Thank you all who have reviewed! Kissy face! :D Gosh, I don't feel good...I think I'm getting sick P:)
Hm, that chapter mostly consisted of Bubbles's molestation...XD Hah, told y'all I sucked at romance, Bubbles became magically sober!
Oh, the wonders of owning your own story and making it all logically wrong XP
Y'all know...I was never a fan of ButchxBubbles or even BlossomxBoomer, I guess I made my own silly self a hypocrite, well, at least it has opened up a few things for me...and, I think each one would work best for each other, because looking at it without much personality change,
Butch+Buttercup=Mass destruction and a time bomb waiting to go off.
Butch+Bubbles=The sexy good girl tames the bad boy who just can't help but bite the golden fruit, hehe :P
Blossom+Brick=I think they would butt heads too much, you know, I'm in charge, no, I'm in charge!
Blossom+Boomer=Boomer, due to mistreat from brothers, would most likely relinquish his pride for Blossom to hold her leadership, but know how to help her let loose a little more. You know, fun over fastidious.
Buttercup+Brick=A good challenge, with enough fuel to keep the spark going, plus, Buttercup knows how to put a man in his place, so it'd probably be one of those 'let's work on it together, fight, then have rough make-up sex later'.
Hahahaha, I've typed 'sex' more times these past few chapters, than I've said it in my life hehe hehe.
Blush. XD.
Anyway, immature moment over, on to,
Chapter 11: With You,
Something was up.
Bizarre could tell, call her strange, call her weird, call her an idiot, call her odd, call her Fabio Lanzoni- okay, that last one wasn't true, but no one had to know that.
Buttercup was fidgeting around them, looking back and forth, as if someone was going to mug them at a moment's notice, and Bubbles kept blushing randomly, right after we discover she went wild man on them and tore her perfectly good dress.
Bizarre knew the answer, Buttercup was trying to rob the bar, get all the beer she wanted, but everyone kept looking her way because of the robbery ski mask, even as she tried to hide under peoples' clothes. So she had to create a diversion, show them Bubbles's luscious legs, and it worked! While men rushed from all over the world to gander at the spectacle, Buttercup stuffed her shirt with drinks galore, each poking out oddly. Now Buttercup is a wanted fugitive, and Bubbles has become a world famous leg model.
Okay, it was a theory, in the making, on the spot maybe with the help of watching a News channel-number two involved giggling men and ninjas.
That was also why good fully baked Blossom was leader and not our half baked Bizarre.
(A/N:It's really hard to think when your stomach is having it's own little roller coaster ride in there, gulp, jeeze,) The girls where walking down the street, still early in the night, because Mickey had said the apartment where her and her colleagues were staying was just a corner away. Blossom actually had Bubbles determine whether she was being dishonest on anything, and Bubbles had said no. It was Bubbles who was usually intuit to anything to do with the abilities of the human mind. Not only being able to communicate to any animal, or human language, she could also sort between the wavers of human speech to decode whether something was a lie, which they found out the hard way she could do. She used to drive her sisters crazy because if they said anything other than the truth and nothing but the truth, Bubbles called them out, and it started around their be-tween years. So the Professor would sit them down right next to Bubbles on the couch, like the gun to the temple, and they would have to fess up the jig. (A/N:That'll be important for later, ow...stomach...is churning.)
Why hadn't she told them yet? Buttercup kept thinking in mantra, she had the words rolling on her tongue, but her teeth caged them, and they weren't even whispering through the cracks. Ugh, Buttercup scrambled her hands through her curled hair, now a few tufts of frizzes were tied through the tresses, just as knotty as Buttercup's mind right now. She felt something touch her lips and jumped, then rolled her eyes when she found it was her own fingers. Damn it, damn Rowdyruffs, like damn brain ninjas, damn me not reacting, damn bar, damn, damn, damn.
"Did you dance Bizarre? I didn't see you anywhere." Blossom asked, breaking her conversation with Mickey who was leading the fray.
Bizarre mockingly laughed," When I dance, they don't call it dancing. They call it 'injury'. Remember last time? The Professor actually took me to the hospital and asked if I had broke something. Oh, 'help that poor dear', 'is she going to live', 'put this child out of her misery', and those are a few quotes, sister dear."
