your brothers sometimes Brick, and I don't like it." Her eyes narrowed into slits. "You do it, I'll break every one of your limbs."
"Can I help?" Buttercup jumped in.
The reds scowled at her.
Buttercup shrunk again in her sleep. "Never mind then…"
Brick's gaze focused back on Blossom. "Fine. I'll give you that but as long as you do the same."
"You have my word." She cooed.
"In school, do not talk to us unless it's about work or if it's important."
"Fine." Brick rolled his eyes.
"Don't think you can boss us around or drown us with your male dominance just because your boys." She spat.
"I always took you as the feminist type Blossom." Brick laughed.
"Well you were always such a sexist, misogynistic pig, Brick."
Brick glared at her whilst Blossom smiled sweetly.
"Anything else Princess Blossom?" Sarcasm dripping from his tone.
"I remain as leader." She said seriously.
Everyone in the room looked as if they choked on their drinks.
"Your fucking kidding." Butch gritted.
Blossom flipped her long red locks. "Nope. I'm not. I'm deadly serious."
"No, they refuse." Mojo said sternly.
"Mojo, who was talking to you again?" Buttercup pointed.
"Buttercup, be nice to our new teammates." Blossom and Bubbles giggled.
"Mojo, is right. No deal." Butch growled from across the table.
"Well, that's our offer. Take it or leave it." Bubbles hissed.
"Watch it Bubbles." Boomer snarled at her.
"You guys!" Ms. Bellum called rising from her seat. She needed order back in her office.
"Sorry Ms. Bellum, but those are our terms if we are going to be working together. We didn't want to do this in the first place." Blossom exclaimed.
Ms. Bellum shook her head. She knew it was going to be like this, she shouldn't even be surprised.
"It's fair. Plus, Townsville is more familiar with Blossom leadership skills, it would be a good look." The Professor vouched. Blossom blinked in surprise that the man was now on their side all of a sudden. He'll still be hearing from her later though.
"Professor, you honestly think my brothers are going to listen to Blossom's bossy ass?" Brick asked with disdain. He wasn't going to allow Blossom to take over his spot. He was the leader of The RowdyRuff Boy's, the only leader.
Ms. Bellum butt in. "No, but they're going to have to because you're all a team now. If you don't like one's leadership skill's then you all will have to discuss it amongst yourselves."
The Professor smirked. "Besides Brick, weren't you the ones saying how the girls were being selfish brats because they didn't want to team up? It seems the tables had turned now."
Buttercup snickered to herself as she watched Brick's face become red with anger.
"Yeah, Brick, don't be a hypocrite." Buttercup mocked.
Brick scowled scornfully at her. Butch rested a hand on his seething brother shoulder.
"We'll listen. As long as Brick can co lead at times. I don't want Bossy Blossy taking over full time." The thought cooled Brick's rising temperature. He could work with that.
Blossom thought it over. Brick and her co leading? Could they work like that? She started at Brick. Brick wasn't the dumb little boy he used to be, she'll give him that. He can be of some use. She wouldn't mind putting their heads together to think of new battle strategies and plans. Two heads are better than one, they say. Only thing is, Blossom was just too stubborn to give up her title of leader entirely. As long as she was top dog then she would be fine.
"Alright, Brick, you can co lead. As long as you keep in mind that I'm in charge." Blossom stated arrogantly.
The Professor and her sisters were shocked that Blossom was willing to work with Brick but the trusted Blossom's reasoning so they wouldn't second guess her decision. Blossom was still first in charge so either way they were on top.
Brick huffed out a cloud of smoke.
"Compromise Brick, compromise." He heard Ms. Bellum whisper.
Brick exhaled loudly. "Fine. I can accept being second in command. It's a deal."
Boomer glared at Brick, not accepting that his eldest brother just gave up so easily. He couldn't stand Blossom's arrogance and wished someone would knock her smug ass down a couple of notches.
"Are you finished so we can leave now, please." Brick asked through his teeth.
