I cannot leave a cliffhanger with suspense. I'm sorry. This chapter was ready to go once the last chapter was posted.

I did a new cover art. It's still crappy and its still mine. So is Beauty. Nothing else though. "Last Heaven" is by the GazettE.

~*Last Heaven*~

Blossom stayed home from school the next day.

Given the circumstances of last night, the Professor saw it was best for his daughter to stay and rest. Blossom was clearly distraught and school wasn't something she needed at the moment. He reassured his two younger daughters that their sister would be alright and urged them out of the house for school. Blossom barely slept last night, no matter how much she cried, so the Professor gave her something warm to drink and tucked her in for some peaceful sleep. He did everything a father could do to restore his child back to health.

Once the sisters left, the Professor checked on Blossom in her room and saw that she was still in bed, but he could tell that Blossom was awake. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out what was wrong with Blossom. For past few days, she has been very moody, withdrawn and most of all, very distant. The Professor expressed his concerns once he first noticed that Blossom was barely eating her food and she would rather lock herself in her room for hours on end doing whatever research that was consuming her time. It worried him to no end. He believed the worst when Blossom didn't return home before her curfew like always and prayed that she was still with her sisters. When Bubbles and Buttercup came home with no Blossom to be found, the Professor called the police like any fearful parent would. After hours of dealing with the incompetence of the Townsville Police, Brick Jojo managed to become the true hero and bring home Blossom safe and sound. The news of her being stalked was traumatizing enough.

The Professor believed it was stress and Blossom needed to relax.

The Professor brought Blossom breakfast in bed and urged her to eat something. He was grateful she complied and finished her food, but she was still quiet. He was afraid that she was keeping a secret; something that the Professor had no idea why. He was certain that he made himself available for when his girls wanted to talk him and keep no secrets from him. The thought of Blossom keeping something from him made his heartbreak.

"Blossom."

Blossom finished her glass of orange juice before looking at her father. "Yes, Professor?"

The Professor stared into the tired eyes of his daughter. Saying she was exhausted was an understatement; the young girl sitting on the bed looked nothing like his daughter. Her eyes lacked the joyful and intellectual spark, her hair was dull and unkempt losing its shine, her skin paled and her body looked thin; Blossom Utonium looked defeated in more ways than one. The Professor pulled his daughter from a hug and rubbed her back like she was tiny baby again.

"You know you can tell me anything. If you need someone to talk to, I'm always here, honey." He gave her a warm and loving smile. He saw in her eyes a pang of guilt and remorse, before she nodded at him.

The Professor took the plate and cup, left her room once she finished her food. He went downstairs to wash the dishes and thought about ways to cheer Blossom up and get her to open up. Perhaps a good old horror movie, that always cheered her up. However, the Professor's thoughts were interrupted by the house telephone ringing. He answered it.

"Hello? Utonium residence. This is the Professor speaking."

"Ah! Y-Yes! Professor Utonium! This is Victor from the labs! There have been some issues with the chemical testing! We need you right away!"

"Right now? I'm afraid I cannot. There has been a family emergency and I simply can't just leave." The Professor frowned.

"Oh Professor Utonium please! It is urgent! No one else can do this but you! It won't take long!"

The Professor sighed and thought it over for a second. "Alright, alright. But once I'm done, I have to return home. My daughter needs me."

"Understood! Of course sir! We'll see you soon!"

"Good-bye Victor." The Professor hung up with a displeased frown. "I leave the lab for one day and everything falls to pieces. How typical."

Once he put together his lab coat, briefcase and key, the Professor went to Blossom's room once again. He felt guilty he had to leave her, even for a short moment, and felt that for her to be alone was the last thing she needed right now. He stepped in to see that her desk lamp was on and that Blossom was still in her bed reading a book. The Professor sighed; he swore his daughters got their stubbornness from their mother.

"Sweetheart?" Blossom looked up from her book to see her father at the door. "Something came up and I have to leave to go to the lab. This shouldn't be too long."

Blossom nodded her head. "Okay Professor."

"Will you be alright by yourself?"

"Yes Professor." The Professor opened his mouth to ask something else. "Yes, I'm sure Professor." She answered for him.

Her father sighed. "Alright. If something happens, you call me immediately, understand?"

"I will." The Professor gave Blossom a kiss on the forehead before leaving her room and the house.

All he could do was pray.

Blossom was alone.