Blossom tried to cover the laugh by pinching her cheek with her hand on the opposite side of Bizarre's standing.
"Right...I remember, it was for a Christmas musical play at school. It was our first year with you wasn't it?"
"More like the initiation of 'how much internal pain can you survive in one day'."
Blossom's eternal jeering froze, and she turned to look at Bizarre, who had gone to the back, trailing behind Buttercup, who was duck billing her lips like they were a newly discovered body part.
Yeah, maybe she hadn't been with her new family that long, but it was the first time in her beginning life anything had went wrong. Bizarre kept remembering the laughing faces afterward, not even stringed to familiar faces, just expressions. And sometimes how it was pointedly obvious how she wasn't around to be with her sisters as long as they had.
They were the roots, she was just the bizarre addition that sometimes felt subtracted.
Like when they talked about evils they faced before she was born, or the lessons, or the adventures, that section of the photo album without a hair of white. The small portion that did. If the whole truth of it all was told, the girls were her mothers, her creators, not the Professor.
She was the impromptu adoption, not even a Powerpuff, no, that was the name of the superheros, they were now just the 'Utonium's has-been girls', she didn't belong in that era of their lives.
And she never could be.
Blossom couldn't get herself back into the groove of the conversation with Mickey, even walking into her apartment building trying to find her room number, but luckily she didn't have to pretend for long, Mickey just spread her arms as if hugging the world, and claimed,
"And we, girls, are here!"
Crummy, like the crust of bread, it was a good size room, with streamers on the wall, a full length table of snacks, a chocolate fountain, and half limping balloons.
Blossom took one look, heard nothing, and grinned with hands on her hips,"It's perfect!"
"Well, I wouldn't be so-oh, hi! Blossom, I'd like you to meet a good friend of mine, Cheshire."
She was first introduced, saying a hello to the shaved haired girl in front of them, then naming each of her sisters, the girl worked her hand out of cups and plates in her arms to wave hello.
"Well, isn't that odd, all of you girls' names start with a 'b', is that just a family tradition?" Cheshire asked, nearly dropping a cup, when Bubbles was holding it faster then anyone could blink. Cheshire only cradled her things tighter and accepted the dropped item back.
"Wow, if I had reflexes like that," Cheshire mumbled, taking the objects to the table and stacking them up.
"Anyway, as I was saying, it most likely won't be peaceful for long."
"What do you mean?" Blossom asked.
"Well...we only set up the basics, most of the students are coming, and bringing who they want. We've been here for months, and it's the only sort of excitement on Fridays for our deprived college guys, so...It gets a little wild."
Blossom could feel the headache coming back," How wild?"
Someone screamed at the top of their lungs, and another unknown object was crashed to the ground. At first, a few people had came, carrying coolers and different food, then came more. It was like a factory multiplying them over and over from the outside, they all looked the same and acted just that way.
Like crazy animals.
"This isn't wild, it's psychotic!" Blossom yelled over the noise, clutching her grape flavored drink in a red solo cup closer to her chest, avoiding some mountain of a hulk stampeding near her. She had no idea how such a tiny apartment room could hold this many people, something her logical brain just wasn't getting grip of. Her and Mickey were cramped in a corner, near the food table, and Mickey was only laughing, cheering when everyone did a group cheer and raising her cup like a toast. She laughed loudly and pulled bangs out of her eyes.
"Pft, yeah, get a bunch of hormonally challenged boys together, been held from their natural party instinct all week, phew," Mickey pretended to be fanning her face," talk about mass chaos."
Blossom had almost thought it would have been better to stay at the bar.
A figure sat on a foldaway chair behind the food table, seriously having a alcohol draining and sanity one just to mix in it. Buttercup slugged the wall behind her with her hand, she was going to have to tell Blossom soon.
It'll be too soon.
Buttercup looked around, trying to hone on the voice, but then figured out it was her own, she wasn't thinking that. She couldn't be. Buttercup slouched over and locked her hands through her hair, nose touching her knees, what was going wrong with her?
Something peach colored went by, and Blossom didn't know what it was, until they came back, and jumped up, then ran off.
Naked.
