Forgot to comment on this last week but this story is officially over 100,000 words long! I honestly am surprised at myself for being able to commit so solidly to this. I just really really love this fandom though.

So this isn't a full chapter but not really an extra either so I decided to throw it here anyways. It's kind of like an intermission chapter? Half chapter? I could have made it a full chapter but...I'm being lazy. Better mood though! Happy about that.

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"I really can't wait until this game is over. I'm so done with this sport. I'm not playing it again next year," Boomer whined as he walked over to the bench. Both his brothers laughed.

"You're hilarious Boom," Brick said. Boomer's shoulders dropped.

"I was being serious!"

"Nope. Already told coach we're playing again next year bro. You ain't allowed to quit before senior year," Butch said as he set his helmet down on the bench. Boomer pouted as he plopped down next to it.

"You said that last year about junior year. Guys, I hate sports! Just let me quit, please!"

"And what? Let Mark get the spot. Hell no."

Brick snorted at that. "Seriously surprised he hasn't quit yet. I think the whole school is aware of how pissed I still am at the guy."

"I mean, yeah I guess I don't want him to get the position but it's just so boring bro! Even without using my X none of these dudes can run as fast as I can," Boomer said. Brick shook his head while Butch glared across the field.

"Yeah well, that's usually true but today's game isn't the same as all the others now is it Boom?" Brick said as he also looked across the field.

Standing on the other side of the field three players of the opposing team were glaring back. The center one had dark red hair that fell to around the bottom of his shoulder blades. It was tied back in a loose but neat ponytail that would soon be taken out in favor of a bun. His eyes were a light shade of red, not quite pink but not fully red either. On his left was a muscular brunet with a short military cut and clear green eyes.

"Please tell me I'm not seeing what I think I'm seeing," Boomer cried into his hands after looking across the field. Butch and Brick both snickered at him.

"Sorry my dude. You be seeing truth," Butch said.

On the red head's right was a blond man with grey blue eyes. Normally Boomer didn't really have a problem with his counterpart from the other universe but today he did.

"He has a fucking bowl cut. What the hell?!"

Brick and Butch both snickered. Across the field Banger did in fact have a bowl cut.

"I mean, he kinda can pull it off," Brick said as he turned to the bench. The rest of the team was starting to come out.

"Debatable bro. So very very debatable."

Butch snorted as he whacked Boomer lightly over the head. "Stop giving him that look. They're allowed to have bad hair cuts if they want to."

"Or be anti-tat and anti-piercing if they want."

Butch glared at Boomer. "Dude, he's connected with me as my opposite or whatever. I expect him to have some common sense."

"Both of you stop staring, I don't want them to have an excuse to start something. The coach should be out in a sec for the huddle. We can't screw this game up. This is one of our last chances to show those Citiesville shit bags who's really boss here after all," Brick said with a wicked looking grin. Butch and Boomer returned the look.

"Showing people who's boss, now that I can get behind. Hell yes," Boomer said.

"Hey, if coach is coming out that means the cheer squad should be out soon. Now that's-" Butch started. Boomer, in a flash of blue, clapped a hand over his brother's mouth. Butch raised an eyebrow as Boomer glared at him, red in the face.

"I don't know what you were about to say but don't even think about finishing that thought."

"Seriously though Butch. Pinky and Buttercup are here. If they hear you talking like that they'll kill you," Brick added.

Butch snorted as he took Boomer's hand away. "I was going to say that's a reason to like the sport. Pretty girls cheering us on. God guys, get your heads out of the gutters. Plus, it ain't Bossy or Butters you'd have to worry about. Pretty sure sugar cube would kill us all if she heard what you thought I was thinking."

Brick and Boomer both made faces. "True."

"Looks like the standard stare off has already started," Buttercup said as she looked out over the field. Blossom sighed before burying her face in one of the scarfs she had tied around her neck. It would be cold and she wouldn't be moving so she'd made sure to bundle up more than usual.

"I don't get them. They do this every year too. Let me know if sparks start flying. Literally."

