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1) Hooray for our dear Bubbles! We can see that she is starting to get brave in the story and face Prince Boomer, who I don't think hasn't warmed up yet, but he is getting there. :)

2) I've had a hard time trying to lay out Butch's personality in this story. I want him to be a flirt but at the same time I want him to not be interested in that stuff. Idk, I guess we will find out. Oh, he was teasing BC by the way, but we can say he's a bit of a flirt when it comes to mysterious women in the woods. ;)

3) Wink wink nudge nudge. :)

4) Blossom is a beauty, I thought writing about the 45 year old was a bit weird, but I went along with it.

5) Blossom doesn't actually know she dropped her bow, because of her long hair.

6) Dexter may be a big part of this story. ;) I can see why you think there will be some rivalry in the near future...

Guest: Mr. Cooper is pretty funny. :) I think that everyone is beautiful as well, especially the Utoniums. :P


Dear Mother,

I have sad news to tell you. Well- sad news for me at least.

Many people tell me that the Blacksmith's son- Dexter, has fallen in love with me. Of course, I shook that thought away with a laugh, since I had only met him once. That was in a library for a mere moment.

I took it all as a rumour, but yesterday evening I found out that it was true. Dexter had come to our house to introduce himself, and you must know how awkward it was for me during dinner.

Aunt Sedusa isn't helping either- she insisted we banter and flirt and all that. I don't plan on getting married yet, even though I scold my sisters about it. We three all know that neither of us wish to be taken by a man just yet.

I want to become an author mother, I want to become known. No- I want to gain enough money so me and my sisters can live a happy life.

Which is why I have a plan. I'm going to make Sir Dexter regret he ever step foot into the house, make sure he ran as far away as possible from me. Of course, I may need Buttercup as plan C. Yes, plan C. Because plan B involves Bubbles.

I will unleash Buttercup's wrath on him if he doesn't get frightened by the second plan. No worries, I won't do anything too bad. Wish me luck!

Your daughter,

Blossom.


Buttercup:

"Which is why I think that they'll be perfect together-"

I rolled my eyes for the tenth time this morning at my aunt, who stood gleaming proudly as she let out her hopes and ideas for us. I was currently staring at my nails, since Sedusa's face wasn't exactly a pleasant sight.

My two sisters stood in the same room, both equally done with the whole marriage talk.

Aunt Sedusa was currently blabbering on about how if Blossom couldn't get the Princes to fall in love with her (which according to that witch 'won't happen' because 'she's just simply too good to resist'. Blossom didn't exactly take that as a compliment though, instead she scrunched up her nose.) that she'll have to marry Dexter instead.

But the dear witch had high hopes for Bubbles, because according to her tiny piece of brain- Bubbles was already at the point where the Prince is drooling all over her and sending her love letters.

Oh she had no idea...

Luckily for me, I wasn't brought up. Why would I be brought up? I was practically the scariest person in town, no man would dare have the guts to ask for my hand.

Not unless they want me to come after them with an axe in the middle of the night...

I was glad, letting out a sigh of relief as I sneak out of the living room. I don't miss the look Blossom gives me as I walk past out aunt, sending them a smirk. I waved at my sisters silently before hurrying out the door.

The last thing I heard was Sedusa's yapping, before I threw on my cloak and ran to the stables.


Butch:

"Mitch!" I call out, and not a moment later my door creaked open, revealing the brunette.

"Yes you highness?" He asks, bowing down in respect.

I click my tongue, "Where are the letters?" I ask him and he blinks. Jabbing his thumb to the room next door, he smiles sheepishly.

"With Mr. Utonium,"

I let out a sigh, annoyed by the fact that I actually hired that nincompoop to work for me. He always slacked off, and was either sleeping or throwing paper balls at the wall.

"Send him here with the newest letters," I growl, and Mitch nods hurrying off.

I sigh, shutting my eyes as the thought of my next adventure flooded my mind. I had been almost everywhere in the kingdom, where else was left? Although, I hadn't really checked out the west side as much yet...

"You called sir?"

I look up at the gruff voice to see the thin boy at the doorway. In his hands were a few letters, and he yawned out loud. I motion him to come over, and he does so, plopping the letters onto my desk.

