12-4-10

12:11am

Summary–Sometimes you don't need to say the words out loud to let someone know how you feel. Drabbles/one-shots for romance, sibling bonds, friendship, family...

Disclaimer–I do not own The Powerpuff Girls, which belongs to its respective owner(s) and is only being used in a fan-made, fictional story.

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Title–For the Hearing Impaired

Chapter 10–Figures

By–Moon Prynces

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They weren't exactly easy to get along with. Hell, they barely got along with each other. They were rude and testy, impatient and mean. And they were usually looking for trouble.

But that was just when they were kids. Things had to get better, right? Well, better as in not being a pain in his a–

Mojo had hoped so.

He sighed and took a dainty sip of his coffee, enjoying the quiet morning as he sat on his living room couch.

It wasn't like he didn't want them around. I mean, he was a father to them.

...Figure. Father figure...ish.

Just then he heard the front door open and then slam shut. He closed his eyes and listened as the person stomped into the room, past him and headed to the kitchen. There were the sounds of something being shuffled or struggled or something.

And it was slowly driving him insane.

Mojo got up from the sofa, put his coffee cup on a coaster (he had just freaking cleaned the other day! Although why he bothered when he lived with three boys...).

He stepped through the doorway to find the dark-haired boy looking in drawer after drawer angrily. He was using one hand while holding the other palm up.

The monkey narrowed his eyes, still frowning.

The fourteen year old made some unintelligible sound ("Agh!") that clearly conveyed his ill feelings. Mojo rolled his eyes and left the room.

A moment later he walked back in, straight over to the counter where Butch was leaning back while staring at his upturned hand, and deposited the first aid kit.

Butch looked down at it, still seemingly pissed, but didn't say anything and turned around to open it.

Mojo spent the next few minutes watching Butch struggle to do something about his injuries. He just raised his brows and stared.

After another five minutes of Butch getting nowhere and becoming more frustrated, Mojo grabbed the wrist of the injured hand and lightly slammed it on the counter.

He looked on furtively while cleaning and bandaging up the damn thing already. Butch didn't fight it.

Even though he didn't want the help it was better than sloppy work and have it take longer to heal. And because he was accepting the help he knew he owed Mojo something.

So he answered the question Mojo might eventually ask.

"Skateboarding," he said in a huff.

Mojo didn't acknowledge the admission. He finished up his work, closed the first aid kit and let Butch leave.

Then he went back to the living room to finish his coffee.

You would think (or at least Mojo hoped) after that there wasn't much to taking care of the Rowdyruff Boys. They were practically grown-ups at this point.

But still...

Apparently it didn't matter how old they got. They always needed some kind of assistance. The kind they couldn't get from each other because they weren't all that mature.

Seventeen years old, and yet he was sitting on the sofa, sulking.

Mojo stumbled out of bed at around midnight to get himself a glass of water.

He had successfully gone to the kitchen, poured himself the drink and was then walking back to his room when he spotted a figure on the couch with the television casting weird shadows in the otherwise dark room.

The monkey shrieked and dropped the cup. Luckily it was just plastic.

He stared with wide eyes while his heart calmed down. Then he stomped over to start cursing and yelling and saying Mojo Jojo-like things.

It wasn't until he saw Brick's face that he paused and instead raised a brow in question.

The redhead didn't glance up, arms still folded as he glared at the screen in front of him.

Mojo glanced at the nearby spill and decided it could wait a few minutes. He sat down on the sofa and snatched away the remote control – going from late night infomercials to late night sitcom re-runs.

Then he sighed in that way that asked why in the hell these kids still lived with him if all they did was go to school and not do evil things anymore.

Brick eyed the remote control, wanting to get it back. The last thing he wanted was to see people laughing or smiling or trying to entertain him. He wanted to sit and sulk.

Well actually what he wanted was related to his bad mood.

The two watched the show in silence.

Finally Brick looked to Mojo with a confused expression. "Have you ever dated?"

Mojo's eyes popped out of their sockets and he turned to the boy slowly. "...Whaaaaaaat?"

Brick rolled his eyes. "Nevermind." And he turned back to the TV, causing the monkey to do the same.

And that was that. After a few more minutes Mojo couldn't stand the spill any longer and jumped up to clean it and get himself another glass of water.

Yup. They may not have been blood related or...normal, but Mojo knew how to look out for them.

I mean, it was obvious with how he threw first aid kits in their face or couldn't give any advice at all when it came to romance. He was there for them. Kind of. Like a father...figure...ish.

And they were grateful...enough so that they didn't track mud into every corner of the house or mess with Mojo's equipment when he wasn't looking.

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12-4-10

7:37pm

1. I would like to clarify in case any readers didn't understand this. So, chapter 6 was a "Take Your Pick" chapter because I couldn't decide on which pairing to apply it too. I think (or I thought) it could be used for any of the three. Chapter 7 was Green. Yup. Chapter 8 was another let-you-decide chapter. I have my own thoughts on it. =] Chapter 9 was actually Red. Their names are mentioned later on and there was a comment about hair color, I believe.

2. After someone mentioned it in a review for chapter 9 I remembered...like, oh yeah! I really should change that rating now! XD I'm so silly. How could I not realize after writing such a...provocative chapter. Rating will now be T. Thanks Bubblycutie for the reminder.

3. And...I'm not quite liking how this chapter came out. I could've added more and not been as rushed. Ah well.

Ah, you know sometimes I really want to respond to reviews but I fight it. I get excited like, "Oh really? (suddenly bright-eyed) I didn't think about that!"

12-6-10

1:46am

Update time.

6:26am