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Warnings – there are actually some sexual innuendoes in this chapter. Of course there is some cursing, though I doubt you can call what I've been doing curses.
Do I really have to apologize five billion times? Everyone who faithfully read this knows I'm sorry by now, I really did not want to wait this long but school and this new video game have totally taken up my time. The video game is called Kingdom Hearts and if you have PS2 you should seriously get the game. And download the song Hikari in Japanese and Simple and Clean in English, that's the theme song from the game.
Haruka Kyoko - are you writing now? I hope your arm is better and your injuries have gone away.
Darkworld
ItokoMeilin05
Kaitlin
Hairy Gregory
Tiggabear – It's your turn to update now!
Okay enough reminiscing, I have a story to type. Saa, on with the fic.
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"There's something about the look in your eyes
Something I noticed when the light was just right
It reminded me that you're so worth the fight
My biggest fear will be the rescue of me
Strange how it turns out that way . . . " Incubus - Echo
"What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Blossom sat up in the bed that Basher had put her in and contemplated what her next move would be. Miss Bellum and the Professor knew of her plan though they greatly disapproved of it and they had all argued about it. Blossom knew no other way to defeat Basher that would not result in more destruction, pain, and hurt. Sure the heroines and the heroes would experience more pain before this battle was won.
There was no way to avoid it, she would have to sacrifice something to get them released so that they could come back and fight Basher as a team and with a devised plan. They also needed bait, and Blossom was willing to be that bait. Basher had her terrorized. The bastard had it so that when she took a shower or got undressed she did it so quickly she was always surprised to find her clothes on the right parts of her body. She did not want to be captured by him in a towel or naked.
She hadn't wanted to go out in public, Basher might kidnap her in front of people and then Townsville would become a panic zone. She knew that the asshole had informed Townsville that he was now in control and they had to listen to him. When she had been taken he had told her everything he had done up till then. He had a harem in this castle, but he would kill those girls eventually because now he had a set of perfect girls.
He also now had a gang. A lot of guys from City Ville, which he had already conquered. Guys that would never amount to anything had joined him when he had announced his rule over Townsville. He needed commandeers and guys to rule his castle when he was away conquering other cities and such. He mentioned some of the names of people that had joined him and Blossom had widened her eyes in recognition at some of them. She had even seen some of them when she passed a door that was open. A lot of men had been around a table being served by scantily clad women, some of them crying.
Blossom could only guess at why they were crying, and deep in the recesses of her mind she really did not want to find out why.
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"BASHER open the F_CkING DOOR!" Princess banged on the castle door and screamed for all she was worth. It had never been part of the deal for Butch to be taken. Mojo and Him had assured her that when she had allowed them to use her materials, Butch would be safe. They couldn't really make any promises about Blossom, but they were pretty sure Basher wouldn't want a guy.
Well, they were wrong and now Butch was getting his ass kicked on a daily basis and probably half dead. When Him had visited her and explained the situation that Butch was in, Princess had ordered her Lear Jet and been out the door before Him had finished. Princess' dreams lately had been filled with guilt for tricking Blossom and taking Butch from her but Princess still hadn't been motivated enough to go and confront Basher until Him had come to her.
"What Princess?" Basher stood at the door looking down at the burgundy haired girl that stood in his door.
Princess shocked at the dead monotone of his voice that clashed with his perfect good looks licked her lips and refused to look up at him. "I came because you have Butch and I'm prepared to bargain for his life. Your creators and I made a deal that he wouldn't be captured and now that you're in control, I am lead to believe that maybe you will settle their affairs," she said with as much conviction in her voice as she could manage with the fear that was coursing through her body.
Princess was used to conversing with dignitaries from all over the world and she knew that if she addressed Basher in a proper tone like he was important his ego would swell and he would more readily bend to her wishes. If not she had other things to offer.
"Princess you do realize that it is 3:30 in the morning, why should I listen to what you have to say now?" Basher answered looking at his nails and smirking at the fear that was radiating off her body.
"May I please come in, I promise to make this visit worth it, if you give me a chance to talk," now Princess did look up at him, her eyes spoke volumes when they met his. She looked away quickly though, because the vast emptiness in his eyes frightened her.
He looked at her body and slowly let his eyes travel from her face to her feet as if considering if her body was good enough to be in his presence. Princess had come dressed to seduce he realized and he was slightly appreciative of her effort. Her tube top only covered her breast and the shorts she had on would should everything if she even slightly bent over.
