AN: All rights to The Powerpuff Girl's belong to Craig McCracken.
Chapter 6:
Can You Just Help Me?
Wednesday, April 5th 2017
"I still can't believe Brick had said those things to you." Bubbles spat.
Blossom looked away, finding the big oak tree outside her window far more interesting than what her baby blue sister was talking about. They we're currently safely back at home at the Utonium residence. The Professor insisted that they stay the night to care for their wounds; reassuring them that he'll have them excused from their classes for the following day. Which was normal for their professor's back at the university; the girls usually take a day off after a brutal monster attack to heal and recover.
Blossom was lying on her bed while Bubbles changed the bandages from the wide hole that the spike had left in her leg; the Professor had told her that it'll be fully healed in a day or two if she had lots of bed rest and took it easy. Already, she was tired of it though. Being trapped in her room all day was starting to be a pain, especially having her sisters and father check in on her every fifteen minutes as if she was a child. Her once peaceful safe haven from the world has turned into her prison for the day. Looking around her room, she sighed.
It was just as she left it; not to her surprise. With a vintage appeal to it, dusty pink walls painted the room, a white vintage wooden desk and chair The Professor bought her, her ninth grade year sat in the corner of her left. Fluffy pink carpets laid in certain places, on her cherry wood floors. One was laid at the end of her canopy white, queen sized bed; another laid underneath her desk and the last, the biggest, sat in the middle of the floor. On the largest carpet sat a small chipped up white coffee table and two small white leather sofa's on either side of it. Looking straight from her bed led to her room's bathroom that she requested to be built since Bubbles took too long in the mornings in the family one, which led to them all getting their own. On either side of the bathroom's door, stood two large bookcases, filled to the brim with books' all the she had probably read countless of times. Then there was the grand cheery wood vintage vanity set she had beside her window that she cherished the most. It was her birthday gift from the original Mayor before he died. He got it for her when she turned sixteen and couldn't keep her eyes off it ever since. Overall, her room was her happy place but now…she was growing tired of being cooped up in it.
All day, her sisters and The Professor have been treating her as if she was paralyzed from the waist down. Blossom wondered if they still remembered that she could still fly. When Bubbles and The Professor assisted on helping her use the bathroom, she nearly lost her shit. Blossom nearly almost threw one of her curling rods at them. Almost. After leaving her alone to bring her something to eat, Blossom had time to think. Bubbles had stubbornly stayed behind though to keep Blossom company but it was better than having both her and the Professor nagging her.
"Bubbles?..." Blossom said in a whisper.
Bubbles bright blue eyes peered up; stopping her ministrations. "Hmm?" She murmured. Bubbles eyes softened, seeing the uneasiness of her eldest sister. Already knowing where this conversation was headed; she immediately regretted bringing Brick up at all.
"What if Brick's right?..."
"He's not." She stated matter-of-factly.
"He made some valid points though…"
Bubbles bit her lip. "He did…"
"Do you feel like that…like tools sometimes?" Her pink eyes we're filled with sadness. "Remember before we started working with the Ruff's; how Townsville just basically tossed us aside because we weren't there when they needed us?"
Bubbles nodded slowly. She waited for Blossom to get everything out before speaking.
"That's pretty two faced, right? Like he said. Then yesterday came; you saw how they just miraculously fell in love with us again, right?"
Bubbles sighed. "Bloss–"
Blossom continued her rambling. "Then he talked about if one of us died–" Her brows scrunched up. "You think we'll just be forgotten like Brick said?"
"He never said anything about us being forgotten,"
"He didn't have to!" She screamed, startling Bubbles. "It's what's going to happen. Townsville barely even acknowledges our previous Mayor." She spat. "Even though he wasn't that much of a good Mayor, he still did great things for Townsville." He fists clenched her bed sheets as Bubbles looked on apprehensively. "Townsville is so ungrateful. These people here are so undeserving of all the wonderful things that befalls upon them–" Blossom quietly seethed as her eyes began to glow. "To think we've been busting our asses for years, for them to just act like this…we should've seen the signs."
Bubbles eyes slowly narrowed. "Blossom…"
"No Bubbles! There we're signs from the very beginning! We we're freaks to them before we kicked Mojo's and his minion's asses to kingdom come! –Now look, we're the perfect little girls." Blossom's words felt like venom Bubbles; she couldn't bear to hear anymore.
Tears we're startling to well up in Blossom's eyes as she grew angrier. "They even made the Professor turn against us…" Her voice fell at the revelation. The small tears caressed her face as they ran down her face. The light in her eyes dimmed as she became lost in her thoughts. "We should've stayed on that–"
SMACK!
Bubbles hand sliced through the air, palming Blossom's cheek with a sharp slap. Blossom's whole head turned to the side from the force. Eyes wide, she held her stinging cheek, stunned; Blossom's gaze fell onto a seething Bubbles.
"Bubbles?..."Her voice sounded like a child who just gotten reprimanded.
"I can't believe you." Bubbles began, her tone stabbed at Blossom. "You're full of shit!" Bubbles eyes we're like boiling water. "You said all this shit about protecting Townsville with my dying breath yesterday but now you want to go one about Townsville be ungrateful and undeserving," She pointed sharply. "So you're letting Brick get inside your head now? Some guy that just became a hero basically overnight; what the fuck does he know?" Bubbles snarled in Blossom's face. "I'm so disappointed in you Blossom. You're supposed to be a leader. Our leader; a hero! But instead you sound just like one of the Rowdyruff's, just like Brick."
"Bubbles!" Blossom tried reaching out to Bubbles but she quickly snatched away.
"Don't touch me!" She hissed. "You need to get your shit together Blossom. I'm coming to you as Powerpuff Girl to Powerpuff Girl…if you even still consider yourself to be one, that is."
With one final glare, Bubbles stalked out the room, making sure to slam the door behind her. Her blood was boiling; she couldn't stand to be in the same house as Blossom at the moment. She had to leave. Hopping out of the shower, Bubbles quickly moisturized her body and threw on a gray PINK suit that she left at home; spritzed herself down with some perfume, placed some diamond studs in and teased her hair into a messy bun, then she stomped down the stairs. Downstairs in the living room sat Buttercup playing Modern Warfare, talking animatedly into the headset placed on her head.
Hearing her loud footsteps, Buttercup turned to look at her, confusion etched on her face. "Where's the fire?" Buttercup joked, watching her younger sister hurriedly place Adidas Runners on. After no response Buttercup asked another question. "Where are you going?"
"Out." She stated not even bothering to look at her.
Buttercup eyed the blue Puff suspiciously. Something is definitely wrong with her. "Out where? Food's almost done."
With her shoes finally on, she made her way towards the door but not before calling out to Buttercup once more. "Tell the Professor that I'll be back later."
"Bubbles, wait–" But before Buttercup could reach her, Bubbles had already vanished out of the door, slamming it behind her.
Buttercup stared at the door, wondering what cold hearted person could piss her usually bubbly sister off so much.
Poking his head out from the kitchen; The Professor look around the living room confused.
"Did Bubbles just leave?"
