"Rowdyruff Return"
Chapter One: A Sense of Foreboding
A/n: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Now I will respond to the reviews.
Hotstreak: Thanks for the compliment! To let you know, I have no intention whatsoever of including pokemon in this story. This is purely Powerpuff.
Violet and Lily: I'm glad you likey! I plan to keep writing until the story ends! (I have no clue when that will be, though.)
Lia: No frozen banana-fungus!!! NO! Save that for GT!!!
Keiko G.O.D.: You have, quite easily, just given me the most interesting review for a story that I've ever received. Thank you!
Hairy Gregory: They're not exactly ghosts, but they're not exactly not ghosts either. You'll see what I mean soon. Ha-ha!
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"Hey, Blossom! Wake up call!! Come on or we'll be late for homeroom!!" Bubbles yelled from her bedroom.
"Yeah, yeah! I'm getting up!" Blossom grumbled. It had been almost two in the morning by the time she had managed to get back to sleep, and it was still pretty early. Still grumbling, Blossom attempted to drag herself out of bed, only to fall on the floor with a loud thump.
"And as usual, Leader Girl has shown us how graceful she is in the morning," came Buttercup's sneering voice from the doorway.
Blossom glared at her. "This coming from the girl who used to walk into her wall in the morning on a daily basis!" she countered. Scowling, Buttercup went downstairs for breakfast.
"Little bitch," Blossom muttered under her breath as she walked over to her closet to choose her clothes for the day. After sorting through a wide assortment of clothing, Blossom chose a pink tube top with her purple short- sleeved jacket on over it, and her blue jean shorts. She pulled on her pink sandals and pulled her hair back into a high ponytail using her ribbon. She then admired herself in the mirror.
"Not too bad," she approved. She went downstairs at last, joining her family for breakfast. Bubbles was wearing a powder blue t-shirt with her name written on it in silver glitter. It was her favorite shirt. She was also wearing her hip-hugger blue jeans and her blue sandals, and her hair was in its usual pigtails. Buttercup was wearing a bright green tank top that said, "Dangerous!" across is, as well as her black hip-huggers and her green sandals. Since she had let her hair grow out a bit since she'd been five, she now wore her hair in a constant ponytail at the base of her neck. They and the Professor were sitting in front of some delicious-looking waffles.
"Is it me, or does today feel like a sandal day?" Bubbles asked cheerfully. She'd lost none of her perkiness as she'd grown older.
Raising an eyebrow at her bubble-headed sister, Buttercup said, "It's really warm today, bubble-brain. Of course we're all wearing our sandals!" She then took a big bite of her waffles, not at all ladylike.
Blossom simply sat down quietly and stared at her plate. Aside from scrambled eggs and hash browns, waffles were her favorite breakfast, but Blossom couldn't make herself eat one bite. Her stomach was tied up in knots. She had an odd feeling that today was not going to be an ordinary day.
Professor immediately noticed Blossom's lack of appetite. "Is something the matter, sweetie?" he asked.
Blossom looked up at the Professor, suddenly longing for ten years ago, before he'd had that streak of gray in his hair just above his ears. She couldn't quite say why she wanted to go back in time at that moment, but she did. Sighing, Blossom shook her head and pushed her plate away, catching her sisters' attention.
"I suppose I'm not very hungry," she whispered. "I think I'm going to go to school early. I've got something I need to check in the library before homeroom. I'll see you." With that, Blossom was up and out the door, leaving her very confused and concerned family behind her.
While flying to school, Blossom caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye. It was the same something she'd seen the night before, and once again, when she turned to take a better look, it was gone. She flew ahead, thinking about her recurring nightmare, and wondering why it kept coming to mind.
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"Whoa, dude, you weren't kidding when you said that chick could see us," Boomer said as their illusions flew to keep up with Blossom.
"Yep. That's the second time she saw me," Brick agreed.
"You so sure it was you she saw?" Butch asked. "She mighta been lookin' at me."
Brick looked at his brother, suddenly amused. "Why does it matter? I'm only assuming he saw me. Why you think it mighta been you? You want her to see ya?"
Butch turned defensive. "So what? Even if she's a Powerpuff, that babe's hot! I wouldn't mind if she turned for a second look at me!"
Boomer rolled his eyes. "Butch, you know what we gotta do to her and her sisters once we're back," he reminded him.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Butch said. "I'm not changin' my mind or anything, I'm just sayin' she's cute!"
"Yah-huh," Brick said, unconvinced. "Just don't turn soft when it matters most, okay?"
Butch growled at both of them, but stayed silent. Brick knew that Butch wouldn't wimp out; he was just joshing him. He just hoped that their plan would work.
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"What do you think was wrong with Blossom this morning?" Bubbles asked. "Turning down waffles, that's not like her at all!"
"Maybe she's got the same sort of feeling I do," Buttercup muttered, not meaning for Bubbles to hear. Bubbles caught it anyway.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Um, well, I don't know how to word this . . ." Buttercup said.
"Let me try. You feel like something's going to happen. Something big, and it has to do with Blossom," Bubbles said.
"You have that same feeling too?" Buttercup asked. Bubbles nodded. "We'll just keep our eyes on Blossom today, that way we're sure nothing does happen to her."
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A/n: I hope you like this chapter too! I'm so glad that I'm over my writer's block and can write stories again, and I'm glad that people like them!! I await reviews, and I hate flames!! (DIE, FLAMERS, DIE!!!!!)
