11: Stubborn ~
The fiery sky embraced her sisters with golden ribbons as they melted into their seats. It looked warm and inviting, especially as her sisters seemed so calm and peaceful as the sunrays lulled them to sleep.
But she was stuck on the opposing side of the seating plan, away from the window. The shadows followed up her legs, around her waist and across her head, leaving only mere scratches of sunlight to circle her arms. She sighed, feeling the coldness in the air thicken in the corner she sat in by herself.
But, she wasn't really by herself now, was she?
Bubbles cocked her head to the side, ogling at the tanned young man seated next to her.
Roland.
He was a young adult, about 18 years of age and around 5'9". His brown hair fell in a cascade down the side of his face, wrapping his high cheek bones. Bubbles could faintly see a brownish glow resonating from his eyes. His eyes were bistre with ripples of light hazel.
He seemed like a nice guy, in her opinion, based on his attitude earlier.
She let out an annoyed stream of breath while leaning back into the cushioned airline seat. While sitting up, she could make out figures from the corner of her vision—the others in the opposite isle and one row back. It irked her just feeling their presence, let alone visibly seeing them. But she let her mind fly elsewhere, not wanting to take away from the serenity of the flight. Bubbles recalled the initial arrival, and how anticlimactic it was, contrary to her previous belief. She expected more disruptions and anger. If anything, it was too calm.
She remembered how Roland had been waiting at the airport doors, maintaining patience alongside a chocolate-haired woman. The girls had shown up late, as Blossom refused to step foot from the gate area without a latte of some sort. Surprisingly enough, Miss Organization was willingly late for a flight. Bubbles could understand in this situation, though.
The rivalry between the RowdyRuff Boys was intense, and for unknown reasons. She assumed that the cause was that the boys were, undoubtedly, strong –maybe stronger. It fueled them to be on guard when dealing with them. They couldn't falter; not even for a second. Despite years spent without a single sight of the boys, the hatred carried on, even without a recent reason or grudge.
If anyone should be holding a grudge, Bubbles believed the right should go to Brick, and his younger brothers. She found it safe to adopt that as the motive of the girls' long-time fear of them, and what they were capable of doing with the anger they must've held.
After some time of waiting in line at the airport's Starbucks, the trio found their way to the runway, snacks in hand, where an unfortunately familiar group stood alongside some unfamiliar company.
Bubbles found herself eyeing not her own counterpart, but the oldest of the brothers first. He had grown up most since the last time her and her sisters last laid eyes on them. He seemed to be missing his signature red snapback. His maroon locks were big and messy, and resembled a ball of fire on his head the way it danced in the wind. His crimson eyes were haunting, filled with intense emotion, while his eyelashes were long and dark. Bubbles became lost in his eyes, and felt a twinge of fear in her heart as she saw how much they reminded her of pools of blood from a horror movie that scarred her when she was a child.
He didn't seem to be focused on a specific sibling, his eyes were unmoving and glued forward where Blossom stood, but it felt like his gaze went right through her. Bubbles turned to meet her older sister's glance. She was scowling back at him, keeping a stern and steady posture. Bubbles expected no less from her intellectual superior. But she could feel the hesitation in Blossom's scrutiny; her amaranth eyes twitched faintly and she put in such effort to be fierce with each step. On the other hand, Brick was sturdier than a boulder. He broke not a sweat, and his features were calm and relaxed. It seemed that his normal face and stature was more intimidating than her sister's most immense efforts.
Bubbles visibly shuddered after taking in the elders' current standings, and put her attention elsewhere.
Butch stood to his older brother's side, arms folded impatiently in front of his toned chest. His thick black locks swept messily across his face as he lazily brushed them to the side with a swift movement of his head. His Lincoln green eyes flickered as he straightened himself out, preparing to finally enter the plane. He let out a single sardonic chuckle before wasting no time boarding the aircraft, giving Blue no time to view him physically. She bit her lip, watching as his tall figure vanished into the depths of the blue-carpeted isle. She could only imagine his personality based off of what she was lucky enough to see from him. She presumed that he had discovered an irritation in waiting for her and her sisters to arrive. Her suspicions were confirmed as the lone lady spoke suddenly, gaining attention from everyone.
