Buttercup had recovered after another few days. She locked herself in her and Butch's shared room, getting as much sleep she could between night terrors, and eating only small amounts of what the boys would take to her. Butch was the only one who saw her each day, but it was only to sleep and get dressed. Blossom and Bubbles had visited to check on her each morning, but each time she'd reject the visit and opted to stay in the room by herself. Little by little she got better. By the next Monday she had finally eaten a whole plate of food, and she even allowed Butch to stay in the room for a few spare minutes. By Wednesday she was coming out of the room and eating with the boys. She was finally ready to go to school by Thursday.
"So, is she going to talk to us today?" Blossom asked flatly. She'd had enough of Buttercup's pity fest.
"She means, is Buttercup feeling better today?" Bubbles corrected cheerfully. She'd just wanted to make sure her sister was well and ok in the least.
Boomer shrugged and looked towards the hall. "She came out of the room last night."
"Butch is trying to talk her into going to a few classes today." Brick sighed, fixing his hat in the mirror. The damn thing just didn't want to sit right.
The four X teens stood in the living area, awkwardly shifting their weight from one side to the other. Bubbles and Boomer seemed to be carrying on a conversation without a problem, but Brick and Blossom ignored each others' presence. While the two reds had been getting along rather well, they just weren't comfortable being chummy in front of their siblings. And since it was easier just to pretend like the other wasn't there, that's what they did. Brick continued to fix his hat in the mirror, and Blossom found herself pretending to read a book as she secretly watched her counterpart fiddle with the damned object.
All four hear a fumbling sound and something hit the floor with a loud banging sound, but not one of them moved from their placed. They'd learned there lesson on messing with Buttercup from Blossom's little slip up. Butch could handle her on his own. He was the only one who had the slightest chance. Another bang and few more muffles shuffles later, and they finally heard some muffled words. None tried to translate the angry sounding muffles, instead they all just stared at the empty hallway. (Brick watched from the mirror's reflection)
"Come on, Buttercup! Give it a try. I'll bring you home if you start to feel bad." Butch sighed clearly. The door must have been opened.
"I said no!" Buttercup snapped. "I'm tired. I just want to sleep." She was angry. They must have been arguing this whole time.
"Buttercup, it's just a few classes." Butch pleaded.
There was a long pregnant silence, each of the other four on the verge of curiosity. They couldn't see the two, and the silence was irking all four. Blossom wanted to hear her say she'd go to school. Bubbles just wanted to hear her say she was fine. Boomer and Brick just didn't want to see their brother thrown into another wall. After the two discussed the topic at first the night before, Butch had been tossed into the neighboring building's wall, denting the structure. Both winced at the memory. Poor bastard must be sore as hell.
"Fine." They hear the ravenette sigh. "But only a few classes. If I start getting wound up or stressed, I'm coming back."
"I'll personally bring you myself." Butch's voice was more cheerful, almost like his typical self.
For the last week and a half, the male green X had been mopping around school, not bothering anyone, even leaving the Freshmen to their peace. Without his other half, it wasn't the same. What was the point on picking on the weak when he didn't have his bad ass girl by his side. He'd tried to stay home, but either Buttercup kicked his ass out or his brothers dragged him behind them. He even left the nerd responsible for all this crap alone. He didn't bother threatening or fucking with the kid. He stared out the window in all of his classes, or sadly stared at the empty seat next to him. He even went as far as to not eat. Sure he ate a little at home, but he didn't touch the stuff at school or at any of the fast food joints Boomer and Brick decided to stop at on the way home. The poor kid had lost his will to...well, to be Butch.
The two ravenettes walked around the hall corner, the other four quickly pretending to be caught up in something else. Butch knowing glared at them, but Buttercup just shrugged it off and grabbed her bag from the corner it had been sitting in for a week and a half. She looked at Bubbles with a sorry look. Because of her, the cheerleaders and Football players were down a pair for the Talent Show. Butch had dropped out when she didn't show up. Since neither of them were in trouble, Ms. Cantress left it alone. The blonde just gave her sister's a smile and a forgiving look.
"You look cute, Buttercup!" She cheered and looked at her sister.
Buttercup looked down and looked over her clothes. Some dark tights, a pair of black combat boots, a black skit, and a green button down tucked into the skirt's elastic band. Nothing special. Just something comfortable for her. She looked back at her sister, who had a flow-y blue dress on and a big blue hoody over it, with some nice white flats. Blossom had her nice white skinny jeans, her favorite red heels, and her favorite red blouse; the perfect outfit for the perfect super being.
"Thanks, Bubbles." Buttercup grumbled and shifted herself closer to Butch. His insane giant-ness made her feel better somehow.
The six took off to the sky, flying to school. Buttercup and Butch lagged behind, Buttercup still a little self-conscious. If truth be told, she was really just afraid of falling a sleep in class and waking up screaming in the middle of a Teacher's lecture. That would be beyond embarrassing. But maybe she'd feel better once she got to school. If she could get back into the swing of acting like her normal bad ass self, then maybe she could shake this. What she saw had long since faded from her mind, but something was still bothering her. Like something bad was about to happen and she couldn't do a damn thing to stop it, and she couldn't do anything to save those closest to her.
"Hey, you ok?" Butch asked from beside her. He'd been watching her face contort from frowning to deep thought to fear to something else he couldn't quite name. He reached out to her to touch her, but he thought he might scare her.
"Come on you two. School's about to start!" Blossom called from just above the school.
Butch looked to them, back to Buttercup, and then back to the others. "You guys go on a head. Give us a minute!" He called back, shooing them off. "Hey, if you really don't want to go down there, we can just go back home. You and me, and we'll watch some TV or something." He grabbed on her shoulders, forcing her to face him.