I look down at the letters then back up at him, my eyes narrowed.

"You may leave." I instruct, and he shrugs exiting the room.

Ugh, how boring it was acting like I was Brick. I had to use overly complicated words and be superior and blah blah blah- the point was that I felt too mature for my own good.

I'd rather rip up all of these papers and announce a huge party for the guards where we'd have sword fights and challenge to see who was the strongest in the group. Obviously it'll be me though- what would you expect?

But Father and Brick have been breathing on my neck the whole time, making sure I wasn't 'fooling around' or 'having fun while the Kingdom was suffering'. Being a Prince was just to boring sometimes.

I rip open one of the envelopes and read the letter boredlly.

Then, my eyes flash and I straighten up. What the hell was this?!

Finally! Something interesting for once about this job! I haven't had this happen for a while now.

"MITCH!" I call out, folding up the letter once again as Mitch enters the room. He salutes and is all ears, and I order him to fetch all of the men.

Once they had all gathered, I scanned the room full of faces. They all stood straightly, not uttering a word as I eyed them quietly. The door swung open, revealing my newest coworker.

Bruce Utonium grinned, before realizing it wasn't his usual meetings with me. He glances around at the others, then went and stood next to a few of the workers.

"You are all here because we have serious business to take care of," I tell them, standing up. I walk around the room, the men switching glances.

"Sir," One of the men raises his hand, and I motion him to continue.

"Is it a threat to the Kingdom?"

"Yes," I respond, almost too happily. Some noticed, and I put on my somber face to cover up my excitement.

"So tomorrow morning we shall all gather up in groups. Bring your swords and arrows men, I shall inform you on what to do during the time."

Everyone nodded, a slight murmur of conversation going through the group.

"Wait a second!" A voice called out, and we all look to see Mr. Utonium standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. I raise a brow, not pleased on how he blurted out. But I let him continue.

"Yes Mr. Utonium?"

"What is even going on? I don't get it,"

A few older men chuckled at his stupidity, and I smirked at him. "We're going to battle. Isn't that what you wanted?"

"A battle?" He gaped, green eyes wide. "Like- an actual battle?"

"Well, I suppose if wounding others for the sake of your kingdom is called battle than yes. A battle."

"Will it be a big battle?"

"A short battle. Surely you men are trained to fight off a few rascals." I say, giving him a smug look. Compared to those weak looking arms and thin frame, I don't think he'll stand a chance during the fight.

"Of course. I can fight." he said proudly, few people chuckling. He turned to shoot them a glare, to which they shut up.

I rose my brows in amusement.

"Bring your weapons." I remind, "You are all dismissed."

Everyone walked out of the room, except one. I had to sigh at him, seeing him plop down in the guest seat. Clasping my hands together, I place my elbows on my desk. "What else is it that you need Mr. Utonium."

He grinned, "We can bring any weapon right?"

I nod, dismissing the thought away. "Yes yes, bring your little bow and arrow or slingshot. Whatever a little kid like you carries around when going hunting with your father."

A flash of irritation crossed his features and he scoffed.

"A little bow and arrow? I can actually fight you know." He points out, and I try not to laugh at his face.

"Alright, whatever you say. We shall see tomorrow how good your skills are. Now head home."

Muttering something under his breath, he gets up and throws me one last glance, before heading out the door. I look over at the sword under my desk and grin.

A challenge hm?


Brick:

I sighed as I watched Boomer silently paint near the window, the soft wind coming from the open balcony door. I was going through my wardrobe, checking for that piece of paper which kept all of the calculations of the goods sent into the kingdom.

Fishing through my pocket, I felt something smooth under my fingers. I pulled it out to see a red ribbon. Ah, this was from the girl who I bumped into the other day in town. I hope I could return it back to her, seeing it might be important.

Girls value their things a lot right? She must be freaking out over it right now.

Eventually I did find that paper, and as I was reading through it the door open to reveal my younger brother Butch. He threw us a smirk as a greeting and jumped onto the bed. I grimace at the fact he was laying on my bed.

"You seem excited. What, did you fight another guard on the way back home?" I ask, rolling my eyes at the thought.