As a new born baby.
Blossom's mental gears started to over heat, twitching as if gum was sticking them together, and she turned to Mickey,"What the hell was that?!"
Mickey looked over Blossom's shoulder to see the same sight, only not near as surprised,"Oh, that guy?"
"Is their any more streaking I need to blindfold myself against?!" Blossom was all but a tomato herself, her face feeling as if she'd smashed it against the sun.
Mickey shrugged,"He's not a streaker. I don't even know him, he just comes to our parties randomly. I haven't seen him with clothes on yet. Most girls wonder what a guy looks without clothes, I personally wonder what he looks like with them..."
"I...what?"
"Do you think it's kinky for him to be WITH clothes, since it's normal for him to be without?"
"He..you..."
Blossom tried to look away, she really did, but her eyes kept flicking back.
"Don't look Blossom!" Mickey yelled.
Too late, Blossom had already been mooned.
Blossom's mouth was hitting the floor, and she kept looking back and forth between Mickey and the full moon of the night, standing proud right next to them, then he skipped off.
"Oh good gravy," Blossom hoped to any deity that her hair was draping over hair face right now, or else she might as well grab a shovel and start digging her grave out of pure unadulterated embarrassment.
Mickey busted out hysterically," It's funny, 'cause that's exactly what happened to me last time! I tell ya', I have never seen anyone more proud of their physique than that guy. Oh, wait, I remember he wore one thing one time, and that was a buffalo hat."
Blossom shook her head, descending it into her hands and then her shoulders started to shake. Mickey then grabbed her shoulder and clicked her tongue.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I know it can be quite traumatizing at first. Don't worry, I thought I was blind because of the brightness of his pale creamy skin, shining brighter than a thousand suns,"
The quaking shoulders quickened.
Mickey patted her back," I know, I know, cry out the horror, it's okay, perfectly normal after experiencing that."
Blossom's head shot up, tears were streaming down her eyes, but because she was laughing so hard, and couldn't gain back her breath," How many times has this happened, you're acting like you have experience in this." Blossom's eyes were squinting at her cheeks curving upward for her half smile, half pain oxygen deprived lungs. Then she calmed down, putting her free hand on her chest and still smiled.
"Wow, never thought when I'd come to Tokyo I'd be that scared without even seeing a horror movie (or Buttercup's fist coming towards me)."
Mickey nodded her head on the afterward conciliation, and then, looked over her shoulder, some of her dark hair tickling Blossom's nose.
Then Mickey said something that would haunt Blossom's dreams.
"Hey, who's that running with him?"
Blossom's head turned, almost in slow-mo, unsure if she really wanted to see the truth.
The cup dropped, all the contents barely spotting her high heel shoes.
"Biz-arre! You get your clothes back on!"
They fell debilitated from the hairs on their heads to the tips of their toes, on the cream colored bed back at the hotel. In the order of Bubbles on the far left, then Buttercup, then Bizarre, then Blossom, Bubbles's hair landed on her stomach, her right leg inclined up to poke Buttercup's knees. Buttercup's arms were above her, and Bizarre was spread eagle, with arms over Blossom's and Buttercup's stomach, legs over legs, Blossom's before straight hair now slightly frizzed and spilled half off the side of the bed, under Bizarre, and over the fuchsia decorators on pillows. Clothes askew and faces momentarily contented with the heavenly cushion of the mattress.
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"Totally."
"Doesn't even cover it."
It was half three in the morning, stars shying away from the high lights, a lonely cloud shrouded the quarter ashen moon, and the girls were feeling the unburden of no boundaries. Bubbles was the first one to sit on her side, facing her sisters, and supporting her head in her hand as the mattress dipped from the new position. Bubbles pulled the tassels of her now skirt lower around her thighs, as the movement tugged it up.
"So girls, how was it tasting the American pie?"
"I didn't get a slice big enough." Bizarre said, playing with Blossom's hair that was on her side.
Blossom rolled her eyes,"That's what you say no matter what we eat."
Buttercup blew a strand of hair of her eye lid,"Hm. I could go for something solid to eat. All I've had is drinks and some of Bubble's popcorn. I think my stomach is about ready to go cannibal."