"Yeah you can come in," he said as he stepped aside to allow her to walk in. Princess knew what she had to do now, and she walked in front of him, the thought of seduction putting extra sway in her step. She had to save Butch.
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Bubbles twisted and turned, calling out names, objects, and places in a weird tongue. She awoke drenched with sweat and her head pounding. Why couldn't she have an easier power? Why did she have to decipher the meaning of the dream, why couldn't it just give a clear prophecy?
She wiped her face with a dry area of her blanket and walked to her private bathroom. At least the castle was done nicely she thought. If you had to be captive at least be captive in style, she figured. But then again the guys were sleeping in the dungeon with torn clothes on from their battles and hard cots to sleep on. What good was it to have comfort if your friends were suffering?
Sitting down at a vanity mirror that occupied a desk in the room, Bubbles looked at herself. She had on some decent pajamas that she had found in one of the dresser drawers. Her hair was braided to avoid tangles in the morning and she noticed that she was getting little bags under her eyes from the stress of what was going on. She frowned; she would have to take care of that if they were to be gone by Friday for the dance.
"Sh_t," she said softly. They wouldn't be going to the dance if they couldn't escape. In her dream Bubbles had foreseen that Basher would lose but she couldn't tell who killed him or anything. There had been so many flashes, so many scenes that they had become jumbled in her mind the instant she woke up. She wanted to go see Boomer; he would help her figure it out.
Usually she went to Blossom or Buttercup when she needed help, but in her dream one of them had done something that dreadfully scared her, especially if that part of the dream were to come true. Buttercup might do what she had seen but she greatly doubted it. Buttercup would die first, however Blossom in her infinite planning might do something stupid because of planning too much.
Bubbles buried her face in her hands and thought of all the crazy things she had seen. If Blossom was to do such a thing, it might or might not work. Oh why did she get this feeling of impending doom when she thought of Blossom? It hadn't happened all the time she had been here with the others, but as soon as Blossom had been captured, her mind had been giving her dreams even when she was awake.
Dreams that said that Blossom would give her life to free the others, as they would all do. But Blossom had been told by Miss Bellum to be more aggressive and not plan so much. Bubbles knew nothing of what Blossom was thinking, and this made her weary. Always in battles Blossom thought things out and Buttercup acted instinctively. But now with all these new powers and advice, who knew what anyone was going to do to save the world?
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"You're not even real! You're nothing but a humanoid that is too much like a human for your own good, and you should be taken out like a sick dog. You shouldn't even be allowed to live!" As soon as the words were out of Princess' mouth she regretted them. She had wanted to coax Basher into her wishes through niceness and even sex if that would work. Somehow though he kept playing these games, ignoring her or giving her stupid answers to the questions she asked.
"That may be so but you would screw this dog if it would get you what you wanted," Basher stated simply as he turned to look at her.
"I, Uh, I," Princess stuttered trying to recover and failing miserably. "I'm sorry, I lost my temper and that should not have happened. Look we're both adults practically and know the ways of the world let's try to settle this in a sophisticated way," Basher simply nodded at her.
"I want Butch," she talked as she walked around the living room. She walked sensually, tempting him to something he could or could not have. She bent over to pick up some little porcelain object that had fallen. (We all now she dropped it on purpose!)
"I'm sorry," she said as she slowly rose to put it back on the shelf it had fallen off of. Suddenly Basher was behind her, one hand under her shirt and the other already unbuttoning her shorts.
"I've never been one to pass up free ass," he murmured as he kissed close to her ear.
Princess suppressed a shudder at the repulsive way he referred to what they were about to do. Butch had called it sex at least when they had been together and though he had not called it making love she could deal with the word sex.
Basher turned her around to gain access to her lips, and in that same moment grabbed her hair in a tight grip and pulled her head up. She squealed at the pain and tears gathered in her eyes. He kissed her lips roughly and spoke into them as he continued to assault them.
"If you f_ck to my satisfaction you may have your worthless boyfriend back, but if you don't we'll have to keep f_cking until you get it right, understand?"
Princess wanted to move away in anger and demand to know whom he thought he was talking to but she didn't. She would go through with this, and she knew she would only have to do it once.
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Gosh I'm sick, oh well. Should I put this in the Rated R section? I'm not going to describe the scene or anything but maybe I should. This is shorter than all my other chappies and that's because in order for me to post a fic a week I need to keep the chappies short.
Anyway, review please; I'll greatly appreciate it. Until next time -it won't be so vulgar next chappie, I think! -, Ja.
