A/N: Hey, epush/brownsuga7 here. It's been a year since I've written fanfictions and I'm back into it. My writing has improved a bit so I hope that counts for something. Re-writing the first two chapters to make some sense out of them. RandR kay thanx bye
Disclaimer: I don't own Powerpuff girls.
It was warm today. Which was sort of odd, it being summer in the city of Townsville. Usually, it would be blistering hot, not that the change was unappreciated. It was just...surprising. Little did the Powerpuffs know, it wouldn't be the only surprise they got today.
"Almost done," Bubbles muttered to no one in particular. The sudden heat changes meant a serious need for the plants to be watered.
She pulled back a strand of her long and gorgeous blond hair behind her ears. Over the years, Bubbles hair had grown from it's previous length, on her shoulders, to her mid-back. She held it up in a messy pony tail . A few strands stuck to her forehead, from sweat.
She was on the last plant when a car grew closer and closer to her house. She raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off thinking that they would simply drive by. Surprisingly, the vehicle slowed down and parked next to the Professor's. The black Mercedes made the Professor's 'old tin,' as Bubbles older sister Buttercup called it, look even more unattractive.
"Bubbles!" an unfamiliar voice called. I whipped my head at the sound of my name.
I bawked.
There were four of them. Three boys I most definitely recognized and an ancient looking man I sure as hell didn't. It was hard to decide whether or not the man was beautiful or simply attractive. I settled for attractive. I didn't dare look at the three boys behind him.
"Hello," I said politely.
"You have no recollection of me do you?" he asked, a twinge of disappointment on his face. I nodded, sadly.
"...Oh. Well, is Utonium around? I'd like to have a word with him."
"Yes, sir," I led them inside.
Blossom was staring intently at the television . I'm sure she heard us come in. I'm even more sure that she noticed the presence of our guests. But she just sat there. Not even flinching.
"Hello Blossom!" the man said in a friendly tone. Blossom slowly looked away from the television and quickly looked back again.
She bawked.
I heard a soft snicker from one of the boys.
"Professor! You have a guest!" Blossom said, hugging her knees to her chest. The man nodded happily and instinctively walked into the kitchen. To my disgust, the boys did not follow him.
"I'll go get Buttercup," Blossom said, intently looking at me. This made it perfectly clear that she was speaking to me and only me. One of the boys grinned.
"M-me too," I said, feeling awkward. At that point, Blossom had long since left and was already down the stairs to the basement. To my horror, one of the boys decided to grab hold of my arm, stopping me.
"Hey, what's the rush?" he said with a sly grin. I gulped nervously. His matching blue orbs stared into mines. I felt a light blush creep onto my face.
"Boomer, later," the obvious leader hissed. Boomer immediately undid his hold and walked behind his brothers, heading in the direction of the other guest.. I decided to stay behind until my heart beat had returned to normal. I heard a crash and some yelling.
'Oh crap,' I thought to myself miserably. I sped down the stairs with a frown. Blossom was arguing with Buttercup. Again.
"Buttercup! I am not gonna tell you again! Stop using my stuff without my permission!" Blossom shouted angrily. I felt myself grow pale.
"Shut it Red," Buttercup hissed. Blossom's expression was one of evident disgust and annoyance.
Apparently, Buttercup was training. Buttercup never trained without some form of entertainment. Which meant her constantly borrowing Blossom's iPod, usually without her permission. Hence, they fought on a daily basis. And I was so sick and tired of it.
Blossom clenched her fists angrily, her lips making a thin line. Buttercup, obviously not intimidated, placed her hands on her hips and returned the glare with an even nastier one. Buttercup eventually gave an exasperated sigh and threw her hands up in the air, carelessly tossing the fragile item towards Blossom.
It hit the floor. It broke.
"Girls!" I heaved a sigh of relief. It was the Professor's voice that rang out so clearly. After a ridiculously brief pause, I heaved a sigh.
"Coming Professor!" I shouted as politely as I could. I went up the stairs, honestly not caring if they were behind me or not.
The mysterious man and the Professor was in the lab, their white coats blending in nicely with the walls and matching tiles. I'd been done her dozens of times, but the blinding light always caught me off guard. I stood in front of the two men, trying to contain my interest.
"Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup, I want you to meet my very good friend, Professor Lachley. He adopted Brick, Boomer and Butch remember?" the Professor said, pointing to each person as he said the name. My lips formed a little O in understanding. I didn't bother to look at my sisters beside me, I was still upset at them.
"Let's not beat around the bush. I was told of your strength levels earlier by Utonium, I trust this is recent...?" Mr. Lachley asked the Professor. He nodded furiously. Whatever this was about, the Professor sure was excited about it.
"Wonderful. Now, you've all been training very hard over the last few years. You've also gained experience along the way as well. But the Professor and I have noticed a series of close calls and half screw ups with you kids lately. The present training methods are obviously insufficient, so it's time for drastic measures," Mr. Lachley said with a wide grin.
"Oh god no." Buttercup whispered shaking her head miserably. The Professor shot her a warning look.
"Therefore, you've all been paired up for a series of...let's call them missions. You will each be placed in selected areas of the world. Places in which we believe you will achieve your maximum potential. Of course, lines of communication will be available."
"Professor! Are you insane?! I'm not-!" Buttercup fumed, but Butch clapped his hand over her mouth.
"Could girls be any dumber," was all he said. Brick grinned and Boomer gave off a sigh.
"Why you-" Buttercup said acidly.
"We predicted that this might happen," Mr. Lachley said sheepishly.
"So, to make things interesting, the pair that lasts the longest will win a prize!" the Professor beamed with an ecstatic expression. Buttercup felt her heart drop. This was going to be bad.
Very bad.
End of Chapter
bawked is kind of my own mini word. I'm not sure whether or not it exists, but it does for me! It basically means the same thing as gawking. Except much more intense. Like a total 'OMG' face.
A/N: Wow. could that have sucked even more? I feel disgusted with myself. Hah. Too late for that now. Next chapter edit thingy coming up. I'm so tired.