Blossom grinned smugly. "Yes, I think we're just about done here. If we think of anything else, we'll shoot you three a text." With that said Blossom slid her IPhone across the table to Brick. "Give me your numbers. I'm going to need some way to reach you. I'll share them with my sister's later."
The Ruff's reluctantly entered their numbers before tossing her phone back to her. She sent each a short text and smiled pleased with herself that she got her way somewhat through all of this.
Ms. Bellum clapped twice to gain everyone's attention. "Well I think that's about it. This went rather…well. I'll be contacting the press tomorrow to tell them the good news. I'm pretty positive Townsville is going to be stoked once they hear!" Ms. Bellum said with glee.
"Hip, hip, hooray!" Buttercup yelled dryly, still slumped in her chair.
Blossom giggled lightly to herself. Maybe working with them won't be as bad she thought it would. She stood from her chair and flipped her hair.
"Well, fellas, I look forward to working with you three in the future. I just cannot wait!"
"Professor we're still upset with you." Blossom said with her arms crossed.
"Yeah, what happened back there? You totally black balled us." Buttercup grimaced at her father.
"You made us look bad, daddy." Bubbles pouted.
The Professor sighed. He knew they were going to bring it up. He wished they forgot about it though. They were currently walking brisk fully down the busy street of Townsville to get to the parking garage where The Professor's car was. They could've easily flown him there but the girls wanted to use the time to see where their dad's head was that.
"Girls, I did not do that to spite you." He spoke calmly bypassing the passing people.
"Then was that in the office?" Buttercup rolled her eyes.
"That was me, being a man and agreeing with Brick. Just because you are my daughters doesn't mean I have to agree with all of your actions." He didn't like Buttercup's tone but he understood why she was upset.
"We get that but still. It was embarrassing!" Bubbles whined. She grabbed onto The Professors arm so she wouldn't get lost between them.
"It may have been but Brick did have a point sweetie. I don't agree with his choice of words but you three did come off quite selfish and brattish." He pointed out.
Blossom pouted stubbornly. "Dad, you of all people know why we don't want to work with them. You see what they had said to us Thursday? The purposely embarrassed us in front the whole Townsville– excuse me."
Buttercup dodged another pedestrian. "Yeah, dad! They were rude too in there. They're lucky I didn't–"
"Buttercup, if I remember correctly, you were five seconds from attacking them if Blossom and me didn't distract you." The Professor said with a cocked eyebrow. He heard Buttercup suck her teeth.
"Should've let me. Would've served them right." Buttercup snarled under her breath.
Bubbles giggled at his side. He smiled down at her.
"Girl's, forgive me if I made you feel any type of way. I just want you all to understand the wronging's of your actions too. It's what us fathers are supposed to do." The Professor's words reached all of the girls and they sighed collectively. You just couldn't stay mad at your dad.
"It's okay." The three teens said simultaneously. The Professor grinned widely and wrapped both of his long arms around the girl's shoulders. It made walking awkward but they welcomed the gesture as they continued to the garage. Out of all the construction and repairs the city does, parking was still terrible in Townsville.
When they finally made it to the parking garage they bid their farewells and watched The Professor pull out and leave. When his car was out of sight, the girls took off into the air. The spring breeze made their flight a chilly one but good thing it wouldn't be a long flight for them.
"You think they'll actually listen to you, Bloss?" Buttercup questioned.
"They have no choice." Blossom answered knowingly. If they don't then the deal is off.
Bubbles smiled timidly as she flew. She was a little less worried since Blossom was remaining as the leader. Blossom wouldn't let anything happen to her. Bubbles was pleased with the circumstances. Boomer would be forced to act right or at least try. For now though, they will have to wait and see how everything is going to play out for now. Bubbles was looking forward to it.
The RowdyRuff Boys on the other hand weren't so happy with the way things turned out. In fact, they were heated.
"Way to go bro, now were stuck following that bossy bitch Blossom's orders." Butch grumbled before taking a swig of the beer in front of them.
