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It's been a while since I've updated. But some of you may or may not be disappointed because I went out of order with this chapter... Sorry.

Looks like it's back to Buttercup ;)

(sorry for mistakes)

It was around 9am, when Buttercup decided to wake up. She actually got more sleep than she had in the past few nights. With her "job finding" she used that as an excuse of why she was tired all the time. Really, it was her late night outings and hanging with Tara and John. A chill went down her spine. She knew she was a procrastinator, but she should really tell at least someone that she's at her old enemy's house. Realizing how stupid that sounds, she decided she'll think of another way to word it.

Buttercup wandered out into the hall, deciding if she should check if Butch was awake, or to get something to eat. Violating his food rule sounded fun. She proceeded to pass through the living room and into the kitchen, "I wouldn't." Butch spoke up, who was lying on the couch the whole time. Buttercup had just reached for a cabinet when he startled her.

"Were you sleeping there all night?" the powerpuff continued on searching through the cabinets. Butch, annoyed, got up and went into the kitchen. He approached her, closing the cabinet,

"I got up around three." he answered. Buttercup nodded, heading over to the fridge, "Why? You don't want me sleeping on the couch, so it'll give you a chance to escape?" he teased.

"Escape? Now I definitely sound like I'm being held captive." she opened the fridge, looking through it without any consent. Butch closed the fridge door with his elbow,

"Technically, you are. Wouldn't want you leaving in this condition."

"What condition exactly?"

"Radiation." he leaned against the fridge, arms crossed. Buttercup stared at him for a second, shook it off, then went over to the pantry, "Stop that."

"Stop what?" she continued anyway, well aware of what he was talking about.

"The whole 'I think I can look through anything and everything' attitude you got goin' there."

"Dude," she pointed to her stomach, "I'm hungry."

"Crazy." he corrected. Buttercup threw a package of Ramen Noodles at his face.

"Shut up and feed me." she ordered. He laughed with that stupid, crooked smile, one that was used for some kind of seduction. Buttercup rolled her eyes, continuing with her quest for breakfast. Butch once again closed the item she'd manage to get into, "Okay, really?"

"Yeah, really. Don't touch my food." He pushed her away, and continued with her into the living room. He sat her down on the couch, "Just sit here, and don't touch anything while you're at it."

"Seriously? Don't you ever eat?"

"Nope."

"Ugh!" Buttercup buried her face in the side pillow.

"Hey, hey! What'd I just say? Don't touch anything." this time, he caught what was being thrown at him: the side pillow. Buttercup glared at him like a frog popping its head out of the water, "Looks are unneeded." he remarked, chucking the pillow back. He missed.

"Nice." the powerpuff added.

"You know what you are?" Butch asked, enjoying this game they were playing.

"What?" Buttercup smirked,

"You're one of those people that sees a dog scratching its ass, then tips it over."

"...so dumb." she mumbled.

"You want food or not?"

Buttercup came up behind Butch, after being impatient, and a series of being dragged back into the living room, he let her past the boundaries, "Smells decent. What is it?" she stuck her pinkie in the pot, only to be stopped by Butch. He pulled her wrist up to his face, licking the sweet sauce off himself.

"That's for me to know, and for you to shut the fuck up and enjoy it." he backfired. Buttercup pulled back her hand, wiping his spit off it, "Here," he managed to get a spoon, and dip it into the cinnamon scented cream. He lifted the utensil up to her lips. Buttercup lifted the spoon herself, tasting his creation. She didn't want to sound as excited as she was, but this was probably one of the best things she'd ever tasted.

"This is actually really good." she licked the spoon clean, it still hung in her mouth. Butch yanked the utensil out, tossing it in the sink. When he turned back around, Buttercup had placed a dab of it on his nose. She held her stance.

"Funny, right?" he guessed.

"Pretty much." she responded. Butch released a single laugh, stepping in front of her.

"Did you want some?" he pointed to his nose,

"I don't think I do."

"I think you do." He whispered. His emerald eyes searched for a weak spot within her lime-green ones. She eyed him, as he felt risky in trying to act seductive around her. He's disobedient. He took advantage of the silence and pressed his nose against hers, squashing the goo between them both. He felt her tense up, probably getting ready to attack. He grabbed her wrists holding them to the handle of the oven.