"He's been waiting- We all have, since we couldn't sit down without your presence here." She was stern, spoke with a bitter tongue. From the far right, Buttercup gulped, wondering just how much yelling she'd be hearing. Blossom had already lectured her during the long distance travel from the car to the airport. Apparently, making a sly remark about Robin's "dysfunctional" family wasn't a clever thing to do in Blossom's company. Nevertheless, Buttercup knew that she wouldn't be able to hold her tongue if the mystery woman lectured her as if she was in a familiar and comfortable position to do so, and she wasn't about to be the one to ruin this experience for her sisters either-
-At least not yet.
The woman opened her glossed lips again, and Bubbles braced herself. Not for the words that might come from their superior other, but for the phrases that might exit her jade-eyed sister.
"Ladies, now that you're here, let's get on this damn thing already! These heels are killing my feet!" She moaned and ran on ahead of them. Blossom bore such a look that one would think her brain cells died while Buttercup struggled to contain a laugh of relief. Bubbles meekly spoke on her sisters' behalf. "Why don't you take them off then?" The chocolate tresses whipped around as she stopped half way up the matted steps. "'Take them off?'" She stared incredulously. "Girl, these are Prada!" She beamed brightly as she adjusted her blue rimmed specs and sashayed into the airplane.
Bubbles felt the grin tugging at the corners of her lips. Right then, she knew that her sisters would enjoy that woman's company on this trip with their worst nightmares.
Boomer sat by the open isle. He rested his weary head on his arms as his brothers remained still and quiet beside him. Brick had long since fallen asleep, leaving only him and the middle child awake and thinking. He could feel the rumbling of the airplane below his feet during the whole flight, but through the rough turbulence he could easily notice the tapping vibrations from the feet diagonal from his. Instinctively, his duke blue eyes followed up the legs, continued to the waist and trailed all the way to the slender face of his caregiver. Her piercing turquoise eyes were already staring right back into his.
"What are you thinking, Maya?" He muttered with an uninterested voice. Maya continued to stare worrisomely at his face. Her hand was posted up below her chin, almost the same as him, and she seemed to be staring off into space. Maya was in her own crazy world again, and Boomer wanted no part of it. Today, he was tired with a side of unexpected misery. He constantly questioned why they were in a plane instead of just flying themselves, and Brick had gotten such an earful of pointless ponders that he passed out before they were even twenty feet in the air. Boomer looked upon his brother's sleeping form, feeling a tint of remorse for overworking him all the time.
Maya let out a sigh. "You seem troubled, Boomie." She purred as she moved her hand to grab a glass wedged in a cup-holder. Boomer rolled his eyes as she slurped away and turned his head away from her. "Must you call me that?" He murmured softly as to not wake up his brother. He heard Butch in his right ear snickering at the pet name. "But it's cute!" She cheered as she set down her colourful drink and leaned closer.
"What's gotten you so down, though?" She softened. "I'm tired, but I have too much on my mind to sleep." He answered, facing Maya slightly. Butch's eyes lit up with interest as he began to tune in to the conversation. "I think something bad is going to happen." He admitted and slumped into his chair.
"Yeah," a darker voice erupted from the corner of the seats. "We're gonna die." Maya glared at Butch as he stated the morbid suggestion with a matter-of-factly voice. Boomer sighed and closed his eyes, slumping deeper into the cushion.
Maya patted Blue on the leg sympathetically and advised him to sleep. He did, after some time, and Maya instantly grew irate. "Son of a pickle, Butch! What is wrong with you!?"
He smirked at her, chuckling darkly. "It's the truth. Those girls don't give a rat's ass about us. I'm almost sure they've been trying to kill us themselves." He was bold, brash and cold. "This ends badly for us no matter what. We're evil. We're criminals!" He snapped, letting the rage consume his voice. "It's either we are dead, or locked up forever! We'll never see the light of day regardless, so why lie to him?" His body was tense and his fists shook with anger. "Why lie to ourselves?" His jaw locked and he turned away, sharply ending the borderline one-sided conversation.