She heard the door slam below and the car leaving the driveway. She looked at the clock reading 9:01 A.M. She would've been at school right now, in her Physics class to be exact. She thought about the make-up work and lessons she would have to do once she returned. Blossom's thought didn't dwell on it too long, because she suddenly thought about her next class.

Advanced English with Mr. Brick Jojo.

She thought about him and how he would feel knowing his star student didn't show up for class for the first time of the year. The entire student body must be in awe of Blossom's absence. She wondered if he would be saddened or if he would have care at all? They did break up after all. But Brick was there for her last night without any hesitation. He arrived and held her in his arms shielding her from the danger that haunted her last night. Brick gave her solace for her pain without so much as an act of gratitude. It made Blossom so confused. They were done, gone, over, but he was willing to go through so much for her.

A wave a guilt washed over Blossom when she realized how petty and childish she was. She had no right to go through his personal information and accuse him of something he probably didn't do. After everything she went through, Brick was the first person she called and he was there in an instant. He looked so scared when he pulled her in his arms, and she swore she felt him shiver and quake, possibly of the mere thought of what would happen if he lost her. Was it right for her to break up with him?

Blossom looked outside and saw the sky was blocked by heavy rain clouds. The weather reflected a dull and dreary atmosphere to her situation. Once it started raining, Blossom lost interest in the book she was reading and sunk back into her covers. She put the book away and turned off her lamp. She didn't want to think about anything else except sleep. The rain grew as the hard droplets splattered against the window creating a strange and soothing music that help lull Blossom to rest.

She closed her eyes.

Blossom woke up to a startling noise. The rain continued to pour and she could hear thunder in the distance, but that wasn't what woke her from her slumber. Blossom heard someone knocking—more like banging on the front door. Someone was at the front door and it sounded like they wanted it. Blossom looked out the window and saw no car in the driveway or in front of their house, so it wasn't the Professor forgetting his keys. She checked the time that read: 9:46, meaning that her sisters were still in school and once again, Blossom barely got any sleep.

She heard the frantic knocking again and decided to take matters into her own hands. Once she walked downstairs, the panic started to settle in. What if it was some kind of stranger? What if it was someone who wanted to hurt her? Blossom took a step back from the door thinking about the appropriate course of action she should take. Blossom ran into the living room and found Buttercup's old baseball bat under the couch; in case of emergencies. The old bat in hand Blossom crept up to the front window back the door to get a look at who was at the door.

She dropped the bat to the floor and backed away from the window.

Blossom had an internal debate whether or not she should open the door. If she did, it would open a can of worms she wondered if she could handle. Her heart raced over the uncertainty. She could just pretend she wasn't home and hide back in her room. She could crawl in the bed and sleep away this terrible nightmare. She could ignore the presence behind the door forever and let this whole ordeal fade into memory.

Blossom could do all of those things right now, but her body betrayed her mind once again, as she realized she unlocked the front and opened it to reveal soaked figure with desperate ruby red eyes.

Brick stood outside the door in the rain. He looked horrendous. He wore the same clothes she saw him in last night, except it was drenched from the rain. His messy hair was covered by his red cap which was under his red hood. The dark rings reflected his exhaustion and lack of energy, and there were a few cuts on his skin as though he had been in minor struggle. But what caught her eye the most was his hands. Brick's knuckles were fresh with bruises and open wounds. Red dominated both hands with specks of purple bruising turning into black. It made Blossom sick looking at them and she couldn't tell if the dried blood was his….

…. or someone else's.

Blossom pulled her eyes away from his hands and back to his face. The two stared at each other for what seemed like hours. Blossom wanted to say something, desperately she did. She wanted to apologize and thank him. She wanted to break down and cry and yell and scream at him. She wanted to punch and hug him. So many emotions were running through her brain just by looking at him. Blossom didn't know what to do or say.

She took a deep breath and opened her mouth.

"I'm sorry."

Blossom stared at Brick, who spoke first. His face twisted into regret and guilt and it wasn't until he said something that Blossom noticed the unmistakable stench of cigarettes on him.

"Blossom…I….it was wrong of me to secrets from you. You were right. You were always right. I was being selfish and an idiot thinking I could protect you from my life, but I knew I could keep it up for long. It was bound to come out one way or another, and you're just too damn smart for your own good. I thought if I told you truth, you would never want to see me again. The break-up alone nearly killed me. And last night—!" He clenched his wounded fists and his face reflected different shades of pain. "I—I was so frightened. I…never felt so scared in my entire life. Blossom. I…. I love you."