"Butch." her throat growled, her fists tightened, releasing a small green spark. The spark failed instantly. They both noticed.

"Yeah?" he smiled, their noses still pressed in between the sticky substance, "Too weird?"

"Very." her eyes grew flames. Butch snorted, backing off. Buttercup grabbed a paper towel, wiping her nose, she then slapped the napkin into Butch's face, "Why?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"Are you kidding? You pissed is the funniest thing around." he pointed out. Buttercup arched a brow,

"Who said I was pissed?"

"Well, then that would be saying you enjoy my little teases."

"I don't enjoy them."

"Yes you do." he retorted

"Who would?"

"Everyone." he answered

"But me,"

"Liar-" Buttercup slammed Butch against sink, diagonal from the stove, her hands clenched his shirt on his chest. She was just as strong as he remembered. She slowly rose on her tippy-toes, as her lips to went to his neck. Her bottom lip dragged as she went to his ear. Her cheeks flared up in the process as she realized that the point she was trying make ended up with her pushed against Butch... again.

"For your information," he grabbed her waist, pulling her close, "I'm enjoying this."

"Ugh!" Buttercup pushed him back.

Two sharp knocks on the door rang through both their ears. The powerpuff looked at Butch, the door, Butch, herself (wearing his clothes), then the door again.

"Yeah?" Butch let out, pacing himself over to answer it.

"Butch? It's me!" A high pitched squeal, covered with gargled knifes responded. The rowdyruff could feel his pupils dilate to about one-hundred percent. Buttercup could feel his tense-ness from across the room.

"Who is i-"

"Shit," Butch turned around grabbing Buttercup's arm yanking her into the hall.

"What do you think you're do-"

"Just shut-up," he interrupted, slapping his hand over her mouth, "Look," he backed her up into a wall, "You can either act like someone else or hide. Pick. Three seconds." In about half of those seconds she pretty much figured out what was going on. She pried his hand from her mouth,

"I am not playing your stupid game. Consequences for kidnapping." She added, Butch took a sharp breath in, obviously trying not to explode,

"Oh, my fucking God, I don't care. Just don't start anything or get me into-"

"Trouble?" The person on the other side of the door managed to get in. All the rowdyruffs left a key under their mat, whether they denied it. Buttercup stared at the person for a while, a smile slowly came to her lips. The higher stature, envy aura, scent of choking-perfume,- the curly hair; red.

"Princess?" Buttercup pushed Butch away from her. She wasn't necessarily shocked, more concerned of how a rowdyruff had a connection with a bitch. Well, this rowdyruff happened to be Butch, so... made sense. Princess just stood there, as if she already answered the powerpuff's question.

"Yeah, and uh... Buttercup, right?" she seemed interested in the idea of the two pressed against the wall, "Should I even ask?" Princess pointed to both of them. Buttercup scoffed, she stepped out of Butch's reach, who was silent by the way, just hoping all hell didn't break loose, "So what brings you around here?" she glanced at Butch, somewhat disappointed. Princess was also very aware that the Powerpuffs never go around this part of town.

"Oh, little old me?" Buttercup forced pity on herself, "I'm discussing power-related situations to Butch," she lied, "Something you wouldn't understand." Princess nodded understandably, feeling the tension rise between her and the powerpuff. Buttercup straightened up, becoming formal, "So, state your business," she addressed Princess.

"Well this was fun!" Butch grabbed Buttercup's waist,

"Why is she here?" Princess asked, checking out her nails, as if this was no big deal.

"Who?"

"Buttercup."

"Oh, well," he inched closer to Princess, "between you me, she's completely lost it. Went psycho the other day. I've been keeping her captive so she can't hurt anyone else-"

"Butch!" Buttercup interrupted, not amused by his stupid joke and attempt to make her look bad. He glared back,

"Okay, seriously. She's just staying here for a few days, no big deal." that's one truthful thing he's admitted so far. Princess squinted her eyes at Buttercup, looking for any source of faults. Buttercup just stood there, about to ask.

"With your attempts to sleep with her. I hope you know she's smarter than that." Princess addressed Butch. Buttercup was surprised to hear that, in some way, was a compliment, . The rowdyruff laughed,

"Sleeping? With her?" he began to lead Princess to the door, "We're barely friends." he glanced back at the now amused powerpuff.

