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Chapter One

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"I'm a hazard to myself, don't let me get me…I'm my own worst enemy, it's bad when you don't know yourself…so irritating, don't wanna be my friend no more…I wanna be somebody else…"

          Buttercup sung the song at the top of her lungs while Bubbles sat there and smirked at her, finding her sister amusing at the moment.

"Buttercup you're funny." She said, standing up, "I'm about to go out. Want something?"

"What would I want when you're going to see Boomer?" Buttercup said, "A video tape?"

"Whatever Buttercup." Bubbles said, "Besides, that's what Blossom and Butch are probably doing at the moment."

Buttercup snorted. "Yeah right. Blossom may be dead struck in love with Butch, but he ain't thinking about breaking her in anytime soon, and Blossom ain't thinking about letting him."

Over the last few weeks, the school's most unlikely but anticipated couple were showing the whole world that they loved each other and Terrance Mitchellson, Blossom's ex-boyfriend, had just got put out of commission for a week because Butch caught him trying to touch Blossom in places that only he should be touching her. The fight was still fresh in Buttercup's mind and she savored every moment of it, being that it was very humorous. Butch had put Terrance's hopes up in having a winning chance with her and then, when he least expected it, he embarrassed him in front of most of the whole school. The fight had taken place in an assembly in the auditorium of the school and both boys ended up getting suspended.

Buttercup walked down the stairs and then ran into her father on the phone.

"What?…It's another boy…yeah…well, let me come over and see about him." he said, and then hung up the phone. John then fixed his tie and was about to be out the door, when Buttercup called him,

"Dad what's wrong?" she asked, curiosity taking her over,

"I got to go to Marina's house for awhile." He said, "She said something came up."

"So…is it bad? It's about the boys?" Buttercup asked,

"No. Just one of them."

"Who?"

"Can't tell you for sure right now Buttercup." John said, "I don't know all of the details for myself and I'm not sure if Marina would want me to let you know any of the details."

"Oh." She said, "Well, I'm going out for awhile."

"Be back by ten." John said, knowing Buttercup's recklessness throughout the day and how late she decided to return home.

"Yeah." She said, and then walked out.

          John didn't give another thought about his daughter as he stalked out the door as well. He knew new issues were on the rise and that something was to be done about it soon…very soon.

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            John walked up to the Plutonia's household and knocked on the door lightly. Marina had opened it within a second and while John was surprised, he found out why when he walked in. there, in the living room area, sat another child with brown hair, and milk chocolate eyes. He was sitting next to a woman who had brown hair, not as deeply colored as his, or healthy looking, but she looked like she was getting by.

"So…" John said, "What's this about?"

"This…" Marina said, "Is my late husband's last child."

          John looked over at his friend and back at the woman. There had to be a distinct reason she was sitting there with the child. Was she his guardian? Did she know more than he did? John turned his gaze to the Marina and asked the question he knew she would know the answer to.

"By you?" he asked her and then she shook her head,

"That's where…Melissa comes in. Remember her?"

"Yeah…the woman who your husband had ties with." He said, cringing within himself. Either the woman looked better then than at the moment in time, because if his assumptions were right, that was who he was with.

"So…Melissa." He asked, sitting down across from them, "I'm John."

"Nice to meet you." she said, with a smirk, "Listen, Marina, all I want to do is drop off the kid. I can't keep him anymore."

"Why?" Marina said, "Was it too much to look him in the eyes and know it was your fault that my husband got killed?"

"Excuse me. I knew the shit that you two argued about and you know what? I wanted him too. Even though he was married with three boys, I wanted him in my life. I found out I was wrong. You know what else? Before Saluke even planned on killing Raven, he was going to come and get him after he was born. He was planning on giving him to you to raise in the first place, along with your other three boys."

"That still didn't give you any kind of push to make Saluke stop him from killing him?" Marina said, tears running down her face, "I loved him too, he was my husband. Even if he did cheat on me, I was gonna stay with him unless he wanted otherwise."