Maya took him in; every fibre of him she studied. The way he dressed, the way he spoke and carried himself, even the way he brushed his hair. He stalked the Earth with a malevolent undertone. He left anyone who crossed him emotionally or physically scarred. He would never let anyone one-up him. Butch was a young man who used strength to get by in life, and she watched as he glared daggers out the window and at the clouds below him. But Maya could see a different emotion in his eyes. She understood why and who he was.
He was all bark and no bite. She knew he knew it, too.
She smiled to herself, shrinking away into her seat. He was wrong, so wrong. "These boys were good boys, just born on to the wrong hands." She let out a breath of warm air before adjusting her specs and returning to her fruity beverage.
"They'll make it."
The 3-hour flight felt like it took weeks to land. When it did, Brick still showed no signs of life. "Wake up." Butch harshly spat as he jabbed him in the sides. Boomer held back a giggle when his older brother jolted awake with a panicked expression that quickly melted into a shy grin. "Really?" He laughed and punched Green back. "And I was having the best dream, too."
"Well, dreamy sleepy time is over. We gotta get off this hunk of metal now." Brick looked around with curious eyes before asking how long the flight had been. "Not long, maybe a couple of hours or so." Butch responded as he collected his luggage from the shelf above. Brick slid out of his seat and looked to Boomer as he reached for his belongings. "Did you find out why we flew here in a plane?" Boomer nodded sheepishly and explained the conversation he had moments before Brick's awakening.
"We were brought here by plane because that bearded guy didn't want anyone to know that the Puffs were no longer in the town." Brick snorted at the news. How did he not figure it out on his own? He grabbed his stuff and began towards the opening door.
"They didn't want the civilians to see their streaks flying out of Townsville." Boomer continued as he motioned for the middle child to follow behind him. Butch obliged, and progressed to the main exit of the plane. He noticed the three counterparts remained seated, and caught a pair of baby blue orbs staring at him from the corner of his eyes, but didn't turn his head to meet them. He wanted nothing to do with them at this point; the boys had been out of trouble ever since The Incident. He glared into space, wanting nothing more than to remove himself from the presence of those piercing eyes, and would've succeeded had a small voice not rang out from behind him.
"How was your flight?" she inquired, and he stopped dead in his tracks. He felt his blood boil from the tip of his toes to the top of his head, and he immediately began to regret his decision of stopping, and showing her that he acknowledged her question. He didn't look back, but took a cautious step forward before responding.
"As if you care." He spat, and felt a wave of grim satisfaction when he felt her gaze drop and heard her sink down in the seat with clear defeat. Since when did she care—or anyone for that matter? He trudged forward, squeezing his fist tightly as if to draw blood from his palms. Butch took deep breaths, heaving in and out at an animalistic pace until he could feel himself loosen the grip on his luggage.
As he exited the aircraft, Butch mumbled to himself, cursing the blue eyed girl, for she had restored his bitter mood. She brought on a new rage with her pointless ponders from out of the blue. He cursed her, her family, and anyone who pretended to take interest in his sorry life. If anything, he knew she couldn't care less. She had the whole world on her side, and it was her duty to put a stop to him, the scum of the world. He stopped his thoughts upon feeling the grasp on his luggage tighten again, and muttered one last time as the girls began to retrieve their suitcases.
"Stupid Puff."
AGAIN, I'M STILL ALIVE. I REPEAT, STILL ALIVE…
Thank you for reading and putting up with yet another short chapter! I've been really busy, and I tried my hardest to update but I might be able to get back on track now that exams are finally over! New chapters will be coming out sooner (hopefully). Regardless, I hope you all can stick around!
So here's a Boomer/Bubbles centric chapter. It was a bit hard to write in the end because of writer's block as usual. But I tried! Next chapter will be up soon… I just gotta type it…. XD
And there is going to be a reference made throughout the story! The Incident, a separate tale for the RowdyRuff Boys' side of the story. What do you think happened that made them like this? I'd love to hear your opinions so send 'em in!
All will be revealed in due time!
Maya belongs to theshipperandmlpmaster
Roland belongs to ROC95
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