"Right, you could even say that I'm being held captive." Buttercup moved over to the door as well. Butch placed a hand on his girlfriend's shoulder, opening the door.

"Wait! I thought we were doing something tonight? That's why I came over." Princess held onto the door frame, refraining herself from leaving.

"Ohhh, tonight? Not a good one. I'm busy."

"With?"

"Things..." Butch let his emerald eyes violate Buttercup. Buttercup shyly waved back.

"You're disgusting." Princess informed, grabbing Butch's neck pulling him in for a kiss. It was quick, but awkward. He was barely in it at all. While she was practically eating his mouth. He grabbed the door, which was the thing he used to pry her off. He shut it with a simple "bye" and a sound of frustrating grunts and clicks of heels on the porch.

Butch hesitated before turning around, when he did, Buttercup wasn't smirking or getting ready to speak. "Welp. That was fun!" he clapped his hands once and posed for a high-five.

"She doesn't deserve that, ya know." she left him hanging. Butch frowned, letting down his arm.

"Just because she called you smart you're getting all buddy-buddy now?" he remarked.

"No. But I've been treated like shit before, and that was just awful."

"You care because?"

"I don't. But I'm not gonna live with a pig." Butch scoffed at that remark. He walked past her, heading to the kitchen. The sweet, goupy stuff he made was still cooking away. He ignored the fact that Buttercup had followed and was standing directly behind him. He grabbed two pieces of bread and threw them in the toaster.

"So how many?" Buttercup asked, folding her arms. Butch turned around, confused.

"Kinda hard to answer without a subject, hun."

"Girls. How many?" she persisted.

"Whoa, isn't that a little too personal?"

"Your girlfriend can sense it on you. You're a man-whore."

"Stop calling her that. We're just seeing each other."

"Oh really? If I recall, she hired every author of every article in the newspaper, just to spread the news of Townsville's new 'item'." Buttercup informed, catching Butch on his words.

"Look, how about we just get off this subject and eat some food, kay?"

"You're getting something from her, aren't you?" she began to guess, while pulling up a stool to sit at the island.

"God..." Butch pulled the toast out and spread the sticky, brown-gold colored substance on it.

"It's not fame, cuz you're already a Rowdyruff," the guesses began, "It's not to make anyone jealous, is it?"

"Nope," he served the food to himself and Buttercup, both eating right away. She ate rather quickly, after having a small supper, this was paradise.

"Well it's definitely not sex." she made out between chews, not bothering to wipe her mouth.

"You don't know that." he winked, sipping his milk. He also reached over and wiped her cheek with his thumb.

"If I guess money, and it's right, you owe me something." Buttercup warned.

"How 'bout a kiss."

"No." she resisted.

"It's money." Butch smirked, flicking a piece of toast at the Powerpuff. Buttercup tossed it back.

"How much?" she asked. Butch felt uncomfortable with the question. He didn't want to exploit the fact that he was getting money directly from Princess's father. With Buttercup, the word might get out.

"Hey, why don't I show you how the TV works!" he changed the subject, heading directly to the living room. Buttercup sat staring at her plate, holding back a small chuckle. She now knows one of his weaknesses.

Staring at her reflection, Buttercup kept herself cooped up in the bathroom. Only for a few minutes, she wouldn't want Butch barging in. She ran her fingers through her hair, then down to her neck, feeling her skin. Her fingers ran across the t-shirt, down to Butch's sweats. She made a mental note to force him to buy her clothes, for as long as she's going to be here. Staring at her eyes, her brain started to bring up worst-case scenarios. About Butch, mostly.

Yeah, it was strange that she hadn't tried to break out yet. Or that her sisters or friends haven't tried to contact her. She felt lonely at that moment, isolated from the world. Surely they cared enough to even try, but knowing Blossom and Bubbles, they probably think she's...out.

She swallowed a lump in her throat, staring at the ceiling. She pulled herself together, focusing on why she went to the restroom in the first place. She turned on the exhaust fan to drown out sound, holding her hand in front of her. She swore her fingertips formed a spark earlier in the day. She kept flicking her hand, getting nothing out of it. She took a deep breath, thinking, focusing on how she was going to get it.

