Hey everyone! omygoshness what a year it has been....

alright I am sorry for not updating in awhile but the truth is a lot of horrible incidents have been occurring in my life.

the first reason i have not been able to update is that this entire time, i have started college and have had final exams that i needed to study for. as my mother said, "school is better for your brains, not that silly computer of yours..."

not only that but i planned to get some writing done over the winter break....which did not happen...

apparently my new mac 2009 laptop crashed and had "liquid" damage to it (even though I swear on my life that no watery or liquidy substances came near the thing) and had to be sent in for repairs. (my mac is the only computer that has the PPG files on it, since my PC computer crashed and wont even turn on anymore -_-' )

NOT only did my mac crash, but once I got it back before christmas I was hit with mononucleosis and a middle ear infection :D

Also the rest of my family had gotten the H1N1 flu virus and we were all quarantined to our house by doctors orders (isn't life wonderful? XD)

Around New years I did overcome most of the mononucleosis symptoms but right after I suddenly began to vomit and experience sudden nausea for no apparent reason. turns out it was food poisoning.

and only now, my one day before I return to school, I was able to write a quick chapter (mostly about the blues and greens) for those who have been dying to know what's going to happen next. hopefully I can continue to upkeep this story, but don't get your hopes up if I don't update in a month or so...

--Kgirlthefox

P.S. LEMON! (err well kinda, i suck at writing descent sexual innuendo scenes :/ )

EDIT!:

yea i made some mistakes lol like the parts where Butch calls Buttercup BC!!! aiyah! look what mononucleosis does to you! anyway, I fixed it up so it should be better~

Chapter 10: Death Sentence

Blossom stood next to Brick, her arms wrapped around his back, eyes shut tight and tears threatening to fall. They were currently in a sticky situation, where one of Mojo Jojo's previous buyers decided to cancel the deal Brick had just sealed. The bastard figured that the Rowdyruff would be stupid enough to come alone, and let him hand the money over without any problems. How wrong he was.

Brick didn't really come alone, if you don't count Blossom that is. And he also was very prepared. Of course he wouldn't hand anything over. Even when a 64 magnum, a missile launcher, and a shotgun were pointed in his face. Was Brick frightened? Hell no. Was Brick pissed? Hell yes.

The meeting had started out fine, at first. Brick and Blossom had met the fellow in a damp back lot in the dead of night. Brick had the money, and the man had the goods. But then, things turned ugly. The man demanded more payout for the expensive items, and Brick grew more and more impatient. Which led to Blossom's current position: Hide behind Brick so she doesn't get shot and he realizes she's a Powerpuff.

'Brick you imbecile! Why did you have to engage with this blockheaded jerk!' Blossom screamed in her head as she still held a tight grip on the red head.

Blossom knew from the beginning that something like this would happen. When she first met the dealer, she didn't like him for one second. Brick didn't either, seeing how he eyed up Blossom.

The situation was getting worse. Bullets were whizzing by Brick's face. Everything was going down. He felt one barely grazed his cheek, and he heard Clara whimper behind him in fear. His heart squeezed inside his chest. The urge to protect her struck deep within. It almost felt like a knife was stabbing his chest, cold and steely. Brick needed to do something, and knew he couldn't endanger Clara any longer, and soon flew out of bullet range. As they soared higher, Brick felt her grip slowly release.

"Don't let go yet…I'm gonna drop you off soon" he whispered in her ear, making Blossom shiver from both the cold air around her, and his hot breath in her face.

"Here we are" Brick muttered, gently placing her down on a gritty rooftop.

He hovered there for a moment, checking her over to see if she was alright.

"I'll be back for you in a little bit…wait for me" he said, slightly concerned for her safety.

"I will…" she obediently replied, as she wrapped her arms around herself to keep warm.

Blossom inwardly cursed that she forgot her scarlet trench back at Brick's house (where she was secretly staying in order to avoid her sister's prying questions) and realized that she only wore a tight brown pencil skirt, and a black frilly blouse with red heels. Brick noticed her discomfort and drew close to her, and pulled Clara into a warm embrace.

