Yay! I got over 1000 hits know! Although that might seem like a small minimum to most of you writers, but I'm still kind of new, so whatever. Sorry this took longer than usual for me to write, but I've been slacking off a lot. And now, it's the moment you've all (or at least most) been waiting for, the fight between the greens (confetti falls from nowhere)! But I've never really wrote a fighting scene before so I'm sorry if it's not as gut bursting and brutal as you'd expect. By the way, I might, that's a might, start giving private thanks to save room. But then again, anonymous ones won't get them. Whatever, I'll think about it.

bubbles968- Of course. Anybody who reviews me deserves to be thanked. Thank you, but let me tell ya, the ending ain't coming too soon. Your story sounds pretty romantic to me so far that I've read. And I know this review is for my other story, Crusumcrush Girls, but I don't make thanks lists in that one, and I'm not going to continue it very soon, so I'll just say here. Thank you for your reassuring, but I still think it sucks. Not the story in general, I'm really fond of it, but the choice of words and the dialog is unsatisfying.

June-Avatar11- Thank u again, and that was also one of the most boring ones for me 2 write… Yeah, but she didn't even know that stuff was in there.

Koharu- I didn't either, but the penguins were the closes thing to non sissy, but still embarrassing. And duh, of course Buttercup likes tacos (actually, you don't know much about the PPG anyway, do you?) Even if I am still writing, I doubt you'll read it. I'd be surprised if you are even reading this, Miss. "Koharu". I'm just kidding, well, sortta. Thanks.

hawaian kiwi- Hiya, and thankies (ok, that sounded way to girly for me). About Mojo… you'll just have to wait and see. P.S. I know who you are… evil laugh

KaterinaBeloved- ACK! Curses on you! You've reveled my secret identity! I should spill on your name too, but because I'm a good person and respect my friend's privacy, I won't. Just kidding. I don't really mind that much. And thank you for R&R-ing.

sk8boardgrl- Oh my gosh, I'm the one who's touched here. Yeah, the staler thing did work out pretty well after all, and I have lots of new ideas about it, so it's even better then the fight in the lot. I hope you didn't get in too trouble with your pops. You really think I'm good at writing fights? I sure hope I am, because this chapter here is the special one.

Typical Teens

Chapter 7- The Fight is Here (finally)

"So, what's first period for you guys?" Buttercup asked. It was a Friday morning, and the girls were walking through the halls from homeroom. "Not that I give damn. I was just wondering if we had any classes together."
"Aw, you want to be with us? That's so sweet." Bubbles hugged her sister lovingly, but was--just as expected--shoved away.
"I was just curious, OK?"
"Well, I have chemistry," Bubbles said (a/n: I know her homeroom is chemistry, she just came out to talk to her sisters and friends before class started).
"I have math," Blossom said while looking at her list. "Shoot, Mr. Contrary is in that class. I oughtta give him a piece of my mind." She scowled to herself, obviously referring to Brick.
"Yes, I have gym. Dang, its swimming," Buttercup announced in excitement, then disappointment.
"Lucky! I just got the cutest swim suit at Seemiiz the other day!" Bubbles squealed.
"Swimming? Outside? But look at the sky, the weather report says there will be rain today," Blossom thought out loud, looking out the windows.
"I hate swimming," Buttercup growled in sullen.
"But you're always swimming at home," said Blossom, not understanding.
"Yeah, but that's for fun. In public I have to wear a bathing suit, and I hate it when people stare at me."
"Whatever. Whoa, jerk alert," Blossom said quickly, and sped up in walking pursuit a tiny bit. The Powerpuffs looked up. Butch was walking past them, starring right down at Buttercup with this glare on his face. Not the usual glare that said he wanted to beat her up that she could return. It was a cold, distant, hated look. One that could actually frighten Buttercup a bit, but only a bit. She tried to frown back at him, but not much feeling was put in it. A cold shiver went done her spine as he passed without a word.

