Guess what? I'm back—dat's right, well, you guys seemed to like the first chapter. So here comes the 2nd one. I am SO totally sorry about the incredibly long wait—help me!
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.:.Chapter Two: Outcry .:.
The green puff came out of the bathroom, a towel draped around her. Her wet feet tapped against the tiled floor.
She shivered.
"Darn, it's cold." She said to herself. "Cold, cold, cold, cold…" she continued her chant. 'cold, cold, cold…'
So here comes the part where the room is divided.
One—the place where the 3 windows used to be was now replaced with a large glass window recess, denting outwards. There was a desk in front of the window, opening the view—Blossom's desk. It was neat and organized. Pencils were sharpened to the core—pens in full ink. You couldn't possibly get any neater. There were pictures of movie trailers and celebrities—like 3 or 4. The window was framed with a silk curtain and tall near-ceiling height cupboards were opposite each other. It was something like two big windowsills at the sides of the window, with shelves at the top where the red-headed leader kept all her books.
Blossom's bed was next to Bubbles' and Buttercup's, all against the wall where the old bed used to be.
Blossom had a pink duvet with two light pink feather-fluff pillows over the cover. She had a small brown teddy bear there too, on top of her conversational Chinese book and Beginner's Japanese books which were perched neatly next to her pillow.
Bubbles had a big, white, fluffy harmony bunny next to her white pillow which leaned on her headboard. Her pillow snuggled between it. She had covers with white clouds and a sky blue background on it. There were magazines stacked on her lamp end table which she shared next to Blossom's bed.
Buttercup's bed was light green and black. It was indeed, messy. She had posters of almost every single band and rapper known to ever rock the US. The raven-haired girl picked up and wore her robe and put the towel in the cupboard hanger.
She sighed and looked through her wardrobe.
"Good God. What to wear?" Buttercup asked herself. What the hell? Clothing fussiness! Already? Man. The hormones must be kicking in.
She decided to go deep to the very end of the closet. And through her messy jerseys, old t-shirts and tops, a nasty frilly long skirt ewwww…. She thought. She finally found her long sleeve light green top with 'I'm not a morning person' on the front in white block letters. She also took out her scruffy white legwarmers which ended at her ankle and light green flip flops. Now, for the bottom bit.
She then yanked out her white shorts with a light green trim and wore it.
"BUTTERCUP!" Bubbles hollered. "DINNER'S IN!"
"OK!" the green puff shouted back after a short pause. Buttercup quickly did over her long braids again and flew downstairs lazily.
Bubbles was just putting the finishing touches on the dining table and Blossom was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey Babs." Buttercup said, floating downstairs. Bubbles' hair was back in its two unbraided pig tails with her fringe flowing freely in the front with some funky clips she added.
"Hi Tercie." She smiled at her sister.
"Ok Bubbles, we're gonna be 13 tomorrow and we have to act like it, what's with the piggy hairdo?" Buttercup asked.
"Since when were you concerned about what I wore?" Bubbles looked up from the dining table and raised a brow at her.
"I dunno. Just concerned about myself standing next to Ms. Little Girly-girl Doofus with a nasty fashion sense." Buttercup shrugged, teasing her sister.
"I agree with you." Bubbles smiled.
"What?"
"We're becoming 13 tomorrow, and I suggest you stop calling me 'Ms. Little Girl-girl Doofus'. God, you've been calling me that since we were 7. Besides, you know nothing of fashion." Bubbles countered.
"Yes I do!" Buttercup said.
"No you don't!"
"Yes I do!"
"No you don't!" Bubbles was clearly having fun with this little game.
"Yes I do! What are you talking about?" Buttercup seemed to enjoy it as well.
"Tercie, I think she knows very well what she's talkin about." Blossom arrived from the kitchen with a big covered dish in one hand. She still wore her pink gym pants from today's fight but she took her vest off, revealing her white elbow-length top underneath. Her bandana was still on her head, her hair still down. Same clips.
But now she had on her white chef's apron with her pink floral print at the bottom. The apron ended on her mid-thighs. She also had on pink flip flops too.
Buttercup gave her a questioning look. The red-head put the silver dish in the middle of the table.