She looked up at him and frowned. "No. I want to go. Might as well get it over with." She thought for a second, and then looked back up at the hulk of a super being she called her counterpart. "You think maybe we can pretend this didn't happen. I just want to act like it's a normal day." She'd rather not let people think she was weak or something now.
"Buttercup, I don't think-"
"Please, Butch. I just want to put all of this pity me, damsel in distress bullshit behind me." She lightly pleaded. His brows furrowed and his face contorted into some kind of worry mixed with some kind of unsure emotion. She reached up and lightly cupped his face. "I promise if something is really wrong, I'll tell you. But, come on, Butch. Don't act like you don't understand where I'm coming from. I hate looking and feeling so vulnerable and weak. If I start acting like I'm on, then maybe I'll be ok. I just want to get past this feeling."
He sighed deeply and leaned into her hand. "Fine. But the second you feel like you need something or if-"
"I'll let you know. I swear." She smirked. "Now, it's time for Townsville's two biggest bad asses to make their entrance." She took his hand and started to descend from the sky.
"Shit." Boomer cursed under his breath, biting down on the inside of his cheek. He and Bubbles had made it to class in time and were getting ready for the lecture, but Bubbles was bend over and looking for something in her back pack. That dress barely hid anything and yet hid enough to leave him to imagination. It was freaking slowly driving him insane, and he was almost dying just to touch her-
"Boomer? You ok?" Bubbles waved a small dainty hand in his face. He looked like he was in pain. "Do you feel ok? Should we go see the nurse?"
"No!" He jumped back into reality, causing Bubbles to flinch. "I'm fine, Bubbles. Just daydreaming." He mutter the last part under his breath and looked towards the front of the class. No he had a raging...well you can guess what he had, and now he was ten different kinds of uncomfortable.
"Ok." Bubbles sighed cautiously and then slowly shifted to start paying attention to the lesson.
Boomer shifted uncomfortable and dropped his wadded up hoody into his lap. He had to hide it and think of anything that would make it go away.
"You what?!" Butch howled in laughter.
"You poor bastard." Brick chuckled, leaning against the locked next to Boomer's.
Boomer hung his head, turning redder by the second. Why had he told his brothers again? "Come on you guys. I'm already embarrassed about it. Don't make it worse." He pleaded and closed his metal locker. He leaned against the cool material and depressingly let his head fall back and hit the metal. "She didn't see anything thankfully, but she kept asking if I needed to go to the nurse's office." He groaned.
"Y-you had a-a Bo...you had a bo-!" Butch gasped between fits of laughter. This was beyond hilarious to him. When Boomer texted a 911 Brother's meeting ASAP, he thought it was something like, he pissed Bubbles off, or HIM or Mojo showed up. Not this gold mined! "The nurses! She...and you had a...and the nurses!" He couldn't get out a coherent sentence. Brick tried to hold back his amusement for his brother's sake, but little chuckles got out here and there.
"How'd y-you...how'd you, you know, let the air out of the tire." Brick tried saying seriously.
Boomer's eyes snapped open, his face ten times redder. "That's not important." He snapped.
Butch stopped laughing, and Brick turned pinkish. The two looked at each other and then to their brother. "You didn't..." They both asked awkwardly.
Boomer looked at them harshly. "No! I just..." He trailed off, not confident enough to say it.
"You what? Boomer, what did you do?" The other two shot up, dying to know.
Boomer fiddled with a strand of hair, biting his cheek. "I...I thought about that time we caught..."
"Oh God! Not that!" Brick's face contorted into disgust as the grossest memory filtered into his brain.
"Oh my God!" Butch laughed. "Mojo and Seduca! You thought about...oh this is too good!" He started crying he was laughing so hard. He held himself up on the locker, trying to remember to breath between laughs. "You poor blue bastard!"
"I don't know you guys. He was totally off." Bubbles sighed as she fixed her lip gloss in the bathroom mirror.
"Did you say something, or did something happen?" Blossom's eyebrows furrowed. "Did you do something?"
"I don't know! He was fine until we got to class." Bubbles cried out, now facing her sisters.
"Walk us through it again. You walked down the hall to your first period, and..." Buttercup raised a brow. Bubbles had called for an emergency girls talk, even Robin was with us. Butch said he had to go talk to Boomer and Brick, so she went to the bathroom like the text asked to do. She leaned against the stall, Blossom stood in her typical hands on hip pose, Robin sat on the counter, and Bubbles was doing anything to keep her active.
"Ok, so we walked down the hall and then we went into History. He sat down and I bend down to look in my bag for my notebook, and then-"
"Oh dear God." Buttercup rolled her eyes. What was wrong was beyond obvious. Poor oblivious Bubbles...
"What?" Bubbles chirped, worry on her face.
"Is something wrong, Buttercup?" Blossom sighed.
"Bubbles, show us how you bend down." Buttercup stood up.
"Uh, what?" She blushed.
"Oh...oh my." Robin clasped a hand over her mouth, sudden realization hitting her.
"Robin, shut up. Bubbles, just do it." Buttercup instructed.
The blonde cautiously turned, and bend down to her bag. Blossom, who was lost and confused, suddenly jumped, blush covering her cheeks and neck. She held her hands over her mouth, utterly shocked. Buttercup nodded, her suspicions proven. Robin tried to hold back to bubbling laughter. Bubbles straightened up and turned to three. Robin looked like she was choking, she wanted to laugh so hard. Blossom looked as red as Brick's eyes. And Buttercup, Buttercup looked smug and amused.
"What? What did I do?" She cried out.