"I hope this helps…" he softly added, as he used his power of heat to increase his temperature.

Blossom gasped in surprise. She felt the warmth of his body spread to hers, and over come her entire frame. It was soothing.

"It's my ability of fire…I've had it since I was a kid" Brick chuckled as he soon pulled away from her to gaze into Blossom's eyes.

"I need to take care of the trash back there now. But I'll be back" he stated, soon starting to drift from the girl.

"Brick!" Blossom suddenly called to the red head dressed in a black Italian suit.

She didn't know what came over her, but she watched as he flew back.

"Yes?"

Without warning, she placed a vehement kiss on his lips. Brick nearly fell from being caught off guard, and being so enamored. Once it was done, he started at Clara in disbelief.

"Don't leave me…" she barely chocked out, feeling a massive wave of emotions.

Where they came from, she didn't know.

"I promise" he assured, with a bright smiled, and soon all that was left of the young boy in front of her was a red streak in the sky.

Blossom sank to her knees, and for some reason, she felt tears falling from her eyes. Why was she acting like this?

"Why…" Blossom sobbed, trying desperately to wipe the tears from her face.

Why was she crying for? Blossom could not figure it out. She couldn't even contain her tears. But, why? Was it because she knew that in the end, she would have to kill Brick? Was it because, perhaps, she had come to love him?

"No! I don't love him! I don't! I'm a Powerpuff girl! And Powerpuff girl's aren't supposed to love villains!!" she screamed at herself, almost hysterically.

But she knew deep inside, she did; and she could do nothing about it. Blossom just had to sit with that gnawing blame in her conscience.

'You love him. You know` you love him. You can't help but love him. He loves you. You want him dead. You want revenge. You want his brothers dead. You hate him' were the constant thoughts swirling around in Blossom's head.

It gave her a terrible headache just to think about it. But she knew she couldn't put it aside any longer. Their game of love and deceit had to end. She just couldn't do it anymore; to herself and Brick. She needed to end it.

"Its time…to give their death sentence…."

~Laboratory of Dr. Boomer, Venice, Italy~

Bubbles made her way into the facility, already accustomed to the dark atmosphere and dim lighting. She was slightly frustrated as she stalked about, and played with her golden locks impatiently.

She had tried to talk with Blossom about the Chemical X experiments on the animals, but the red head wouldn't listen. She stated she was too busy with Brick to even think about such things right now.

The nerve! Just when Bubbles had obtained what she deemed valuable information, Blossom just blows it off! She may be the leader, but she doesn't have the patience to even listen to her sister!!

Bubbles paced about in the doctor's room, still agitated. She needed to get some way for Blossom to listen to her. She didn't care that her red head boyfriend needed her every waking moment. She needed to address the situation. NOW.

"Are you alright?" she heard a voice from behind her.

Bubbles jumped upon hearing Boomer's voice and quickly turned to face him, a shy blush on her face.

"Oh, nothing. I was just waiting for you" she half heartedly laughed, trying to mask her anxiety.

"Are you sure? You seem a bit distressed Belle" Boomer stated, obviously worried about her condition.

"Well, it's just that…" Bubbles paused, was she even going to mention Blossom? "It's just that…I was wondering if you wanted to grab some dinner after my shift…since you're usually here alone, and I hardly see you eat…is all" she blathered.

Boomer smiled at the blonde, flashing her pearly white teeth, and making Bubbles grow slightly weak in the knees.

"Of course we can grab dinner! You shouldn't be so nervous to ask me Belle, we are working together now" he laughed, as he walked towards the door and pulled it open for her.

"Well? After you" he smiled sweetly, as Bubbles blushed and quickly headed out the door.

She could tell Blossom later. Since "leader girl" was so preoccupied with her subject, why shouldn't Bubbles get to know hers? It couldn't hurt to do more digging. No, it couldn't hurt at all…

~Berlin, Germany~

Buttercup and Butch were strolling around together, playfully joking at each passerby. Buttercup actually had FUN with the green ruff over the past couple of days. Ever since their fight in the Asylum, he had become more calm, collected, and respectful to say the least. She found out who he really was behind his fighting mask. He actually wasn't a bad guy.