"Yeah…"
"So what happened to keeping the body count to a minimum?" Butch cooed beside his red headed brother. Brick's red eyes peered up at him from the book he was reading. Butch's forest green eyes gleamed with mischievousness. The two brothers sat at a modern looking glass table. Brick was deep into a chemistry book, whilst Butch sat, going over some English literature notes a hot and willing girl in his class took for him.
"Something came up." Brick answered turning the page.
Although it was a campus apartment, it had a sleek modern décor to it. In the living room, their furniture mainly consisted of black leather couches, the coffee and end tables were glass, with interesting swirled black metal base. The wall behind the television was red brick. Pictures from when Boomer was in a photography class in high school lined the wall. Most of the décor in the Rowdyruff's place was either black, white, and gray. Only when you stepped inside of their rooms, was there a spot of color. Their signature colors.
From the kitchen bar window, they heard Boomer yell. "Wait, so you did kill Sedusa!?"
Brick and Butch winced at Boomer's loud tone before glaring sharply at him.
"Boomer, why the fuck are you so loud?" Butch growled out.
Boomer ignored him, turning back to ruby eyes. "So did you?"
Brick eyes narrowed at him before going back to his book. "Yes, Boomer. I did."
"What the fuck, why?" Boomer questioned.
Turning back to Brick also, Butch wanted to know the reasoning behind killing Sedusa also. "Yeah, why'd you off the bitch?"
Brick was growing irritated with all the questions but he knew the two wouldn't let up if he didn't give them some kind of an answer.
"Would you two shut the hell up and leave me alone for the rest of day if I tell you?" He asked, furiously massaging his temples.
Butch placed his elbow on the table and leaned, placing his cheek into his open palm. "We're waiting~" He cooed.
Boomer too leaned against the island bar, making sure he could hear everything Brick said loud and clear.
Brick grunted as he massaged the bridge of his nose. With his eyes closed he began the story of when he went visit Sedusa.
Brick didn't want to be here. He knew this before he even made it to the club.
Just stepping through the window not too long ago, he already dreaded being there. He didn't plan being here long though; he planned for this to be in an in and out thing and hopefully if things went his way, that's all it'll be. But knowing Sedusa, it's never just a 'in and out' thing with her. Memories of him and Sedusa many sexual escapades flooded his mind; not his proudest moments. He was young and inexperienced and Sedusa was a god of manipulation and was truly an expert when it came to the art of fucking. But all that was in the past now. The moment he found out that she was using him to get closer to HIM, he cut all ties and went on with his life…now he was back, but this time for a different reason.
Stepping into her spacious office, his eyes scanned the room, taking in all of his surroundings. Everything was dark and the atmosphere was grim. This was definitely Sedusa's office. His eyes we're directed to the large, dark oak wooden desk, stacked with papers and an empty wine glass, in the back of the room. There was a full bar placed in the center of the room where a set of burgundy sofa's surrounded it. A lit fire place warmed the dead room. It looked as if it was just started so he knew it wouldn't be long until Sedusa retreated back into the room. The room had to be sound proof because from outside of the club, the base from the speakers vibrated off the dirty streets. Brick smiled at this. At least he knew if anything went down, not a sound would be heard. That was pretty dumb on Sedusa's part, he thought.
Brick's footsteps creaked off the freshly waxed wooden floors as he moved across the room. Candles lit the room against the deep red painted walls. His eyes went to the deep brown sofa placed in front of her desk and coolly took a seat as he waited for Sedusa to arrive. With his body stretched across the sofa, almost similar to how he sat on the one in Blossom's room earlier. He took a moment to think about Blossom's words once more. The girl really thought that him and his brothers weren't born to be evil like when they we're first born he they didn't go off and pound the girls faces in. Brick quietly chuckled at the memory. Times were simple back then but that all changed after the custody war. Brick's blood red eyes darkened momentarily. Things got bad…like, really bad, but no one would know or care about the things they went through growing up and he planned to keep it like that until the time was right.
Brick huffed, blowing a few loose strands of orange out of his face. After five more minutes of waiting, his phone buzzed. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out his new black iPhone 7. Thumbing through his phone, he went to his messages and seen that Blossom had texted them all in the group chat they shared.
Mayor just called. There's an emergency downtown that we need to respond to ASAP! I'll meet everyone down there.
'Even through texts she's as stiff as ever.' He thought dryly. He placed his phone back in his pocket and stayed seated. 'If it's another monster attack then they'll be able to take care of it themselves.' He shrugged. What he was about to do was more important anyhow. If he finished up here fast enough, he'll meet them down there for sure. He knew Blossom would attempt to castrate him if he didn't show at all. Plus, he didn't trust Boomer and Butch to behave as well under her orders. A small smile played at the corner of Brick's lips. At least he didn't have to deal with Bossy Blossy for a while.
A familiar prickling sensation came over him, signaling someone was near. Looking over his shoulder, he watched the door knob begin to turn. The aura caressed his body in a way that made him feel dirty, like someone touching you inappropriately. Brick's body shifted uncomfortably. Sitting up, he relaxed his body and made his face appear stoic.
Entering the room, she already knew someone was inside by the strong aura that radiated underneath the rooms door. It's been a long time since she seen a presence so strong, so she was quite surprised to see Brick sitting in front of her desk. His broad back and defined muscles brought a little excitement to the vixen's eyes' remembering all the time she used to run her claws along it. She greedily licked her lips before sauntering across the room.
"Sedusa." Brick's deep voice was like music to Sedusa's ears.
"Ohh, Brick! For what do I owe this visit to?" Seduction laced in her tone. "My, have you grown…" She cooed, giving him a once over.
His intense red eyes landed on her snot green ones. "We need to talk." He stated solemnly. His eyes swept over her appearance. She had on her Ima Goodlady get up. Brick's brow quirked.
"I thought you go by Sedusa here?" He questioned.
Sedusa smiled at him as she sashayed over to her matching desk chair. Crossing her long legs seductively. Her white pencil skirt began to rise as she kicked her leg back and forth. "I do go by Sedusa here, but only to employee's. Keep's them in line, ya' know." She winked.
Brick snorted. Skipping the introductions, he got straight to business. "You know a girl named Naomi Rose?"
Sedusa's eyes went up in surprise before the revelation hit her. Then a wide smile crossed her face. "Sooo, that's why you're here, to question me, hmm? I'll have you know, the police already been through here already."
"I'm not here to question you about her disappearance. I can care less about that." Brick said with disinterest.
A small teasing pout replaced the smile on her pale face. "It's a shame really. She was one of my top bottle girls. I did too adore her." Sedusa purred.
He remained expressionless; tone dead, but stern. "What did you say to the police?" He inquired.
Sedusa's hands went out to her sides with a shrug. "What could I say?" A sinister smiled graced her lips. "It's not like I know anything.~" She cooed.
Bricks eyes narrowed darkly; lips straight as a line. "Sedusa, I'm not here to play your little games." He said in a dangerously low tone. Malice oozed out of him.
Noticing the dark aura oozing out of the boy, Sedusa pouted. "I'm being serious Brick. I didn't tell them anything. You know the law around these parts: snitches get stitches."
Easing up, his dark aura lessened. "Good."
Sedusa smiled back seductively. "So is that the only reason you came to see me?" She asked leaning forward on her wide desk. There was that perverted aura of hers again.
Clearing his throat before he spoke, he peered calmly at her; eyes void of any ill intent. "Actually…I have a favor to ask of you."