All three of the girls around her shuffled away, and Buttercup scowled," Girls, even if I did convert, I would at least start with people other than you three. Besides,"
Buttercup's right eyebrow raised as she looked around,"I'm pretty sure I'd be the best tasting of you all."
"And why's that?" Blossom asked deciding there was nothing to do.
"Well, according to Bizarre, Blossom could feed an entire village,"
Blossom finally smacked the side of Bizarre's face, who looked shell-shocked,"I didn't say that!"
"I know, but I couldn't reach Buttercup, it was the next best thing. Pass it on."
"Gladly!" Bizarre smacked Buttercup, who didn't hardly feel it, and smacked Bizarre back, who had two red hand prints on each cheek.
"That wasn't fair..."
"Life's not fair. You know. I bet you'd taste like a chocolate candy Easter bunny, Bizarre." Buttercup said.
Bizarre, while rubbing her cheek, asked," Why's that?"
"Because when I would bite into your head, I'd discover nothing filling in that space. I would be disappointingly unsatisfied."
Bizarre's bottom lip poked out in an exaggerated pout," Well, I always fancied myself to be quite tasty..." She mumbled to herself. Bubbles started to giggle.
Buttercup then turned her head to look at her, as her slowly starting to unwind curls ringing around her ear and mouth,"And the infamous sweet Bubbles, I bet you'd taste just like you act, a cavity producing piece of candy."
"Well I think you'd taste like a sour sour gummy, because you're so tough you'll stick in my teeth." Blossom countered in Bubbles's defense.
"Blossom, I think you'd taste like a strawberry." Bubbles happily joined.
"I think you'd all taste like a bunch of nuts." Bizarre flailed her arms above her,"Stop talking about eating each other, it's creepy."
"Bizarre's right, let's all agree never to become main dishes, or dessert in Bubble's case, for the sake of how we each think we'll taste bad."
"Maybe Buttercup just has bad taste buds." Bubbles stuck her tongue out, and since bored, Buttercup stuck hers too.
"Now children," Blossom started, and they all laughed.
"How do we get on these topics?" Bubbles asked laughing.
"Ah. After our first night of the complete opening of Pandora's box." Blossom said, picking on the end's of her hair. Buttercup, Bubbles, and Bizarre all looked back and forth between each other.
"Who's this 'Pandora' Blossom?" Bizarre asked.
"Never mind."
"Well...I had a pretty good time." Bubbles sighed, almost dreamily.
Buttercup didn't answer.
Bizarre did a secretive grin and Blossom shot her a glare,"Well, Someone, decided to let a little too much 'fun' get to her."
"It wasn't serious." Bizarre's grin couldn't have been slapped off her face.
"Ugh, it was like riding on those tightly cramped rides at the amusement parks that used to come around Townsville. Never ending, plain wrong, and way too much."
"You mean the one that slams you on those ninety degree turns and the person next to you is elbowing your spleen?" Buttercup asked.
Blossom rolled her eyes, but Bizarre beat her to the finish line," Yup. You go on strangers, you come out either best friends or with a child."
"Really?" Bubbles looked momentarily horrified.
"No Bubbles, not really. It's just a joke." Blossom clarified.
"Tell that to the guy that comes out charged with welfare checks." Buttercup answered.
"What?" Bubbles was now alarmed and alert.
"Yup. I once saw a pair of strangers go on the same ride," Bizarre started.
"And then they came out knowing everything about each other, even if they didn't want to," Buttercup caught on the the egging of the joke on Bubbles.
"And that's how their twins were made."
Bubbles gasped,"Really? And no one saw? Shameless!" Bubbles cuddled into the pillow above her.
Buttercup and Bizarre chuckled, but Blossom shook her head,"No Bubbles, they were just joking about how close you are forced to be near people on amusement rides."
"Joke-Terminator."
"Yeah, Blossom, since when did you become a murderer?"
Bubbles sighed loudly,"You guys think I'm just naive Bubbles, don't you?"
Everyone locked eyes, and the three yessed.
"I'm not talking to you three for the rest of the night!" Bubbles only crossed her arms over her pillow, trying to appear defiant, which looked funny because it made her chin fatten up.