"Why do you act tough anyway? You trying to get the ladies or something?" Buttercup asked as they walked in the snow, heading towards her hotel.

"Well, I guess you could say it was expected of me" Butch said solemnly.

"What do you mean?"

"Well I mean…if I'm a Rowdyruff, I have to be feared. In order to dominate a country, you can't show your soft side. You have to show yourself as a bad guy, some one who isn't to be messed with. And that's how it is" he concluded, shoving his hands into his overcoat pockets and kicking the slush about.

Buttercup never thought about it that way before. She knew that the Rowdyruffs were wicked, but she never knew it was because maybe, they felt they had to be wicked. Maybe they weren't so bad after all. Just maybe.

"Hey, you doing anything later? I need to blow off some steam 'cause my room service last night was horrible" Buttercup fumed, remembering her cold soup she ordered.

"Alright. I'll see you at the gym in a couple hours then?" Butch mumbled, feeling his heart skip a beat.

"Yeah, I'll see you later Butch" Buttercup snorted, turning on her heel to stalk into her hotel room.

She strolled up the beautiful gleaming stairs, and proceeded to her room. After opening the door, she threw her bag to the side and flopped onto her head. The green puff gave a heavy sigh.

She felt tired. Her mind was tired. Throughout the entire day all Buttercup could think about was their mission. Hers was to steal the heart of the green, beat him to a pulp, and go home. That's it. No qualms about it.

But no. She found out, he actually had a name, along with a family and multiple friends. Butch wasn't a good guy, to say the least, but he wasn't as vicious as he once was back when they first had met.

She shuddered at the thought, feeling the inner fear grip her heart. His jade eyes had stared almost maliciously at her, and his attack had never ceased when they had first fought. He was the first opponent to ever make her feel…frightened.

Buttercup remembered every vivid detail of that fight, and as angry as she is about losing, she never felt so scared and vulnerable. After they disbanded the Powerpuff Girls, Buttercup had never felt so weak. She was trembling when she made it to Germany. She remembered being alone and filled with terror at all the dark corridors. Over time, she learned to mask it with brute strength and high self-pride. If she didn't hide it, she wouldn't be herself, and would have probably broken down in Germany.

Buttercup pushed the painful memories from her mind. What she needed was sleep.

What was she to do? She didn't like the guy, but she didn't want him dead either.

Just then, Buttercup's phone buzzed in her pocket. The green puff snorted then fished it out, looking at her text massages. It was from Blossom.

It stated: "Buttercup. Once you've got Butch in your grasp, end it. This charade has carried on long enough and girls...its time. It's time to end it…When you finished the job text me back. Blossom."

Buttercup flung her phone across her room, sending it splattering against the wall. It shattered into a billion pieces.

"Goddamn you Blossom! Goddammit!" Buttercup swore, her emotions welling up inside.

Blossom. Their red headed leader. The core of their operations. Buttercup sneered at her sister's name. Who died and made her queen? Just because on her command Buttercup was just supposed to up and kill poor Butch? Butch wasn't a saint, but he wasn't a bad guy either.

This only made Buttercup more furious, and her headache worse.

"Screw it. I'm not fucking taking orders from you anymore. If I wanna keep Butchy-Boy alive, it's my choice, not yours leader girl" Buttercup scowled as she grabbed her lime green gym bag and headed out the door.

Blossom had already given enough commands in her life. And most of them had not ended nicely.

Buttercup remembered one specifically. It had been when she and her sisters had fought Mojo Jojo long ago. Blossom had devised an elaborate plan to stop the monkey from stealing a set of precious jewels. Buttercup didn't like the plan, it was too dressed up and intricate. And she was right. In the end, Blossoms plan had miserably failed, Buttercup had been injured in her eye (which later turned black and blue), and the monkey had gotten away while laughing his ass off at them.

Even now the thought just made her blood boil even more.