Sedusa's eyes beamed. "Ohhh? What is it?"
He sighed. "Butch and Buttercup are supposed to be coming here tonight to snoop around in search of anything pertaining to the girl."
Her frown returned. "Why?" She hissed. "I thought the mayor left the disappearing acts to the police?"
"The Puff's want to take matters into their own hands." Brick grunted.
"So why not just tell the mayor? End it like you have to." She gritted.
"They're stubborn. You know they'll just keep pursuing."
"Then that's their funeral." She glared at him. "Do you wish to die along with them Brick?" She questioned sharply.
Brick's scowl returned but Sedusa's glare didn't waver. Sedusa thought Brick was growing mad, he was playing with fire by getting involved in this. She was beginning to think he was forgetting his place…his job. "You and your brothers are supposed to be playing 'super hero' until it's time."
"What do you think I'm doing?" He growled.
"Playing Devil's Advocate." She quipped.
Brick scoffed, waving her off. "Are you going to help me or not? I don't need Buttercup running back telling Blossom anything that may jeopardize this for me."
She smirked. "What you need to be worried about is if someone finds out about this."
"Sedusa…" He threatened.
"Okay…I'll help." She sang with glee. "But–"
"But?" He questioned.
"What's in it for me?" She purred, eyeing him up and down. She slowly licked her lips as she took in Brick's physique.
Brick exhaled before clenching his jaw. He knew it was bound to come down to this. Unfortunately for Sedusa, Brick wasn't planning on giving her that part of him ever again. What they had before was fun but he liked his girls with…depth and Sedusa lacked that.
"What do you mean Sedusa?" His red eyes intensified.
"What's in it for me?" She repeated smugly. "What's stopping me from going to the man in charge and telling that you and your brothers aren't doing your jobs?" She purred, watch Brick's eyes darken with malice. She leaned even further in her seat.
"You get to keep your life for one." He threatened.
Sedusa sneered at this. "Oh? You'll kill me…is that right?" She left her seat and sauntered over beside Brick. Sitting beside Brick, throwing her fit legs over his; Sedusa leaned to her side and pressed her ruby lips to Brick's ear. Brick didn't even flinch.
"You'll kill me? Even after everything we been through, after all of the things I made your body do?" Her words came out sounding breathless but Brick could hear the venom behind them. Brick's jaw clenched when he felt Sedusa's slimy tongue on his ear. If he had it his way, the vile thing would be on the floor by now.
Sedusa's dainty fingers went to Brick's chin, pulling his head so that they we're eye to eye. "Brick, I only want what's best for you…but nothing in this world is free darling."
"I can't give you what you want." He said through his teeth.
Sedusa shamelessly giggled. "You don't even know what I want yet."
"You want what you've always wanted from me–to control me." His eyes clouded over with a familiar darkness. 'Just like everyone else.' He thought grimly.
Sedusa grinned. "But Brick, we had fun together, did we not?" Her bony fingers lovingly traced the outline of his defined jaw.
"You we're manipulating me–" Brick was cut off by Sedusa's finger being placed on his lips, hushing him.
She smiled wickedly. "I didn't do anything that you didn't like though." Her smile stretched across her pale face. "You enjoyed every minute of it!"
"I was young."
She began cackling.
"You're still young Brick." Brick's eyes widened in outrage at her words. "You and your brothers are still the same as you we're when you all we're five. Only difference is that you three are stronger now."
Brick's eyes narrowed into slits. "Shut up." Sedusa saw the anger behind his eyes but she wasn't quite finished with him yet. She wanted to remind the boy just what his place was in this world.
"You and your brothers born to be used. I was just taking advantage of the fact; it was nothing personal." Her hand caressed his seething face. "Aww, don't look like sweetie. At least I made sure that you got some pleasure out of it too." She smiled sweetly.
"Shut up…"
"Nothing that I'm saying is wrong…look at you now; working for someone else's cause, for the man above. Now you're even being used by the city that once hated you. Isn't that hilarious?" Brick's hand fell loosely at his sides as he took in her poisonous words. "You and your beloved brothers are nothing but war machines Brick…the sole purpose of your birth was to destroy. Remember that–"
Sedusa will never be able to finish her sentence; never again to speak period. While she was too busy putting poison into Brick's head, she wasn't aware of the blood lust oozing out of him. It was already too late for her; Sedusa had crossed the line of no return, her fate was now decided. With unhuman speed, Brick's hands went to Sedusa's head and neck. She was in midsentence when she finally noticed the psychotic look in Brick's eyes, but it was too late. Sedusa's head snapped violently to the side, killing her instantly.
Throwing her legs off of him, her body slid limply to the floor. Brick stared at her; eyes void of any emotion. Sedusa was right…Brick and his brothers we're born to destroy, so she couldn't complain about her death when she entered death. It was her fault. Who tries to piss off someone who's sole purpose of living was to destroy and kill? Brick chuckled at this.
"Stupid witch." He spat.
Sedusa had nothing but herself to blame for her death. She had one job and she couldn't even do that.
"Useless." He should've been killed her as soon as her feet crossed the threshold. Foolish of him to think that he could negotiate with the woman. He wanted nothing more but to spit on her body but he didn't want to leave any evidence that he was there. Instead he took a napkin from the bar and wiped down any area that he may have touched, just to be careful. Stuffing the napkin in his pocket, he made his way to the same window he entered from. Brick ignored the knocking at the door and quickly slipped out of the room, as if he was never there to begin with. He knew this may bite him on the ass later but chose to deal with the repercussions when they we're dealt to him. He had no regrets regarding Sedusa's death; just on why he killed her. He killed her out of anger, not for the reason he came.
Brick seethed as he flew home to change; making sure to fly slowly so his red streak wasn't visible.
Boomer and Butch listened closely from start to finish. Both having their own thoughts about the situation but understanding why Brick killed Sedusa. Their self-control wasn't as strong as Brick's but they knew his temper, they we're surprised he didn't kill her sooner for the things she had said. But on a more-darker note, the boys knew that this may cause trouble for them in the future. Trouble that they didn't need on their plates right now.
"You know you could've just potentially fucked us all right?" A deep frown was planted on Boomer's face.
Brick glared at him. "I think I know this already Sherlock."
"And you talk about us controlling our anger and shit. Now look, you done fucked up and killed the queen of the sluts!" Boomer snipped.
"Shut the fuck up! You say that as if you wouldn't have done the same!" Brick's hand violently slammed on the table causing Butch to swipe his notes off the surface.
"Hey! Watch it! This will be the fifth table one of us fucking broke if you two keep at it." Butch scolded.
Brick's glare fell on Butch. "Then tell your brother to stop acting like a fucking hypocrite!" He pointed.
"You could've at least told us that you we're going over there, we're a team aren't we?" Boomer growled.
"Oh, quit your bitching Boomer! You're starting to sound like one of the Puff's." Butch groused causing the blue Ruff to direct his glare on him.
"Fuck you Butch!" Boomer spat at him.
Butch rolled his eyes at the over dramatic Boomer. "Just shut up." He took a glance at Brick who was still shooting daggers at Boomer and sighed. "I think we should be good."
Their heads snapped to him. "What makes you say that?" Boomer questioned.
