I do not own the Powerpuff Girls and I do not own RWBY.
Pink
In the dead of winter, the forest clearing, that was once decorated in flora of reds and pinks, was now covered in a blanket of snow. The land was quiet. No innocent forest animals would visit a dead place with nothing left to graze. No creature on Remnant would visit this place.
But one person dared to enter.
A child of spring; her boot crunched against the thick snow. Small pink jacket, short skirt, armor on her chest and arms; the harshness cold of the season did not affect her. She walked past the frost covered trees that bore no leaves on their branches and into a cliff that overlooked most of the land they lived in. She could see the city a couple of miles in the distance as well as a few isolated towns here and there, but her focus was not on the view.
It was of the tombstone at the edge of the cliff.
Camellia Primrose
Beloved Wife and Cherished Mother
In Peace, May You Rest
The child stared at the grave only in silence. The memory of her mother haunted her vision, her beautiful locks fluttering in the wind along with her pink dress. Bestowing her red bow to her daughter, her final gift, before perishing from this world.
The child bowed her head in respect and acknowledgment to her mother's memory, before turning back home. The moon in pieces hung over the night sky illuminating her path, bringing light even to the blackest of night where dark creatures would hide.
The same creatures that followed the girl.
Their fur was darker than shadows, their faces covered in a bone mask lined in red. Bone like structured covered their bodies, and their claws and fangs were sharp and ready to sink into her precious skin. Eyes, yellow and soulless, locked onto their target: the innocent little girl in pink.
The forces of darkness quickly surround her in the clearing.
The creatures of Grimm.
Beowolves traveled in large packs to instill fear and panic onto their target.
But the girl showed no fear. She was trained all of her life to fight the Grimm, and she knew well to never show fear at the face of them. They fed on it, thrived on it, and will use it to end her life. The wolves circled her, in packs of twenty large, waiting for their chance to strike.
She exhaled placing he feet into position. A Beowolf saw this and charge along with two others behind it. She reached behind her back and unhooked her weapon from her belt. With a flick of her wrist, she flung her weapon at the beasts. The innocent child's toy that was a yo-yo roared to life; it extended in size and the blades opened from the center. With perfect accuracy, she sliced their heads clean in a blink of an eye. There was no blood, the Grimm were nothing like the natural creatures of light, but their body fell on the ground lifelessly.
The girl smirked pulling her weapon around her body gracefully as practice thousands of times. The Beowolves were not impressed and one by one began to attack her. The pink girl answered with a backstep and an arabesque as she threw her yo-yo chainsaw at the wolf and cut its body in two. The next she pulled her weapon back twirled on her toes to fling Tsutsuji Sweet around her body slicing some of the wolves surrounding her. A couple jumped back from the attack before charging at her.
The girl back flipped into an assemble pulling her yo-yo back before sending flying into a straight line killing three monsters in its wake. She pulled it back and landed a perfect plie in fifth position, but not before launching her body in a side flip and cutting several wolves from below. She landed on her feet and flung Tsutsuji Sweet at a single beowolf, but it didn't cut through like the others, but it was impaled on its chest. The girl pulled the durable rope around her body and the beast with it and sent it crashing into its own hoard. She pulled her yo-yo back, the blades retracted back into the center once it returned to the owner's hand, but they released again to continue the carnage.
The girl was quick as she was graceful. Her moves were of a ballerina, with the combat skills of a seasoned veteran; at least from a bystander's perspective. Her moves were still sloppy, and unbalance, missing moves that caught her too close to the wolves' claws and teeth one too many times. She was good, she had potential, but she was still young, inexperienced and naïve. But her innocence was what made her powerful in battle. A small sweet flower with piercing thorns so deadly. She had so much to learn.
A Beowulf stood at the sidelines and watched as its comrades were cut down by this one child. It raised its head and howled to the winds; its voice reached across the forest and move beowolves answered the call. The rest of the pack charged at her swiping their claws at her causing her to jump back several feet. She wasn't expecting the extra company, but it didn't bother her that much.
It was time to test her new technique anyway. With the yo-yo in her hand, she twisted the cap and split in two. Their blades appeared automatically in her hands, but—this time—she was careful. The wolves paid no mind to her weapons and ran toward her in last attempt for blood. She ran toward the closest monster and tossed one half of the weapon to slice it apart and pulled it back. She jumped into the air and flung both of her weapons back and forth in a "Walk-the-Dog" motion. The blades dug into the ground before the spinning into a straight line splitting apart the beasts in its path. She landed on the ground and with a twirl, she threw her yo-yos at the remaining Grimm before her. Her body twist and spin rapidly, her weapons flying around her killing everything in its path.
When last beowolf was cut down, she pulled her weapons together back to its original form and stood in the center of the broken bodies of darkness. Their bodies began to evaporate into ash and fluttered into the wind.
She exhaled and placed her weapon back on her belt. She relaxed her body.
"Blossom!"
The girl reacted to the call of her name. She looked toward the end of the clearing and saw her father; his face was calm and collected as he surveyed the land before him. Piles of fallen Grimm with his youngest daughter standing innocently in the center of it all. He stroked his bushy beard and gave his daughter a warm smile.
Blossom smiled back and ran to reunite with her father.
Blossom Primrose (15)
Bunnykoi Says: "What am I even doing?"