Back to the grind, trying to be less repetitive in my writing ;)

Additionally if anyone can beta/ help me find one that'd be actually amazing. You don't even have to be an actual beta, just offer some nice criticism.

All of the kids have normal limbs, fingers etc etc and are 17-16

I don't own the PPG or RRB, that's pretty obvious

Anyways let's get started.

Chapter 3: It's Raining it's Pouring

Buttercup POV

Buttercup cursed under her breath as she trudged through the thick forest. Something like this might have been more enjoyable if it weren't for a certain someone who was loudly trampling everything in his path. Amazing how a 6 foot teen could be this annoying, even when he wasn't talking.

She groaned and glared at Butch and snarkly questioned him "You gonna flatten everything on this goddamn island?" He stopped in his tracks, and whined imitating her comment.

"You gonna criticize everything I do on this goddamn island Butters?", "Or can I walk?" Feeling the need to further demonstrate his point, Butch raised his feet to his toes, beginning to carefully tiptoe through the roots of the trees. He glided under the overgrowth, gracefully moving the giant leaves rearward, turning to smirk at his counterpart before letting them go, hitting Buttercup in the face. "Sorry, guess I wasn't careful enough, I'll try better" he sassed and sneered flashing his pearly whites in a Cheshire smile.

Buttercup growled and popped her knuckles trying to contain the rage that was obviously building up. She exhaled, her bangs fluttering from the force of her breath. Do not get mad, do not get mad, Blossom told you, you have to work with him. Do not get mad, do not get mad. Buttercup dipped her head down and tied her hair up, smoothing out all of the loose ends as well. Gently, she moved the plant out of her way and sauntered past Butch, head held high and her composure intact.

Butch furrowed his brow and only patrolled behind her. Not a word was said, and it continued like that. They moved leaf, after leaf, after leaf from their paths, heading towards the middle of the island. The dense and flourishing forest surrounded them, swallowing them up, even if neither knew it at the moment, they were becoming more and more lost.

Nearby a brook could be hear running and Buttercup took a sharp turn, water was a good sign, they'd need it eventually and if they could find something along it, it would only be better. She grinned to herself in satisfaction, closed her eyes and pumped her fists for this newfound victory. Turning around (and still walking) Buttercup laughed "Look at this jackass I've found the perfect thing for finding a shelter, amazing what you can do when you don't be a dick the entire time you're around someone." That would show him! No one messes with the toughest fighter! Then the ground disappeared from her feet and Buttercup found herself falling, and screaming his name.

Butch POV

Butch saw it coming miles before she did. The stream she was talking about was next to a ledge they'd been traveling uphill for awhile, and it had to be pretty far up by now. And to his and her dismay she'd taken a misstep. "BUTCH!"

Luckily for her Butch was already making his way over, and by the time she fell he already had her wrist in his hand.

"BUTTERCUP!" His head jerked back and he dug his feet into the ground, trying to hold her weight without him falling forward and off the edge as her foot teetered on it. Pulling back, Butch yanked her into his arms and he tumbled onto the ground. It wasn't one of those annoying and compromising poses, she lay on his chest eyes shut and fisted clenched, his arms wrapped around her waist tightly. Sweat dripped between the two, whether it was from the terror of almost dying or the hot and humid jungle was a mystery.

Buttercup's heart pounded rapidly and Butch could feel the fluctuations by his own. His was racing just as fast but for all different reasons. Her eyes were wide open as she softly budged his arms away from her waist, reluctantly he released her from his grasp, hands clammy. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and fell on her back, heart still racing a thousand miles an hour thoughts racing. The same could be said for Butch.

Her hair smelled like peppermint, her like honey and coconut. It was a strange combination altogether but she made it work. She could make anything work. Because to him, everything about her was amazing. The way her small breasts had been smushed against his chest as he held her close, almost scared to let go of her. Even if they were safely on the ground. How her hot breath felt on his neck, forming goosebumps on it when she did. Even if she made made fun of him before she almost died, the look on her face was gorgeous to him. Especially how she called out HIS name when she fell, that was amazing to him just as much as anything else. All the comebacks she made to his jeers, the way she gave him a different kind of attention no other girl did. A different kind of attraction is what Buttercup gave Butch.

"Shit" his face was flushed with his eyebrows furrowed at the passing thoughts of the previous moment as he sat up, hands on his chest clutching to his shirt. "You could've died, man that would have sucked major ass" Butch chuckled at his own joke as he stared back at Buttercup. Her face was pale moreover reflecting both distress and the feeling of cloud-9. She started to laugh, fists clenched to her own shirt, rolled over and sat up, back turned to him. Her small giggle turned into a whooping laugh and Butch could only stare in confusion. There was something wrong with her, and he wasn't sure if it was from almost dying or just being here, or just being her. Sometimes it was hard to be like this, he wanted to help her, hold her. But she wasn't letting him do that anytime soon, his love was one sided, and that's what crushed him.