"Did that scare you guys too?" Bubbles whispered when he turned the corner and out of sight.
"Yeah. Little creepy today, isn't he?" Blossom whispered back.
"Argh! I shouldn't have missed that stupid fight!" Buttercup, not so much whispered.
"Well, that was your fault. You should make up for it," Bubbles said.
"You can bet money I will!" Buttercup triumphantly through her fists in the air above her head.
"Oh no you won't. Not while I'm around," Blossom protested.
"News flash, sis. You can't fallow me everywhere I go."
"Yeah, Blossom. Why don't you just let her do it? She won't be as determined on this if you let her bleed it out," Bubbles surprisingly agreed.
"I can't believe you're taking her side on this! If you get in a fight, don't expect me to keep it a secret from the principle or the Professor."
"Fine. Do whatever you want, Miss. Goody-Two-Shoes. It's my life." Buttercup stormed down the hall, and down the stairs to her class.

Blossom sighed. "What am I going to do with her?"
"Blossom, I know you're just looking out for her, but she does have a point," Bubbles softly admitted.
"What point does she have? It's as if her life depends on breaking rules and getting punished for it!"
"Yes, but don't you think you should just let her land at least one meaningful punch? Ever sense all the villains left, and Townsville has gotten more peaceful, she's been acting very stir crazy. I think she thinks because the boys are the only childhood enemies left, she feels she has to fight them."
"You may be right. When they said they quit crime last summer, her temper had gotten even shorter then it even was before," Blossom noticed.
"You see? So I think if she could just blow off some steam she might be feeling a bit better. Alright?" Bubbles waited for her sister's answer patiently.
"Alright, alright. They have been getting on my nerves. And maybe that gives me an excuse to have a little fight when I need one." Bubbles smiled at her decision, and gave her adieu as she headed back to her homeroom for chemistry, and Blossom in the opposite direction for math.

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'Stupid Blossom,' Buttercup angrily thought to herself as she changed into her black one piece bathing suit in the girl's locker room. 'Trying to act like she's my mom. So she gets to fight whenever she wants, but I'm not allowed to? She thinks she can control our lives just because she's the leader of this stupid group that this stinking town doesn't even appreciate or need anymore?'

"Excuse me, do you have a hair elastic I can borrow?" A girl next to her asked.
"NO!" Buttercup unnecessarily shouted back. The girl frightenedly ran away. The toughest Powerpuff took a long inhale, and took out her elastic and tide it around her own hair before slamming her locker shut and heading outside with her light green towel over her left shoulder. The sun was just as blazing as the other day. Buttercup put her arm up to guard her eyes from the brightness.

During her temporary blindness, someone had seen, and took her off guard stance as an advantage. She could feel a pair of rough hands take her by the shoulders, and most violently shove her to the hard stone ground. She could have sworn there was a cracking noise at her spine when it hit, and her eyes go completely black for a mid second. Her neck and back was struck by a force of pain, but as quickly as it came, it went. She sat up and squinted her eyes at the tall figure standing above her. "Get up," the voice of Butch demanded strictly. Buttercup turned so her front was facing the gavel so she could use her hands to prop herself to her feet, but as she did, Butch's foot came down on her back, crushing her chest to the ground and scrapping her left cheek.

"If you want me to get up, get offa me!" she yelled up at him, struggling to sit up and keep breathing.
"You're nothing but a coward," he said coldly through his clenched teeth.
"What?! I'm no coward!"
"Au contraire. I waited in that fucking parking lot for hours, and did you show? Na, you'd rather go relax and have yourself a smoothie!"
"I forgot, you moron!"
"What kind of sorry excuse is that?"
"If I was afraid of you, which I sure as heck am not, do you think I'd come to school today?" There was about a two second pause before he answered.
"Shut up and fight!" he yelled. Buttercup reached her arms behind her back, grabbed his ankle, and flung him head first in the pool, making a huge explosion of water shoot in the sky, and fall like rain upon everybody in the yard. Buttercup got to her feet, cracked her back, wiped the soggy black hair from her face, and waited for her enemy to rise from the pool. It doesn't take long for a hand to slap on the concrete edge of the swimming hole, that brought a soaked and angry Butch up.