Blossom felt her tears silently slide down her cheek from her eyes.

"I love you. I never encountered anyone like you. I know, we hadn't dated for long and your trust in me has completely shattered, but Blossom, I have never felt anything close to anyone as I feel for you. I think about you every second of the day; the worst day of my life would be a day won't be able to see you. When you broke up with me, my life has lost all purpose. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't even function knowing that I hurt you and made you sad. I was in such turmoil after what happened. You have no idea what you do to me! I would do anything for you; whatever you want me to do, I'll do it, because it would be worth seeing you smile, hearing you laugh. I was smitten by your beauty and charm, and you have captivated me with your grace and personality. And it wasn't until now that I realize that…. I don't deserve you. Someone like me shouldn't be tarnishing the intellectual beauty that is you."

Brick closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Blossom. If you don't want me in your life anymore, just say the word and I'm gone. Forever. I'll leave this fucking city if you want me to. If you want me to tell you everything, I'll do it. No secrets left between us. If you don't care, then just send me away. It'll be better than me being such a selfish jerk who hurt you. Anything you want Blossom. Just name it and it'll be done."

Blossom stood there and listened to Brick's speech with open ears. He listened to him pour his heart out to her and tell her, for the first time, that he loved her. Blossom was shell shocked and didn't know what to do with this information. He was giving her a choice to let him stay or let him walk out of her life. Brick confessed that he had indeed been lying, but what broke her heart the most was how fallen apart the entire ordeal felt for him. He kept it a secret for a reason, but he was willing to through reason out the window just for the smallest of chances to be with her again.

Blossom didn't know what to say.

Instead, she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him in for crushing lip lock. It took less than a second for Brick to pull her closer into his wet form and kiss her back with as much force as possible. The two never broke away from each other once Brick stepped in the house and close the door with his foot. Blossom wrapped her arms around his neck bringing her closer to him while he pushed her against the nearest wall possible. They felt like two broken pieces being put back together. The kisses they shared turned heated and passionate very quickly. Blossom pulled off his hood and cap in order to dig her fingers in his hair, while Brick took the initiative and picked her up from the ground making Blossom hook her legs around his waist. She tilted her head up to bite his lower lip and slide her tongue in his mouth. The sheer act from Blossom gave Brick a pleasurable groan and the two battled for dominance. Blossom didn't care if he tasted like cigarettes, she just wanted his lips on hers.

He moved his lips from her and made a trail from her cheek to her neck, making Blossom gasping for air. His tongue ran over the jugular of her neck and as his right hand crept under her shirt not going much further in than it initially started, but enough to make hear her sigh in bliss. As Brick continued to devour her neck, Blossom moved her hands from his hair to his hoodie and pushed the wet article of clothing off of him and on the floor with Brick's help. She placed a hand on chest to feel his rapid heartbeat and clenched tightly once Brick sucked on her neck. It drove her off the deep end.

"Brick…!"

"Blossom."

Brick moved from her neck and back to her lip. They hungrily attacked each other with their mouths and their hands explored each other greedily. This act of passion was denied from them for weeks; this was something they wanted, something they felt they needed. Blossom never wanted to part from Brick and neither did he. No words could express the need, the desire they had for the other; being apart nearly drove them insane.

Blossom had to push Brick from her in order to breath while he moved to explore her neck further. She could feel his body pressing against hers; his wet clothing making her pajamas soaked from sheer contact. Her cheeks went up in flames at the realization that his wet shirt clung to his body like a second skin and the white fabric became a window to his impression physique. Upon glance, Blossom managed to halt Brick from his passionate assault. He looked at her with concern while they both panted and gasped for air.

"Your…your clothes…." Blossom managed to say while her brain was coming back to Earth from a lustful high. "Let me…dry them. And we can um…talk."

Brick nodded. "Okay."

Brick sat on the kitchen table alone as he waited on Blossom to change out of her pajamas. He felt bad interrupting her rest for a silly love confessional. He didn't blame her for skipping school; the ordeal last night was very traumatic to say the least. If he had his way, he would just keep her all to himself and spoil her with comfort and ease. Brick sighed thinking about everything leading up to now. If he could regret one thing, it would be that he wished he would have been truthful from the beginning. It was what she deserved and if she wanted no part with his life then he wouldn't blame her. While he did promise to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, Brick wasn't sure how he would explain it or how Blossom would take it.

