A/N: This is short. But the muse came, and I indulged.

Also, in the last chapter I changed Bubbles' order to mushroom and onion 'cause I remembered she's supposed to be pescetarian. Mistake on my end, so just a heads up.

Chapter Two: The Start of the Great Pizza War

Pairing: Reds, Greens and Blues, but not all of them might be romantic...

Disclaimer: Love Craig, not me. Well, love me some.

The wait for the pizza to be served is an... extremely tense one, to say the least; for Blossom, that is. While she fidgets nervously with her hands as they sit at the booth nearest to the counter, Buttercup's shit-eating grin has yet to fade away, and Bubbles keeps shooting worried glances at Boomer, who smiles reassuringly back from his place at the counter.

They manage to stay this way for a while, but by the thirty minute mark, Blossom's tapping boredly against the table, and Buttercup's gleeful expression has been replaced by a look of starved misery.

"Uh, it's been a hot minute," Bubbles says. "Is everything okay back there?"

"I'm sure everything's fine," he says to them as he wipes a small spill from beside the cash register.

At that exact moment, there is a crashing sound from the back, loud enough to startle most of the pizza place into silence for a few seconds. It's closely followed by a yelp that definitely belongs to Butch, another softer clang, and then silence.

Boomer, looking noticeably more nervous, grimaces and says, "See? Perfectly fine."

Blossom swallows.

They don't have to wait long after that. Butch and Brick emerge from the kitchen a few seconds later, pies in hand. Boomer straightens, immediately going for the two pizzas in Butch's hands. He glances at the trays for a moment before turning and heading for the girls, ignoring the very blank-faced Brick who still has the third pizza in his hands. Said Brick only moves when Boomer is halfway to the girls' booth, and Blossom's eyes narrow as she notices the slight quirk to his lips.

Boomer says in an overly posh voice, "Here we are. One mushion pizza for Sugar, one pepperoni for Spice," and sets the orders down in front of Bubbles and Buttercup respectively.

"Thanks, Boom!" Bubbles beams at him, and he grins in reply. Buttercup merely grins at the blond, a pizza slice already halfway to her mouth. All of a sudden Bubbles' hand shoots out, grabbing the ravenette's hand before her slice can complete its journey.

Buttercup stares. "Why?"

Bubbles lets go, and then presses her palms together, glaring pointedly at her sister. Boomer, confused, repeats Buttercup's words: "Why?"

"I've been making Japanese food at home recently," the blonde explains. "And so I decided that we should all start saying 'itadakimasu' before eating. I made everyone agree," she adds, reaching out to slap Buttercup's hand before the teen can sneak a bite of the pizza slice still in her hand. The ravenette groans louder than a decade-old bedframe.

Boomer squints in befuddlement. "Pizza's Italian food though, isn't it?"

"Yeah, pizza's Italian, Bubs!" Buttercup stares pleadingly at her sister, prancing on the chance to dig into her food immediately.

Bubbles frowns. "No. Blossom has to get her food first."

"Uuugh," grumbles Buttercup. "Move your ass, Brick!"

Brick reaches the table just as the words leave the green Powerpuff's lips. He stares down at Blossom for a moment, his eyes narrowed in unamusement. Then a wide smirk makes its way onto his face as he says, "Here you go."

And then he sets down a second pepperoni pizza.

Blossom stares. Boomer shakes his head. Bubbles tilts her head in confusion. Buttercup trembles, staring at her pizza slice.

"Uh—" Blossom starts, her gaze ricocheting between Brick and the pizza in front of her. Then, "This isn't Hawaiian."

"Correct. Enjoy."

He turns and heads back to the counter, and then Blossom's face scrunches into an expression that can only be described as the visual equivalent of the phrase 'bitch, what the fuck'.

Bubbles hums. "Well, that was anti-climactic," she says.

"Yeah, that's great," Buttercup mumbles. "Can we eat now?"

