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From JAG-Loves-Animals.

Chapter 29: Oh, Brother!

Brick's POV:

I was truly beginning to worry about my brother, Butch. He had never been like he had the past week, and with each day I was becoming more and more concerned. However, it would have been a death wish to interrupt his private time.

Butch had been hiding in his room, ever since that girl had turned her back on him. He hadn't made a sound since he slammed the bedroom door shut, and no one had seen his face since that moment, because he always sunk out for food when we weren't around.

Boomer was utterly lost, and he didn't know what to do. He followed me everywhere and constantly asked me questions, mainly about Butch and what was happening. I had never seen Boomer like he had been the past week, either.

I had never believed that Butch and Boomer were that close, since Butch was always beating him up and tormenting him. I had assumed Boomer didn't have a choice, and had never believed Boomer was willing with our brother's treatment of him.

Although, Boomer missed him more than he had the neighbourhood cat, after it had been run over with the truck, - which Butch had purposely used to drive over the cat.

Even so, I had more important things to worry about and Boomer was getting in my way. I kept telling him to wait for Butch to calm himself, and that I was busy trying to discover information about the Power Puffs.

"Boomer!" I snapped, at last. "You can't help me!"

Boomer turned to me, with hurt and shock on his face. I regretted my tone, because Boomer was very emotional at the moment and extremely venerable.

"Sorry…" He murmured, tears in his eyes. "I'll leave…"

Boomer got off my bed and gazed at the ground. I felt guilty and concerned, as Boomer dragged his feet out of my room. Yet, I had more important things to do than chase after my youngest brother.

I sighed to myself, slightly glad that I had finally gotten rid of Boomer and could focus on my research.

"He'll be alright," I told myself, before getting to work.

I had borrowed and stole many books in the week. Most were of the city's history. But I had plenty others of the Power Puff Girls Z, famous people and science. I even had thousands of old newspapers.

The history books were to discover anything about the Power Puffs, especially when they first began to save the city time and time again. The Power Puff books were for extra information on the heroines. The famous people books were, because they all had at least a dozen pages on the city's heroes and their biographies. The science books were to study things, from the dark particles that Mojo had extracted from him to Chemical X, which had given the Good-enough Girls their powers hundreds of years ago.

I went through each history book, from front to back. However, none mentioned when the Power Puff Girls Z had begun their job as the city's heroines. I began to wonder whether anyone knew, and believed that those girls had protected them since the beginning of time.

Once I had found nothing helpful in the history books, I turned to the books on the heroes themselves. But, it only told me more mysteries. Everything inside I already knew about them, and the other information was pointless, such as Bubbles loves to swing her bubble-wand.

I read every word about the Power Puffs in the famous people books. Although, they were even more useless than the other ones I had already gone through.

The city seemed to purposely be monitoring what was written or said about their heroines. The city seemed to be controlling what information the public knew about the Power Puffs, as if to protect them from the villains they fought.

"Why would the Power Puffs need protection from the city that they protect?" I wondered aloud, knowing that the question had a very important and useful answer.

I moved onto the science books. They had many things that only Mojo and I could understand, from String Theory to the workings of the human brain. They even had Chemical X, Chemical Z, dark particles and many others.

Yet, the books weren't useful at the very moment. So I kept them under my bed, ready to be looked over once more when the information would help my situation.

I went through each newspaper that ever mentioned anything about Power Puffs, dark particles, Professor Utonium, to even Mojo Jojo.

I finally found something that could have been useful. It was one of the earliest newspapers I had, and it mentioned many things. From shooting-stars, to an accident at the Professor's laboratory, to Mojo letting the zoo animals loose and lastly, to a mysterious girl in pink who had superpowers and stopped Mojo.

I wanted to both frown and smile, realising that I needed to talk with Mojo himself about the article.

Bubbles' POV:

We got the call, telling us that someone or something was causing trouble in Townsville. We didn't hesitate, and soon arrived at the scene.

"Where's the chaos?" Buttercup demanded, frowning with the rest of us.

"I don't know," I replied, with a shrug.