Brick reached for the hot cup of coffee Blossom provided for him to battle the cold rain. She was even sweet enough to bandage his knuckles without question; although he was sure she'll be asking about it soon. Blossom took his wet clothes, threw them in dryer and gave Brick her father's clothes; black sweatpants and an old grey muscle shirt. She told him that her father wore these when he worked out and it would be a rare moment if he did. Brick chuckled in his cup thinking about Professor Utonium exercising. He nearly gave Blossom a heart-attack when he took off his shirt in front of her for two reasons.

One: It was because he guessed he was shirtless, which was reasonable. His enormous ego told him that he was quite a catch with an amazing body.

Two: Brick never told Blossom he had a tattoo. And honestly, when would it be the appropriate time to tell someone you have a tattoo? "Hello. My name is Brick Jojo. I have a tattoo on my left shoulder blade!"

No.

Absolutely not.

He honestly didn't know what the fuss was about. Butch had more tattoos than him, but neither of them cared as long as no one saw them.

Brick looked up to see Blossom walking down the stairs from her room and to the kitchen. She had changed into a black long sleeved shirt and pink jeans; she had a guest over and she'll be damned if continued to walk around in pajamas while Brick was around. Blossom didn't bother to put her hair up or wear her bow, so she brushed the knots out and let it all flow. Brick thought she was the most beautiful girl in existence.

Blossom blushed shyly at him as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Sorry it took me so long. I got a call from the Professor."

"Oh? Is he coming home early?"

Blossom shook her head. "Not exactly. He took the day off to stay with me, but he got called back to the labs and apparently, he'll be there longer than expected."

"O-Oh…"

"So…you can stay longer if you like. I mean its only…" She looked at the kitchen clock on the wall. "10:45."

"Well, I don't want to leave you here alone. Also, we do have much to talk about." Brick said rubbing the back of his neck.

Blossom nodded. "Yes. Of course. Would you like some more coffee?"

"No. I'm fine."

"Snacks?"

"I'm not hungry right now." Despite his statement, Blossom retreated to the pantry and pulled out a tray of cookies and a large bag of chips. She laid the junk foods on the table between them before taking a seat across from Brick.

Blossom folded her arms on the table. "Alright. Where do we begin?"

"Where indeed…" He sighed. "I guess the best approach would be to tell you who my parents are."

Blossom nodded wearily. "Okay…"

Brick gave her a long stare as he contemplated on how to present this news. He simply sighed and leaned on the table. "Let me ask you this: Do you know a man by the name Mojo Jojo?"

Blossom nodded her head like it was the most obvious thing ever. "Of course I do. Everybody in this city knows who he is; Crime Lord Mojo Jojo. He's been on Townsville's Most Wanted List for nearly 20 years. He's sheer influence is the reason why Townsville is so crime ridden to this day. He's a criminal mastermind and leader of several gangs. He disappeared a few years back, and nobody has heard from him since, but I don't understand how—"

—suddenly the gears in her brain started to turn! Brick could see the shock on her face and simply nodded his head.

"Yep."

How could she have not known?! The proof was staring her right in the face!

Mordecai Joseph Jojo.

Mordecai Joseph Jojo!

Mojo Jojo! IT WAS IN HIS NAME THIS WHOLE TIME!

Blossom slammed her head on the table as Brick took another sip of his coffee.

"Mojo Jojo is your dad…."

"Yep."

"You are the son of the crime lord, Mojo Jojo."

"That is true."

Blossom picked her head up. "No way! They say that Mojo didn't have any children!"

"That is also true."

"So which is it?!"

Brick chuckled. "We're adopted. Mojo Jojo doesn't have children, but Mordecai has three adopted sons."

It all made sense. "I see. And since there is no actual photograph of Mojo or Mordecai, nobody can actually accuse of their relation. Heck, even 'Jojo' is a pretty common last name."

Brick shrugged his shoulders.

"So does that mean you're a criminal?!" Blossom stood up abruptly.

"Woah! Woah! Woah! No way! No! What my dad did does not justify what me and my brothers are. Sure, we got into some trouble and did bad stuff, but we were a bunch of badass kids! Besides, the moment our dad adopted us was the day he quit gang business." Brick defended himself.

From what Blossom remembered, the article mentioned that the author Mordecai quit his business to become an author and raise his sons. So Brick's story checked out, and Blossom sat down on her chair.