Buttercup scoffed. "You think Brick or Blane would let one of their idiots ruin this game? Ha! They'll have their dogs on short leashes tonight."

"Oh my gosh, another one. How long are you going to be making these dog jokes?"

"For as long as I can make cat jokes my purrfect sister."

"You are so annoying sometimes Buttercup."

"Only sometimes? Dang, gotta up my game here."

"Whatever. Do you see Rob anywhere? She said she'd save us seats."

"Nope. Hey, do you know if Prinny turned into anything?"

"She won't say. My guess is probably."

"Wonder what she was."

Blossom shrugged. "Does it matter?"

Buttercup turned to give her sister a serious look. "Yes. It's arguable a matter of life or death."

"You're bring dramatic. I thought you said that was a Bubs thing?"

"You clearly don't understand how serious I'm being right now."

"Speaking of, here comes the cheer squad now."

In their usual fanfare, the cheer squad emerged from the locker rooms finally. Unlike the football team, who Brick convinced not to make a big deal of things, they came out with a full routine. Blossom supposed it made sense. Them arriving on the field really marked the beginning of the game since they were always last out. That and Princess liked to be dramatic.

"I see our little baby blue. Look at her, co-leader extreme."

Blossom sighed. "Are you in a particular mood or something tonight Buttercup? All I'm getting off of you tonight is sarcasm and a more extreme dead panned sense of humor than usual."

She shrugged. "Eh, what can I say? Seeing the rights is putting me on edge a little. I'm half expecting the punks to show up."

"They won't. Blane promised me that he had convinced them all to stay back."

Buttercup raised an eyebrow. "How?"

"How should I know? You think he would tell me that?"

"Well I mean you two did-"

"You know as well as I do that that was all Bubbles. I don't even know where she got the idea from. It was ridiculous."

"Uh-huh. Not like you two aren't oddly so similar he's almost like a male you or anything."

"Those are two separate things."

"Right. At least Bubs and I know the real reason now. Bloss and Brick sit-"

"If you speak one more syllable Buttercup I will punch you across this field right now."

Buttercup's mouth snapped shut. "Noted. Hey! There's Rob! Let's go get. I want to get seated before kick-off."

"So is Buttercup still trying to figure out if I changed?" Princess asked as they stood waiting for the next play to finish. Bubbles gave her a nervous smile.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. She's probably not going to give up on that any time soon."

Princess snorted. "Whatever. She's not getting an answer."

Bubbles hummed at that as she watched Brick throw the ball across the field to Boomer. Banger was right on his side but Boomer pulled back into a hook and caught the ball easily. The cheer squad started their cheer for a successful pass and Bubbles couldn't help but wince as Banger tackled Boomer, hard. She could see Butch tense and prayed that he wouldn't lash out.

They didn't want a repeat of freshman year where a near full on super fight almost broke out.

Brick was there though and Butch didn't do anything. Thankfully. She could see Banger saying something to Boomer from where she stood but with the noise of the crowds and the distance she wasn't able to hear it. It had Butch nearly launching across the field though.

Bubbles tensed and threw her pompoms down as she took a step onto the field. Brick was there again though, this time in front of Butch, stopping him. Blane was also there in no time too, yanking Banger away from Boomer. Probably to lecture him.

Bubbles let out a sigh of relief as she stepped back. She turned around to grab her pompoms and saw Blossom and Buttercup at the edge of the stands, watching. They glanced at her and she waved before they went back to watching the field. She hated games against Citiesville. The rights and ruffs always seemed to find some excuse to go off at one another. She was convinced it was simply because the plays weren't enough for the male supers on the field to show what they were really made of. It confused her but didn't. She had a hard time with Brat for a similar-ish reason after all.

"Well, that's the third time so far. How many more close calls do you think there'll be?" Princess asked as Bubbles stepped back into place next to her. She sighed.

"Too many."

Buttercup munched on her popcorn as the announcer tried to say the results over the roar of the crowd. She blinked at them all blankly, too tired to care anymore. God. Citiesville games sucked, even when Townsville did win.