Everyone only looked at her, as she expected them to ask for forgiveness.
"Eh, she'll crack." Buttercup said and everyone looked back at the ceiling. Bubbles's 'angry face' came back and she put her pillow onto her face and layed back down, determined not to make a sound.
Bizarre then shifted uncomfortably after a moment.
"Uh...hey girls?" Everyone said some soft of acknowledgment, except Bubbles, who was still playing the silent game.
"I can tell you all anything right?"
"Of course, Bizarre."
"Only if it doesn't involve anything mushy."
Blossom kicked at Buttercup, and only assaulted Bizarre, who almost consumed her entire bottom lip and scrunched her face. Blossom still had on the high heels, if curses of every letter from a to z, even made up ones, weren't going through Bizarre's head right now, thoughts of her leg being amputated sure were.
"I'm okay..." She uttered in an pained voice.
"I didn't ask." Buttercup said.
"Sorry." Blossom admitted,"What were you going to say?"
"Maybe I shouldn't say anything if you're just going to beat me over it..." Bizarre rubbed the wounded area with her other foot's toe, surprised Blossom hadn't severed it in two.
Those heels could be dangerous weapons.
"Hm, joke-killer, evil in heels, you're becoming just like Princess, Blos'" Buttercup looked mildly unsurprised.
'That. Is. Not. My. Name! And if you say that again, I will directly put you in an uncomfortable, undesirable, painful, unfathomable-"
"Just do it, just listening to you is already torturing enough. Your using words that would even put a dictionary to sleep, get with your age, Blos' 'Som."
"I'm eighteen!"
"So am I, and I haven't heard those from anyone, but you."
"What is it with you girls insulting me? I'm smarter, so what? I study! I'm a little fuller figure! So what? I somehow find the pounds that's suppose to be Bizarre's, and the knowledge you three don't absorb as well, why is it such a crime? So I have freakishly long hair, so? I happen to like my hair that way! So what if I dress like a worn torn mother that has a few rambunctious kids? So. Fucking. What?" Blossom's throat suddenly went raw, and she panted a few times, glaring hatefully,"I was born that way. and it is unfair and unjustly for you people to ridicule me for aggrandizing my espousal of articulation!"
Her mind was going on fumes now, and the words memorized from a thesaurus and multiple books.
"I'm jealous."
"What?"
"I can't gain weight. Look at me, I'm skin and bones, I don't even have to biological nerve to grow what's suppose to be there. Hah, see, I'm learning, biological. I eat and eat, wait and wait, and all I get is more stomach grumbles." Bizarre looked downcast, grabbing a hand of Blossom's and giving an apologetic squeeze.
"I...can't get myself out as well as you. I know my limits. Half the time, I can't get my words past the five letter limit. You know how I used to get so angry my words would cut short, and I couldn't finish? I hated how you could describe it so perfectly, and in so many different ways..." Buttercup sighed, as if admitting it took away a little of her pride, she did though, refuse to grab Bizarre's hand, until forced to do so.
Bubbles was silent at first, but slowly pulled the pillow off her face and held it close to her chest as if it would protect her, baby blue eyes rimmed with same colored tears," I wanted your hair. How it could grow so slick and shiny, and I would have to use care product after care product to get it even close. So I wanted to cut it off, almost always. I love you though, Blossom you're my sister, whether you magically became bald or not."
Bubbles connected the line with Buttercup's only other hand, who groaned.
"I said no mushy stuff you guys."
Between sobs or two, they laughed, and held hands tighter.
"Well, since we're going through sob stories, anyone else want to get anything of their chests? Mine 's not big enough to hold any." Bizarre wiped away a tear with her thumb, one eye opened, the other still wet.
"Shut up Bizarre. Having anything there isn't all it's cracked up to be." Buttercup tried to man up, not willing to let anything get past her tear ducts.
"I wish people would give me a chance to prove I'm not as innocent as I look." Bubbles stated, shrugging her shoulders and laying back down on her pillow, direction towards her sisters.
"Why wouldn't you want to be innocent?" Blossom asked.
"Because people doubt you, or don't think you as strong, or smart, or anything. Suddenly you're labeled against your will. Just innocent, bubbly Bubbles."