"I guess that would explain how you would know Ace."

Brick nodded. "He's part of the Gangreen Gang with Snake, Lil Arturo, and Grubber and Big Billy, whom you have not met, and I hope you never will."

"Wait, Gangrene Gang?"

"No. Gangreen Gang. G-A-N-G-R-E-E-N."

"That's stupid."

"Look I didn't give them the dumbass name…."

"So do you know other villains?"

"Probably more then you've ever heard of, but yes, I was exposed to plenty other villains at a young age along with Butch. It was a pretty interesting childhood to say the least."

"So it didn't bother you guys at all to know that you grew up with a bunch of bad people who do bad things?"

"To be fair, nobody told us shit. Butch and I figured it out when we were teenagers and Boomer was still a little kid then, so we really couldn't tell him. Dad had planned on keeping it a secret from us and taking it to his grave, but the cat was out of the bag."

"So does Boomer know?"

"If he hasn't figured it out by now, we plan on telling him for his eighteenth birthday."

Blossom frowned. "Oh yes. That is very sweet of you. 'Happy Birthday Boomer! Our parents are dangerous criminals!' I'm sure he'll get a kick out of that."

Brick winked at her.

Blossom sighed and ate a chewy cookie from the tray. "Speaking of Boomer, he lives with your mom in Citiesville right?"

Brick groaned and buried his face in his hands. "Here we go…."

"But there is nothing in Mordecai's articles that said he was married, and I highly doubt that Mojo got married in his criminal years, so what's the deal with that?" She inquired.

Brick sighed. He promised to tell her the truth. "It's actually a long story."

"Seriously? You're going to pull that excuse?"

"I'm serious! It's a long fucking story and I promise to tell you about it later. But long story short, our dad got arrested for a short period of time, so until he could bail out, one of his associates took care of us for a while and got attached to us so quickly because he wanted children of his own—"

"Wait a minute. 'He'?"

"Yes. 'He'. So when Mojo got out, the two of them got into this really stupid custody battle and Mojo obviously won. But this and that happened, some gang wars from what I heard, and his associate turned into a rival; a gang boss called HIM."

"Who?"

"HIM."

"Him who?"

"Don't start." Brick glared while Blossom rolled her eyes.

"Well, I've never heard of…. HIM."

"Good. Basically, Mojo and HIM agreed to form an alliance and HIM asserted himself as a maternal guardian to us. Once Mojo retired, HIM took over the business and made it his own personal hell. Mojo didn't care, but the main rule was that we would never be exposed to HIM's line of work. Now we have a mom."

"Your life sounds fucked up." Blossom exclaimed.

"Your preaching to the choir…." Brick grabbed a cookie and took a bite.

"Wow…." Blossom awed in amazement. "I never would have guessed how messed up your life was. I don't understand how you and your brothers turned so normally despite the sinister upbringing."

"Woah wait a minute. My dad made sure we wouldn't turn out like some petty gang members; Butch especially. Mojo believed in a higher education and always did his best to keep us out of the crime lifestyle. He's a good dad." Brick smiled while eating another cookie.

Blossom smiled along with him. "Well he does have three amazing sons who turned out just fine with no problems what so ever."

"Oh no. We certainly have problems. We're just really good at keeping them."

Once he said that, Blossom remembered a conversation they had that mentioned Brick's drinking problem, but he also told her that the problem was getting better. But the lingering scent of cigarettes still hung in the air around him, so she guessed not everybody can be perfect.

"So your dad is retired and your 'mom' is very much active?"

"Very much so. Look, I know this sounds dangerous and totally insane from your end, but when you lived through this as much as I have, you basically just grow to accept it." Brick explained.

Even though Blossom nod in agreement, she still didn't know what to feel over this information handed to her. She wasn't scared, honestly. Most girls would probably want out as soon as they found out, but that was the last thing Blossom wanted. The two had displayed a heated act of desperation for one another; it was clear from the moment Brick came and apologized in the cold rain that Blossom would take him back in a heartbeat. Blossom couldn't explain the attraction she felt for Brick; it had developed more into a high school crush quicker than she had imagined.

Now, she can't imagine a life without him.

Blossom shook her head out of those thoughts and decided to change the subject.

"So how do you know Beauty? Are you guys—?"

"No. No, we're not in a relationship. We never were in a relationship. We will never be in a relationship. Our dads just know each other." Brick assured.