Bubbles looked just as tired too although she was trying to join the cheer squad in their high spirits for one last cheer. Thank god they'd gotten through another game without an incident. It probably helped a lot that the punks weren't there this year too. Still, Buttercup was ready to sleep for a good 12 hours straight after how tense she'd been through the whole thing.

Blossom sighed as she floated over the railing of the bleachers and down to the field. "Come on. Let's get this over with and go home."

Buttercup popped the last handful of popcorn in her mouth and followed. "Dunno why we have to do this," she said around her mouthful. Blossom shook her head.

"Because all said and done they do help keep the punks behaved when we need them to."

"Like hell they do. If they had any control over the punks then last year-"

"It's fine Buttercup. You know what Berserk is like. I'm more surprised it took as long as it did for her to decide to prank me."

"It's not fine!"

"What's not fine? Please tell me everything is fine. I don't want not fine right now," Bubbles said as she joined her sisters with a groan. Buttercup opened her mouth but, with a head shake from Blossom, snapped it closed again.

"It's nothing Bubbles. Shall we?" Blossom asked.

The blonde girl's shoulders drooped. "I don't want to but sure, we shall."

Buttercup rolled her eyes and they finally made their way towards the boys. The rights and ruffs were all bunched up in their typical end game glare off. The rights looked pissed. The ruffs looked cocky. They all looked stupid to Buttercup.

"I hate Citiesville games," she said. Her sisters made noises of agreement but didn't say anything.

Blane turned to look at them as they got close. He gave them a tense smile.

"Blossom. It's good to see you. I'm happy to see there was no lasting damage," he said. The ruffs tensed as did Buttercup but Blossom ignored them. "I'm sorry again about that. Berserk slipped away from Banger."

"How am I not surprised?" Buttercup growled lightly. Blossom sighed.

"It's fine. Like you said, no lasting damage."
"I wish I could say I got all the copies of it but I'm sure Berserk has a back-up somewhere," Blane added.

"As long as she doesn't post it on the web then I'd say we're good."

"Buttercup. Enough. Anyways, I'm sorry for the loss and congrats to the ruffs on the win," Blossom said without looking at Buttercup. Said girl huffed but let it be.

Bubbles hummed in agreement as she stepped forward until she was standing in front of Banger.

"What did you say to Boomer in the second quarter?" She asked with a special kind of smile on her face. Banger returned the look.

"Oh nothing too important."

All three reds sighed but let it be. They continued their stare-off. And continued. Butch started giving them a look that Buttercup was inclined to agree with. More evil smile staring. Now Blossom was giving Bubbles a look. A little more staring…Brawdy started to twitch before two seconds more and he finally caved.

"He said he'd expect nothing less from a ruff. All they're good for is taking a punch, especially one as dumb as Boomer is," he blurted out. Banger gave him a very disappointed look while Boomer looked away with grit teeth. Butch tensed and the reds sighed. Buttercup was just ready for home. Bubbles giggled.

"I see. You're so funny Banger," she said as she took a step into his space with as innocent looking smile. Several jaws, including Banger's, dropped as she reached up to weave her fingers into the right's hair at the back of his head. Before anyone could say anything, her right foot slid back slightly into a grounded position and her fist launched, full speed, into his stomach. The second she was sure he wouldn't go flying across the field she let go and stepped back. Banger fell to his knees, doubled over in pain, coughing and slightly gagging. "You know what they say about you rights right? Can't even take a punch properly."

Butch cackled at the right while Brawdy gave him a disappointed look. Blane gave Blossom a look but she was too tired to care so she just shrugged. Brick smirked. No doubt he'd give Bubbles a high five for the punch later.

Buttercup snorted. "From where I'm standing all six of you…you know, I was going to say brutes but I can't, then I was going to say brats but I can't do that either so I was about to say punks but strike three! Can't do that one either. So I guess I'll just say that from here? All you bitches are good for is taking a punch at best."

"Language." Both Blossom and Blane chided. Buttercup made a face at the red right. Blossom actually did the same and he had the decency to at least look apologetic.

"I forgot how creepy that was," Brawdy said. Butch snorted.

