Author's note: I haven't updated in a while... I'm so sorry... I don't have much to say here... So on with the story?

Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Don't sue me.

Blossom

Blossom went to the training grounds the next day, hoping to find somewhere to practice something. She didn't have anything in mind, she just wanted to train. It was the only way to keep someone off her mind. Walking to the farther, more dangerous part of the training field, she found herself walking through a mine field.

Oh right. When I was younger, the spies had to run through mine fields for training.

Blossom sighed, thinking back to the stupid training exercises that her superiors used to make her do. They were always so pointless. Walking through the dirty minefield, she found a sniper rifle just laying on the ground. She raised an eyebrow.

What's this doing here? Maybe one of the spies in training forgot it here. How dangerous.

Picking it up, she aimed up toward the sky, shooting a bird down. Moving towards the dead bird, she knelt down, studying it.

The American crow. Family: Corvidae. Weight: approx. 0.6 kg. Wingspan: approx. 90 cm. Age: adult, approx. 4 years.

She didn't want to touch the dead bird, so she simply walked away, carrying the sniper with her. She wanted to give back the sniper, but decided that she liked it, so she took it back home. It wasn't stealing. Well, it was, but when you come from a spy association, stealing is good. It makes you go up in rankings.

Humming a light song, she walked through the minefield with ease. She was agile and precise, so she knew that stepping on a mine would be impossible for her. Walking through, she heard a voice behind her.

"What's a little girl like you doing out here?" The voice said. She ground her teeth. She came outside so that she could forget that person. But here he was, talking to her. His voice suddenly sounded irritating.

"Go away." She said bluntly, walking a bit faster. She was still in the mine field. A small chuckle was heard.

Walking even faster, Blossom got out of the field. Going to another area of the training grounds, she decided to spar with someone. She called Buttercup, through the communication device on her watch, since she was too lazy to get her phone out. Several minutes later, Buttercup appeared before her, panting.

"Woah. If you were busy, I could've called Bubbles." Blossom said, not knowing why Buttercup seemed so worked up. Buttercup shook her head, which confused Blossom.

"Nah, I wanted to get away from somebody. I guessed that this was a pretty good excuse." Buttercup said, simply. Blossom realized that her sister sounded a lot like her.

"Who?"

"Butch. After a mission he made me join, we sparred at his house... But things got a little weird." Buttercup said, grimacing at the memory. Blossom decided not to push it further.

"Um, okay... Well we can spar after you take a breather... you seem really exhausted." The redhead said. Buttercup would've usually argued and try to spar with her sister despite how tired she was, but she wasn't in the mood that day. So, she nodded and sat down, trying to catch her breath. Her mind wandered to what had happened just half an hour ago...

Buttercup (half an hour ago)

"The mission wasn't hard. I can't see why you needed me to back you up." She said, leaning back into the seat of Butch's car. Butch drove on, in silence. Buttercup looked at him.

"Hey! Did you hear me? Jeez you're so quiet." She humphed. It annoyed her. Butch didn't seem like the quiet type, and him being silent was very hard for Buttercup.

"BUUTTTCCHHHH. AANSSWWEEERR MEEEEE." She yelled in his ear, seriously pissed off with the situation. She hated being ignored. Butch rolled his eyes in annoyance before finally speaking up.

"What?" He said, gruffly. Buttercup pouted, glaring at the dark haired man. She had these very strong urges of ripping his head off. She wanted to control her anger, but his face just completely infuriated her.

Who does he think he is?

"Drive us to your place. I challenge you to a fight." She stuck her nose up into the air, acting all high and mighty. She wanted to intimidate him with her non-existent confidence, but he just chuckled. He was much stronger, and both of them knew it.

"Fight? You?" He smirked. "But, babe, I wouldn't want to hurt that pretty face of yours." He chuckled.

Who does he think he's talking to?!

"Excuse me?" The angry girl hissed. She didn't want to any more shit from the counterpart. She had enough. Throwing blows at him didn't even seem satisfying anymore. She wanted to knock him unconscious. Not dead, heavens no, definitely not dead, but unconscious. Buttercup couldn't really see herself as a murderer anyways.

"Ah, we're here." Butch said simply, taking off his seatbelt. Opening the door of the car, he jumped out, and walked towards his house, leaving Buttercup struggling to take of her seatbelt. She could've sworn that there was glue or something that stuck the seatbelt in place. She wrestled with the wretched thing until it finally released her. Huffing, she opened the car door and jumped out, slamming the door behind her. Butch was at his doorstep, looking impatient.