Now that she could see him, Buttercup saw he was wearing black baggy swim trunks, and noticed that his muscles were bigger then hers. In fact, she quickly looked down at her arms, and realized (from what she never seemed to notice before) that you could barley tell she even had any. How totally unfair! But that didn't mean he was stronger than her, did it? Oh, course not, but only one way to find out. "You want a fight? Come and get one," she yelled in her ready stance.

"Finally," Butch breathed before he flew in the air, and charged himself down, leaving a flaming green light behind him, right at his target.

...

"Watch out! Watch out! Not too much!"
"What? I don't even know what I'm doing! Uh oh, it's turning purple! Is that supposed to happen?"
"It doesn't say in the text book, but I… HOLLY CRAP!" There was a loud boom when the concoction in the chemistry room blew apart into a big cloud of smoke. The fire alarm sounded off, and sprinklers poured down.

"cough cough. Déjà-voo," Bubbles choked as she rubbed the soot from her safety goggles. Mrs. Watman opened the windows to get the smoke out, and picked up the phone to tell the principle the fire warning was a false alarm. "I'm sorry," Bubbles pleaded. "I guess mixing chemicals just isn't really my thing."
"That's okay dear. Happens all the time," Mrs. Watman assured. Boomer sighed as he brushed the ashes and water from his hair and off his shirt.
"You know that's the fifth time you exploded something in class today and it just started 7 minutes ago?" he exclaimed.
"I'm sorry. I really am," Bubbles said shamefully.
"Yeah, yeah, you're sorry. But the thing to say is that you'll try not to slip up every freaking second on the smallest things. What the heck is wrong with you?" Bubbles didn't answer, but lowered her head even more in ultimate self down.

Boomer noticed her depression, and immediately felt like the biggest jerk alive. "Uh, I've noticed you look different today," he mentioned to try changing the subject. Bubbles looked up.
"Different? Oh, you mean my hair? Yeah, you see, because of the thing with my pigtail at lunch yesterday, I had Blossom cut it for me. Looks pretty silly, huh?"
"No, I…" Boomer caught himself. He didn't want to be getting too soft with one of his enemies by saying her hair was cute. "Why does it matter how long your hair is anyway?" he changed his sentence to.
"Well, it does matter. To me, at least. Ever since I was little, I wanted my hair to be as beautiful and long as Blossom's, but that's not the only reason. I was planning on cutting my hair short eventually, because I wanted to donate it as a wig for bald children." Boomer starred at the generous girl before him.
'Well, that's a typical hero for you. But still…'

"Actually, it wasn't your hair that I noticed to be different in the first place," he said, now starting over the mixture for the sixth time. Now Bubbles looked confused. "What is it then?" she asked.
"I don't know. Something with your face." Bubbles put a hand to her cheek. Then she realized what he must have been talking about.
"I wasn't wearing my make-up yesterday. Is that it?" Boomer turned to examine her feature. "You looked prettier without it on," he said without thinking. His face flushed pink and he turned away, yelling at himself inside for saying such a thing. Bubbles was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.
"Do you mean that? That's a very kind thing to say. Thank you, Boomer."

Before the boy could defend his manly pride, he heard a crashing sound from below. "What was th…" Before Bubbles finished, for a split moment, she saw her sister Buttercup's bloody face right in front of hers. Then, her whole body whizzing through her table, and crashing a giant hole in the ceiling, and to all the class rooms above until she reached the roof. Bubbles and everybody else in the classrooms that had witnessed that were in dazzled confusion. Then, Butch came flying through the opening in the table, and past them to the ceiling fallowing her with his fists griped tight, and disappeared from sight.