"Bubbles..." Blossom said sorrowfully.
"O-oh my God! I c-can't!" Robin started laughing...hard.
"Bubs, Boomer didn't need a nurse. He needed ten minutes in the boiler room." Buttercup chuckled.
"What? Why would he-"
"Bubbles, Boomer had a stiff one." Robin pushed out.
"So, he needed a back massage?" She chirped innocently.
"Yeah...on his mini Boomer." Buttercup chuckled mockingly.
"His what?" Bubbles furrowed her brows. "Guys, what are you talking about? What was wrong with Boomer!" She stomped her foot.
"Bubbles, you gave Boomer a boner." Blossom pushed out and then slapped her hands back around her mouth.
Bubbles stiffened and then slowly turned bright red. Brick's eyes would have been put to shame. "I-I...I didn't mean to." She pushed out.
"We got that." Buttercup laughed. Her and Robin we laughing so hard, Robin was in fetal position on the counter, and Buttercup was hunched over clutching her gut.
Boomer, unbeknown to him that the girls knew about his earlier predicament, walked ahead of the two green puffs. Butch lazily walked with his arm slung around Buttercup's shoulder, and she was looking at the poor Blue boy ahead of her, amusement written all over her face. The two boys didn't see it coming, but she was going to make both blush.
"So, Boomer," She started, Boomer calmly looking over his shoulder at her, "feelin' a little stiff today?" Butch snapped to, his eyes wide and humor beginning to swirl into the green.
"No. Why?" He raised a blond brow.
"So, History wasn't too hard this morning?" She pushed on, Butch starting to smirk. Buttercup truly was a devil dressed like a violent angel.
"No. Why would it be?" Boomer was a poor, poor oblivous idiot.
"I don't know. Sitting next to Bubbles can be kind of distracting." Buttercup pushed on, maybe he'd catch on eventually. The blank stare told her he hadn't caught on just yet, so she decided to take another route. "Hey, Butch." She smirked. He wouldn't let her down.
"What's cookin' good lookin'?" He jerked his chin up, a knowing grin on his lips.
"Wouldn't you say Bubbles dress was pretty cute?" She asked innocently. "I mean it was tight and form fitting on the chest, don't you think?"
"Oh yeah. Little Bubs has a nice rake in that dress." He slyly looked up at Boomer, things slowly clicking in his head. "And man, when she bends over-"
"You told her!" Boomer snapped.
"Finally." Buttercup chuckled.
"You told her, you bastard!" Boomer snapped, pointing an accusing finger at his brother.
"Uh, no. No I did not." Butch chuckled. "I don't know how she found out, but I didn't tell Butters about your little excitement problem."
"Then how'd she find out, Butch? Bubbles didn't se-"
"Bubbles didn't know. She said you were acting very...flustered." Buttercup tried to hold back her laugh, but the second finished her sentence, Butch was roaring in laughter.
"She-she said y-you were...ahahahaha!" He clutched his stomach, tears welling up in his eyes as he gasped for air through laughs.
"Oh my God, you should have seen how worried she was. She was clueless, she thought you were mad at her!" Buttercup laughs out, holding onto Butch who was hunched over, gasping for air with his arm still slung over her shoulder.
"It's not funny!" Boomer snapped.
"Yes it is!" The two greens boomed.
Boomer glared at the two, wishing for them to be just as embarrassed as he was. And then a certain memory popped into his head. A sly grin that could put Butch's to shame crept across his face. "Hey, Buttercup. You want to know something even funnier?"
The ravenette tried to calm her laughing, lightly wiping away the laughing tears from her eyes. "Yeah, Boomer. What's funnier then you getting a hard on in the middle of History?" She chuckled, waiting to hear it.
"It's about Butch." Both greens abruptly stopped laughing. Buttercup was thoroughly interested, and Butch looked horrified.
"Boomer, what are you doing?" He growled out, an death glare set in his dark green orbs.
"Shh, Butch. I wanna hear this. Go on, Boomer." Buttercup hushed her counterpart, urging Boomer on.
"Well, you remember that day at the beach?" His grin spread.
"Yeah. Me and the girls were having a day at the beach. If I remember right, you three crashed in and Blossom and Brick started another all out brawl." Butch started to charge his brother, but Buttercup held am arm out, blocking him off.
"If you remember that, then you remember you were in a bikini." Boomer looked directly at his brother, making eye contact. "It was a little small."
"Yeah. I hadn't gotten the chance to buy a new one." Buttercup explained off instinct.
"Yeah, but when you and Butch started fighting it came undone, right?" Buttercup nodded. "Well, Butch here ran off remember. Like right afterwards. When Brick and I got back to the apartment, we found Butch-"
"Boomer, shut up now!" Butch snapped, his twitch beginning to kick in.
"He...Oh. My. God!" Buttercup started laughing hard. Butch was growling, the only thing keeping him from pummeling his brother was Buttercup, who was pressed against his chest.
"Pay back is a Bitch!" Boomer yelled and ran off as fast as he could, a dark blue streak fading down the hall.
"Buttercup, stop laughing! We were fourteen, I couldn't control it!" Butch pleaded, but it only made her laughter increase. "That's it!" Butch snapped, picking her up by her tiny waist, and flinging her over his shoulder. He stomped off towards the cafeteria, a gasping Buttercup over his shoulder.
"So, like are you two a thing or..." Robin pointed her plastic fork at her ravenette friend, a thin and perfectly plucked brow raised.
"What?" Buttercup chuckled.
"You and Captain of the Sexy Hulk squad." The brunette rolled her eyes as if she was being obvious. "I mean, you two are all make outs and clingy couple like. You share his bed for fucks sake!"