John sat there, listening to the tension between the two women. They both truly did love Raven in their own way, but Raven's heart only belonged to one of them. John had a feeling that even though they fought and argued, he would always love Marina. He was wrong still, but he'd rather go and be with her than to spend his time on Melissa. He was just on a hit and run stage that most men probably went through. Something Raven should've been through with before he married Marina in the first place.

"Listen Marina." Melissa said, "I tried to stop Saluke, but he never listens to me. It's either his way or the highway with him. There was no way I could get it into his brain not to kill him."

"You know what Melissa? I'll take him. Just because he's my husband's blood." Marina said, looking over at Bruiser, "The other boys are gonna go crazy when they found out they had a brother they didn't know about, but that's something else they'll hate their father more for huh?"

"Thanks." She said, looking over at her son, "You be good you hear me?"

          Bruiser, for the first time saying anytime between the times that they walked in the house up until that moment just looked at his mother and then shook his head. "Whatever."

"Don't whatever me." She snapped, "I'll always be your mother. I'm doing this for your own good. You just don't know."

Bruiser sat quiet and then watched as his mother walked out of the door. Before she stepped out, she passed a picture of the three boys taken recently now grown as sixteen year olds. They had surely grown from the little five years olds she used to see run down the block, and get into fights as they had gotten older, much like they're half brother.

"Handsome…" she mumbled to herself, looking up from them toward her own son, before taking her leave, "Just like their father."

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Buttercup was sitting up in her favorite tree, over looking Townsville lake. She had carved her initials in the tree, making the tree her own for as long as it stood. She looked over the lake, quietly going through her life over the last month, thinking about her best friend and how he found love. She sat there, jealous of him at the moment. As much as she doesn't let anybody know, she wanted that kind of love that her oldest sister had found…or tripped over, getting her boyfriend drunk in the process.

She was thinking over that when she felt a rustling of trees and saw an emerald streak pass by, as well as a pink streak passing by almost at the same time. Buttercup looked over at her and saw Butch and Blossom well over the horizon of the sky, probably playing tag in the air. Buttercup smirked. She knew that that would take its toll on Blossom because she was fast, but not fast enough for Butch…yet.

Buttercup then took to the sky and then decided to fly over towards the Plutonia's house. She didn't know why, but she felt compelled to. After a few short seconds she was in front of the house, knocking on the door. Marina answered the door, and gave a warm smile.

"Hey Buttercup." She said, "The boys went out…that's if your looking for any of them."

"No, not really. Just waiting really." Buttercup said, walking inside. She saw her father on the couch with another boy.

For reasons unknown to her, Buttercup's mouth started to water. The male that she saw was…dangerous. She wanted herself to stop thinking that, because that was always the first step towards insanity. But she couldn't stop. She looked at his hair, and her eyes roamed toward the muscles she knew were hiding in his shirt. She looked into his eyes. Milk chocolaty eyes…something different. She walked into the living room and sat on the couch across from her father.

John looked up at his daughter and then shook her head.

"Buttercup, what are you doing here?" he asked, with a bit of sternness in his voice,

"Waiting for Butch to come." She said,

"You had to run into him on the way here." Professor said, "I just seen him fly past my head with Blossom."

Buttercup said, "Alright. So who's the kid?"

          Bruiser looked up at Buttercup, and got lost in her eyes at that very instant. Her short hair framed her face, and her smirk had him smirking back. The boldness that she displayed had him feeling things he never felt for a girl before. He didn't know what to do with them, but he decided not to ask, just act for the moment.

"The name's Bruiser." He said,

"Bruiser?" she said, smirking, "Cute name."

"No. It defines who I am." He said, sensing her sarcasm, "That's if you can deal with who I am."