"Slow much?" He complained.

"Shut up. Blame your stupid car" She stuck out her tongue at him, childishly. He unlocked his door, and they walked inside. Before Butch could say anything, Buttercup had already started throwing punches and kicks at him. Blocking all the attacks, he grew tired. Buttercup was moving at a constant speed, and wasn't going to slow down at any time soon. Finally deciding to make a move, he started throwing a few punches. She dodged them easily. Butch didn't want to hurt his counterpart, but if he didn't do something, she would hurt him.

"Stop stalling! Fight back!" The girl screeched in anger. He sighed and threw a quick but painful punch to her gut. It hit her, but she kept attacking him, hurt or not. Her power was fueled by her rage.

"I'm not made of glass! You won't hurt me that easily! FIGHT BACK!" She demanded, throwing constant punches at his face. A few hit his cheek, but he dodged the rest. All the dodging was getting on her nerves. She wanted him to feel pain. But she also wanted a fair fight, where both people were attacking.

Butch finally got serious and fought equally. Throwing punches back and forth, they grew exhausted. They were evenly matched, so it was hard to land a punch on the other person. Butch gave a swift kick to her legs suddenly, making sure that she didn't expect him to. She tripped, falling onto the cold floor underneath her. The back of her head hit the hard ground, making her dizzy. Butch chuckled a bit at her clumsiness, but abruptly came to a stop.

Butch's eyes widened at the scene. Buttercup's skirt was hitched up from the fall, so that he could see her creamy , Buttercup had great legs. Butch gulped as his eyes wandered to her shirt. He hadn't realized it when they were fighting, but her shirt slipped down a bit as she threw punches, showing a teeny bit of cleavage and a black bra strap. He looked up to her face, which was red from fighting, eyes closed tightly from the painful fall and her hair scattered all of over the tiled floor. Smirking to himself, he made his way towards her, climbing over her body, so that he was hovering over her pretty little figure. He grinned. She scowled.

"What are you doing?" She said through her gritted teeth. He grinned even more.

"Decided that I wanted a better view of your pretty face, babe." He emphasized the last word, attempting to anger her. It worked. Her face scrunched up in disgust.

"Get off!" She yelled, pushing his chest away. Or at least, trying to. He didn't budge. She kept pushing, releasing all her strength into a hard shove. He slightly flinched back about a centimeter, but her efforts were wasted, as he was still on top of her. She stopped pushing him away, as she realized it was pointless, but her hands lingered on his chest. It was hard and seemed nicely toned through his thin shirt, but she couldn't tell for sure. As she came back to reality, she mentally slapped herself and pulled her hands away. Trying to cover up her embarrassment she threw a punch to his jaw. He rubbed his jaw with his hand, smirking stupidly.

"Ouch, babe. That hurt. Fine, I'll get off." He said, rolling off of her and onto the ground. Buttercup got up and realized that he was still smirking. Wanting to wipe the cocky face he was making, she straddled him and started throwing punches at his face. He didn't seem hurt by them, because the smirk still remained.

"STOP THAT YOU ASS!" She yelled, frustration taking over her body.

"Stop what?" He was still smirking cockily. She ground her teeth.

"STOP ACTING SO DAMNED COCKY! STOP GRINNING LIKE THE ASS THAT YOU ARE! STOP GIVING ME SO MUCH SHIT! STOP BEING SO-" She was cut off be a press of his lips against hers. She backed away quickly.

"What are you doing you fag-" His lips pressed against hers again, and she couldn't help but feel surprised at the gentleness. She would've expected him to be much rougher.

She was right.

Right after she hesitantly kissed him back, he practically ate her mouth. Very, very, rough. She squeaked in surprise and she could feel his smirk forming again. Then she realized that she hated him. Pulling away, she punched him in the face, walking out of the house as quickly as she could. Then her cell started ringing.

Author's note: I know that this chap was super rushed and short and I'm sooo sorry. It shouldn't be this short especially since I haven't updated in a while I'm SO SORRY! *Bursts into tears* Anyways, please review!

Ps: To the guest, Isabel... Um, sure, I'll be your friend? I'm a little confused but you sound cool, so I'll be your friend. Thanks for the review :) Please don't kill me.

Pps: To monkeyz2, Omg, that is such a good idea. I feel so stupid for not thinking it up. Thank you so much!