Buttercup snorted amusingly. "Rob, just because a girl and guy share a bed doesn't mean they are doing the dirty Texas two step. And as for the constant hanging out, we're Buttercup and Butch. We don't get along with anyone else." She shoved a forkful of what was supposedly rice and chicken into her mouth and chewed with a smile. "Vutch iv Vutch. Vhav's Vall."
"Regular rules for girls and guys do not apply to you and the one person every girl wants to bed more than Zac Efron and Clint Eastwood's son." Robin shot back.
Buttercup swallowed before asking, "Why not?"
Suddenly a booming laugh was heard a few rows down and all four girls looked over their shoulder. Butch was standing up, his shirt gone and his abs flashed to everyone in the caf. Every girl was drooling, Buttercup included. His tattoo's sharp detailing making his body looked more toned and some how more muscular. The dark color of the art making him look tanner and more bad in all the good ways. His smirk plastered across his face and his dark green eyes gleaming whatever new idea he had swirling around inside. Buttercup's mouth dried slightly, and she licked her lips. Robin panted and groaned.
"That," She started, "is exactly why the regular rules do not apply to the two of you." She took a deep breath focused her attention to the ravenette. "Someone that hot, and someone as hot and sexual as yourself, can not just be roomies without the bed buddies part."
Buttercup rolled her eyes and looked back to Butch. He was starting to put his shirt back on, the fabric stretching across his thick cord like muscles. Her and Butch were just her and Butch. There was no other label for the two of them...not one she thought she was ready to admit anyways. If he didn't say it, then neither would she. But she would make sure that even though she wasn't ready to say it, every girl would know it. So, she got up. She walked over to the green ruff who was sitting in the lunch chair, his arm resting on the one beside him. And then, without a word, sat down in his lap. Butch didn't flinch, didn't stop his sentence, and didn't even look at her. He just adjusted lightly, and move his free hand to rest on her leg.
That's just how they were. Butch and Buttercup. More than friend...just not ready to admit it yet.
"No I don't think so." Blossom laughed lightly as she and Brick walked down the hall.
The two had become rather fond of each other in the last few weeks alone. No fights. No arguments. No threats. But there were a lot of talking, and texting, and just being around each other. When Blossom was waiting on Bubbles after school in the bleachers, Brick would be with her. Laying on the bleacher, his head in her lap, and one of his legs bent at the knee sitting up. She'd be reading and he'd be lost in his thoughts and his own head. They walked to class together, and worked on homework together. Without warning, they'd become the best of friends. From Enemies to friends in only a matter of months.
"You don't think Heathcliff was insane? The guy was out of his mind psycho, Red." Brick shot back flatly.
"I think he was just that in love with Catherine." Blossom giggled. "But I will say that..." Her sentence ran off as they rounded the corner. A group of kids were talking...about Brick.
"He's cute, but come one. He's a Sociopath. He looks like he's always plotting our destruction." One of the girls said.
"Well, he was the leader of the only group to actually destroy the town." One of the guys pointed out. "He's a monster. One that's learned how to blend into our school."
"He's not fooling anyone with that no-more-Mr. Criminal act he's got going." Another girl shot.
With each insult, Blossom's eyes got wider and wider. When she looked up to Brick, he looked like he didn't care. He's expression was flat and neutral like always, but she could see the anger and hurt in his eyes. The grew slightly darker, but he kept up his uncaring act.
"Brick-"
"Come on, Red. Let's get to class." He cut her off and led the way. Right through the center of the group. "Even Monsters have to learn."
Blossom reluctantly followed behind her counterpart, throwing glares and shameful looks to the other teens. She didn't say anything. She didn't have a right. Until this whole End-Rivalry thing started, she had pretty much thought the same thing. She knew better now of course, but she also knew if she said something, Brick would just blow up on her. He'd use what she use to say about him against her. He'd tell her exactly what she knew; she was a hypocrite. So, she kept her mouth shut and followed behind him.
Brick sat in the back of the class, Blossom in front of him with her back to him. She couldn't sit next to him, he had put his backpack there and he didn't seem to want to move it. She didn't have to turn and look at him to know he wasn't paying any attention to the lecture. He had made some kind of annoyed sound when the teacher dropped the white board marker, or make some kind of snide remark when he stumbled on his words. No, Brick was in his own head, lecturing himself. You could feel it in his presence, let alone see it in his eyes. A few people had stared in fear, obviously feeling the hostility radiating off of him. Blossom sighed, and took as detailed of notes as she possibly could. She'd give them to Brick to copy later.
When the bell rang, he got his bag and started out the door. Not bothering to wait on her like he had been lately. She didn't chase after him. She knew better than to do that, and she didn't bother telling his brothers. They probably wouldn't do anything anyways. So, she just went to her next class and then home. Bubbles had pranced in thirty minutes after Blossom, and she had started prepping for diner. It was quiet while Professor was in the lab and Blossom studied. That is until the Hotline started going off.
"We're here!" Buttercup yelled, the boys right behind her.
Blossom and Bubbles turned towards their sister, their expressions shocked and differing from each others. "Buttercup, what are they doing here?!" Blossom snapped.
"The boys are here!" Bubbles cheered.
Buttercup shrugged. "It was Brick's idea. But, that's beside the point right now, don't you think, Red?" She furrowed her brows, confused by her sister's reaction.
"What are we dealing with here?" Brick asked abruptly, flying forward to look at the town. "What is that?" He scrunched her nose, disgusted at the creature.
"A demonic." Blossom sighed, crossing her arms.
"A what?" Boomer raised a brow. "I thought you got monsters like Fuzzy, talking monkeys, raining nanobots, and zombie magicians."
