Chapter 6

Brick flew to his new home, coincidentally several blocks from the Utonium household. He slammed the door as he entered the three-story home that now belonged to his family.

Boomer met him at the stairs. "So where'd you go- hey!"

Brick shoved his brother out of his way. He really wasn't in the mood. Butch was in the hall, with their pet cats: Spitfire (Brick's), Octave (Boomer's) and Thunder (Butch's). Fire, who had been ignoring Butch's catcalls, instantly perked as his owner stomped into view.

He meowed and sprung up, eager to follow Brick to their new living quarters. Brick didn't spare Fire much of a glance, but the cat didn't seem to mind his surly mood. Brick took the biggest room. It was his right as undisputed leader of the trio. He noted his things, packed into boxes, were already in it.

Heaving a frustrated sigh, he decided to pack out his things. Mustering up enough energy, he started setting up his room.

Spitfire sat in the doorway of his owner's room. He watched as Brick zipped left and right. Then, he let out a kitty-cat sigh and started to groom his fiery red fur.

He caught sight of himself in the mirror and would have purred at how much better he looked now than he had twenty days ago, on the streets of London.

London. He hissed at the name of the city. Remembering his former master, a girl who had kicked him out of his home when he hadn't served his purpose, caused his fur to stand on end.

"Hey, Spitfire," Brick called. He looked up at the auburn haired teen that was his master now. "Pick a freaking spot for your bed already, freeloader."

Fire calmed. His master was calmer now. What had even riled him up in the first place? Did it have something to do with the nasty black eye he was sporting? Fire dragged his cat bed over by the king-sized bed that took up his corner.

"Really? Better not meow in your sleep." Brick muttered. Fire sauntered out of the room. His owner may have calmed down, but he was still steaming with anger. It just didn't show. Fire knew. And he would solve the problem; with a little detective work.

Brick watched his cat walk out the front door. Probably to make new subordinates in his new surroundings, he thought. The frisky German Rex was ruthless that way. He went back to his bigger problem

Brick sat back on his bed. "She punched me…" And in the face, no less. His sugar fairy had nailed him hard. Did she work out now? He could have sworn he saw stars when her fist collided with his eye. He'd heal but damn if the girl hadn't shocked him out of his boxer-briefs.

He growled low in his throat. What the hell was he doing? Screwing his head over a girl? Even if she was a Puff, with long auburn hair and pale rose eyes… He cursed viciously. "She'll come around." Brick grinned. "After all, I am the hottest guy in the city. Who else is she going to pick over me?"

Blossom flew around the Townsville Country Club's Pavilion. She darted left and right, checking the preparations alongside Rio.

"So the cake is finalized, the orchestra is booked, the flowers are in the process of being arranged, and the ice sculpture is in the subzero freezer…" she checked off.

"The DJ has been booked, the salon is booked, and the dinners are…"

"Finalized. So we are done!" Blossom exclaimed half-heartedly. She smiled at Rio. He smiled back.

Rio was as gorgeous as they came in Townsville. His auburn hair was now sheared to only two-inches, styled in spikes. His green eyes were dreamy perfection, and they only highlighted how hot he was.

Sadly, Blossom wasn't interested. Sure he was smart, caring, funny, reliable, dependable, and really, just perfection guaranteed. But he didn't set her heart racing. He couldn't rile her up, and make her forget herself.

Only one guy did that, and he was a jerk—to the max. And it was better she didn't find herself attracted to him. After all they would be family come next week.

"Cool, then maybe we should head home. We do have that diagnostics test with the professors tomorrow…Where they check our power levels… Gonna be a long day." Rio chuckled. Even his voice was dreamy. But, again, Blossom wasn't interested, in the least.

They flew home, chatting about their AP Statistics class, the volleyball team's upcoming trip to the beach and Ion's upcoming return.

"You think Dr. Mushimo fixed that power problem?" she conversed.

"Hope so; Ion's really excited about the sports fair. It'd be a shame if he couldn't participate." Rio murmured. He dipped into his pocket to check his cell phone. "It's six-forty-nine; we have an hour to set up his welcome back party."

Blossom grinned. "Motor oil cake?"

Rio nodded. "Motor oil cake."

Isis prowled around the confines of her cell. She slashed violently at the metal door, leaving another set of deep gashes in the titanium door. Hissing, she retreated to the corner.

Moments later the door opened and an orange haired teen stood in the doorway. The freckled, rude girl smirked. "Ready to bow to your Princess?"

AnimeKitty: A lot of you may not get Spitfire's significane, or Isis', given she belongs to Princess, but look out for the next chapter, also… Blossom DOES work out. Go gym!