Blossom blew at her hot hands, so they were much cooler with ice-breath.
"Annnyway, what's for chops Kat?" the green puff said eagerly.
"You'll see." Blossom smirked. Buttercup drew a chair back and sat down.
The professor made his way out of the kitchen, holding the cordless phone in his hand.
"Yes well, not really." Blossom pulled up the cover, revealing a mouth-watering roast chicken, Buttercup positively drooling.
"That's nice. So when did you get into the country?" He asked, now taking a seat.
Blossom made a dash for the rice, Bubbles loading some salad onto her bowl, Buttercup stabbing a knife into the chicken.
"Ok…What? That can't be—how did you—Oh...oh...I see." This caught Blossom's attention, discovering that her super-human hearing doesn't work over the phone.
"But weren't they once a threat to Towns--" Now, this caught the attention of the other two sisters. Their father starting to get hectic.
A threat to Townsville?, they thought.
"Is it safe? Is the Mayor aware?" the Professor asked with concern.
Please don't tell me there's another city-wrecking monster ass that is like no other we've experienced before, because they've been telling us that since we started crime-fighting… Bubbles thought with a sigh. I've got this feeling in my gut again.
Hmm… Maybe it's another villain that needs a good whooping, ha! This is gonna be fun… the green puff thought full of sarcasm.
Yes! Another top villain!
"Oh…Ok then…Well, Of course! If you say so…" The professor said.
"Well, Sure!"
"Ok then. Bye!" The professor hung up the phone and took a deep breath.
The three girls scrambled fast back to their seats and resumed their "eating positions" as Blossom coded.
"Well, that was a lot to take in." Their creator said.
"What's up, Dad?" Buttercup asked.
"This might become a bit of a shock girls, but your worst rival, or…rivals are back in Townsville, and they've turned a new leaf it seems."
"Worst…rivals?" Blossom croaked out. Bubbles and Buttercup seemed clueless, there were countless rivals they had, the Gang Greene Gang, Sedusa and her splitting hairs, Head Sucker, Femme Fatale, Mojo Jojo, Him, all sorts.
"Yes, Blossom." The Professor stated. "But if Caitlyn says they're good, they're good." He assured.
"May we be excused, professor?" Blossom asked, paler than before. Buttercup shot her a look of annoyance since she didn't even have the rest of the chicken.
"Of course, dear." Blossom signaled Bubbles and reluctantly, Buttercup to follow into their room.
Blossom left her trail of pink as she flew in at high speed, shutting the door just as fast.
"Gather round, guys." The three all gathered around Blossom's table near the large, glass, recess window, being able to see the moonlight at night. The light shone through, and Blossom thought hard.
"You better have a good reason for this, K."
"Yeah, I'm worried."
The red-headed sister thought for a further minute, analyzing all the facts she had to.
"I've got it." She said.
"Finally. It took you 9.327 seconds longer this time." Bubbles commented, using her rather strange gift of counting, speed and accuracy.
Blossom paced around the table, making small noises with her trainers on the polished wooden platform.
"A threat to Townsville. Now we all know most of the villains we encountered for the past years have been threats. That's definite.
Is it safe? Was the next thing he said, very worried. Usually, he wouldn't be, since he knows that most threats are handled by us, so this must be someone, or rather some people, who are top notch villains…
'Worst Rivals' was the thing that shook me the most, girls." Blossom concluded.
It started to flow back now, the answer, was most unbelievable.
"I don't believe it." Buttercup said. "It can't be them! We beat them countless times! How could they have possibly be resurrected? It couldn't be Him, and definitely not Mojo. Sedusa isn't that smart, Femme Fatale is a hag! The Amoeba boys are hopeless, The Gang Greene Gang would take a thousand decades to think that one up, Fuzzy would never let them near his so called 'property', and all the rest of the villains are gone!"
"They couldn't have raised themselves up, either, since it showed that Caitlyn was also involved with them during the phone call, or else the Professor should have heard it from work." Bubbles added. "Wait…so…that means…"
"It was Caitlyn who resurrected…" Blossom started.
"The RowdyRuff Boys." They ended in unision.
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