"Well, yeah. When were like five!" Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Over the years, the monsters have gotten worse." She looked out to the ugly thing destroying the town. "Demonics are real pains in my ass." She growled.
"They don't have a weakness like sensitive hearing or weak bones, but you can kill them." Bubbles sighed.
"Welp, what do you say we get this over with?" Buttercup cracked her knuckles.
"Buttercup, don't ju-" It was too late. Buttercup was gone before Blossom had even started.
The green puff charged the beast. It was tall and pale, huge and hunched over. It skin was torn, scared, and looked like it was patched on. It had horns coming form it's temples, they curled back and around like a ram's. It's eyes were hollow and black, and it smelt like rotting death. Every Demonic looked pretty similar to this one. The horns might be a little different on some, and the scars were always in different shapes and places, but the basic looks and smell of the creatures were the same and were living proof of hell. It was tearing down buildings, roaring loud and terrifyingly. The sky had turned dark and grey clouds blocked any light.
Buttercup charged it, her bright green streak brighter against the dark sky. She was coming from behind the beast, her eyes watering at it's horrifying stench. She was only ten feet from it when it turned. It's massive back hand coming up and flinging her several miles to the east. Butch twitched from his spot, moving to rush after her, but Blossom stopped him.
"Don't. You'll only make it worse." She said. "Now, listen to me. We need to distract it. If it's distracted, we can get to it and kill it." She sighed.
"But Buttercup-"
"Made he choice to just charge in." Blossom shut the green ruff up in time for them to catch a glimpse of a green streak.
Buttercup wrapped around the back, green energy shooting from her palms. Each hit collided with the monsters chest, forcing it back with each blow. She looked to the other five, signaling them to do something. She was trying her best to keep the damn thing's attention on her. It's roar shook the town and suddenly, Buttercup was flung backwards, blood bursting in her mouth and white flashing behind her eyes. Butch lost it and flew off after her. He caught her just before she hit the ground, her body limp in his arms.
"Buttercup!" He shouted, shaking her.
"I'm fine." She struggled to get up, pushing herself off Butch. "Let's just send this bastard back to hell." She growled and shot off the ground. A reluctant Butch behind her.
"Well distract it, the others can kill it." Buttercup grunted out as the wind ripped past her, pushing her hair out of her face.
"You got it." Butch nodded and tilted off towards the others. He yelled it out from a few hundred miles away, and fell back towards the monster.
Buttercup threw a back kick to the beast's face, her foot smashing against it's gross, slimy, disgusting skin. It roared out and swung it's hand, but missed her. She dropped down and came back up hard with a hit to the chin. Butch came from behind it, jamming his feet into it's side. It growled and it's hand came down fast on Butch, almost squishing him like a mosquito. It grabbed a hold of the now tattered Butch and holding him up by his chest. It brought him to it's face, it's breath reeking and spilling out towards Butch. He gagged and struggled in it's tightening grip.
"Dammit!" He yelled, pain started to set in.
"Lean back!" Buttercup yelled, quickly coming down and cutting through the monster's fingers with a electricity surrounded arm. It screamed, or hollered, whatever it was it was fucking terrifying, Butch dropped before Buttercup caught him and held his arm over her shoulder. "You ok?" She asked, quickly looking him over for anything truly wrong.
"I'm fine." He coughed out.
"Alright, let's go." She nodded and took off.
As the two greens kept the Demonic occupied, the other four charged up their powers. If they hit it at the same time in just the right spot, it would all be over in one quick move. Bubbles focused on her sonic scream while Boomer charged his sonic energy in his palms. Brick was like a single growing flame in the sky while Blossom looked like an eternal winter surrounded her. Just as the beast's back was facing them, Blossom called out the order. A combination of bright blue visible vocal octaves, dark blue sonic noise, brilliant red flames, and pinky ice shot towards the monster's back. It attack smashed right into it's back, right between his shoulder blades. It stopped and fell forward, giving Butch and Buttercup no time to escape it's body. It hit the ground with them under it.
"Oh my God!" Bubbles screamed horrifically.
The four of them rushed down to the beast's no dead body. This thing was hundreds of feet tall and weight several hundred tones. If they were knocked out, they were at least severally hurt. The other four tried rolling the thing over, but it barely budged. Bubbles began to panic and Blossom couldn't think straight. Brick and Boomer kept pushing, hoping it was finally just roll or move or something. But then a rumbling started and the monster's body began shaking. All four shot back, worried something bad was about to happen. And then in only mere seconds, a bright crackling streak of bright green electricity flew through the corpse. Butch and Buttercup, beaten and battered, emerged, holding onto one another for support.
"We won." Was all Buttercup said before she collapsed forward, Butch right behind her.
The girls picked up their sister, while the boys grabbed an arm each from their brother. Silently, the four flew back to the apartment. When they landed into the living room, the two greens finally woke up. They had just enough energy to crawl into a shower, no bothered with the fact that they were both naked and actually sharing a shower. In fact they washed the others hair and helped scrub off grim from hard to reach spots. When they got out, the wrapped themselves in towels and without saying a word to the others, walked to their shared room. Buttercup sat on the bed while Butch silently wrapped her ankle and attended to her sever wounds. Butch laid across the bed on his stomach as Buttercup tended to his wounds and cuts. They threw on one item of clothing each, a tee shirt for Buttercup and sweats for Butch, before getting back on the bed.
"Here. I'll do it." Butch sighed as Buttercup struggled to brush her hair out. Butch took the brush and carefully dragged it through her curls and matted pieces of hair. When he was done, he silently placed the brush down and laid her down before crawling in behind her.