"Not nearly as creepy as your face. Seriously dude. Get a piercing or a tat or do something other than a boring military cut. I'm supposed to be associated with you. You're gunna ruin my cred."

"Maybe I just don't want to come off as an un-educated beast."

Buttercup snorted. "Dude. You're a green. By default that's what kinda what we all are. Sure as hell all we're seen as."

"At least I don't get accused of actually trashing cities," Brawdy shot back with a glare.

Buttercup tensed but Butch cut in before anyone else could. "Squeaky clean, you wanna see trashed city you keep talking and I'll show you what a real trashed city looks like."

"No." All three reds said at the same time. They turned to give each other a look before turning away. Ugh. Counterparts were so weird.

"Plus, let's be real here hun. You really are just as bad as the rest of us greens," a voice said from above them. With a collective groan, they all looked up. Floating there were none other than the three girls none of them were expecting to see that night.

In the center was a red head that looked remarkably like Blossom. Her eyes and hair were a shade or two darker and instead of a neat ribbon, a ratty looking one was being used to tie her hair back. She wore a short black dress and bright red heels looking more like she should be out in the town partying and not floating above a school football field. Blossom gave the girl a look that was ignored.

Next to her was a blonde that looked a lot like Bubbles as well. Her hair was longer and instead of the soft waves of the puff's hair, hers was curled tightly in her two pigtails. Her eyes were harsh and when they landed on you, you wouldn't be able to help but think that they were cutting right through to your core. And not in a kind way. She wore a short black skirt with a dark blue crop top. Bubbles made a face at the amount of skin showing.

Lastly was a girl that looked extremely similar to Buttercup. Her hair was shorter though and spiked. Unlike Buttercup as well, she had about enough piercings to rival Butch. She was wearing cargo pants and a black crop top that showed off a belly button piercing and a few tattoos. Buttercup made a face at her other counterpart.

"I thought you three weren't supposed to be coming to the game," she said. Annoyingly, Brute smirked at Buttercup.

"Last I checked, game ended. Don't worry puffy, we're just here to pick up our boys."

Brawdy turned to Banger, who was still catching his breath on the ground. "Please tell me she didn't just say we're their boys." Banger just groaned back.

"Berserk. You said-" Blane started. Berserk cut him off with a snicker.

"Didn't you just hear Brute? Game's over babe. Come on. Time to go home."

Blane sighed through his nose as he glared at the girl. She smirked as all three landed among the other supers. With a quick look around, Buttercup was happy to see that people were quickly moving away. She could see their friends in the crowd trying to urge the slower folks to pick up the speed. She'd have to thank them. After she scolded them.

They knew that the punks showing up was immediate run away kind of an event.

"Nice punch blue butt. Next time though, leave me to discipline the puppy here please," Brat said with a glare at Bubbles. Bubbles huffed and glared back.

"Maybe I would if you'd actually taught him proper manners to start with. Though…My city, my rules."

"I'm not a dog," Banger groaned out with a weak glare at both girls. They ignored him. Boomer snickered at him and Banger turned away from the blonde girls to glare at him instead.

"Hey there pink stuff. How have you been?" Berserk asked as she walked up to the pink puff. Blossom sighed as Buttercup and the ruffs tensed again, Boomer forgetting his glare off with Banger quickly. Even Blane looked on edge.

"Fine Berserk. How are you?"

"Oh just peachy. Been enjoying going through some old pics. Came across a real good one."

Brick was glaring at the pink punk now too, a small puff of smoke escaping as he huffed. Berserk turned and gave him a manic looking smirk.

"Bricky, how are you?"

"Feeling like I need to blow some steam."

"Hmmm…seems like a personal problem."

"Okay!" Blane said as he cut between the two. They glared at each other around the red right. "Time to go home. Thanks for the game. Blossom, I'll see you at the competition. Let's go Berserk."

He didn't give her a chance to respond before grabbing her arm and dragging her off. She continued to glare but didn't resist. Brat and Brute started after them.
"Are we supposed to follow or something?" Brat asked as she squinted at them. Banger sighed as he finally got his breathing under control and stood.