John sat there, a million thoughts going through his mind. Bruiser hadn't said much of anything before Buttercup walked in. Either he was into females, or Buttercup had that drive that he might always challenge. He wasn't sure, but John could see a couple in the works. And seeing Bruiser's demeanor as he was talking to her, he felt as if he wasn't sure whether he wanted Buttercup to be involved with him at all.

"Oh?" Buttercup said, "You don't look like much to me."

"Really?" he said, "I can show you that I'm more than what I look like."

Buttercup looked at him with a level stare, gave him a challenging smirk, and then said, "Show me."

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"Buttercup." John said, as Buttercup walked outside, followed by Bruiser, "Stop this now."

"Dad it's okay. It's nothing." She said, "This is only going to take a few minutes."

"No it's not!" he yelled, as she took toward Bruiser with the intent to fight on her face.

The Professor knew where this was leading, because she and Butch did the same exact thing. But as the Professor looked on at Bruiser, he was a little afraid of the outcome-not that the outcome a few months back then was any sweeter. Though the two green eyed teens had came back with cool smirks on their faces. Buttercup and Butch could hardly walk when they were through with each other.

"Even better." Buttercup said, ready for that challenge, as she took to the air,

"Buttercup!" John yelled, "Come back."

          Buttercup stopped in her tracks looking from her father to Bruiser and back again. She was contemplating whether she should take that opportunity to fight him, or leave him alone…for the moment.

"What's the matter Buttercup?" Bruiser asked as he hovered in the air waiting for her, "Scared?"

That remark made her smirk, although she wanted to rush up to him and catch him one good time in the jaw for making that remark. Buttercup was afraid of no one. Buttercup wasn't afraid of anything.  And Buttercup was assured that she wasn't afraid of him…Bruiser. Buttercup liked his name. It was appealing. She hoped that his name suggested his character. He looked like the type to inflict pain that lasted.

"Buttercup!" the professor yelled, but Buttercup didn't hear him. Instead, she only saw Bruiser and the sweet blows she was going to give and take when they started to throw down-in a nice spot-for hours on end.

She flew face to face looking him straight into his chocolate brown eyes and then smirked. He smirked back, and then licked his lips.

"So…ready?" Bruiser asked, "I think I'm going to enjoy this…but then again it's going to end a little too quickly."

"Really?" she asked,

"Damn right. Look at you." Bruiser said, taking a quick sweep of her body.

He wished he hadn't done that. What he saw in that quick sweep could've made him too excited if he ever risked it again. He saw how deeply curved she was at her waist. The hip hugger jeans she wore complimented the curves. Next to that, the tight shirt she wore brought her chest out beautifully, and as a plus showed the nice flat stomach and her subtly cut abs showed and the silver belly button ring she wore. Bruiser thought the color she wore was made for her-black. All black.

"Yeah. Look at me." Buttercup said, smirking, "Now you see me…now you don't."
Before Bruiser could blink, Buttercup was gone.

"Catch me if you can cutie." She yelled, and Bruiser sped off behind.

"Oh I can, and I will sweetie…watch me…"

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The two had gone towards an empty green meadow, where nobody would get hurt. The only thing getting hurt in Buttercup's state of mind, was Bruiser.

"Too bad I have to lay it on him hard." She thought, "He's really sexy if I do say so myself…"

          The chocolate eyed ruff stood and looked at her. Wasting no time to clear his mind of her attractiveness.

"Let's go." Buttercup said, and before she knew it, Bruiser sped up in front of her and delivered the first blow her face, almost knocking her off her feet.

Buttercup retaliated with a counter blow, upper cutting his face and giving him a left hook, knocking the spit out of his mouth. Buttercup threw up her right leg to kick him in the midsection, but Bruiser caught it, and spun her around three times and let her go, letting her spiral towards the ground.

Once she hit the grass, she jumped up and shook her head to gather her bearings. She did in the knick of time when she was Bruiser coming toward her about to punch her straight on the face. She swiftly moved out of the way and then chopped him in the back of the neck and dropped kicked him straight on the ground.