"Actually," My green eyed brother stated, grinning wider "I didn't."

This caught me off guard, and I narrow my eyes icily. This caused Butch to smirk as he threw me a letter, which I caught just in time. Opening it, I read the words quietly.

My eyebrow cocks up, and I look over at Butch who had his eyes closed now.

"A fight huh? We haven't had those in a while," I tell him and he nods.

"My thoughts exactly. Isn't it great?"

"Great?" I spat. "What's so great about that? It's a threat to our Kingdom,"

The smirk didn't leave Butch's face as he opened his eyes, looking over at me.

"Yeah but when have they ever won?"

He had a point there. Each time there was a threat to our Kingdom, Butch managed to end it in an instance. We've never really had to be under such alarm, since we always managed to win anyways.

I handed the letter back to Butch, nodding at him.

"Well then, I wish you luck."

His mouth curls up into a mischevious grin, and he sticks a hand up to stop me. "No luck needed."

Of course.


Buttercup:

I woke up so early the next morning that it was practically still dark out, grabbing my father's sword and my bow and arrow.

He thought I couldn't fight. Humph, I'll show him.

I wore my loose shirt and pants, putting on the old coat which reached my knees. I was tall, but not at tall as my father.

Grinning, I run out into the stables and grab Ginger, motioning her to take me to work.

When I had gotten there, everyone was already standing. I caught a glimpse of Mitchelson in the crowd, who gave me a small smile. I walked over to him to see he was sharpening his sword.

"Finally getting what you wanted right?" Mitch asks, amusement laced in his words.

I shrug half heartedly, not really sure. I mean sure I loved fighting, but battle? I'd never been in a true battle before.

"You'll be fine. We always anyways."

I look up at him offended. "I am not worried! I'm simply a bit tired from waking up so early in the damn morning!"

He chuckles, shaking his head as me mumbled something under his breath.

"Alright!" A voice spoke confidently from the front, and I peeked to see Mr. Jojo standing there with his arms over his chest. He looked rather different today- something about his appearance...

Ah, it was his clothes. Instead of wearing his usual fancy attire, he was dressed in a plain white long sleeved shirt and black pants. He was wearing combat boots and his hair rather messier than usual.

On his belt was a sheath holding a sword.

"So we all know the rats who came to visit us a while ago hm? Remember our strategy?"

Everyone nodded, except for me of course.

Before I could ask what the strategy was, everyone began to move along. The men began chattering amongst themselves, and I look over at Mr. Jojo to see him get into the carriage.

Sighing, I decide that I'll just ask him later.

We walked there, and some of the men were already tired. I wasn't of course, I ran in the woods every day if I got the chance to. Luckily with my fit body, I managed to keep on my feet.

"TAKE YOUR PLACES!" The green eyed boss yells, everyone getting ready as they hide under the hill. I crouch next to Mitch Mitchelson, who grins as he loads up his gun. I look down at my sheath, suddenly feeling excited.

"The strategy Mitchelson?"

He looks over at me with his dark eyes, and smirks. Before he could open his mouth- a swift sound of metal hit one of the trees, almost hitting him in the face. We look forward to see a group of men standing a few metres away, grinning madly.

Mr. Jojo steps forward, his hands crossed over his chest.

"So we meet again hm?" He calls out to one of them, who removes his hood and scowls.

I gasped silently, instantly recognizing the man. His midnight hair slicked back with a shine, and his sharp fangs stuck out of his mouth. Next to him were his men, all equally as hideous.

The Gang green gang.

"This time, you don't stand a chanceee," One of his men hissed, a thinner and less shorter man. Snake.

"Enough talk! Let us start!" The leader said, who I knew was Ace Copular. I had met him about a year ago while throwing rocks in the river. Him and his group had came over to me and acted perverted and idiotic, earning a fight from me.

Of course, I won. But just barely. I almost fell forward when he was throwing his arrow at me. We had met several times, and each time I gave them a good beating.

I haven't seen them for a while though...

An arrow flew past my face just merely inches away and hit one of the members, who I remembered as Grubber. He dodged it, sending a dark glare at whoever just shot that from side.

And then, the fight started.