A few minutes went by, and then Buttercup said it. She finally spoke what they were both thinking. "Why is it always us? Why me and you?"
"Because we're the tough ones." Butch sighed behind her.
"What makes us the tough ones? The sports we play? The fact that we're the second oldest? The color of our powers? What makes us the monster bait?" She angrily cried out. "We're always the ones risking ourselves for the others. You did the most damage to the town, I was put the most dangerous situations when saving this damn town. Why can't we be the ones behind the curtains? Why can't Bubbles and Boomer, or Brick and Blossom be the first ones to charge, to make the hard call when the others won't?" She turned and face Butch, his dark green eyes calmly watching her.
"Because we're the strong and the brave. We do what they can't for them." He said calmly as he cupped her face. "We love them so much we'd put ourselves in the face of danger for them."
Buttercup sighed and leaned forward, uniting their lips. It was slow and careful at first, but it gradually became needy, and desperate, and so filled with their emotions that it was quickly becoming something neither one had thought about truly. Before Buttercup noticed, her shirt was off, and before Butch could take a breath, he sweats had been pushed down and off his legs. Without thinking, the two had started something neither one wanted or could stop. They needed someone who understood them, to took care of them, who cared about them beyond their siblings understanding. Without thinking, Butch was in between her legs and his lips were locked on her mouth; Buttercup was under him and giving herself to him without so much as a second thought. Without thinking, they had become more than X. They had made love, and become human for a small moment in time.
In the dead of the night, Buttercup woke up with a gasp. Another nightmare had infiltrated her dreams. Her heart was racing and her mind was reeling while her body shook and broke into cold sweat. The images of Butch dying as that demonic squished him into nothing flashed behind her eyes. She wanted to scream out, until she felt Butch's arm slightly tighten around her waist. He was here. He was alive. They were alive. She quickly turned over, her body pressed against his. She forced herself to think of their actions only a few hours before. That would push away the painful fear.
He was gentle and careful and loving. All thing no girl had ever said about Butch when it came to sex. Wild, hard, and rough were some words she'd heard before, but none of that compared to what she got. He took all of her sadness and anger away and made her feel loved, and safe, and wanted in only a few hours. She watched him sleep as she thought back on what they did. He touched his hair as it curled and laid gently on his head, she remembered grabbing it softly and bringing his lips to hers. His lips were lightly parted as he slept, her finger lightly tracing them as she remembered them on her neck, her chest, her ear, her own lips. His arm around her squeezed her for a second, making her think of how they held her and his hands caressed her and got lost in her hair. His chest lightly went up and down as he breathed, her mind going to how it felt pressed on hers, how it moved as he made her feel amazing.
"I love you." She whispered and lightly pecked his lips.
He frowned and his eyes slowly fluttered open. "Buttercup?" He yawned. "What's wrong?" He woke up a little more when he saw tears lightly falling.
"Nothing." She whispered and kissed him again. He kissed back lightly as her lips pecked his again.
"Ar-"
"I love you." She said again, this time looking into his eyes.
He stopped, shocked. "W-what?" He gulped. Was he dreaming?
"I love you." She said it again.
He smiled. He wasn't dreaming. She meant it. "Say it again."
"I love you."
"Again."
"I love you." She giggled.
"Again."
"Butch, I love you."
"Again."
"If you don't say it back mumph..." He kissed her.
"I love you." He said.
"I love you too." She smiled.
"Don't say too. It sounds like your agreeing or something." He frowned.
"Oh my God, I love you." She laughed and smashed her lips against his.
"Buttercup, if you don't-"
"Do it." She shut him up, moving closer to him and kissing him.
"I love you." He grinned and pinned her against the bed.
"Do they seem different?" Boomer whispered as he watched his older brother and the green puff.
"Mmhm." Brick nodded.
In the kitchen, Buttercup was getting lunches ready for her, but she was packing twice as much. Butch was leaning across the island, kissing her every time she leaned in to grab something. His hand would slid up the back of her thigh and she would smack it away when it got to high with a laugh. They looked closer and more intimate. They watch Butch follow her around the kitchen, picking her up and hanging on her. She even turned around and bumped into his chest once before she laughed and kissed him.
"Do we ask?" Boomer asked.
"No." Brick sighed.
They looked back up and both had to gag. Butch had her trapped against a wall, his head ducked down kissing her. The other two got up and left the dinning area, gagging and asking God why. Butch and Buttercup both heard them and started laughing as they kissed. They were disgustingly cute and they knew it.
"Is it me, or did they have sex?" Robin spoke up as she watched Butch and Buttercup. They were walking along the squad, sucking face as they did.
"Ew, Robin. Why would you think that?" Bubbles chirped, the image of her sister and Butch doing the nasty now in her head.
Robin laugh lightly. "Look, I'm just saying, as as person who's had sex, you don't get that couple like over night without sex."
"It's Buttercup and Butch, they've been close for awhile." Blossom rolled her eyes.
"Not that close, B." Robin shook her head. "You know how it is. You can be all close and cutesy, but until you have sex you don't go all unified and PDA like that. Especially if your those two."
Bubbles rolled her eyes, but Blossom blushed. She didn't know that at all. Every one just assumed since her sister's weren't virgins anymore, that she wasn't one either. Sadly, she was. It wasn't from wanting to be one, more like there was no one she ever really thought she'd give it up to. Bubbles loved Johnny when she decided to have sex with him, and Buttercup and Mitch got drunk and way to close one night. Blossom was the one always studying and never going on dates, and she didn't think any boy was worth the time and caring she'd have to give in order to get it over with. So, she's stayed a virgin.