Boomer held his head in frustration. "Fuck, Butch, do you have to keep reminding us?"
"Yes, Butch, do you? You've been complaining ever sense we left city hall." Brick stated taking a sip of his drink. Butch constant complaining was starting to give him a migraine.
They were in a hole in the wall bar off in the bad side of Townsville where most criminals resided. Even though they were no longer criminals themselves, they liked to get away from the busy streets of the city and all they fan's they had. They didn't care that many of the people that frequented the bar now had a problem with the boys. It wasn't like anyone was bold or strong enough to step to them. A couple had tried but only ended up getting beat nearly to death by the trio. After that, everyone else learned just to leave the boys alone.
"Shut the fuck up!" Butch roared causing people to stare. "This fucks up everything. Now Blossom, is going to be even more up our asses. I knew it was dumbass idea for us to team up."
Brick eyes narrowed on his brother. The glass in hand was beginning to crack under all the pressure. "Butch, shut the fuck. I know what we're doing. Things are just going to have to be adjusted a little. Things will go as accordingly, just relax and stop drawing fucking attention to yourself." Brick gritted viciously.
Butch glared at his brother and scoffed. He didn't say anything more but he still didn't like the way things we're. Blossom was going to be a pain in the ass and if she wasn't careful then she would find herself scattered in pieces around Townsville. The thought made him smile wickedly to himself.
Boomer could see Butch's cruel intentions in Butch's wild eyes. It didn't bother him much. He knew Butch was bat shit crazy sometimes. Butch just needed a little self-control and to be knocked upside his head a couple of times. Then he'll be as good as new.
Boomer thought back to before the meeting. He couldn't help but to pick up on the girl's thoughts, especially Bubbles. He smirked to himself. Boomer used to find it strange that a girl like Bubbles, would find him attractive. They used to be enemies. Why would she like him? He made her time in school miserable. So her finding him attractive and having a crush on him made Boomer think that the girl was mental.
Besides his appearance, Brick was mentally exhausted. He was busy thinking about how he had become a co leader. He knew he didn't have no choice in the matter but his pride and ego was killing him. Fifteen long years as leader of The RowdyRuff Boy's has now come to an end in a blink of an eye. What makes it worse, his longest enemy is now in control of him and his brothers. The rage in him was boiling but he would keep it cool for now. She will only be in control temporarily anyways. He thought taking another sip of his scotch.
Gore Warning Ahead.
10:05pm
Night fell upon Townsville and the cool spring air took over. The streets were still busy as usual as people bustled down the streets wrapped in warm jackets to fight the chill. Everyone was either going out, going into work, and or leaving work. For example, like, the young bartender Naomi Rose. She was a bartender for a popular club called Sin City. Working at the club wasn't much but it did help her pay bills and keep extra cash on her from all the great tips she received from all the horny men and a few women. Naomi was a busty girl and had the looks of a model. A lot of people complimented and told her she resembled Megan Fox. She didn't see the resemblance though but she was grateful for the compliments.
Today was like any normal day for Naomi, another long night at the club. Her heels clicked against the side walk as she sped up her walk. She had to be at work by ten thirty and her manager, Sedusa would have her head if she was late again.
Getting to sin city was no walk in the park, literally. It was deep in the less cheerful part of Townsville. If she had the time she would be taking the safest route to the club but sense time was not on her side today, she was forced to take the shortcut. A shortcut through grimy alley ways and back roads where the more sinister people liked to hang out. Naomi clenched at the mace and pocket knife in her pocket as if her life depended on it, which it did. She didn't want to use them but she wouldn't hesitate to use them if she had to.
She took a turn into another dark alley and quickened her pace even more. Almost there. She just wanted to make it into work in time. She needed her job ad couldn't afford to lose it. Naomi was too busy thinking about getting to work that she didn't notice the dark fog that was starting to form around her.