"I need some serious sleep" her face was weirdly somber as she faced him again and rose to her feet shaking only a bit. He followed suit, beginning to walk after her, both following the stream. The sound of thewater suffocating all the other sounds. He'd never admit it but there was a heavy feeling in Butch's chest. It was like an anchor and he tried to push it back, push it down, ignore it, he didn't like Buttercup not in a lovey-dovey way. He only wanted her body, this reassurance however only brought his attention to her again. The toughest fighter was breaking down, and the baron of berserk was becoming soft.

Flashback

It was a bright sunny day in Townsville and it just so happened to be a certain maralade-haired 16 year old boy's birthday. He was turning 17, the eldest of his three brothers, his mind was always running with ideas on how to keep them stable. What he hadn't been thinking about lately was girls. Until one walked into his workplace, her long peachy-orange hair swinging behind her in a ponytail.

If anything could go wrong on this late October day it was her. His eyes narrowed as she walked up to a booth nearby, not yet noticing him. How dare she? This was his job, and she knew it, she had helped him get it. But he wasn't grateful, not anymore. He'd never be grateful to this, bitch.

"Too good to say hello Blossom?" He said, a fist had formed, his nails digging into his palm as he tried to keep cool. Like ice, just like ice.

"No Brick, most customers don't say hello to workers." She was ice, and she wasn't cool. She slide her sunglasses down from her face, and stared him down. "However I did come to wish you something" Blossom smiled sweetly and slid Brick a envelope across the smooth marble of the registers countertop. "Happy birthday Brick, 17 is a good look on you." She tapped her manicured nails on it and notioned for him to open it. He frowned but slid it out from under her hand. It could be something useful, like money, and god knows how much he needed that.

Brick took his pocketknife from his back pocket and slashed the envelope open. Taking the contents out he saw a letter. Glancing back up at his unwelcomed visitor, he cautiously removed it. It was a hallmark letter, nothing special, nothing remarkable. Which was strange because that's what Blossom prided herself on, being special, being remarkable. He raised an eyebrow at her, but she only smiled again.

He closed the letter as soon as he read the contents.

"Leave", "Right now Blossom, you're not fucking welcome in this establishment again." Brick's throat was forming a lump and the fist that had relaxed was back in place, fingernails digging in his palm once again. They drew blood but he didn't wince, he was too angry. Angry at her ignorance, at her stupid letter, her stupid, goddamn, motherfucking, lazy and insincere excuse of an apology. "Get out."

"Why? Because I tried doing something nice for you? I tried saying sorry? Sorry Brick, sorry you think I ruined your life. Is that what you want to hear? Huh?" She huffed and raised herself, eyes defiant.

"No because you didn't make an effort, you're not as sweet or nice as you seem Blossom. You're a bitch and you know it as much as I do. Now get the fuck out, before I make your life a living hell." Brick fumed. His anger was getting the best of him, and smoke crept from his nostrils as if he were a real life dragon. The wine red of his eyes bore into her own rose ones. Blossoms face went cold, but she slapped a twenty on the counter and stormed out the store, her peachy-orange pony tail swinging all the way out.

Brick POV

Brick walked behind Blossom, her ponytail swishing back and forth like a pendulum. God how he hated it, it was annoying, her hair was too long. She could have the common decency to put it up, but maybe he thought, that was too much for someone like her. Someone who thought they were better than everyone else. His eyes followed her hair though, back and forth and back and forth. Over and over.

He sped up and grabbed her by the shoulder, hand firm to keep her still. "Brick what are you doing? Get your hands off of me." Blossom snapped. On any other day she'd have gotten him off of her already, but now there was a strength difference, and his was better, so his grip stayed, holding her in place. Bricks hand slid down her arm, he was playing with her. Her face flushed, but he only thrust his fingers under one of her pony-tail holders which he removed from her wrist. Gently he tugged on her bow with his teeth and her hair cascaded down her back. Blossom stiffened. Gathering her hair, he wrapped it around his fingers and formed it to a bun, which he tied in place with said pony-tail holder. He spat her ribbon out onto his palm and place it in her own.

"You were annoying me, keep it in a bun." Then he strolled ahead, leaving Blossom behind him, to stare as he walked his footprints imprinting the sand beneath him.

It was fun to play with her, it always was. But now it felt even more satisfying, given what she'd done to him. Brick smirked and even though Blossom couldn't see it, she felt it. The arrogance pooling from him, the sheer confidence. And the agrravation that came with it from both parties involved.

"It's about Mojo isn't it." Blossom declared defiantly and confidently.

She wasn't asking him a question because she knew the answer.