Chapter One: A Sense of Foreboding
A/n: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Now I will respond to the reviews.
Hotstreak: Thanks for the compliment! To let you know, I have no intention whatsoever of including pokemon in this story. This is purely Powerpuff.
Violet and Lily: I'm glad you likey! I plan to keep writing until the story ends! (I have no clue when that will be, though.)
Lia: No frozen banana-fungus!!! NO! Save that for GT!!!
Keiko G.O.D.: You have, quite easily, just given me the most interesting review for a story that I've ever received. Thank you!
Hairy Gregory: They're not exactly ghosts, but they're not exactly not ghosts either. You'll see what I mean soon. Ha-ha!
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"Hey, Blossom! Wake up call!! Come on or we'll be late for homeroom!!" Bubbles yelled from her bedroom.
"Yeah, yeah! I'm getting up!" Blossom grumbled. It had been almost two in the morning by the time she had managed to get back to sleep, and it was still pretty early. Still grumbling, Blossom attempted to drag herself out of bed, only to fall on the floor with a loud thump.
"And as usual, Leader Girl has shown us how graceful she is in the morning," came Buttercup's sneering voice from the doorway.
Blossom glared at her. "This coming from the girl who used to walk into her wall in the morning on a daily basis!" she countered. Scowling, Buttercup went downstairs for breakfast.
"Little bitch," Blossom muttered under her breath as she walked over to her closet to choose her clothes for the day. After sorting through a wide assortment of clothing, Blossom chose a pink tube top with her purple short- sleeved jacket on over it, and her blue jean shorts. She pulled on her pink sandals and pulled her hair back into a high ponytail using her ribbon. She then admired herself in the mirror.
"Not too bad," she approved. She went downstairs at last, joining her family for breakfast. Bubbles was wearing a powder blue t-shirt with her name written on it in silver glitter. It was her favorite shirt. She was also wearing her hip-hugger blue jeans and her blue sandals, and her hair was in its usual pigtails. Buttercup was wearing a bright green tank top that said, "Dangerous!" across is, as well as her black hip-huggers and her green sandals. Since she had let her hair grow out a bit since she'd been five, she now wore her hair in a constant ponytail at the base of her neck. They and the Professor were sitting in front of some delicious-looking waffles.
"Is it me, or does today feel like a sandal day?" Bubbles asked cheerfully. She'd lost none of her perkiness as she'd grown older.
Raising an eyebrow at her bubble-headed sister, Buttercup said, "It's really warm today, bubble-brain. Of course we're all wearing our sandals!" She then took a big bite of her waffles, not at all ladylike.
Blossom simply sat down quietly and stared at her plate. Aside from scrambled eggs and hash browns, waffles were her favorite breakfast, but Blossom couldn't make herself eat one bite. Her stomach was tied up in knots. She had an odd feeling that today was not going to be an ordinary day.
Professor immediately noticed Blossom's lack of appetite. "Is something the matter, sweetie?" he asked.
Blossom looked up at the Professor, suddenly longing for ten years ago, before he'd had that streak of gray in his hair just above his ears. She couldn't quite say why she wanted to go back in time at that moment, but she did. Sighing, Blossom shook her head and pushed her plate away, catching her sisters' attention.
"I suppose I'm not very hungry," she whispered. "I think I'm going to go to school early. I've got something I need to check in the library before homeroom. I'll see you." With that, Blossom was up and out the door, leaving her very confused and concerned family behind her.
While flying to school, Blossom caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye. It was the same something she'd seen the night before, and once again, when she turned to take a better look, it was gone. She flew ahead, thinking about her recurring nightmare, and wondering why it kept coming to mind.
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"Whoa, dude, you weren't kidding when you said that chick could see us," Boomer said as their illusions flew to keep up with Blossom.
"Yep. That's the second time she saw me," Brick agreed.
"You so sure it was you she saw?" Butch asked. "She mighta been lookin' at me."
Brick looked at his brother, suddenly amused. "Why does it matter? I'm only assuming he saw me. Why you think it mighta been you? You want her to see ya?"
Butch turned defensive. "So what? Even if she's a Powerpuff, that babe's hot! I wouldn't mind if she turned for a second look at me!"
Boomer rolled his eyes. "Butch, you know what we gotta do to her and her sisters once we're back," he reminded him.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Butch said. "I'm not changin' my mind or anything, I'm just sayin' she's cute!"
"Yah-huh," Brick said, unconvinced. "Just don't turn soft when it matters most, okay?"
Butch growled at both of them, but stayed silent. Brick knew that Butch wouldn't wimp out; he was just joshing him. He just hoped that their plan would work.
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"What do you think was wrong with Blossom this morning?" Bubbles asked. "Turning down waffles, that's not like her at all!"
"Maybe she's got the same sort of feeling I do," Buttercup muttered, not meaning for Bubbles to hear. Bubbles caught it anyway.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Um, well, I don't know how to word this . . ." Buttercup said.
"Let me try. You feel like something's going to happen. Something big, and it has to do with Blossom," Bubbles said.
"You have that same feeling too?" Buttercup asked. Bubbles nodded. "We'll just keep our eyes on Blossom today, that way we're sure nothing does happen to her."
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A/n: I hope you like this chapter too! I'm so glad that I'm over my writer's block and can write stories again, and I'm glad that people like them!! I await reviews, and I hate flames!! (DIE, FLAMERS, DIE!!!!!)