Butch smirked. "Well…for one, we're still here. No warnings. No threats."
Brick scoffed. "That doesn't mean anything."
Butch wagged a finger in his face, startling him. "Ah-ah! I'm not done yet." He sang cheerfully before continuing. "The reason I say this is because it's not like Sedusa's life had any significance anyway. She was a pawn, a tool, not even a real important one. We're the ones that bring in the money!"
Brick and Boomer rolled their eyes at their glee filled bother. He was making sense–sadly–but his hyper attitude did not fit the moment.
"Besides, we're still doing our part of the job. We're still on track. The big secret isn't out yet. Sedusa was just a little bump in the rode, that's all." Butch boasted. He was having too much fun.
"Wow Butch…and here I thought you we're incapable of consoling people." Boomer said dryly.
It was like Butch didn't notice the sarcasm in Boomer's tone; if he did, he ignored it. "Aww, you fuckers are my brothers. I think I can spare a little feelings for you two." His laughter bounced off the walls, waving Boomer off.
"We feel so loved!" Brick deadpanned, going back to studying again.
Looking back at the red head again, Boomer smirked devilishly. "So when we're you going to tell us that you and Sedusa we're hitting it off?"
A vein appeared on Brick's forehead. Why the fuck did I tell them again? He thought, regretting the decision of telling them anything. "Shut the hell up Boomer."
A wide smirk spread across Butch's face. "You thought we we're just going to roll over and ignore that part?" He chuckled, trying to pull the book from in front of Brick's face. Brick had no intentions of letting go. "First we learn that Buttercup dated Ace and now this?"
Boomer couldn't help but laugh at the two brothers playing tug of war. "This is so out of character for you Brick. Who would've knew, The mighty Brick the Bludgeoner?" Boomer egged on.
"Will the both of you SHUT–" Brick snatched the thick book out of Butch's hands and smacked him over the head with it. "–THE FUCK UP!" Then he launched it in Boomer's direction, which Boomer narrowly ducked. The book crashed somewhere in the kitchen behind Boomer. All you could hear was pots and pans clashing about.
Glancing behind him, then back at Brick, Boomer wore a crooked smile. "Ya' know you're cleaning this shit up right?" He pointed a thumb behind him.
Brick smirked. "And this is my que to leave." Without another word, Brick's red streak was all that was left of the boy as he made his way to the safety of his room.
Mouth agape, Boomer's ocean blue eyes followed his brothers streak before landing on Butch. Butch stared back and immediately knew what was going to happen next. Before Boomer could say anything, Butch too retreated to his own room, not wanting to be the unlucky person who had to clean up the mess in the kitchen. Boomer yelled in frustration.
"Why the hell couldn't I be an only child?!"
BUZZZ!
Bubbles didn't know where she was headed, all she knew was that she wanted to be as far as possible from home. Blossom had pissed Bubbles off royally and she wanted no more but to blow off some steam. Bubbles thought everything was okay from what Blossom said yesterday after Brick's spiteful words but turns out, now she agrees? Bubbles couldn't believe it, she refused to believe it. None of what Brick said was true. Okay, Townsville's citizens aren't always the nicest and most reliable people on the planet but these we're the same people they grew up with. They've had more good times than bad leading up to this point. No one was perfect–or maybe this was just Bubbles always seeing the good in people…even if their nothing but trash.
No, no! She shook her head violently, erasing the thought from her mind.
"Great, now Blossom and Brick are rubbing off on me." She groused flying past Townsville and over the woods. Spotting a clear field, she decided to land there. She was far, but not too far from where she couldn't get a signal incase anything we're to happen. Thank God for Verizon.
It was nice outside today. Not too chilly and not too warm, with a nice spring breeze; Bubbles considered it the perfect weather. Too bad her mood didn't match up with it. Bubbles sat in the clearing, letting the cool breeze run wrap around her; her head tilted up. The sky was clear; only a few clouds in sight. Birds chirped happily around her. Squirrels near or passing by sniffed at her; familiar with her scent, they stopped and said quick pleasantries. The blonde girl cheerfully waved and spoke in their language to say hello back.
Being around nature did help lessen Bubbles foul mood…she was still grumpy though but at least she was away from everything. Now she could clear her mind and think. Think about life, school, her sisters, her friends, her father, Townsville, the Rowdyruff Boys, Boomer…Boomer. Boomer and his power. A power that the two shared but he was rather better at it.
Bubbles pouted. How has me mastered it but I haven't?
Crossing her legs together and squaring her shoulders, Bubbles outstretched her arms. She exhaled slowly, focusing her energy into her finger tips until she felt sparks nipping at them. She glared determinedly at her hands, forcing sparks of lightening to shoot from her fingers into each hand. Bubbles didn't stop doing this until she felt the sensation travel to her palms. A small smiled graced her lips when she saw that the lightening shot out from both of her whole hands now. It was nothing new though. Bubbles was always able to make the electricity travel out of her hands but never able to expand it through her whole body or around her like how Boomer had done. Boomer was even able to spread his energy around and into other people. Bubbles didn't know if she was more jealous or impressed.
Then there was the question of how he got all of those people out of the building in like what felt like a blink of an eye. Bubbles didn't see him coming in and out of the building. She didn't even sense him.
Could his power be responsible? Does he have another power that could help? Or is he just really fast? Maybe I was just too busy with the building that I didn't notice… She shook her head. Impossible.
Perplexed, Bubbles frowned deeply. She wanted answers. No, she needed answers. But more importantly, she wanted to learn. If Boomer is willing, she wanted him to teach her. So far, she could only electric ability for a measly fifteen minutes at most, any longer would be draining. The last thing she needed was to be useless during a fight; she was already the weakest.
Bubbles laughed bitterly. The weakest Puff couldn't even master her signature ability but evil counterpart can. How sad. Suddenly, Bubbles shook her head furiously. Taking both her hands, she lightly smacked her cheeks.
Now's not the time to be throwing a pity party Bubbles. Get it together!
Not thinking twice, she whipped out her phone and tapped violently on her screen. She was meaning to do this anyways. Might as well kill two birds with one stone. After sending the text, she waited; flipping through her phone from one app to another. She checked her social media pages; finding out the latest news, what's new on her favorite fashion blogs, upcoming parties on campus, and silly and cute pictures and videos her friends had posted. Something peculiar caught her eye scrolling down her Twitter timeline; Blossom had tweeted not too long.
'I feel like crap.' It read with a sad emoji going along with it. The tweet had over five hundred retweets and likes already, with a number of comments below it. Bubbles sucked her teeth, rolling her eyes at Blossom's tweet and the comments below it.
'Feel better love!'
'Everything is going to be alright love.'
'Hope you feel better soon Blossom.'
The comments read, with an unnecessary amount's of emoji's. Bubbles scoffed. A number of the comments we're from Townsville citizens. "If only you all knew how she really felt…" Bubbles grumbled.
"How who really felt?" She heard someone ask behind her.
Bubbles slightly jumped, startled, she whipped her body around to see who had managed to sneak up on her without her noticing.
"Boomer!" She pointed.
Boomer looked back at her nonchalantly. "You did text me to come, right?"
Bubbles quirked a brow. "I know. I just didn't sense you coming."