"What the heck just happened?"

...

Buttercup wiped the blood from her mouth once she landed on the roof of the school. She peeked through the whole below her that she had just made with her head, only to get a short glimpse of a fist before it hit her in the eye. She stumbled back and clutched the bruised area around her socket. All the breath was pounded out of her lungs when she felt a kick directly in her bricks. Her body went flying into the fence held around the sides of the roof top from the forcible impact. "You're not even trying!" She heard Butch yell before a punch was at her scrapped cheek.
'I can't believe he's winning! No, this match has just started. I'm not a weakling.' The beat up girl snapped her one healthy eye open and rocketed herself at her opponent, whamming her full powered fist at his head.

...

"Why are you so complicated? You say you're good, but you don't even pay for a stupid drink!"
"It was water! Waters are always free."
"Well, you ordered three, so that's two refills, which coasts money. And you owe me a tip for having to deal with you!"
"I didn't even drink anything. And from the treatment I was given, you don't deserve any source of money from me."
"The reason you didn't drink anything is because you were so picky on your flipping ice, and you left behind my back! I demand money or I swear I'll sew you!" In math class, the teacher had suddenly had some gassing problems, and left the students to have some free time while he suffered in the men's room. Blossom had used this opportunity to confront Brick on the event at the bar the other day. They had been fighting about it for about ten minutes in counting.

"Fine. Maybe you can buy yourself a mussel." Brick through something small and cold at Blossom's forehead, were it bounced off and clattered on the tiled floor. She looked down to see what it was.
"A penny? 1 cent? You expect me to except this?" She frowned at him after she picked it up from the ground.
"There must be some brain smarter than yours that cheap that you can buy for yourself," he hissed. Blossom was about to flick the copper coin at him in frustration, but on her second thought, she slipped it into her pocket.
"You give me my appropriate amount right now!" she shouted, but not too loud so she wouldn't disturb the class.
"What are you going to do, mug me? You don't have the right to say how much a tip you want. I paid you, and that's that." The Powerpuff leader scowled at him, and spun on her heels so her long ponytail whacked him across the head with as much force as she could manage.
"I can't stand you!"

She was about to stomp away, but was stopped by a crashing noise from above. She looked up just in time to see a figure smashing through the ceiling and land hard right in front of her. She waved away the small dust clouds floating around from the destroyed ceiling material, to see a beaten up Butch lying in a pile of chipped wood and plaster, struggling to sit up. "Butch?" Brick got up from his desk and looked down at his brother. "What's going on? Why are you crashing through walls in your jams?" The redheaded boy tried to help him up, but was pushed away.
"Don't touch me. I busy," he choked out. He looked up at the hole in the ceiling above him. His eyes widened before another figure, Buttercup, came shooting like a torpedo down, feet first, stabbing his chest with her pointed toes like a dagger, sending them both through the floor into the room below.

All the kids swarmed around the hole to look down at the fight. "Buttercup! What are you…" Blossom called down to her sister before she was interrupted by a call back.
"Don't stop me now, sissy puss! I'm in the zone!"
"I wasn't going to tell you to stop." The swollen eyed girl pulled herself away from the pounding for a second to look up in confusion to her leader, who she expected to start making her speech on how she would get in trouble.
"What?" she asked as if she had heard her wrong.
"Beat the stuffing out of that punk! I have my camera phone ready." Buttercup was bewildered, but certainly made no objections. She was about to give her a smile, when a hard fist came in contact with her chin in an uppercut.

"Don't let your guard off to have a chat with your sister when fighting." Butch had finally got in a standing position, looking down at his female counterpart, who had fallen to her bottom from the punch. She quickly stood up and spit some blood out on the floor in a looey, gave her neck a speedy crack to the right, and rammed herself into Butch with her head, which caused the two to go shattering through the glass of a window, and into the field outdoors, where it was beginning to shower.