"Aww, don't tell me that's all you got?" Buttercup said, as she watched Bruiser jump up and shake his head,

"No sweetie." He said, zipping back up toward her, meeting her eye-to-eye, "That was just the beginning."         

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            Blossom flew across the sky at a break neck speed of over 100 mph, trailing behind her boyfriend, trying to successfully catch him and win at least one round of their game of tag. He threw on the afterburners making it a challenge and that made Blossom stop, seeing as she couldn't go through the smoke that he made, reason being she would choke.

She flew above it and when she got toward the end of the smoke path, she stopped when she couldn't find a trace of Butch's emerald streak. She stopped and hovered lowered herself toward the end of the dark green cloud. She flew a few feet away from the cloud and looked around. She found it a little fishy that he wasn't around.

Butch kept his silent snickers to himself as he watched his girlfriend look around looking for him. He could admit she was smart, but not smart enough to catch him. He'd need to play around with her more often. Butch moved up on her without being seen and before brought his mouth close to her ear. Instead of saying anything, he just merely licked it, making her jump, scream and turn around in the process, with her fist ready to connect with his face. Thankfully, with his good timing, Butch caught her hand, and then pulled her flush against him and planted his lips deeply on hers. He put her arm around his neck, and put his other arm around her waist, making the kiss deeper. He then let go, and looked into her eyes with a smirk.

"Tag." He said, kissing her lips softly again, "You're it."

Blossom merely smirked and then ran a finger down the side of his face, "You were always the sneaky devil weren't you?"

"Whatever you want to call me sexy." He said, with a kiss,

Blossom noticed how close they were and was about to tag him, seeing as how neither of them decided to call the game off. Before she did, she heard a loud big sound that she was sure all of Townsville could hear.

"You heard that pinkie?"

"No." she responded, looking at him with a raised eyebrow, "I did. What you think it was?"

"I don't know." Butch replied, before thinking about what she said. She then poked her in the stomach making her jump.

"What?" she said, giggling a little,

"That was for making me look stupid."

"You asked a stupid question. I answered likewise." She said, smirking, "Care to ask another stupid question."

"No. I wanna see what's going on." He said, and as Blossom heard another loud sound like it, and without saying another word, they decided to do fly off in the direction of the noise.

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            Bubbles was laying in Boomer's arm, enjoying the sun light as it hit her stomach as they laid on a blanket by the lake. They sat there, just enjoying each other's company.

"Sweetie." She said, looking up at her boyfriend, who looked up at her.

"Hmm?" he answered,

"I'm getting a little bored." She said,

"Why?" he said, "I thought this was what you wanted to do."

"Well, yeah, but, I'm getting bored now."

          Boomer turned over, looking towards her and looking in her baby blue eyes. he then smirked and then kissed her on the lips.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"I don't know." Bubbles said, "Think of something. You always do."

"Well…" he said, "I can't really go by without tasting those sweet lips of yours…"

Boomer trailed off and kissed her softly again, liking the feel of her lips. He then pulled her closer and deepened the kiss, liking how things were going so far. Bubbles let his tongue dance with hers and moved closer toward him, not wanting to be far away from him in the process.

Boomer pulled so close to him, that for them to get any closer to each other would've been impossible. He then pulled her leg over theirs as their kissing became more intense. Bubbles gave a small moan and Boomer ran his hands through her hair. He pulled away and then looked at her. Bubbles looked at him and then wondered why he stopped.

"Why ya stop for Boomer?"

"Because if I don't stop, I don't think I will when I start again."

Bubbles smirked.

"Boomer?"

"Who says I want you to?"

Boomer grinned, liking that question and then decided to answer it. The blond couple was about to kiss each other again when…

Boom!

They both jumped back from each other, startled and disoriented, wondering what the sound was.

"Shit." Boomer said, "What the hell was that?"

"I wouldn't know." Bubbles said, "I think we should check it out though."