I awkwardly walked around, seeing that there was no one who was actually attacking me. Everyone seemed to have their own opponent, but I was the odd one of the group. Compared to last time, instead of only 5 members they had about 20. We had just a bit more than that, but some grouped together to take one.

Everyone charged, the Gang Green Gang pulling out their weapons.

I watch carefully, examining their moves. Big Billy used a sword, also Ace. Snake had a shuriken, Grubber and Little Aruto bows and arrows.

Mr. Mitchelson was currently fighting Big Billy, who was rather a harder match. I watched as he slightly struggled, but still managed to dodge the rather large man's blows.

From the corner of my eye, I see Mr. Jojo. He pursed his lips as he examined the battle field, and then suddenly a shuriken flew over his way.

In a blink of an eye, he stuck his sword up to block the contact. He looks up, forest eyes full of concentration.

I run over to him, and he looks at me just as another blade comes flying our way. "I'll help you!" I state, stepping in front of him. He pushes me over, giving me an irritated look.

"I don't need your help, I can fight myself."

Of course, a stupid man's pride meant more than anything to him.

"But-"

"Go help Mitchelson over there or something! No- go stand by the carriage. That's the least you can do."

I furrow my brows at this, offended that he thought I would be a nuisance. I could fight! I'll show him-

A sword was flung into the air, and I hear the sound of the two metals clash. Turning around, I see Mr. Jojo's sword clashed with Ace's, both glaring at each other darkly.

"Butch Jojo..." The greasy man growls, and Butch smirks.

"Well if it isn't Ace,"

"This time I will not hesitate to kill you," Ace hisses, his eyes flickering over to me for a second.

"And your people,"

I cocked up a brow, not petrified in the least. In fact, I was more excited than fearful. Oh how I wanted to kick his derriere right now.

Ace shoved his sword forward, but Mr. Jojo slashed his sword to block the attack. They continued to fight, a smirk on my boss's face and a scowl on his enemies.

I was so into watching the fight that I barely saw the man run behind Mr. Jojo and ready to slice his back.

"SIR!" I yell, running behind Mr. Jojo and pulling out my sword from it's sheath. I hold it up against the rather thin man, who glares at me seeing I had messed up his secret attack.

Butch Jojo turns to look at me, before having to turn back around since the gang leader had sent another attack, this time towards his stomach.

"Get away! I can do this myself!" He yells, and I suppose it was directed towards me.

I let out a growl in frustration, he was being a jerk. I hated jerks.

"Ah-" A yelp comes from the far side of the field, and I look to see Mr. Mitchelson on the floor clutching his stomach, an arrow through it. I clench my jaw and run over to him, suddenly attacked by the idiot named Grubber.

His little arrow was slashed away by my sword, as I take out my own arrow and sent it straight into his gut. He falls down, letting out a groan. I smirk, jabbing my elbow into the man's stomach as he tried to sneak behind me.

Next was Big Billy, who had already tossed away three men. He looked around for his next prey, his eyes landing on me. Throwing me a mischevious grin, I gagged at his yellow teeth.

His steps shook the ground, and he reached to scoop me up in his arms.

Oh no- I wasn't having any of it. I had already beat them all at least twice, I'm sure I can do it again. Plus, they didn't know that it was secretly me- the girl who had almost cut off their male parts.

"Little one," he acknowledged, and I glare at him.

He swings his sword around and I pull my own out of it's sheath. "Bring. It. On." I challenge, clenching my jaw.

"No Bruce! He's too big of a match for you!" I hear Mitch call out, and I throw him an angry glance.

"What do you mean he's too big for me?! I can defeat him in an instance!" I yell back, earning looks from my team.

I didn't realize the little man grab my leg, stabbing me with his arrow. I clench my teeth, accidentally shooting an arrow out into the distance, and my eyes widened when I realized I had wounded my own team.

"GET THE STUPID KID OFF THE FIELD! HE CAN'T EVEN FIGHT HE'S MAKING US LOSE!" One of the members roared, and I blink as soon as everyone else begins to yell with him.

"SHUT UP!" I scream, kicking Little Aruto off my leg and sending him flying into a tree. I grab two of the shirekans on the floor and toss them over to pin him down onto the tree so he wouldn't mess with me anymore.