Just one more turn and I'm there. She thought happily. Still not realizing the danger around her. Only when she couldn't see in front of her anymore, she stopped. The news didn't say anything about fog for the night. It was supposed to be chilly with clear skies. In the back of her mind something was telling her that something was off. She shook off the feeling. Weather changes all the time. Maybe the forecast was wrong. She thought. Naomi chose to go with that logic and continued on.
Click. Clack.
Click. Clack.
Click. Clack.
Naomi froze at the sound of steps behind her. Her hand with the mace and pocket knife began to shake. She exhaled sharply and started back walking. The alley seemed longer than usual to her or maybe it was just the fear. She heard snickering behind her.
Click. Clack.
Click. Clack.
Click. Clack.
Click. Clack.
Their pace quickened. It sounded like the person wasn't that far back from Naomi and that greatened her fear. She thought about running but she didn't want to alert the person behind her that she was scared. Naomi walked faster.
Click. Clack.
Click. Clack.
Click. Clack.
Click. Clack
Click. Clack.
The person followed behind her even faster. Their steps nearing every time she walked. When does this damn alley end? She was starting to panic. The laughter behind her grew and her nerves were everywhere at this point. She swallowed hard. Whoever the creep was behind her was enjoying toying with her and that made her a little mad. She flipped out her pocket knife as a warning.
She faced what was behind her. "Whoever's following me, leave me the hell alone! I don't have fucking time for this shit!" She yelled into the darkness.
Nothing. She heard nothing. She brought out her cell phone.
"I'm going to call the police if you keep following me! I suggest you just turn around and leave. If you don't, I'll stab you!" She warned. The hand with the pocket knife shook violently but she meant what she said. The scowl on her face was deadly but on the inside she was frightened.
Then she heard the laughter again. It was louder than before. Then the laughter turned into cackling. Whoever the person sounded deranged. The cackling bounced off the walls and sounded as if it came from all around her.
Naomi screamed. "I'm not fucking joking! I will fucking stab your ass if you–"
She was cut off by something passing through her stomach from behind her. Her blouse was soon stained by her blood. Her body hadn't had the chance to process the pain yet as she stared at the blade coming out of her stomach.
"You we're going to stab me!" The person hysterically laughed from behind her. "And look– look! Now I stabbed you! I stabbed youuuu!" The psycho yelled into the night air.
He twisted the blade in her stomach, twisting and slicing her intestines and organs like, they were spaghetti noodles. Naomi gurgled the blood in her mouth as it fell out. The pain was unbearable. The stalker pulled the blade slowly, blood poured out from her like a faucet. She shook rapidly as she went into shock. The stalker had to hold her by her waist to keep her from falling on her face.
When they were done he went to slice her throat from ear to ear. The cut was deep too. When the blade came in contact with the bone in her neck, the stalker yanked the blade across her neck, separating her head from her body. Blood sprayed out from the stub where her head used to be. Her blood painted the alley's walls as it danced around them.
The stalker demented cackle echoed through the alley as he dropped Naomi's mutilated body onto the ground. Blood painted the stalkers hands and face.
"Mmm…" The stalked moaned in ecstasy as they rubbed Naomi's blood into their skin. They licked at their hands, loving the taste of iron and the sweetness of the young girl's blood. They savored the taste.
Naomi's blood was by far the best they had tasted this week. The stalker couldn't wait to add the girl to their collection. When the feeling of euphoria was gone. The stalker's laughter spread through the night like a virus. The fog began to fade around them and when it was completely gone, the stalker, Naomi's remains and blood had disappeared with it.
Naomi, needed only to walk five more feet before she could've exited the alley way and reached the club.
AN:
Yayyy! 10k words! I'm so happy! I have 11 reviews now and 7 favorites and follows each! Thank you guys! I'm kind of late on updating this but I've been busy trying to have fun before summer ended and I stared school but I think the wait was worth it. I think it's time for me to change the rating already but I don't know…should I?
Oh, yes! This is going to be a slightly gory fic. Just warning you guys now. It's still a romance though. I'm going to leave warnings before the gore parts but other than that, this should be a real fun fanfiction.
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