Buttercup soon arrived at the Asylum. She hauled herself out of the cab and threw her money at the driver, then walked inside. Her bag slapped against her back as she quickly paced inside. She walked into the changing room and stripped. It felt good to be back in her element.

When she walked out, Butch was already in the ring, standing proud, arms crossed with tape strapped about them. His famous smirk played on his face.

"Hey Seraph. You ready to rock or what?" the boy laughed.

"I'm always ready" Buttercup huffed, as she taped her hands.

This was going to be a good match for stress relief.

~Laboratory of Dr. Boomer, Venice, Italy~

Bubbles and Boomer both walked through the front doors, laughter bursting from their lungs. Bubbles had a good dinner with the doctor, and she couldn't convince herself that the man that stood before her was her counterpart. A cold ruthless killer named Boomer.

"I hope you had a good time. I know I did" Boomer blushed, scanning up his lovely blonde haired assistant.

Not only was Bubbles good for the eyes, but she was kind, sweet, and gentle. Boomer had never met a girl who portrayed all these qualities, and wanted to work with him. Out of all the other assistants he hired, she was the diamond in the rough.

"Wow it's late…I should be getting home" Bubbles stated, watching as Boomer bit his lip.

"You don't…have to go. I mean you could stay here for the night…there's a little study in the back where I keep a spare bed" Boomer shyly stated, his face red, and his eyes wandered to his feet.

Bubbles was silent for a moment, her heart fluttering at the offer. She could stay with the handsome Boomer for the night, probably enjoying his sweet comments. Or she could go back to the apathetic Blossom who didn't want to listen to what Bubbles had to offer and was too preoccupied in herself and Brick.

No, Bubbles wanted to have fun for once. To heck with the mission for now. She just wanted to enjoy her time with a boy. A boy who she actually kinda liked.

She felt her baby blue cellphone buzz in her pocket. It was probably Blossom.

"Sure. I don't have anything waiting at home for me anyway" Bubbles smiled as her heart skipped a beat at Boomer's gleeful expression.

Nope. She couldn't stand Blossom not listening to her anymore. Quickly looking at the text, she pushed ignore. She looked back up to Boomer's dark azure eyes as he smiled at her and began to lead her to the back of the facility.

What an interesting night it would be.

~Brick Jojo's Estate, Sicily, Italy~

Blossom paced about. It had been a couple of hours since she had texted her sisters, and had gotten no replies. She was anxious. Her arms were wrapped about her tiny frame, her face written with worry. All she could hear was the click-clacking of her heels on Brick's floor. Her black skirt seemed uncomfortable as it clung to her legs and she began to fidget with her red blouse. What could be occupying them?

"Clara maybe you should sit down. You look a little pale" she heard Brick call from the sofa in the living room.

She sighed and walked from the adjacent kitchen to where he was. Where were her sisters? What were they doing? Where they gathering information?

Not only were these questions swirling in her head, but also how she would kill the Rowdyruff. She had poison in her small black purse, along with a semi-automatic gun. Underneath the sofa was a rifle she had placed there earlier while Brick was in the bathroom. Her watch held a deadly chemical that could break down the white blood cells in a super being. Even her heels were made of pure steel and diamond tipped. She could puncture his heart with Prada if she had too.

But even though Blossom over-prepared for this moment, she still didn't know if she could bring herself to do it. To actually kill Brick. She had spent all last night convincing herself up on that godforsaken rooftop and when she went home after, she had stayed up all night preparing for this one moment.

But could she bring herself to do it?

"Clara? Are you okay?" she heard his concerned voice.

She looked to him, his eyes worried and soft.

"Brick…I need to tell you something" she said, slowly edging up towards him.

He stood to meet her halfway and touched her cheek lovingly.

"What is it? You can tell me anything" he cooed, taking her lips with his in a quick kiss.

"I…" she paused.

Was she really going to come out with it? Was she going to tell him she was a Powerpuff Girl?

"Brick…I love you" she lied.

She felt so ashamed of herself. All this planning, for nothing.