"Oh?" Still with the bored expression.
"How?" She inquired. She seen how his eyes widened a bit; her question had taken him back.
His impassiveness returned quickly. "I just hide my presence. It's out of habit I guess."
Her curiosity was getting the best of her. "Why would you do that?"
Boomer shrugged. "I guess so the enemy doesn't see me coming; I don't know, why else?" Irritation evident in his tone.
"Isn't that draining to do all the time?" Now she was just being annoying on purpose.
"No." He glared at her. "Now what do you want? I have better things to do on my day off then to be here with you." He spat harshly.
Ouch. Jerkish much. "I have questions that need answers." She solemnly stated.
"Do you?" He groaned aloud. Abruptly, he sat down on the earth beneath them. He patted the space beside him beckoning for her to sit beside him. "Come."
Again with the orders?
Apprehensively, Bubbles stared at the spot beside him. Just a second he didn't want to be here with her but now he wants her to sit next to him? What a weirdo. She didn't know if she could trust it…plus, she couldn't stand him either.
Her stalling was threading on his very thin patience. "Will you just come the hell on!?" His outburst made her jump again. "You want to know about yesterday right? Well come the hell here!"
Bubbles returned his glare. "You don't have to be jerk about it." She snarled walking towards him. Crouching down to sit, she arched an accusing brow. "You're not going to do anything rapey right? I didn't tell you to come all the way here just to kick your ass."
Scoffing, he looked at her with the most distaste. "That's cute."
She flipped her blonde ponytail. "Thanks, I try." She winked.
Boomer roughly flicked her forehead causing the girl's face to scrunch up from the force. "Ouuuuchhh!" She moaned holding her forehead. So strong. Fucking emo demon!
"I meant that it's cute that you think you can actually kick my ass, dumbass." He corrected dryly. "Now what do you want?"
Rubbing away the bit of stinging pain she felt, she scowled at him. "Asshole…" She cursed. Boomer rolled his eyes, resting his cheek on his knuckles with elbow on his knee, he waited for an explanation. Bubbles thought it was best to just get straight to the point. "H–how we're you able to move the building–" Her eyes narrowed. "you didn't even really need my help really; you could've moved it without my help when I could barely move it at all." Bubbles pointed out.
Boomer sneered. "Not my fault you're weak."
Bubbles abruptly leaned closer, invading his personal space. "I'm serious! How'd you do it?"
Leaning back, Boomer looked at her warily. "Didn't you see everything? You we're staring for the longest."
Her eyes gleamed. "That's because your energy was so pretty…we have the same ability but yours is…nothing like mine." Bubbles eyes down casted slowly as she spoke. She clenched her fists. "Yours is so strong and mesmerizing but I can barely use my ability for more than fifteen minutes…it's so frustrating!"
Boomer's eyes widened at her confession. He can hear the sincerity in her voice as she spoke, he had to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent a small blush from appearing. He had to get himself together before he spoke.
"Why only fifteen minutes?" He inquired.
She was too embarrassed to look at him. "That's as much as I can use before my energy starts to drain."
"How sad." He said simply.
She immediately glared at him. "What a way to kick a girl while she's already down!"
"Like I said before, you're weak." He stated with that infamous crooked smile. "But all that still doesn't explain why I'm here right now." Boomer already knew what she wanted from him, he just wanted her to come out and say it already.
Her expression changed to a more nervous one and she started to fiddle with her fingers. She didn't know how he'll react to what she was about to ask of him. Bubbles wasn't that good on taking rejection, seeing how most of her life she fairly got almost everything she wanted. Being told no was probably one her top pet peeves…the girl was spoiled as hell, anyone could take one glance at her and see it.
Still fiddling with her fingers like it was the funniest thing in the world, Bubbles forced the sweetest and upmost nicest smile on her face that she can muster. She batted her long lashes innocently as she gazed at Boomer. As she did this, it was like God came down from the heavens himself because Boomer swore he could see a halo shine over the girl's blonde head. Boomer had to stop himself from grimacing at the overly sweet expression but found it hard not to because she was really starting to creep him out.
"Spit it out already!"
Bubbles overly sweet grin widened. "Can you teach me how to strengthen my electrical abilities?" She asked in an irritating high pitched voice. The girls voice was already high on a regular, this was just over doing it.
Boomer's eye twitched slightly.
"No."
"No?" She repeated incredulously.
"Yes, no."
"Why?!" Bubbles damn near screeched in his ear.
Boomer grimaced. "Because I said so."
"And what kind of reason is that?!" She growled in his face.
Boomer stayed put, growling back. "A good one!"
"It's not!" She snarled, getting even closer in his face to the point where their noses were almost touching. "I asked you nicely and you can't even give me the curtesy of giving me a good reason on why you won't help me!"
Boomer gritted his teeth. "I said what I said!" His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Now shut the hell up and get out my face before–OOFF!"
She shoved him.
No–Bubbles had mushed him…hard. Mushed him right in his face and shoved him to the ground.
"You're such a fucking asshole! I ask you nicely, even though I can't stand your anti-social emo ass! The least you can do is give me a valid reason why!" Bubbles snarled, still sitting on the grass next to his fallen form. "Then you have the nerve to try and threaten me? I don't care how strong you are Boomer, I'll kick your ass to Kingdom–"
Bubbles was too busy cursing Boomer out to notice the vicious aura around her, radiating off the blonde boy. Now, she was beating her small fists on his legs as she ranted. To a regular human, her hits would've done some serious to damage but to Boomer, they only stung a little. Now, if Bubbles was just some regular human, he would've blew her obnoxious fucking head off–but she wasn't. He was supposed to be playing nice. Lucky her.
But that didn't mean he couldn't rough her up a bit. Poor girl.
"YOU JERK, ASSHOLE, DEMON SPAWN–ACK!" Her screams of unlimited curses we're cut short from Boomer's callous hand wrapping around her tiny throat. He was too fast for even her keen eyes to see him shooting up and snatching her to him. Once again, they we're nose to nose. Only this time, Boomer was the only one seething. Bubbles was too busy trying to pry Boomer's fingers from around her throat. Very slowly, he spat out his next words.
"Shut…up." The scowl he was giving her made her whimper. She could feel the rage dripping off him. If even possible, his eyes narrowed even more. His normal ocean blue eyes turned into dark navy ones. "If you ever put your hands on me again Bubbles, I will snap each of your fucking fingers in half…understand?" Bubbles could only blink. His words made her stomach toss. A mental image of each one of her digits being bent in the opposite direction, hanging limply by her torn bloody flesh and bones flashed through her head. If she could, she would be swallowing pretty hard right about now.
Feeling that she understood him loud and clear; he released her. As soon as he did, she went into a coughing fit, struggling to get as much air as possible back into her lungs. Now she was the one laying on the floor. Boomer was back too normal though, being his uncaring, nonchalant self. Well…up until Bubbles foot crashed onto the side of his face.
"Y–YOU–" Cough.
"FREAKING PIECE–" Cough. Cough. Cough.
"OF SHIT!" A few more coughs to follow.