We looked at each other, wondering if anyone knew what was going on. I noticed that Blossom was searching for danger and completely silent, as she frowned.

"Do we go home-"

"Wait," Blossom interrupted me, and my eyes went to hers. However, she wasn't paying either Buttercup or I any attention. "Over there. Boomer."

She nudged her chin in the direction, and we all turned. I saw Boomer instantly, and he seemed to be on his own. Boomer didn't even know we were in the area.

Boomer was kicking and throwing rocks into windows, houses, shops and wherever else he could. I noticed that he wasn't focused and seemed to be deep in thought. But it wasn't a good thought, and my heart went out for him like my heart went out for all others.

"He seems sad," I murmured.

"Let's kick his ass!" Buttercup shouted, and began to zoom towards Boomer without another thought.

I pouted, since I didn't want to make Boomer's day any worse and he just seemed so depressed. I had honestly never seen him, or any of the other Rowdies like that.

Blossom quickly grabbed hold of Buttercup's ankle, tightly, before she could bash up Boomer, like she had always enjoyed doing so.

"Stop-"

"What?" Buttercup turned to our leader, in disbelief. "Why do we care if he's sad-"

"We don't," Blossom responded. "But. Why is Boomer on his own?"

Both Buttercup and I shrugged.

"Who cares?" She snapped. "It means more ass-whooping for the three of us!"

"No. I don't think that's what it means," Blossom disagreed. "I think it's a trap. Because, when has Boomer ever been causing crimes on his own?"

"Never," I answered.

I turned back to Boomer. He still didn't know we were around, and it didn't seem as if he was waiting for us, luring us into a trap.

Buttercup realised the logic, which was quite rare. She glanced around the area, searching for Boomer's older brothers and seeming suspicious.

"So…" I whispered. "Where are Brick and Butch?"

Buttercup huffed, never having much patience. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at our leader, as if she was blaming Blossom for this.

"What are we going to do?" She spat. "Just sit here and watch Boomer break every window in the city?"

"Of course not!" Blossom shook her head. "But… Just… keep your eyes open for the other two."

We nodded, agreeing with our leader. Buttercup then shot off towards the glum Boomer, before either of us could stop her and a shriek of concern rose in my throat.

"AAAH-"

Blossom forced her hand over my mouth, and put her finger to her lips, signalling that I should be quiet.

"They're probably watching us, anyway," she admitted. "But we don't want to alert them by screaming."

I nodded again, as Blossom removed her hand and gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Blossom then followed Buttercup, who was thankfully silent, and I quickly rushed after her.

"Where's your brothers?" Buttercup practically bellowed at Boomer, scaring him half to death.

I hovered above the ground, near Boomer, and glanced around for the other two, as Blossom did the same beside me.

Boomer realised who we were, and sighed.

"My brothers are at home," he mumbled. "Butch is locked in his room, and Brick keeps telling me I'm getting in the way of his plans."

"What? And we're supposed to believe you don't have your brothers to protect you?" Buttercup huffed, with a snarky chuckle.

"I guess so." Boomer shrugged his shoulders, still utterly depressed.

"Yeah! Right!" Buttercup boomed, seeming to be trying to attract his brothers with her sheer volume and it frightened me, because I didn't want the other two attacking us.

"Buttercup, you know Boomer can't act," Blossom reminded her. "He can barely lie."

Boomer pouted at us, his eyes filling with water and his shoulders sagged. It seemed so heart-breaking to see Boomer like that, since he was always day-dreaming and giggling.

"I'm bored, and lonely," he confessed.

"Awww…" I pouted with Boomer, feeling his heart-ache. "You poor baby-"

"Poor baby! My ass!" Buttercup snarled.

Boomer just stared at the three of us, and he even dropped the rocks he had been holding in his palms. He seemed to be pleading with his eyes.

"Can I play the mad scientist game with you girls?" He questioned, and we all frowned at him. "It seemed fun, seeing you three playing."

"Of course you can!" I squealed in delight.

"WHAT?" Both Buttercup and Blossom choked, gaping at Boomer and I as if we had lost our minds.