"Know each other? Your father knows the man who owns 'Chemical X-Treme'?" Blossom question, but suddenly came to realization. "So does that mean he's a criminal?"

"Yep."

"And Princess?!"

"Mr. Morebucks is a mob boss."

Blossom sat back in her seat with her mind blown away into space. Princess Morebucks was the daughter of a mafia boss. Beauty was the heir to a crooked business and Blossom's big sister, Bunny, was friends with both of them. Blossom's eyes have been completely opened and her world has been flipped on its head. She never expected Brick's world to be so darkly diverse and would leave her exposed to other information about other people she interacted with every day. Her stomach felt sick again over the power Princess and Beauty had over the entire city.

Blossom stood up from her seat and walked away from the table. Brick stood up and took a step toward her. "Blossom? Are you okay?"

She shook her head. "I don't know. Brick, this is all, really, overwhelming. I never realized how bad your life is, and what kind of people are a part of it. It's actually really scary."

Standing behind her, Brick looked down on the ground in defeat. Of course she wouldn't want to be with him after listening to his background. He didn't blame her, honestly; any sensible person would. Brick sighed and clenched his fist.

"I get it. I understand. You don't want to see me anymore and that's fine. I would have done the same…"

"No." Brick snapped his head up to see his favorite coral colored eyes staring back at him. "I just said it was overwhelming and it'll take some getting used to." Blossom folded her arms. Before Brick could speak again, Blossom interrupted him. "Look, after everything you said, I understand why you were hesitant on telling me. But Brick, you shouldn't have to lie to me. You said you loved me, so that means you can't to keep secrets from me. I want you to be honest with me no matter what, got it?" She glared causing Brick to flinch.

"Y-yeah…yes. I got it. I'm just… I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. You probably aren't going to forgive me anytime soon and I'm mature enough to own up to my mistake. I'm sorry."

Blossom pressed her body against his and wrapped her arms around him for an endearing hug. "Just don't do it again, okay? You had me worried." She mumbled as she buried her face in his chest.

Brick sighed in relief as he kissed her head and hugged her back. "I promise. From now on, they'll be no secrets between us."

Brick and Blossom held each other for the longest time each basking the comfort and the serenity of the mending relationship. A wave of intense exhaustion passed through them both once the crisis and stress had been resolved between them. Now Blossom can rest easier than she had the past few days. Everything seemed right in the world, even though her entire reality had been shattered and the world seemed like a much darker place than she had initially imagined. However, Brick was here with her, and it made all the darkness worth it.

The two shared another romantic kiss in hopes of recreating the spark of passion that transpired moments ago, but Blossom quickly broke apart.

"Wait a minute. If you're here, then who's teaching your classes?"

"Everyone sit down and shut the hell up!" Butch shouted to the students. "My brother is sick and he asked me to fill in and educate you all on the English lessons he had prepared for you today."

Coach Jojo showed Brick's students a list and a booked entitled Frankenstein.

"So we're supposed to be reading 'Frankenstein' and talk about some English stuff. However, I hate reading."

As he said that, Coach Jojo pull the cart with a large television and a DVD player to the front of the class. Once the students saw this, they gasped and cheered silently in their seats.

"Instead, we'll be watching the movie, since it was based off the book, right? So it shouldn't make any difference." Butch turned on the TV and played the movie. "Alright, if you need me, don't. I got a monster of a headache and I'm too sleepy. I'll be taking a nap while you al watch the movie or play with your phone or whatever. I don't care, just don't be loud."

The moment Butch sat himself down on Brick's desk and took a nap, the students cheered and enjoyed their day off from Mr. Brick Jojo. Unbeknownst to them, a large test will be waiting on the materials of the actual book.

Wow! I'm so happy I finally managed to push through this part of the story! Now the real fun can begin! Now you all know why I post the next one up so soon! Now we all know Brick's background. Good for you those who caught on. My constant canon is that Mojo and/or HIM are the parents of some form or fashion, but in this story, things can change. Thankfully Blossom's taking this information calmly; must be love. All other mysteries will be solved in the near future!

Now, if you all want me to, I can post a short chapter in Brick's POV on how he got his knuckles damaged. But it must be a majority request. If one or two of you ask, I probably won't do it and just leave it a mystery for you all to suffer through. So post a review and let me know!

BunnyKoi Says: "Always stay this way, here in my heart~"

P.S.: Anyone want to care to guess what Brick's tattoo is?