And he knew she knew.

Brick whirled around, his eyes, bloody red piercing her rose orbs. Blossom shuddered but held her ground. "Just say it Brick, say it out loud, get it over with," This time it was her stare that reflected pain onto a person, Brick. "Or I'll say it for you."

She walked closer and raised her hands high in the air, head back. As if she was praising some god. "IM AN EVIL BITCH WHO RUINED BRICK'S LIFE. I IMPRISONED HIS FATHERS BECAUSE THEY WERE EVIL EVEN THOUGH I PROMISED I WOULDN'T." She lowered them harshly out of breath, as Brick only glared at her, she continued anyway "I BETRAYED BRICK'S TRUST, I DESERVE THIS. I CAME IN ON HIS 17TH BIRTHDAY AND I TOLD HIM I WAS RIGHT. THAT HIS FATHERS WERE BAD AND I ONLY DID WHAT I THOUGHT WAS RIGHT. AND TO MAKE THINGS WORSE, I OFFERED MY FRIENDSHIP!" Blossom finished, and balled up her hands. Her face was red from screaming and there were loose strands from her bun flowing out which the wind picked up, and blew into her face.

"You're wrong Blossom. That's not even close to why I hate you so goddamn much." Brick glowered and Blossom could feel the daggers coming from his eyes sending shivers down her spine. Her face had softened, and she looked confused. Her own answer obviously was not correct.

" I hate you because yes, you locked not one but both of my fathers up. You left me and my brothers without care or a home or a proper income. But you helped me through that. You got me my job Blossom. But you didn't consider any of the consequences before that did you?" His nostrils flared, "Did you consider that Butch needed medication for his tick, that only Mojo knew how to fix? Do you know how hard it was to replicate that serum? Do you Blossom? Did you consider Boomer's fees for guitar class and the nighterrors he gets sometimes? You know, from literally dying." Blossom shuddered, and it was clear to Brick she hadn't thought of his, at least in his eyes, but he didn't stop, he wasn't done yet.

"Did you Blossom consider the fact that after taking two guardians away from teenagers, it might be hard to get permission for shit? To do taxes? To make meals? How many 17 year olds do you know that know how to cook meals. Not Mac and cheese, actual full on meals for 3 people. That will support them and make sure they don't starve. You don't Blossom, and even if you did you wouldn't understand what it was like to burdern all that responsibility" Bricks smoke had turned to fire as he approached the Pink Powerpuff. "You'd never understand, and that's why I hate you so much. Your ignorance is bliss and it pisses me off." Blossoms face, however was cold and expressionless as she tried to process what Brick has just spilled.

"I'm not ignorant Brick, I knew what I was doing." Brick stopped directly in front of her. No less than two inches away from her face and the flames from his mouth only increased as they began to uncontrollably billow smoke in front of his face. Only making his glare worse, his anger represented in those almost mahogany eyes.

"You what?!"

"Everyday I'm aware what I'm doing, you think playing hero's easy? You think it's all fun and games? You think I don't provide for my sisters? That I don't shoulder any responsibility?" She looked up at Brick, eyes puffy and tears brimming. It was obvious she was trying to keep them down, as she dug her shoes into the sand.

"That's ignorance, everyday is dangerous for us. There's always something trying to literally kill us. Don't you think I worry about that? About my sisters dying? Don't you remember why you were created Brick?" She didn't let him respond though,

"You were created to kill me, and your brothers to kill my sisters." Tears however started to descend down her face, dropping onto the porcelain beach below her. "I'm sorry though Brick, I-I thought I could help you. I though I could help with the burden of taking care of your brothers." She wiped them away with her sleeve, mascara staining it. "Obviously I was wrong, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for that half-assed apology and I'm sorry for that stupid Hallmrk card."

Brick just stared, his flames were gone fists clenched, and his throat felt dry. He wasn't sure what to say. Once he was a guy who knew everything. Analytical to a tee and prepared for anything he was stuck. Stuck on whether to hate Blossom or too move on. Brick felt like shit, something he'd never felt that often, but Blossom always made him bring that side of himself out. "I forgive you" His fists were still clenched and blood was dripping from them, but now he noticed the pain.

Blossom looked up from her sleeve, face stained with mascara as she pulled Brick close. The smell of strawberries, roses, and raspberries with cream filled his head as he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist. His head resting on her small and dainty shoulder.

"Thank you Brick." Blossom said, and then she felt a drop of rain from the sky, which soon multiplied. Until the entire sky was crying rain, fast and hard.

Whooo that's a chapter amiright? Blossom and Brick now hate each other a little less, and understand each other more.

while Butch is still rejecting his feelings. Poor guy.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed and I hope it wasn't too angsty. Next chapter we check back up on the blue, who are also caught in the rain because that's how weather works kids.