She watched as he gently smiled and kissed her again, more roughly this time. She could feel his hard hands trace around her body, feeling her breasts and even making their way down through her thighs. She gasped in surprise.

"Brick!" she breathed, feeling him touch her without any restriction.

Then without warning, he swooped her up in his arms, and flew to the back of the house.

~The Asylum, Berlin, Germany~

Buttercup smashed her way through Butch, delivering a swift elbow to his solar plexus. She could hear his breath slowly escape his lungs as she watched him fall towards the floor. She could feel her power struggle and surge beneath her skin. Adrenalin, power, the thrill of the fight. It drove her forward and gave her focus. She didn't even need to use her powers of recovery.

She watched as Butch stood up, taking a couple steps back, and inhaling deeply. Her jade eyes met with his. It was almost as if she were looking at a mirror of herself. Well, a boyish version of herself anyway. Butch snorted when he caught her gaze.

"Is that all? I was expecting more from you, Seraph. But this is just sad" he chuckled, watching her seethe in rage.

"Trust me Butchy-boy...there's a lot more coming!" she roared, suddenly leaping at him and pinning him to the ground.

Buttercup launched a barrage of punches into Butch's face. She could feel his flesh soften and bruise under her attacks. It drove her more. She felt her rage and anger swell in her chest. She felt as if she was going to burst into pieces. She felt a battle cry rise from the pit of her soul. The fighting spirit was still with her, even after all these years of suppressing it and hiding it. Her ferocity took control.

Ruthlessly, Buttercup swiftly picked Butch off the floor and flung him into the ring fence. She heard him grunt in surprise. As she watched him rise, she delivered a quick kick into his side. She watched him fall. Taken over by the passion for fighting and the long suppression of her abilities, Buttercup began to beat Butch down; kicking, punching, and clawing at him. This lasted for god knows how long. She couldn't tell anymore. Everything just became a vivid flash of blood and flesh. When she finally gained control of herself, Butch lay motionless on the floor.

Buttercup stumbled back from the boy, shocked at her own actions. Her anger had always gotten the better of her, but this? This has never happened before, she had never beaten any of her enemies so harshly; so cruelly. Buttercup felt her entire frame tremble, so much that she fell back onto her rear and stared blankly at Butch, hoping he would rise again.

She quickly shuffled on her hands and knees over to his still form. She was actually afraid. She could feel it well up from deep within her soul. What was she to do?

"Butch! Butch!! Butch, please get up! This isn't funny! Get up you asshole! Get up! Get up!! Get up!!!" She screamed hysterically, over and over and over again.

But Butch didn't rise. His eyes were still closed, and a pained expression hung on his face. His body lay still like the dead. Buttercup didn't know what to do. She cursed and screamed and cried, but the ruff still did not rise.

The green puff soon just stopped completely, and turned away from Butch. She placed her taped hands over her face, and took deep breaths in order to calm herself. Her whole body was wracked with fear, and it shook violently. She began to mumble incoherently to herself.

Butch wasn't really passed out on the floor. It in fact was all his plan. He let her have some fun, but now it was his turn. Trying to refrain from laughing, the green Rowdyruff pulled his sore body up from the ground, and quietly stumbled over towards where Buttercup sat. With a wide grin on his face, his bruised arms wrapped around her frame.

"Miss me much?" he snickered, as she violently jumped up and spun about to face him.

Butch stood back nonchalantly, his pose relaxed and his famous grin gracing his bruised and battered face. Buttercup, eyes and mouth wide open, was in so much shock and infuriation, that she could not move.

"Don't be mad Seraph, it was just a little trick" he chuckled, slowly walking towards her, hands in his pockets.

"It wasn't fucking funny!!" She raged, lifting her hand to strike him across the face.

He caught it deftly and he pushed it back, knowing he was stronger than her. Interestingly, Buttercup's hand did not shift back as much as he liked. He didn't know where she was drawing this extra power from, but it only drove his hunger to fight back more. Soon, he forced her back, so hard that they slammed into the other side of the fence, both of them breathing heavily. His face was just inches from hers.