"What for?" Boomer said, running a finger along her face, "It's probably nothing."

"You don't know that." Bubbles said, sharply, "Anything can happen in this town, just because…"

Boomer sat and thought about it. His girlfriend was right. In Townsville, anything can happen. From the most uncanny to the most bizarre. He's heard the stories of the girls and their adventures when they were younger. That taught him to expect anything.

"Alright." He said, kissing her on the lips, "Let's go."

And with that, the blond headed couple flew towards the spot where they heard the noise, hoping that nothing crazy was going down. No one felt like the drama, and with those two, they were going to end it as fast as it had began-once they knew what it was.

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"Brick. That's not the book I was talking about and you know it."

"I know, but I'm curious."

Brick was in the book store with Samantha Grey, his girlfriend, and one true love. Samantha was looking for a special book that she wanted to read and Brick wasn't being helpful at all.

"Brick, put that book down." Samantha said, blushing.

"Why? Aren't you curious enough to even take a peek?"

"NO!" she quietly squealed, "Brick. Put the book down."

Brick was holding up a book aptly titled, 'Tantric Sex-The Tantric Art of Sensual Loving and Tantric Love.'

"You know I'm looking for another book, and it has nothing do with…that."

Brick chuckled at his girlfriend's squeamishness. He actually thought it looked cute for her to be that way. at least he knew not to bring up the subject so often. It might mess up her nerves, and make her second-guess his love for her.

"Come on Sam…it's not like I'm saying I want you to do any of it to me." He said, getting an impish look on his face, "Unless you to."

Samantha looked at her boyfriend and smirked. She then snatched the book out of his hand and then put it back from where he picked it up. She then faced him and then fingered him closer to her.

"Brick Plutonia, I want Life Without Friends. If you can't help me find that…don't hand me any other suggestions."

"Aww come on Sam, I was only playing."

"Sure Brick. You're a little freak."

Right then, a loud sound could be heard, like a bomb being implanted. They kept hearing them come rapidly and continuously.

"What's that?" Brick said, as Samantha looked up at him,

"I don't know." She said, as Brick walked out of the store, Samantha following him.

"Brick…where you going?"

"To see what's up?" he said, hovering up in the sky.

"So you gonna leave me here?" Samantha said,

"Do you wanna come with me?" he asked her as she looked from the bookstore to him,

"No. I think I'll stay." She said, not wanting to be in the middle of bloodshed and whatnot if something serious was going on. She really wasn't in the mood to be in a near death experience.

Brick touched the earth, walked up to his girlfriend and then gave her a kiss on the lips.

"I'll call you later alright?" he said and Samantha nodded. Brick kissed her on the lips again before taking to the air, and flying off, his red streak following him close behind.

Samantha looked at her boyfriend going to the skies and hoped he didn't get hurt doing anything. She knew that he was irregularly strong, but that didn't mean that he couldn't be harmed in anyway possible just as easily as the next person. He was just as human as any other person. No better, no different.

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            Buttercup was covered in dust and her hair was disheveled. Buttercup didn't mind the dirt, and from Bruiser's point of view, he didn't either. There was nothing wrong with her in the least. Her attitude, more or less, turned him on just as much. There was no denying it-he wanted her.

The meadow, didn't look as sexy though. Through their last few minutes of fighting, Bruiser and Buttercup got down and dirty. Bruiser unleashed an attack on her that would mostly knock off her concentration because of the ferocity of it. he had used his hands to use motions as if he were stirring up something from the ground. Within the next few seconds that he stopped the motion, the ground exploded and threw Buttercup off focus, letting Bruiser get the upper hand for the second. Of course she always came back with a few combos of her own and always ended up throwing off his concentration.

Right at the moment they were still fighting each other without all of the fancy attacks. Buttercup had grabbed him and threw her over her back and threw him over. She then zoomed up and tackled him. Before Buttercup could finish off her attack, Bruiser countered back by grabbing her and then putting her into a sleeper hold.