"What's with the blushing, B. You are active, aren't you?" Robin at first joked, but when the blush on Blossom's face went darker, she realized how not joking Blossom was. "Oh my Gosh! You're a vir-"
"Don't yell it!" Blossom slapped a hand over Robin's mouth. "I don't want people knowing that!"
Robin's brow arched as she peeled away her friend's hand. "People or person?" She asked.
"What?" Blossom glared.
"Do you not want people to know that, or just one person?" Robin laughed. "You don't want Brick to know you still have your cherry." She giggled.
"Brick has nothing to do with that!" Blossom shot.
"I have nothing to do with what?" Brick asked from behind the girls.
"Brick!" Blossom turned red and jumped. "Wh-what are you doing here?" She asked.
"Your sister and my brother are a little more gross to hang with, so I thought I'd come over here and chill." He shrugged. "So, what do I have nothing to do with?" He looked to Robin.
"Cherries." She simply said.
Brick furrowed his brows and then coolly looked down at Blossom. "You're a virgin?"
Blossom gaped. "H-how did you get th-that from ch-cherries?" She shot, trying to be upset.
"It's ok if you are. Some guys like knowing no one else has touched a girl that way." He shrugged.
"And are you one of those guys, Brick?" Robin asked amused, leaning forward and leaning on her hand.
He shrugged. "You could say that. Give you a sense of pride and dominance I guess."
"So, you like girls who are virgins." She pushed.
He frowned and said, "I don't just like taking a girl's virginity if that's what you're getting at, Robin."
"I didn't say that." She held her hands up. "Just that if you had a girlfriend who was a virgin, and she decided to ride your hobby horse, you wouldn't hate it."
"No. I wouldn't." He stated flatly.
"Why are we even talking about this?" Blossom cried out.
"And what about you, Bloss. Do you like a guy with experience or who has none?" Boomer, who appeared out of nowhere, asked.
"Boomer, when did you-"
"Experience. She likes a guy who has experience." Bubbles answered. "She said once that a guy who knows what he's knowing would be nice."
"Bubbles, that was confidential!" Blossom snapped.
"It was truth or dare Sophomore year. Not exactly secret, Bloss." Robin giggled.
"Can we just stop talking about this now? Please!" She cried out, obviously embarrassed. She got up and stomped off, pissed and bright red.
"So, Blossom, is it true?" Princess asked snarkishly.
"Is what true?" The pink puff asked aggrivatedly and shut her locker.
"You're a virgin." Princess shot out with a smirk. "I'm not surprised. Who would want to sleep with a-"
Before she could finish, Blossom was turned and pushed against the locker. Her lips locked with someone's. It was a heated and hot kiss, one that would kill the rumor of her being a virgin. A hand was pressed against the locker next to her head, another was on her hip gently moving her waist to a hard torso. Her hands went up to a firm chest, an arm slipping around the shoulder of her new found hero. When the soft yet firm pair of lips pulled from hers, she was frazzled a little and she was breathing rather heavy. She looked up in her hazy daze to see red eyes and a well known smirk.
"Does she look like a virgin to you?" Brick snapped, his arm pulled Blossom very close to him. "Excuse us, Princess. We have some work to get to." He led Blossom past the shocked frizzy ginger and towards a more secluded library.
He kept pulling her towards the back shelves, the rows of books no one went to. He spun her around and pressed her up against the shelf, his lips crushing down on hers. His hands roamed her body up and down, as hers grabbed at her hair and shoulders, anything to pull him closer to her. It was hot, it was messy, but most of all it was fun. Their make out last an hour, which cut into one of their classes, but for the first time in forever, Blossom didn't care about skipping. She was actually enjoying herself for once, and Brick's lips were to distracting to care about class.
"You totally made out with Brick Jojo." Robin deadpanned.
"Excuse me?" Blossom blushed.
"You have major make out hair. Looks like it was good, especially since I heard you skipped your AP History class." Bubbles giggled.
"So, was it great or what?" Robin asked.
Blossom bit her lip and looked over towards Brick. Him and Boomer were wrapped up in a conversation. "Ok," She sighed and smiled, "it was amazing."
"Go, Red. Get you some!" Robin laughed and high fived her friend.
Suddenly the doors bursted open and a messy headed Butch and Buttercup stumbled in. She was smiling goofy like and Butch was grinning in satisfaction. He gave her a small kiss before walking over to his brothers while she kind of wobbled her way to her sisters and Robin. All three girls were wide eyed as the ravenette sat down and sighed. She looked like she was on kind of cloud nine high, but it didn't look drug induced at all. Unless that drug was 6'4'', a muscular hulk, with black hair and green eyes.
"Boiler room sex?" Robin asked.
"Eraser." Buttercup corrected in her daze.
"You have sex hair." Bubbles whispered.
Buttercup looked at her slowly. "Oh." She said and reached up to flatten her hair. She brushed her fingers through the curls and mats, working the knots out. As she did she slowly came down from her daze. "Anything new with you guys?" She asked.
"Wellllll," Robin grinned. "Blossom here got her first good make out with Brick."
Buttercup chuckled. "About damn time."
"Oh fuck off, Buttercup." Blossom shot.
"I just did five minutes ago." Buttercup winked.
Soundlessly asleep. Butch and Buttercup were intertwined in slumber in their room, Boomer was laying flat on his back, snoring away with one away reached across the empty spot in the bed with the other over his chest, and Brick was sleeping soundlessly in his room, his arms wrapped around his pillow has he hid his face in the soft material. No one was awake, and not a sound was in the apartment. It was so silent, a pin drop would sound like an atom bomb going off in there. The sudden sound of the kitchen window squeaking open had all four super powered teens awake and aware of their surroundings.