The whole school in the back half of the building rushed to the windows and holes in the walls to watch the fight.
"Blossom!" Tearing her pink eyes away from the show displayed below her, Blossom turned around at the sound of her name being called.
"Bubbles, what are you doing here?"
"I heard that this is where BC and jerkface landed," the Powerpuff answered as she flew over the large opening in the floor, and over by her sister's side to watch out the window. "What's happening?" she asked, watching the scene outside, where either Buttercup or Butch (you couldn't really tell because of the mud covering them both) had grabbed the other by the ankle and was swinging them in rapid circles in the air.

"They got in another fight," the redhead sighed. "But I told her to go on ahead with it." Bubbles smiled a bit, but it changed to a worried look when she looked back outside.
"I hope she wins. She's been feeling so underpowered lately." All the kids at their window gasped and screamed when the muddy face of Buttercup slapped hard against the glass, smudging it with fresh wet muck and scarlet blood. Blossom quickly opened it, letting in a gust of rain.
"Are you okay?" she yelled over the winds roaring past her face.
"Never better," the teen answered before she was yanked away by a fist around her messed up ponytail behind her, and sent hurtling to the earth's ground, making a small crater. She pushed her hurt self to sit up, but only got as far as propping her elbows up before Butch landed beside Buttercup and kicked her hard in the ribs, causing her to topple over to her front. She growled in fury, and tried once again to sit up, but as before was kicked to her side like a soccer ball.

"He's not even giving her a chance! Boooooo! Unfair cheater! You creep!" Bubbles shrieked out the open window. "Come on Buttercup! Get up! You're not gonna let him beat you are you?" From below, the two muddy teens couldn't hear a thing that was being called from the building due to the heavy winds, but Buttercup could somehow sense the present cheers from her sister only a few yards away. She gathered all the strength she could muster, and whipped her foot up to her opponent, but wasn't quick enough, and was stopped by a blocking arm. Her ankle was embraced tight with two hands, and she could feel the force of her joints tugged upward unwillingly, and felt her whole body descending in the air. She was thrown like a rag doll high in the sky, and released by the grasp on her foot as she could continue to rise higher and higher into the gray, cloudy atmosphere.

As soon as her body began to stop flying upward, a strong stomp was sent to her middle, and she went falling downward like a nuclear bomb, spinning out of control, unable to halt herself. Again, somehow Butch met her at the bottom before she got there. When she was only a few feet away from solid ground, he kicked his knee up, stabbing her right in the spine. She screamed as she heard the same, only louder cracking noise from her back, and her sight started to blur and darken. And before either of them knew it, her body fell limp with unconsciousness. There were screams from the school as they watched one of their hero's downfall.
"I can't believe Buttercup lost…" Bubbles breathed.
"I told you she shouldn't have gone through with this. Now it's over and she'll be even more depressed. You said one satisfying punch. Is that what that looks like? Wait… What's he doing?" Something out there caught Blossom's eye. Something not right.

Out in the field, Butch was in utter shock, and stress flooded throughout him. How could it be that his counterpart, Buttercup, the toughest girl in the entire world, lose to him so quickly? He was used to a full out fight that made him push his strength to the highest limit. He starred down at her motionless form laying by his feet. Her bloody black hair undone, spread out around her bruised and cut head. Her mouth slightly hanging open and her eye lids gently closed. The heavy rain drops running down her face, and the mud around her had an imprint of her body's position. So helpless she looked. His wonder and disbelief turned into anger. Rage. He felt even more let down than when he was left waiting all alone in the back of the school for her. Completely losing control of himself, he grabbed at his knocked out disappointment by the neck, and lifted her off her feet, strangling her. And to the fact that she was out cold, her life was free for the taking.

That was a bad place to stop, but that's the best I could do. Sorry again this took a bit long. I was writing the whole fight in one chapter, but it turned out way too long before I was even done, so I had to cut it in half. And please, please review.