"No one thinks I can be normal for a day." Bizarre added.
Everyone seemed to be thinking,"You can't be." Buttercup said.
"I know, but I thought in the moment of angst you would say I could be..."
"You could be. There ya' go."
Bizarre weakly smiled,"Smartypants."
"I'm sorry."Buttercup was surprisingly the first one to commence in the apologies.
Bubbles followed," Me too. I promise never to bug you about your hair Blossom, or your weirdness Bizarre, or your terrible attitude Buttercup..."
Bizarre nodded," Yeah Blossom, you have beautiful thunder thighs, don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
Blossom smacked Bizarre again, but then smiled,"You're so weird Bizarre."
"Making a livin' on it, and apparently a death on it too." Bizarre rubbed her cheek, might as well ask,"Should I pass it on to Buttercup?"
"Only if it'll make you happy."
Smack.
Back smack.
"And so we are back where we started." Buttercup narrated.
The girls laughed, as Bizarre also slightly teared up at the stinging, cheek swollen and hand imprinted.
It was a navy blue darkness, the panorama window view washing a blanket over the hotel furniture, and the four lumps under the covers. Everyone too tired to strip, slumbering away fully dressed and uncleaned make-up. Snoring away in dreamland though having a battle to the death over covers and space.
Buttercup was snug as a bug in a rug because either way it went, she was under, and so was Bizarre. Blossom however, was tugging the blanket back, satisfied when it's lukewarm heat radiated on her toes, then Bubbles would shiver, and grope around until she grabbed the stolen cover, dragging it back. It was a never ending tug of war. Then Bubbles was trying to recover the blanket, when she accidentally grabbed Buttercup's shirt, strength unshielded from control, she easily pulled Buttercup body over hers, who continued snoring even while being used as Bubbles's cover for her feet and legs. Blossom happily asserted herself comfortably under the heat. Until Bubbles found her new covers to be unsatisfactory and threw Buttercup off, who still slept soundlessly. Bubbles then looked around again, edging towards Bizarre, then deciding she was he knew comfort accessory, threw her where Buttercup's occupancy was. Bubbles frowned in her sleep, then threw Bizarre somewhere on the bottom edge of the bed, then kicked her off pouting.
Then she found gold.
Right after she shoved Blossom off the bed of course.
Everyone still slept away, as Bubbles only all too blissfully wrapped herself like a burrito and caught some z's.
Buttercup woke up around five in the morning, the world upside down, with her legs trailing up the wall, laying on the floor.
"What the..." She sniffed,"What smells like feet?"
Bizarre had a similar experience, only with her facing the city, face suctioned on the panorama glass window, with drool going from her mouth to the floor. She was laying belly flop with her behind in the air as if she'd been kicked.
Blossom woke up sideways, with half herself on the bed and the other half laying on the floor,"What in this world...?"
All three girls sat up, looking at each other. Brown met pink, then pink met green, then green met brown, they all looked at the middle of the bed, a burrito with blonde pigtails. So, with sleep still crusting their eyes, Buttercup wrapped her arms around the burrito, and brought it with her to stand in front of the bedroom doorway, then unwrapped Bubbles in one snap of the blanket. The blonde rolled out and continued rolling, where, who knows, because the rest of the girls crawled back in bed and became a three way chimichanga.
Ah, competition.
Bonding moments ;) Aren't the beautiful? XD
I thought about mushing BoomerxBlossom romance into the party scene, but my fingers where typing something else before I knew it! Guess it wasn't meant to be for the chapter.
So...how do y'all like this? You know...how I incorporated the OC, and my...so called 'romance scene', it's scratching the surface, I swear! But...I know excuses excuses! Execute me now! Send me in a box labeled 'Timbuktu'! Feed me...if you guys are really angry,
Veggie-ta-bellies!
Ooooh, dramatic faint as spotlight is on me, then I, with melodramatic hands on my heart and head, say how the world is cruel, how I'll never be able to try my last cheesecake, the rich people I never got to scam, and then audience yawns, as the spotlight turns off and people start leaving.
Wait! Where y'all goin' I got cha' romance comin'! Don't leave!
D': Coooooommeeeee baaaaaaack!