Bubbles feet beat at Boomer's side mercilessly. She was furious. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" She screeched as she pummeled Boomer with her feet. "I'M NOT THAT WEAK LITTLE GIRL THAT YOU GREW UP WITH BACK THEN! YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING TO JUST CHOKE AND THREATEN ME AND IM SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED?!" Bubbles kicked and kicked and kicked. Boomer held his arm out to block her blows but they just kept on coming. Boomers patience was gone. The more she kicked, the more his temper grew. If you all think Hardcore Bubbles is scary…just imagine what a Hardcore Boomer is like.
Bubbles left foot was caught before it could connect with Boomer's jaw but that didn't stop her from repeatedly taking her right one and smashing it against his chest. Boomer's grunts of pain did not stop her assault. She wanted to make sure he felt her anger to the full extent. Bubbles could've sent him flying if she wanted to but then she wouldn't be able to beat him mercilessly if she did that. No, no. Can't have that!
"Stupid demon boy!"
Thud. Thud. Thud.
"All I asked for was one simple thing; you didn't have to be a jerk about it!" More thudding of the feet. Well…at least until she suddenly felt her body rise from the ground; then her anger turned into confusion. Looking around frantically, she felt all of her blood rush to her head. Bubbles was now upside down. Straining her neck to look up, she was met with the sight of a very pissed off Boomer. Even more pissed than before. Gulp. He was holding her up by her left ankle; Bubbles body dangled. She was only a simple 5'5, compared to Boomer's 6'1 height. Bubbles really should've thought this all through…good thing is, at least she wasn't wearing a skirt.
"Put me down!" She barked.
He scowled at her. "You shove me in my face and then repeatedly kick me in my face and you want me to put you down?"
Bubbles scoffed. "That's what the hell I said!"
Boomer cocked a brow. "You really want me to put you down?" He sounded nice considering the circumstances…that wasn't a good sign.
Bubbles swallowed down the saliva in her mouth. She knew what his question meant. He was going to put her down alright…just not in the way that she'll like. "Boomer…" She began.
The corner of Boomer's mouth quirked up before a vicious smirk crossed his face. "You want me to put you down right…isn't that what you want?" The tone in his voice sent warning bells in her head so she decided to react before he did. Placing both of her hands on the ground; Bubbles fingers dug in the earth with a strong grip. With one quick motion, her body and the small section of earth below her spun around. Caught off guard, Boomer lost his grip on Bubbles ankle and was soon after met with her right leg colliding into his side. Boomer grunted loudly. The force from her kick stung like a bitch but he was quick to recover. With a quick stunt of his own, Boomer raised one of his legs and forced it into Bubbles abdomen with strength far greater than the one she just delivered.
The force of his kick sent her flying across the field at a high speed. If she didn't stop herself, she'll soon make impact with the tree's approaching behind her. With her abdomen on fire she still managed to catch her balance; a couple backflips, she was back on her feet. Sore, yes–but at least tree trunks didn't break her fall. Shaking off the pain, she stood smugly. Bubbles didn't want Boomer to know that he was able to hurt her, so she hid her pain by getting into her battle stance. She wanted to blow off some steam anyways. Boomer smirked at this. Instead of readying for battle, he placed his hands coolly into his pockets. Bubbles eye twitched.
"Cute trick." He sneered.
Bubbles scoffed. "Whatever."
The crooked smile was back. "No, seriously! I wasn't expecting that." He paused to assess the damage they both caused and then chuckled. "I thought that kick was for sure going to send you across the woods…hmm." His eyes met hers. "Maybe you're not as weak as I thought."
Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.
Her blood boiled. "STOP CALLING ME THAT!" The word weak was really starting work the blonde girl's nerves. Bubbles anger was starting to get the best of her and her guard dropped just a tiny bit giving Boomer the opening he was waiting for. In a blink of an eye, he was behind her. Bubbles didn't know how he did it but she wasn't able to sense him coming. Not thinking twice, with quick movements, she turned and threw a heavy punch…just to find that he was no longer there.
"Too slow!" She heard him yell from behind; then she threw another punch in that direction but Boomer was no long there again. Bubbles was furious; the two continued to play this cat and mouse game. Bubbles would throw a punch or try to land a kick but Boomer would be gone before she could. Bubbles couldn't process it at all. She knew Boomer was fast; hell, they both are. But she couldn't vanish in thin air like it seemed as if he was doing. He was there one second and then he wasn't.
And then it started to click.
How he rescued those people trapped in the building.
How he suddenly appeared behind her when she needed help lifting the building.
It finally registered in her mind; like a light bulb had went off.
She just needed to make sure now.
Ignoring Boomer's taunting calls behind her, she shot off in the opposite direction; away from him. When she reached the far side of the field she stopped and waited. If her guess was correct then Boomer should be right behind her in…three…two…NOW! Without a second to waste Bubbles turned and screamed. Her super-sonic scream blew Boomer back into the fallen trees behind them. She didn't stop until she seen Boomer being flattened by the force from her signature move. Placing her foot on his chest, she made sure he stayed put.
"You can teleport." It came out breathlessly but she still managed to sound stern as she spoke.
Boomer gave her a lazy smirk. "Took you long enough to figure it out." He was by no means tired or beaten. Underneath her foot she felt Boomer arch his back, cracking the muscles in his back. He lazily placed his arms underneath his head and sighed.
Irritated by his relaxed state, she pressed a little harder against his chest and smiled in content when she heard him wheeze. "That's how you got all those people out of the building." It was a statement, she wasn't asking.
Boomer nodded slowly. When she saw that he was reaching for her foot, she hopped back at a safe distance. Bubbles had no intentions on fighting him anymore. It wasn't like she was going to win anyways. Bubbles knew she only got lucky with hitting him with her sonic scream.
"That's also how you appeared behind me when I needed your help,"
Boomer nodded, picking himself up from the ground.
"And you just hide your presence so I won't sense you." She continued.
"Correct." He was brushing himself off now.
Bubbles grinned. "THAT'S SO COOL!" She exclaimed. Her burst of energy threw Boomer off. Just a second ago she was trying to knock his teeth in and now she's telling him how cool his powers is. Is she mental? Boomer mentally slapped himself. Of course she is…I hear her thoughts almost on a daily basis now.
Boomer blinked. "Umm…thank you?"
Bubbles bright eyes sparkled. "So that goes into your electric abilities right?" He nodded again. "Wow…so if you could do that then I should be able to do it too!" A grin broke out across her face at the realization.
Coming through like a dark cloud, Boomer shattered the bubbly girl's thoughts. "But you can't." Bubbles grin began to fall as she was snapped out of her happy thoughts. "You can't even use your basic electrical abilities for more than fifteen minutes." And like that, all traces of excitement left her body. The aura around her went from bright and happy to depressing and dark. Something in Boomer felt bad for the girl…or maybe it was just the way she looking and the depressing thoughts that we're popping into her mind. It all pulled at the little bit of heartstrings the boy had left in his body. Boomer sighed. He really didn't want to do it but he knew if he didn't Bubbles will either A: keep pestering him about it or B: get herself killed. Out of those two options, Boomer had to say that option A was the worst out of the two. She was annoying enough as it is; he didn't need her pestering him 24/7. Plus…he could somehow use this to his advantage in the future.
Boomer exhaled loudly. This is going to be so troublesome though. He knew this was going to be hard work to do and Boomer was no fan of hard work. He had to train her in a way that would show her the results she wanted while making sure she doesn't surpass himself. Troublesome indeed.