"Yes. Yes we are. Smell ya later ruffs. Puffs, pleasure as always," he said with a role of the eyes and grit teeth as he took off. Brat glared once more at Bubbles before huffing and following. Brute raised an eyebrow at Brawdy who made a face back.

"Can we just do this the easy way? Please?" He asked. All three of the other greens snorted.

"Please re-educate this fucker-" "Language!" "-before I gouge my eyes out. He's so squeaky clean it hurts me to be associated with him," Butch said.

Brute snorted. "Oh metal head, he ain't nearly as squeaky clean as he pretends to be." She waggled her eyebrows at Butch who made a face back. Brawdy glared at her, a very light pink across his cheeks. "Come on. Let's go."

Buttercup didn't want to know. She really didn't. The two greens took off and didn't look back.

"Well. That was thankfully uneventful. Time to go home," Buttercup said with an over-exaggerated clap and smile. Bubbles groaned in agreement.

"Please. I'm so tired! I swear if something happens tonight and we have to take a call-"

"I'm sure no one would be stupid enough to pull something on a Citiesville game night. They'll all be too busy celebrating the win too," Blossom said. Both of her sisters looked at her.

"Cause that'll help a lot. You'll have to remind me how you managed to get TV access to monster isle. I'm sure they're so thankful they were able to watch this win," Buttercup sassed. Blossom gave her a look.

"I am so done with you tonight. I'm going home."

"Whoa whoa whoa! Hold up puffs! We just won both our games for the third year in a row against Citiesville! Plus, that punch sugar cube gave Banger was awesome! Celebrations are a must," Butch said. They all glared at him.

"Go find a party of your own or something. I'm going home," Bubbles said. She didn't wait for a reply before taking off for the locker room.

"Seriously. You're flex fest has me exhausted snail head. I'm not going to any parties," Buttercup added. Butch turned to give a pleading look to Blossom. She raised an eyebrow at him as both Brick and Boomer sighed loudly.

"I don't know why you're looking at me. I never want to go to parties."

He huffed. "Come on. Mitch and Mike said they'd treat us to some dogs from Hot Dogs On A Skewer if we won. Free food."

Blossom sorted. "Definitely not. Thank you for the offer though Butch."

"Yeah. Pass here too."

"What about sugar-"

"Dude. Bubs has been vegetarian for years now. You really think she'll want to go to a hot dog place?" Boomer cut in.

"Just drop it Butch," Brick added. Butch groaned annoyingly.

"Fine! Next year you three can't get out of it though."

"Assuming you'll win again?" Buttercup asked with a roll of her eyes. Butch gave her his crazy smile.

"Obviously. Those Citiesville peeps are all trash."

Blossom shook her head. "Just don't let the rights hear you talking like that. The last thing I need is for you six to go at it again."

"Hey, I was behaved. Don't group me in with them," Boomer whined. Blossom gave him an apologetic smile.

"Fine. Last thing I need is for you five to go at it."

"Thank you. See bros? That's all I want from you. To acknowledge what I want."

"You're not quitting football Boom. Deal," Brick said.

"Worth a shot," Boomer grumbled.

A peak into the relationship between the four groups of siblings. I wanted to give a taste of it to everyone before they get introduced more seriously. This won't be the last we see of the rights or punks.

Thank you RainbowColoredHumanBeing for the review! I'm really really really glad you love this story!

Artemis Raven Courtney! I'm glad you loved the last chapter! I'm glad that it came through how it isn't just a straightforward thing! It's not just a yes or no. They all have their reasons and the things that they want and don't want and I'm really trying to show that. And yes, the girls are pretty frustrated (and dejected, yes). Blossom more than the others. She feels like the ruffs should step up since they can. Buttercup hates the limbo or it all. Bubbles sees her sisters' views but she's assigned to Boomer so she has it easiest. He's pretty straight-forward with where he stands on things. Brick and Butch are...more complicated.

Be back with a full chapter in another week. I think you'll all really love it. Ciao!