Then, I turn over to Big Billy, who sent me a dangerous look. I give him one back.

He raises his arm to lacerate me, but I dodged it and instead spun around to give him a kick in the face. This caused him to tumble down, and I ignored the surprised looks from my team mates.

I needed to concentrate.

I lift my sword and jump into the air, about to land the thin metal into his skin but the man lifted his leg up and kicked me in the gut. Letting out a groan, I fall onto the floor. I roll away as he throws attacks at me, then pull out my bow and arrow and quickly send the slick arrow at him.

"YOU LITTLE RAT!" He roars as the arrow hits his flesh, and he brings up his sword to gash me.

I hiss at the little cut he gives me on my arm just as I roll away, and get up onto my feet. The weapon in my hand was flipped away, and I looked around quickly for something else to attack with.

"BRUCE!" Mitch's voice calls out, and I look to see him roll a metal rod over to me.

I grab it just in time as the tiny man rips himself off of the tree and lunges forward. I hit him across the head, and he instantly passes out. Then, I jump on top of the back of Big Billy, who grunts as he tries to pick me off.

I let out a war cry, seeing Mr. Jojo from the corner of my eye. He was fighting Ace still, but he glanced over at me a few times with his brows furrowed.

That's right you son of a bachelor! I can fight as well!

Raising my metal rod, I slam it onto Billy's head, earning a cry from him as he instantly fell onto the floor. I hop off of him and throw my weapon off to the side, then clap my hands as I look around.

Snake and Grubber had already been taken down by someone else, and all of the other men on the Gang Green Gang's team were all down. Only the leader was left, and he seemed to slightly be struggling.

Mr. Jojo could have easily defeated him, but it seemed as if he was continuing to bother the man just for the fun of it. Finally, he put his sword under Ace's and flipped it over, slipping it out of Ace's hands.

The man's eyes go wide and he looks back at Mr. Jojo, who smirks.

"You were saying that you were going to win?" He asked, earning a death glare from the loser with greasy black hair.

"I will get you..." He hissed, stepping back.

"GET UP YOU FOOLS!" He yelled at his men, who got up in groans. He threw us one last glance, a dark glare at Jojo, and then ran away into the shadows. I blinked as I watched all of the men disappear into the darkness, leaving us.

A long groan broke the silence.

I turned to see one our men on the floor, clutching his arm. Mr. Jojo licks his lips, motioning the carriage driver to help him. "You have all done well," The boss states, and for a moment his eyes flicker over to mine.

I give him a smug look to which he narrows his eyes, but looks away.

"You may all go home now, come to work tomorrow at your usual time. Goodbye."

Everyone laughed and chattered as they talked about the past events of the battle, and I sighed rubbing my arm. My leg was bleeding, there was a hole in my father's pants. Damn it, I will have to sew that up later.

I grabbed my sword which lay on the floor, and let out a breath as I examined it carefully. Luckily there was no scratch, it was still the same as I had last seen it. Only a bit of dirt on it, but after a good clean it would be fine.

It was one of the things which reminded me of father.

I clasp my lips together at the thought of him, a sudden pang of sadness hitting my heart. I missed him, I really did.

"You aren't going home ?"

My eyes flicker up to see the chiseled face of Mr. Jojo, who stood breathing lightly in his slightly opened shirt and dirty pants, a tiny scratch on his cheekbone.

"I-I'm headed home," I croak out, putting the sword into my sheath and packing up my bow and arrow. Swinging it over my shoulder, I look over at my boss who watched me silently. I send him a cocked up brow, to which he crosses his arms.

"What?" I spat, earning a displeased look from me.

"I would like some respect." He strained, and I rolled my eyes.

"What, sir?"

"Where did you learn how to fight like that?" He questioned, earning a smirk from me. I knew he'd regret his words after I showed him what I got.

"I learned from my father," I tell him. Which wasn't exactly true, I learned some from my mother.

Yes, she was a fighter. One of the reasons why my father fell for her, she was the toughest woman he had met. But she had a kind heart, one of the purest people in the Kingdom.

"I see," Mr. Jojo says, before clearing his throat.