Boomer glared at the girl that seemed to have a gray cloud hanging over her head. Please don't let me regret this. "Bubbles."
She didn't move.
"I'll help you."
Her eyes perked up. "You'll what?"
"I'm not going to repeat myself."
This time she completely faced him, lifting her head up from the ground. "I'm sorry, I just want to make sure I heard you correctly. Did you just say you'll help me–as in train me?" She heard him groan.
"Don't make me regret my decision."
Immediately, Bubbles eyes lit up and the depressing aura that was around her moments before had switched to a bright and happy one–her normal one. Only this time it was much more brighter due to her being overwhelmed with excitement. Boomer didn't even have time to blink before feeling Bubbles body collide into his. Boomer stumbled back a few inches from the force. Looking down he saw Bubbles giggling face as she hugged him around his neck.
"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god! Thank you soooo much Boomer!" She bounced with every word. The grin on her face was infectious and Boomer found himself shyly smiling back too. "I knew you weren't a total jackass! You we're just pretending weren't you?"
Okay, Nice Boomer has immediately left the building! Everyone give a warm welcome back to Emo Demon Boomer!
"I'm already regretting my decision." He grunted.
"Aw, don't be so cold!"
"Get off of me."
"No. You look like you can use a nice big hug." She squeezed even tighter.
"I will throw you." He threatened with a glare.
"I'm not letting go~"
"What happened to you not liking me?"
Bubbles giggled. "Silly, that was before you decided to help me!" A teasing smile developed on her pretty face. "You're still an ass though."
He glared down at her. "Then get off before I make you."
"I like a challenge every now and then." She cooed. Afterwards, she felt him wrap his strong arms around her waist, hugging her back. Bubbles cocked a teasing brow. "I didn't think you we're a hugger Boomie."
Boomer smirked. "Oh really?"
Warning: Bubbles get the hell away from Boomer, RIGHT NOW! Unsuccessfully, Bubbles tried yanking herself out of Boomer's grip. "Hey…you can let go now." She said shakily.
Boomer's smirk widened. "Nah, I think you we're right…I do need a hug, Bubbles." His aura engulfed them both as he held her in place. Bubbles watched in horror as his once dark blue aura soon turned into electricity. It sparked dangerously close to her body making her quiver. Looking up at Boomer, she glared at him.
"This isn't funny."
"But I'm having fun!" He cooed.
"Well I'm not!" She growled in his laughing face. Thinking quickly, she used her own aura and turned it into one of her bubble shields. Boomer's body bounced off her shield as it grew, pushing him a safe distance away from her. The sparks of electricity left with him. Even though they separated, Boomer still was laughing his ass off much to Bubbles annoyance.
"Like I said before, you're still an ass." She snapped.
Boomer only grinned. "Well get used to it because we're going to be spending a lot of time together if you want me train you."
Bubbles rolled her eyes. "Oh, how wonderful."
Getting back to business, Boomer's posture changed from goofy too serious. "We need to go over some ground rules if we're going to be doing this."
Bubbles nodded. "I agree."
He held out a finger. "Number one: you can't tell any of your siblings about this," His eyes narrowed sharply. "Not even your nosey friends.
Bubbles was confused but she nodded anyways. If we're all a team, then I don't see why it's a problem of people knowing that he's training me.
Boomer heard her thoughts and sighed. "I just don't want my brothers on my ass about this. It's not like we're all on good terms." Well…he didn't lie.
Bubbles nodded, understanding him completely. She remembered the time when Boomer brothers pressured him into stealing a kids candy once that unfortunately lead to her pretending to be Boomer for a day. Safe to say, that ended up being one of the worst days of her life. Grimacing, she pushed back the memory of Brick and Butch forcing her to eat a cockroach. Gag. If she would've looked up a few seconds sooner, she would've caught Boomer stifling a chuckle.
"What's rule number two?" Bubbles mumbled.
Straightening his posture, he said, "We do this on my time. Whenever I call or text you, we meet here."
Bubbles rolled her eyes. "And why can't we just have a scheduled time?"
Boomer smirked. "I'm a busy man, Bubbles. My schedule gets pretty hectic sometimes."
"And what about my schedule?" She snipped.
"What about it?"
Irritated, her eyes narrowed. "Boomer, don't play with me."
He held his arms out, grinning. "Okay, okay. How about you just text me your class schedule and we'll work from there."
Bubbles was content with that. "Okay. Anymore rules?"
"None that I can think of at the moment but I'm pretty sure there will be more once we start." He said dryly.
She nodded. "Okay, then I have some rules of my own."
Boomer's head cocked to the side. "Oh?"
"Yes. Rule number one: no doing any perverted stuff unless you want me to break your jaw–"
"That's if you can even touch me." Boomer scoffed.
"With your training, I'll be able to soon." She smirked. "Now, don't interrupt me again." Boomer rolled his eyes. "As I was saying…no perverted crap or else. Rule number two: you can't be a jerk to if things get difficult for me. I'm learning and I know how impatient you can get."
The corner of his mouth quirked up. "You know so much about me. I'm flattered."
It was her turn to roll her eyes. "Don't start again."
He laughed her off. "Why we're you even out here to begin with?" He asked, completely throwing her off. Her and Blossom's conversation from earlier flew into Boomer's mind and he had to force himself to remain serious. He would never imagine in a million years that Bubbles, the sweetest Puff, smacking her Blossom. Buttercup maybe, but never Blossom. What was even more amusing was that Brick had successfully got into Blossom's head.
"I came here to get some air." She huffed, angrily. She was once again pissed, remembering the reason she was there in the first place.
Well, she didn't lie.
Boomer cocked his head to the side. "Wouldn't it be better to just stay in bed all day on a day off?"
"Like I said before, I wanted some fresh air." She snipped, eyes narrowing.
"No need to be so hostile," He held his arms out. "just asking a question." He caught her rolling her eyes again. "Why are you so hostile all of a sudden?"
"Maybe because you're freaking annoying!"
He waved her off. "Just asking a question, sheesh!"
Bubbles huffed before turning away stubbornly. "It wouldn't matter to you anyways…" She murmured. Silence fell over them. Now reliving the memory, Bubbles was upset all over again. Boomer being right in front of her–hence him being related to the boy that put the vile thoughts in her sister's head–didn't make things any better. A part of her wanted to smack him too just because she knew for a fact that he most likely felt the same as his brother.
Bubbles teeth grinded slowly together.
Idiots!
"Yesterday!–"
Boomer's lazy eyes caught her glaring ones.
"What your brother said to Blossom…do you agree with him?" Her voice came out shaky but stern. Boomer watched her with interest.
Acting coolly, he shrugged. "I don't disagree but then again, I don't really care either." He watched with amusement as Bubbles eyes hardened.
"Then why are you doing this?" She violently waved her hand around. She just wanted answers. "Why help Townsville if that's what you believe?" Boomer was going frustrated with her; instantly regretting bringing up the topic with her.
"Because it's what I was told to do." His jaw clenched when her heard her scoff.
"Typical."
"The hell do you mean by typical?"
Bubbles shrugged mockingly. "Just, typical. I shouldn't have thought any different of you." A storm was growing in Boomer's eyes. He wasn't liking where this conversation was headed.