"Come on Bruiser…" she said, smirking as he put the tight hold on her, "You've got to be kidding me.

"I'm not." He said, "If you don't tap, I'm not letting go."

"Are you fucking stupid? This isn't wrestling. You're taking the pussy way out?"

"It doesn't fuckin' matter." Bruiser says, "People use any type of way to win. Whether they take one way out or another, they always win. It don't matter how they do it. now…you either tap, or you find a way out of this shit."

Buttercup thought of the many possibilities. She could counter him and thrown him over her. She could fake like she's sleep, and then surprise him, but he's probably looking for her to do that, or she could just tap, because she couldn't really think up much more. She was about to go to sleep.

In a quick move, Buttercup jabbed him in the stomach and threw him over her. She then walked over to him and put her foot on his chest.

"Like I told you…this isn't fuckin' wrestling." She said, and then dropped down on him and straddled him.

"You know…I have to hand it to ya." Bruiser said, "You're pretty strong…"

"I bet I am I bet I am." Buttercup said in an imitation of a five year old little boy's voice while smirking at her, "You're pretty tough too."

"So…" Bruiser said, "How you like it up there?"

"It's cool." She said, her smirk still intact, although her heart was racing for reasons unknown to her. She ran her hands from his chest on up. She didn't know when she started feeling on his wash board chest but she liked what she felt. Her hands traveled up from there up to his neck.

"I know I'm sexy but if you really want me to turn you out just say so."

Buttercup blushed at that statement. The thought had just gone through her mind.

"No thanks." She said, "I'd rather do this…"

Buttercup took her fingers and dug into the weak points of his neck, making him yell out and throw her off. As Bruiser stood up and threw Buttercup a look, he noticed it was his own fault that she pulled that off. he knew how to do that also, he just lost his concentration going off on how sexily her face looked when she was teasing him, and the way her hands ran themselves over his chest. If he wasn't good with controlling himself, he would've gave himself away on her.

"You know you're going to pay for that sweetie." He said, rubbing his neck. No matter how strong anyone could be, your neck was still as weak as the next person's.

"Oh please." Buttercup said, smirking, "You ain't shit."

Before Buttercup could blink, Bruiser zoomed up toward her and then punched her in the stomach, making her slide for a few miles. He flew up on her and then hovered over her.

"You were sayin'?" He said, as he hovered over her laid out on her floor, on the same position as they were before, only Bruiser was on top, looking into her eyes with a smirk on her face.

"I was saying that you're good." Buttercup said, with an impish grin, "But I'm better."

Right then, a laser threw Bruiser off of Buttercup and he looked around but didn't see anybody. Buttercup looked around confused herself, until she saw Butch emerge from the bushes, with Blossom and the rest of the crew behind them. Butch was the first to speak.

"Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing to Buttercup?" he asked,

"Me?" Bruiser said, "What's it to you?"

"Either you tell me…" Butch said, cracking his knuckles, and, turning toward the rest of them, who walked up toward him, flanking him on both sides, "Or we'll do something about it."

Bruiser smirked as the answer as for who the green eyed boy threatening him was. he was talking to his middle half brother. He was waiting to fight all of the boys, and maybe even the girls he saw in front of him for a long time. Now that he had the chance, he wasn't about to run away from it. he gave Butch a jeering look, and looked from Buttercup in that 'You gotta be kidding me?' look and then turned back to her counterpart and motioned over to them with his hand, and beckoned to them with a wave of his hand, while striking a fighting pose. He then smirked. (A/N-Think of The Rock) Two words came out of his mouth, "Bring it."

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Authors Note: Hey! That's all I have for now. I wanna know what you think, but…I'm not, I repeat will not continue if I don't get any decent feedback. I love to write, but I'm not writing for my health. If I wanted to do that, I'd be healthy as hell right now. (You don't know how long I've been doing this) Anyway, tell me what you think…and if I should continue. Be honest and open.