"Jeffrey! I will be going home now," He informs the driver, who nods and opens the carriage door for him to enter.

Mr. Jojo tosses me one last glance, before stepping into the carriage.

"Good work today," I hear him say, and I slowly smile. Of course, they wouldn't have won without me.

I watch as the dark red carriage rides off into the distance, before I rip off my beard and let out a long sigh. Gosh that was annoying, I felt like scratching my whole face off!

I suddenly gasped- realizing I should be home by now. Today Blossom's admirer would be coming, and I had to see what my older sister had planned. It was going to be rather amusing-

I couldn't wait.


Blossom:

Aunt Sedusa had made me dress up into a frilly pink dress, which practically dragged around me on the floor. My hair was up into a neat bun, and I left two long pieces of hair at the sides of my face.

I didn't wear any makeup besides a little bit lip stick, since my eye lashes already were dark enough.

Now I nervously waited for Mr. Dexter to arrive, my hands practically sweating.

Bubbles was still at work, and Buttercup hadn't yet come back home. I hoped at least someone was here with me, besides my aunt and Dexter. But I guess I had to carry my plan by myself anyways, so no need-

A knock was heard.

Blimmey! He is here!

I flatten out my dress and peek out of the room to see my aunt running over to the door, overly joyed. She opened it to reveal a beaming red head, who looked around for me.

"Sir Dexter! What a pleasure to see you again!" Aunt Sedusa cooed, letting the man in.

Dexter let out a laugh, a rather weird one at that. "Where is Miss Blossom if I may ask?"

He already did ask.

Gosh I was acting like Buttercup, I needed to control my rudeness. Actually-

"I'm here!" I yell, rather loudly. My aunt raises a brow at me, but doesn't say anything. Dexter looks up at me, the smile stretching widely across his face.

"Miss Blossom!"

"T'is me," I say boredlly, rolling my eyes. He reaches out and kisses my hand, and I felt bile raise in my throat. Aunt Sedusa gushes as she leaves us two be, and I sigh.

I pull my hand back, secretly rubbing it against my dress as I offer a small smile.

Dexter takes this as a sign of love and blushes multiple shades of pink. I wonder if he'll manage to get my faveourite shade of colour on there...

"Yes so um sir Dexter... let us go to the garden," I state, and he nods slowly.

"Yes yes! We shall go to the garden-" He agrees, opening the door for me as we head out. I awkwardly walk next to him, clearly noticing him tremble in nervousness.

"S-So Miss Blossom," He began, as I looked around the garden. The flowers had grown beautifully once again this year.

"I met you a while back at the library. And that day I felt my heart flutter at the sight of you. I couldn't keep it in any longer and decided to confess my feelings. I am so glad we are here today,"

I nod quietly, as he hands me something.

"Here," He smiles, showing off his teeth. I take the letter from his hands, about to open it when suddenly he placed his hands over mine to stop me.

"Not right now, I wish for you to read it later tonight," He states, and I blink.

I suppose I will then...

"So um sir Dexter, please tell me about yourself..." I state awkwardly, and he nods was too eagerly.

"Yes of course! I am the only son of the Blacksmith, I am 20 years old and have a sister named DeeDee. She's not exactly important, a bit looney."

So far he seemed like a normal man, but I still didn't want to be his wife.

I look over at the trap set up for him and my mouth curls into an evil smile. We walk over to where I wanted him, and I watch as he trips over the watering can and falls into the fountain.

I let out a gasp, and he lets out a scream exclaiming he couldn't swim.

He didn't need to swim to get out of a fountain...

"M-Miss Blossom!" He exclaims, and I shake my head letting out a dramatic gasp.

"Oh no Sir Dexter! I shan't get my dress and hands dirty helping you, that is just horrid! You do it by yourself!"

He glances down at his wet clothes and lets out a sigh, wobbling out of the fountain. I let out a scream as I look away, trying my best to act as rude as ever.

"I can't look at you! The sight of you is just so utterly horrid-" I state, and he nods stepping away.

"I-I shall be on my way home! I am terribly sorry Miss!" He states, running off.