No one moved, they stayed in their places, acting as though they were asleep. Butch pulled Buttercup closer to him, almost fully on top of him as they waited for another sound. Boomer looked at his door, faking snores as he waited to see a passing shadow. Brick was watching his door from the corner of his eye, stretching his arm out to make it seem he was still asleep. They heard something hit the floor and a soft curse. Buttercup's brows furrowed. She knew that voice. She heard another squeaking sound, like someone was attempting to tiptoe across the slightly loose floorboards. She heard Boomer and Brick's breathing both shift, knowing they were getting up. Butch pushed himself up, Buttercup throwing his t-shirt on to cover herself.
"Butch, wait." Too late. He and his brothers were all in the hall, nodding to one another. All three ran into the living room, their fist aglow. Buttercup groaned and ran after them. "Boys wait a second!" She snapped and flipped a light on. "It's Robin." She sighed and looked at the frozen brunette.
The girl was frozen in place behind the couch, caught sneaking around the Rowdy Residence. She was pale white, making a dark purple bruise stand out on her skin. Robin's hair was a mess, her face was covered in running mascara stains and her eyes were red and puffy, and her clothes were covered in dirt. She looked like she'd been crying the whole way here. Her lip was busted, a big hand bruise was left on her arm, and she had a few scratches and minor cuts on various parts of her body.
Buttercup sighed knowingly and turned to the boys. "Go back to bed." She pushed them back to the bedroom hall. "Go. I'll explain later."
"Buttercup,"
"Butch, go back to bed. I'll be back in a few minutes." She cut him off. "Now go. All three of you." She groaned and then turned back to Robin. "I've got some tea in the kitchen. Come on." She sighed.
She switched the light on, her eyes adjusting to the light quickly. She started up a kettle and waited for Robin to start. She had a feeling she already knew what happen. Well, it was more than a feeling. It was a recurrence that seemed to be happening a lot lately. Robin had been sneaking in at night since before Buttercup left the Professor's household. She thought it had stopped since she moved into the apartment, but obviously it hadn't.
"So, what was it this time? Nick not like the color of your shirt? Maybe it was the kind of lipstick you were wearing." Buttercup shot. She was getting tired of seeing her friend beaten and battered, and being able to do anything because Robin kept begging her not to.
"Buttercup," She sighed brokenly.
"No, Robin. Why do you think you deserve to be abused like this?" The ravenette snapped. "You don't deserve it."
"Buttercup, he left." Tears started brimming the brunette's eyes.
"Left what? Another bruise? I can see that." She groaned.
"No. Buttercup, Nick left. He left me." She cried. Tears streamed down her beaten face, probably stinking all the wounds. "He said...he said he was tired of me. That I...that I bored him." She sobbed. Buttercup's expression softened. She walked around the island and held her friend close to her. "What am I going to do without him? I love him." She cried out again and again.
"It's going to be ok. Shhhh. It's all going to be ok." Buttercup kept reassuring her.
After what felt like an hour, she had Robin get into the shower and told her what all she could use. While she was in there she asked Boomer if there was any clothes Robin could sleep in. He had a pair of basketball shorts and thankfully Brick had a clean shirt. She gave the girl a pair of her underwear and took her clothes from her. She made her a spot on the couch and put her to bed. As she drifted off, Buttercup went and washed her clothes; washing out the blood and dirt stains. She hung them outside to air dry and then she finally went to bed. Butch pulled her in close and didn't ask.
The next morning, Buttercup got up extra early and got ready. She made breakfast for everyone and took Robin's clothes down. She made sure all the stains were out of the fabric. She woke Robin up and had her shower and get dressed. She helped Robin, as always, cover her injuries with makeup and made her look as good as new. When the boys woke up, she looked like nothing had happened the day before. All three sleepy eyes, bed headed, boys sat down and ate what Buttercup put in front of them.
"Dude, this is an everyday thing?" Robin asked as she and Buttercup stood at the island drinking coffee.
"Yup." Buttercup nodded and took a sip.
Robin laughed lightly. "You know, they're even hotter when they're sleepy."
"Thank you." All three said in the sleep voices.
Robin stiffened and then looked at Buttercup. "Super hearing. Beware."
Robin nodded and then typed something on her phone before showing it to Buttercup: Sleepy voices = Hot rough voices. Buttercup snorted and laughed before walking around the counter to get more coffee.
"You better go get dressed guys. Blossom will hunt us down if we're late." She called over her shoulder, all three shooting up and racing to the shower.
Robin watched in amusement and shock. "You're running a household." She stated. "Like actually running a home."
Buttercup shrugged and stir in the creamer and sugar. "Yeah, well without all the crippling rules Blossom had, and someone always doubting you, it's not too hard. I make sure the bills get paid, cook, clean, make sure they shower, and I do their laundry. It's not exactly hard work." Buttercup stated honestly.
Robin smiled and softly giggled. "You're a housewife." She muttered.
"Shut up." Buttercup threw a hand towel at her friend and laughed.
"Buttercup, where's my Stones T-shirt?" Butch hollered.
"Check in the top drawer. It should be in there." She called back.
There was a small pause of silence and then "I got it. Thank you." He walked around the corner and pecked her lips. She handed him a cup of coffee.
"Buttercup, where are my black converses?" Boomer asked as he rounded the corner.
"In front of the door." She sighed.
"Buttercup-"
"You hat is on your nightstand, Brick!" She yelled.
"Thank you." He nodded his head as he placed the object on his head.
Robin looked at the ravenette girl and raised a brow before mouthing "House. Wife." Buttercup flipped her the bird and rolled her eyes with a smile.