He spoke through his teeth. "And what's so typical of me then?"
Bubbles folded her arms as she stared at him disdainfully. "You. It's what's expected from you, I guess. You never did have your own mind or say on things," Her words cut through Boomer like a knife. "Just little ole Boomer, doing everything what he's told. And for what?–"
Malice danced behind his eyes. "Watch yourself Bubbles–"
Bubbles spoke over him. "–Just to still get treated like shit in the end!" At this point she didn't care if Boomer decided to change his mind and not train her. She just wanted him to know how stupid he sounded. Because he was told to? What bullshit!
"Bubbles…" Boomer warned.
She ignored him. "What are you some lap dog? I thought you grew out of that!"
"Shut up…"
"So you're telling me that you're still that same dumb Boomer that doesn't have a mind of his own? That does everything his brothers tells him to do? If that's the case, then I really pity you." Each thing she said was like a blade stabbing into him.
"W–what…no…you don't know what you're talking about" His anger was clouding over him.
"You're basically like a lapdog," She shook her head.
Boomer took a threatening step forward. He was going to kill her.
"What makes your brothers any different from the Townsville citizens that Brick described?" That stopped him in his tracks. "He basically described them as selfish and manipulating people. I'm not saying that your brothers don't care about you…but if they don't even let you make your own decisions then…" Her eyes softened on his empty ones.
Then he did something that completely threw her off–Boomer smirked. It was small but it was there nonetheless. She was confused by it.
If only you knew…
"Boomer?"
She doesn't know anything…
"Hey…"
Yet.
"I find it funny how you all of a sudden think you know my life." He chuckled huskily. "What do you know?" His mood did a whole 380.
Bubbles smiled softly. "Well…I know Townsville loves you." He grunted.
"Only because I'm saving their asses."
With a smile she shook her head. "They forgave you long before that though." Her eyes shined brightly as she spoke. Something in Boomer's stomach flipped. "In high school, everyone loved you," She giggled whilst Boomer cocked a brow, pegging her to continue. "All the girls fawned over you. It was always, Boomer this, Boomer that." Bubbles nose wrinkled slightly and small smile was hinting at the corner of his mouth. "For the life of me I couldn't figure out why everyone liked you so much, considering that you we're still pretty much an asshole to me. Even my own friends liked you!"
A teasing smirk graced Boomer's lips. "Well I am a very irresistible guy you know."
Disgusted, Bubbles held out a hand to stop him. "Okay, ew. You sound like Butch right now."
"Go on, finish telling me how all of your friends adored my ass." He waved playfully before smugly placing his hands back in his pockets.
"Anyways–" Que eye roll. "Everyone loved you. It was so annoying. Like, you're not even all that cute."
"Lies."
"Shut up." She huffed. "All the guys liked you too–especially the gay ones,"
"Bubbles" He deadpanned.
Bubbles let out heartily laugh. "Okay…but yeah. Everyone loved you in high school, before you we're saving their asses and after you stopped terrorizing them. You and your brothers we're popular, you three we're invited to every party, people did nice shit for you all just because, and even teachers loved you. You three we're our high school's It boys."
"You sound jealous."
Her eyes narrowed. "You're missing the point I'm trying to make."
"Well if you would hurry up and get to it…"
"Don't rush me, demon." He ignored the insult. "Now to my point–the point I'm trying to make is that Brick is wrong. Nobody just loves us because we save the day and all that crap. We have friends and loved ones that genuinely care about us; not everyone is like those people we usually see in the streets after we defeat a monster or stop a robber. The media is a bitch. There's people that actually love us for us." She paused to smile. "Plus, Townsville is our home. Regardless whether you used to help destroy it or not, this is your home Boomer. You grew up here. You're not evil anymore. No one is trying to throw you behind bars. Hell, you and your brothers are even more popular than me and my sisters and we've been doing this for years. We didn't have to forgive you, but we did and now you all have a special place in everyone here hearts."
And there was the feeling in Boomer's stomach again. He didn't know if he liked it or not yet though. Right now, he was in between with the feeling. Bubbles words had struck a chord in the boy; a good one…and it was unsettling. He felt a mix of emotions. Happiness, regret, unbelieving, guilt, is just to name a few. He didn't know how to process them all at once so now, he just stood blankly staring at his counterpart. Bubbles stared back with that same soft smile of hers and it was starting to unnerve him.
"I–I don't know what you want me to say…"
Bubbles shook her head, smiling. "You don't have to say anything."
Boomer exhaled slowly, eyes still on her.
"I just thought I should tell you that."
Boomer nodded.
Bubbles smirked slightly. "You're different when you're brother aren't around." Boomer scoffed. "I'm serious. You're less of a jerk and you're more like yourself."
"How would you know what I'm more like?" He asked teasingly.
"Well…let's see," She placed a freshly manicured finger to her chin. "You're not all emo-ish,"
"I'm not emo." He stated dryly.
She gave him a look, letting him know that she didn't believe a word he just said. "You're not a complete jerk. You can still get under my skin really bad but I guess you're alright. You did decide to help me." She heard him groan loudly and she giggled. "Sometimes I hear about you helping out people around school too…It's like you have an undercover nice side to you."
If only you knew.
"Remind me to start telling people to go screw themselves when they ask for my help."
"Don't be an ass right after I complimented you, it's rude." Bubbles whined.
"Can't help it, it's second nature." His signature crooked smile was on full blast.
"Is ruining wonderful touching moments like a Rowdyruff thing or?"
"It's a Rowdyruff thing."
"Figures much."
A yawn escaped the blue Ruff's lips. The sun was beginning to set over them and they both knew they needed to get back to their respected homes soon, which Bubbles was not looking forward to. She didn't know if she was ready to face Blossom at the moment and she also knew that Buttercup bombard her with questions on why she stormed out the way she did. Bubbles groaned internally. She was going to have to face the music one way or another so might as well get it over with.
"I should go, it's getting late." Bubbles sighed looking to the slightly orange sky. The spring breeze brushed past her bangs.
"Me too. I have homework to finish up on anyways." He said more to himself than her. His body floated off the ground.
Bubbles did the same, picking herself off the ground. "You do homework?" She exclaimed.
Boomer huffed in annoyance. "How else did I get into college idiot?"
"I don't know emo demon, maybe Mojo bribed you guys in." She sneered with a shrug of her shoulders.
"I'm not emo, for the last fucking time.
Smirking, Bubbles flipped her ponytail. "And I'm not a blonde."
Boomer exhaled loudly. "Okay, I see this is getting nowhere–I'm gone, see–" Before he could get out the rest of his sentence, out of nowhere, Bubbles shot off into the sky but not before yelling a quick and excited–
"RACE YA BACK TO CAMPUS!"
Boomer smirked. He was so not about to lose.
Okay, I really had fun writing this. The blues are just really fun and cute to write about! I'm thinking about doing a chapter for each individual pair…maybe not in order though. But yeah! Boomer is going to help Bubbles with her powers…this should be interesting.
I feel like this was a filler chapter but it wasn't at the same time…but hey, at least I wrote something right?
Anyways…I'm really surprised at how well this story is doing. Like, it's slowly coming along so don't forget to:
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