"Hold up." Blossom gets to her feet and strides after Brick, and Buttercup lets out a sob and smacks her head against the table.

"I'm going to starve to death today, aren't I?" she whimpers.

"Hey!" Blossom shouts, grabbing Brick's shoulder once she's close enough. He turns around with the same blank expression as before.

"Yup."

"Is this some kind of joke?" she questions, eyes narrowed. "'Cause since we're paying you for the food you're serving, I don't find it funny."

He simpers. "No jokes, Bloss," he says. "I told you. We don't make Hawaiian pizza here."

"But Boomer said you did. And you clearly have a bone to pick, so I'm guessing he was telling the truth, which just makes you an asshole. Is this what you'll do to any customers you have who like specific types of pizza, then?"

"Of course not. This is what I do to the idiots."

"What did you say?"

"Alright, let's not burn down the restaurant barely three hours before its grand opening, maybe?" Boomer interjects, moving between the two redheads before Blossom decides to lobotomize Brick with her laser vision.

"I just want a Hawaiian with a side of Brick not being a prick," Blossom snaps, more at Brick than the blond Rowdyruff.

"I, uh—we can just get you a one! Alright? Free of charge, of course, to make up for this little... Issue." he casts a glare at Brick to drive his point.

To the astonishment of... Everyone, really, Brick nods. "Sure thing."

"C'mon Brick, would you please—wait, what?" Boomer backtracks, staring at the redhead in disbelief. Brick merely shrugs.

"I'll get her the Hawaiian." he says. "I'll even make it special to make up for my fuck-up."

Blossom sneers. "Knowing you, 'special' probably means poisoned or something."

"Oh, stop being so dramatic," he scoffs. "I'm not a total asshole... Anymore."

"Well, then I'm all reassured. Thanks so much."

He rolls his eyes and whips around, heading back to the kitchen, tailed by Butch, who doesn't really have much else to do. Blossom stares at the door for a few seconds before she's called by a failing Buttercup, who is all but drooling all over the pizza wafting the smell of meat and cheese into her face.

Blossom sits back down. "Itadakimasu," the sisters say in unison, and Buttercup starts practically absorbing the food, she starts eating it so fast. Bubbles digs into her food as well, and Boomer whisks Blossom's unwanted pizza from their booth, moving it to the counter where he starts to devour a slice, too.

It's only when Brick and Butch emerge from the back again after literally two minutes that Blossom realizes that throughout their entire exchange, Brick's smirk didn't falter once. Suspcion bursts to life in her expression, and she stares her counterpart down as he saunters back towards the booth. This time, he sets down a Hawaiian pizza.

Only it is completely void of even the tiniest piece of pineapple.

Buttercup, now moderately fed, manages to snicker.

Blossom gives the pizza the most scandalized expression she can muster, and then turns that expression on Brick. "What is wrong with you?" she nearly shouts, but manages to keep her voice down for the sake of politeness. "What is this!?"

Brick shrugs. "Hawaiian. Made special."

"It... Looks so sad," Boomer says, face twisted in pity as he walks over to look at the pitiful pie.

"Hey, I tried to stop him," Butch calls from the counter, helping himself to a slice from the tray Boomer left on the table. "I made the pizza earlier, but he started throwing shit, so I let him go off. Wanted to bring it to you now, but he started throwing shit again, so... You know."

"I didn't go off on anything," Brick deadpans. "I just improved on a recipe that sucks ass."

Blossom splutters, "Improved!? You desecrated it! You widowed every piece of ham on the fucking pizza!" Her eyes are wild enough to make even Brick lean back a little. "And you're saying you improved it?"

"It's something sweet paired up with meat and spices. It tastes wrong, so all signs point to yes."

"But what about olives? They're a fruit, aren't they?"

"But nothing. Sweet."

"Olives aren't even fucking sweet!"

"It's a pizza, not a fucking ice-cream bar!"

"You don't put olives in ice-cream, you moron!"

"Wait, what about ketchup?" Boomer cuts in.