Butch was already in love with Buttercup. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew she was different. There was always that air of confidence and assurance in herself and in what she was doing. Not only was she easy on the eyes, but she was also good with what god gave her. Her talent in the underground domes of battle were unmatched to other fighters, and it was her personality that also spiked his interest in the long run. After that night at the bar, Butch learned she was proud, cunning, vindictive, and of course stubborn as hell. But all these qualities made him come back for more. More of her, more of her biting tact and wit, and her ability to demeanor him. Something no one else, not even his brothers, could attain. She was Buttercup.

Butch could feel her hot and labored breath on his face. He closed his eyes and he could smell the delectable scent of her sweat. On his body, he could feel her own frame be smashed against his. Their skin touched in all the right places. And soon, he felt his lips draw closer to her own succulent ones.

"What are you doing?" She cautiously asked, noting the extremity of their closeness.

He didn't answer. He didn't need too. For Butch allowed himself to give in to the lust and passion in his heart.

He kissed her lightly at first, almost tentative, then he found himself pushing harder against her lips, knocking his teeth against hers. She was so flavorful, and he enjoyed every bit.

Buttercup was shocked by his sudden outburst. She didn't know how to react. But what she did know was that it felt good. She closed her eyes for a bit, testing this new form of social interaction. Oh yes, it was really good.

Butch kept going, running his hands up to grasp her voluptuous breasts. He heard her gasp in surprise. He growled, something that even surprised him, and he released her lips and made his way to the nape of her slim neck, all the while his hands continuing to coddle and massage her bosom.

Buttercup was swept up in bliss. Everything was a swirl of passion and lust in her body. All of these new sensations made her shiver in anticipation. But is this what she really wanted? To be loved by a Rowdyruff? Her nemesis?

She remember the plan. That she was to steal the heart of the green. Well, now she knew he was hers. But now what was she to do? Kill him like the queen bee said?

She watched as Butch striped off his tattered white top and flung it across the ring. She admired his built frame of muscle and marveled at his battle hardened physique. She could feel his hands trace the hem of her sports bra and biker shorts.

"Do you want this?" she suddenly heard him ask.

He was waiting for her answer. His eyes slightly suppressed and soft. They weren't the eyes of the fierce five year old she faced long ago. No, this was different. They held an emotion in them; a soul behind the villain. Could she kill him? Just based on the fact that he's a Rowdyruff? And that maybe he's a Rowdyruff because it's expected of him to be one?

She felt her bra and shorts come off, and never felt so exposed in her life. But seeing him exposed and naked under the light was slightly comforting. He was just like her. Forced into a life that maybe he didn't really want. Maybe he just wanted to be a professional fighter or a trainer. Instead of being a Rowdyruff and ruler of the world. He was just like her.

It hurt. She hissed as he entered her, made a connection with her. But, what ties didn't hurt? What bonds that are forged have never been painful? She took it in, being the strong-tough puff that she is, and soon the pain faded away. It melted into a blissful reunion of two souls. She couldn't even feel Butch's body anymore, all she could feel was the connection they shared and how both of their essence's mingled with one another.

Finally they finished, and she watched in fascination as he pulled out and collapsed next to her. She rolled to face him, and watched as his chest rose and fell from his gasping. Her eyes caught his, and they locked with one another, almost trying to see into the other persons's thoughts. They didn't say anything, but only stared at each other. Soon Butch pulled her closer to him, and she could feel his hot body encompass hers. He kissed her forehead, and then laid back to rest.

She knew that from that small simple action, that he loved her. He didn't even have to say it, and it slightly upset her. Was Buttercup, the hardy and stubborn puff of the group, willing to kill someone who loves her? Would she be able to do it? Even when, she herself finds him attractive, and she shares a bond with him?

Buttercup had no clue. She just curled up in Butch's strong arms, pondering, and waiting until the time when the boy's death sentence with be fulfilled.

alright...whew~

TEASER: "Belle you have to believe me...the Powerpuff girls are out there...and we're going to find them...and kill them..."