She tried a few more times before giving up, the only thing she was giving off was steam. Literally, it was coming out of her palms, eventually becoming a thick black smoke. "Shit!" Buttercup tried to fan away the air, making it clear. She couldn't imagine what would happen if Butch walked in. She thought about telling him that she could create these sparks, but she's still unsure that she's staying here because she's "sick".

The smoke cleared enough to un-see it, giving Buttercup the chance to leave. "Pretty boring day." Noting it was already getting purple outside. All they did was watch TV, she tried to ask questions to learn more about her roommate and Butch continuously flirted like his life depended on it.

Buttercup turned the corner to see Butch grabbing his shoes. "Where are you going?" she asked more harshly than planned. Butch looked up,

"Running errands." he smiled, knowing she was slightly freaked at being left alone.

"Oh." she made her way to the couch, plopping down, her legs crossed in Indian style. He didn't finish putting on his shoes, instead he sat down next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

"You wont miss me too much, right?" he asked, lightly squeezing her.

"Hardly." she stared straight, watching the advertisements on the TV. Butch held a smile tugging at his lips, he turned towards Buttercup, still holding her.

"Need anything?" Buttercup remembered how she desperately needed more clothes other than his, not that they weren't comfortable, but still. She also required more food in the house, something she didn't have to share. And there's one more thing she knew he wouldn't go around.

"Actually, yes-"

"No, I think I know. Food and clothes, right?" Butch predicted correctly.

"Yeah, and-"

"No." he looked at the TV ignoring her, "Forget it."

"You have to!" Buttercup cried playfully, pulling on his shirt.

"No," he removed her hands, "I don't." Butch retorted. Buttercup found it amusing.

"Look tampons are required, unless you want a bl-" Butch covered her mouth, they both unpredictably laughed. She removed his hand and sat up on her knees,"I can only imagine your face in the isle."

"Right, only imagine, because I'm not getting them." he finished, folding his arms. Buttercup sighed, leaning against him,

"Please?" she begged, pushing forward. Butch laughed, pushing her back too far. She just lie there, feeling defeated. She purposely kept nudging him with her leg, until her pushed her knee down, laying his torso on it. She struggled to get up, pushing on his shoulders. He propped himself up, pinning her down.

"I'll think about it." he lie there feeling her breaths of air increase. Finally he sat up, standing, pulling her with him, "I gotta get going, but first-" he dragged Buttercup into the hall,

"Where are we going?" she laughed at the end, but stopped when they were just about to Butch's room, "Oh, I'm not going in the-" she was pushed in harshly, and guided over to his bed. "Butch! Seriously No!" he sat her down, grabbing her arm and something from his dresser drawer. "Should I even ask why you have those?!"

Butch spun some hand-cuffs on his finger, quickly opening them, "Don't even think about it!" she warned. He smiled, clicking the cuff around her wrist and the other end to the bed frame. She struggled to get out, twisting her wrist back and forth. "Please tell me you're joking?"

"Nope," he knelt down, resting a hand on her knee, "Nothing personal, I just don't trust you." he winked, "I can't have you 'doing things' while I'm gone, got it?" Buttercup looked up, not believing this. Butch stood up, leaning over, holding her waist. He pressed his warm, wet lips against her chilled neck. She flinched at first, then caved. He let go of her waist, letting his lips drag off her neck, chills rising on every inch of her skin,

"Don't do that." she wiped his saliva off instantly. He chuckled,

"I wont be long." he grabbed his keys and wallet off his dresser.

"Do me a favor and get hit by a semi." she fired back. And for a moment she thought they were doing well.

"I can't promise that, but I'll try." he responded playfully, shutting the door. He was surprised not to hear any vulgar words towards him as he left, not even a grunt. He joked to himself by assuming she's warming up to him. That was probably not the case. She wouldn't be very pleased to hear that he's not just going to the store. He actually has about three stops to make, maybe four.

Damn! Really? Handcuffing someone to the bed? Just because you don't trust them?

Wow. Well, again, sorry about the order. I know some of you wanted Bubbles, but I promise next chapter will be with her. I just got too inspired with Butch and Buttercup this time :3

You met Princess! That's really not that awesome. lol

Sorry about the long wait. I am lazy. Really lazy.

I'll get to work as soon as I post this chapter. Which means now...

See you soon ;)

ToOdLeS!