"What about it?" Brick asks.

Blossom's eyes sparkle with fury. "Tomatoes are fruit. Hence ketchup is fruit sauce."

"You don't go lathering it on pizza, though, do you!?"

"Yes you do! Do you know nothing of pizza!?"

"For Pete's sake, Blossom, just eat the pie," Buttercup drawls, rolling her eyes. "Pizza is pizza, isn't it?"

"Not if it proves this prick right, it isn't!"

"Then, I'll just eat it for 'ya, how about that?"

Before Buttercup's hands can even move, Blossom swipes the tray off of the table and holds it over her head. Her sisters shrink back a little at the rage in her eyes.

"No!" she bellows. "No one is eating this atrocious, half-naked pizza! This one,"—her hand moves to point at Brick at such high speed that the average person could hear it whip through the air—"Is going to make me an actual Hawaiian pizza, or he's going to make Butch do it and stop being a drama queen, and we're not leaving until he does!"

"Really?" Brick says, raising an eyebrow at the Powepuff who is standing with a tray held over her head and the wildest expression he's ever seen. "I'm being a drama queen?"

"Wait, wait," Buttercup says suddenly. "You mean we have to stay here until he makes you a non-destroyed Hawaiian?"

"Yes."

She snorts, grabs her tray, and shouts, "Hey, Butch!"

"What?"

"When I'm done with this, I'mma give you a real challenge. Said you knew all the codes for topping combos, right?"

"Damn straight."

"Well, then, excuse me." Buttercup promptly stands and leaves the booth, marching over to the counter and setting her food down right in front of Butch. He leans against the register, starting to chant and cheer as she starts inhaling the rest of her food.

Bubbles, surprisingly unaffected by the situation, nibbles at a slice of her pizza. "As long as we get home in time for me to choose a nighttime movie, you guys can go off."

Blossom holds the tray in her hands out, pressing it to Brick's chest. "Fix this," she hisses at him.

"And why should I?" he retorts, his face smug.

"Because if you don't, you'll have to deal with all three of us for the entire day," Blossom replies. At the sight of Brick's smirk fading ever so slightly, she grins. "I know that even you can't deal with that for long."

He frowns entirely at that, and Blossom happily returns the glare he sends her way. Their stare-off lasts two minutes before Brick sighs and snatches the tray from her hand.

"I'll make you a pizza when I feel like it."

"As long as it's Hawaiian, I can wait."

"No promises."

"Then no promises we won't leave."

I set the limit at 8pm, though!" Bubbles chimes in. "And I'm only saying that because we have literally nothing else to do with our time today."

"Then we have five hours," Blossom says, her gaze not wavering from Brick's face. "I hope you're tolerance levels have gone way up."

Brick's eye twitches. Then he turns around and all but storms behind the counter and into the kitchen. Blossom sits back down, a small, determined smile settling on her face.

"Are you really going to do this?" Bubbles asks. "It's overkill, don't you think?"

"He took all the pineapples off a Hawaiian pizza, Bubs." she casts her sister a look. "He's being extremely childish."

"Yeah, and you're humouring him."

Blossom's mouth drops open at the implied jab. Bubbles takes another pite of her pizza and whips out her phone, turning all her attention to the device.

The redhead huffs, her gaze shifting to Butch and Buttercup. She watches them laugh and bicker as Buttercup wolfs down her last pizza slice. Boomer is standing a bit away, jotting something down in his tiny notepad and muttering to himself.

Blossom sighs. Every time she sees her siblings and their conterparts like this, she wonders if she'll ever not butt heads with Brick. It's always satisfying to prove him wrong or absolutely fold him in an occasional fight, but at this point even their weird rivalry is getting tiring. She wants at least one moment of normalcy with the guy, to at least know that they're capable of it.

Maybe they will at some point. But for now, she's dead-set on getting that Hawaiian pizza. And if she'll have to be a little childish to get it, then so be it.

Even Blossom's a kid at heart.