I lower my arms and grin slowly, looking back down at the watering can on the grass. Success! I had driven away the man. Surely now he wouldn't come back, after that embarrassment and rude treatment.


Bubbles:

I let out a tired sigh as I lean against the wall, my hands slightly sore from holding the bucket so long.

My hair was a mess and my appearance probably was as well, and I felt like collapsing any moment. But I held myself up, clenching my teeth as I moved along the hall. I knelt down and began to scrub the floor, humming quietly in order to make myself feel better.

After finally finishing up the last hallway, I get up onto my feet and smile in relief.

Suddenly one of the doors open, revealing Prince Boomer who held a tray of paints in his hands. He throws me a look, eyes darkening as I smile softly over to him.

"Your Highness," I say, bowing down in respect.

I hear a scoff come from him and his eyes travel down to the bucket and rag in my hand, before he looks down at the floor. His mouth twists in distaste as he stares at his reflection of the floor.

Then he does something cruel.

Dropping his tray, he splatters the wet paint all over the floor. I let out a gasp, and he looks over at me with a scowl.

"Clean this at once," He orders, before going back into his room.

I bite my lip from bursting out in tears, seeing all my hard work gone to waste. I remembered Blossom's wise words and let out a huff as I realized I shouldn't let him get to me.

He was only trying to get on my nerves.

My knees fell onto the floor, and I clasped my lips shut tight as I put a strand of hair behind my hair. Grabbing the rag, I began to clean the floor once again.


Bubbles:

My hands pained as I twisted the cloth above the bucket to dry it from the water.

I let my eyes wander across the floor, seeing no sign of any more paint. I pick up the paint tray and head over to Prince Boomer's room, knocking on the door. There was no response, and I rub my eye as I wait for him to open the door.

The door creaks open to reveal the stone faced Prince, who scowled at me. I offer him his tray, and could barely smile due to my exhaustion.

"Here you go your Highness," I say, and he snatches it away. Looking over at the clean floor, his lips thin out.

"You took forever. Next time clean it faster,"

I nod, biting down on my lower teeth as I try to control the yawn coming from my mouth. He slams the door shut and I sigh, picking up my cleaning materials and heading downstairs.

After emptying the bucket and placing the cleaning tools back into their place, I turned around only to be startled by a pair of cold brown eyes.

"You just finished?" Kiara asked, her tone empty.

I nodded, seeing she was almost like Prince Boomer. She snarled, stepping aside as I washed my hands, and grabbed my coat. I offer her a soft smile, to which she narrows her eyes.

"Where are you going? You are to stay for night shift today,"

Before I could respond, a voice cut in between.

"Leave her Kiara, I will take the night shift." I sigh in relief seeing Bunny standing there confidently with her arms crossed over her chest. Kiara purses her lips before walking away.

"Thank you," I say in a mere whisper to Bunny, who shakes it off and pats my back.

"You head home Bubbly, your look exhausted."

I nod, bidding her goodbye before heading out the door.


"Bubbles!" My older sister's voice exclaims as soon as I enter the bedroom.

I look over at Blossom and Buttercup, who seemed relieved to see me. Blossom immediately ran up to me and attacked me into a hug, one which I almost fell asleep in due to it's warmth.

"You took more longer than usual! What happened?" She asked, her pink eyes searching my face.

I sniffle, offering a soft smile. "I had to clean the floors," I croak out, and Buttercup clenches her fists.

"Why are they making you work so hard? I swear if I see that stupid head maid-"

"It's alright," I laugh gently, "They are only testing me to see if I am a good maid or not," I tell them, and both of my sisters frown.

"But they are tiring you out. I must speak with them and tell them to-"

I cut Blossom off before she could continue any further.

"T'is alright. I am fine Blossom. This is my job, I am not complaining." I assure, grabbing her hands softly.

Blossom still seemed worried, but she didn't say anything. I was glad, because if she said anything else I would have let my walls crumble down. I was exhausted and stressed, but I wouldn't give up.

If Prince Boomer wanted a fight, a fight was what he was going to get.

I was going to defeat him with kindness.


Buttercup had a little battle? Bubbles is being treated badly by the youngest Prince of the Jojo's? Blossom is managing to get rid of Sir Dexter?

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