A/N I mapped out the next 10 or so chapters so they will be way more cohesive and it will help the story flow. The revamps and chapter com joining will be finished by tomorrow, and yesterday's filler will be turned into a one-shot after I edit it again.

Anyway let's get back to our favorite kids.

I don't own the RRB/PPG I wish, everyone ya limbs and fingers

Chapter 7: The Calm Behind the Storm

Blossom POV

Blossom released her grip on Brick, letting go of him. The cinnamon and cherry scent of his aura disappearing. He stared down as she let him go, his gaze soft.

The embrace was nice, she'd admit that much. His hold had been stronger and it felt different. For a bit he seemed less evil and more human. A softer side is what he had shown Blossom, and the guilt inside of her gut was growing the more she saw of it.

It slightly nauseated her, feeling sympathy to an enemy. Someone who was created to kill herself and her sisters. A super villain. Big emphasis on super.

The rain from earlier however had gotten harder and she didn't quite feel like getting soaked in it. If there was one thing Blossom disliked more than Brick or a forest, it was getting wet with normal clothes on.

When she swam it was different, she was dressed for that. But getting your clothes wet was a whole other matter, it felt awful as when they stuck to you, as if they were constricting you.

"We should probably get back to Boomer and Bubbles." Blossom said as she began to walk.

She was definitely impatient to get out of this rain, and didn't want to stick around to be absolutely soaked in this rain.

"Right." Brick replied as he walked by her side.

The sand under Blossom's feet sunk as the moisture from the downpour entered it. It stuck to her shoes and was beginning to soak into them.

Her hair had been quickly drenched, but it didn't stick to her face as bad as it could have, thanks to Brick's bun. Blossoms bangs still did though, slightly imparing her vision as they covered her eyes.

She internally groaned at this fact. The whole point of starting to walk was defeated, but now there was no going back. It's not like she could just say that she wanted to get dry, there was no way Brick would let them stop now. Blossom knew him slightly better than that, once the boy started something he finished it.

Brick didn't look much better, and he didn't have the benefit of his hair being up. It stuck to his face, clothes, and neck. His bangs, normally pulled back, now fell down. No amount of baseball cap could keep them from falling.

Soon Brick took his hat off and shoved into his hoodies large pocket. He shook his head a little as he attempted to move his bangs from his eyes. Rain dripped from the tip of his nose, steaming down his face, just like the droplets in his hair. He looked miserable, which made her feel a little better when she thought about her own situation. It helped Brick also looked terrible compared to his normal looks.

Blossom snickered, and he glared at her. She quickly turned from him as he shot daggers through his eyes (and hair).

"What's so funny?" He snapped when she didn't stop her giggling.

"You look like—like a mop." Blossom barely finished the sentence as she broke out into a fit of laughter.

"And you look better?" Brick laughed, amused by his own joke.

"I'd like to think I do. Do I?" She questioned, stilling slightly laughing.

"No, not really." Brick answered with a smirk.

Blossom frowned and looked away. Somehow Brick ruined this conversation for her. His superior attitude was getting on her nerves just a little.

A little was an soon understatement however, as he continued his barrage.

"You kinda look slightly cooked spaghetti, extra sauce. No-no you look like a wilted weeping willow. Oh my god if only you could see yourself." Brick carried on. A grin could be seen ear to ear on his face, a polar opposite of what it was earlier, as he made fun of his counterpart.

"Wait, wait I've got it this time Pinky. You look like seaweed that was just washed up on the shore and caught around some fat dude's ankle." He laughed as he finished his insult.

"Oh yeah? Well you Brick, remind me of a wet dog. One of those Komondor's. I can't even see your eyes!" Blossom snapped back.

"Yeah whatever, I still think you look worse." Brick retorted, ending the conversation.

His expression was much more stoic, as he stared out. He looked deep in thought. Which made sense, Brick was just as smart as Blossom, and she bet if he tried more in class the teachers would understand that too.

Blossom stared out in front of her, dismissing the other random thoughts gathering in her brain. Watching for her younger sister to shown up on the sandy beach. It wouldn't be long before they met up again, then they could go to sleep.

It was only maybe 12:00 but Blossom felt exhausted. She rubbed her hands on her face, trying to focus on the task at hand. The cold rainwater waking her up slightly.

Her hands returned to her sides, swinging slightly as Blossom walked. She was completely drenched now, and her gray sweater clung to her. The skirt she wore wasn't any better, the pink fabric stuck to her thighs, making it slightly difficult to walk.

Blossom sighed, but her luck was about to change. In the distance she saw two figures under a tree.

"Oh thank god, they're just right there. I'm ready to get out of this rain." Blossom thought aloud.

Brick grunted, he seemed a little off, but it was an affirming tone.

As they got even closer Blossom ran to greet her sister, pulling her close. She was much more wet that her sister, but Bubbles didn't mind as she embraced her wet sister.

"Why are you wearing Boomer's hoodie?" Blossom looked up to see Brick, the inquisitor in question.

"You're wearing Boomer's hoodie?" Blossom repeated.

"My shirts a little— see through" Bubbles whispered as she tugged it closer to her, emphasizing the fact.

She seemed ok enough with that fact, but Blossom sent Boomer an "I'm watching you" just to make sure. He had to get that message, no little sister of hers was going to be violated by a Rowdyruff boy. Or any boy for that matter.

The last thing Blossom wanted was her sister getting fooled around with. Bubbles was too nice and that made her vulnerable. Sure, Blossom could just leave her alone. But something in her made her squeamish at the though, maybe it was just an eldest thing.

Brick on the other hand seemed to think the opposite, as she saw him poke fun at Boomer. She couldn't quite hear what he said over the rainfall, but she could interpret, and it wasn't what she wanted to hear.

That kind of behavior really ticked the pink-eyed puff off. Just who did he think he was, encouraging his little brother like that? Her cheeks flushed, the guilt she felt earlier completely overshadowed by this small rage.

But Bubbbles tore her attention away as she sneezed.

"Achoo!"

"Are you okay Bubbles? Do you have a cold?" Instinctively Blossom reached down to Bubbles' forehead, feeling for temperature.

"No I'm fine, don't worry so much Blossom." Bubbles cheerily shooed her sisters concerns, and hand, away. "Anyways when do you think Buttercup will show up?" She inquired her peach-haired sibling, concerned about her sister's whereabouts.

"Knowing Buttercup she probably got in another fight, maybe we'll see her in another hour. It's better if we just wait for her." Blossom answered.

Bubbles didn't seem convinced however and began to twirl her hair on a finger.

"I promise she'll come back Bubbles. She's the toughest fighter after all." Blossom comforted as she layed her hand on her sisters shoulder.

"Positive?" Bubbles asked as her stared up at her sister, eyes wide with concern.

"Positive." Blossom confirmed as she pulled her sister close for another hug.

She made sure this time to hold her closer and tighter. Blossom wanted to make sure she felt okay, and wasn't faking it.

Bubbles returned the affection, pulling Blossom close as well. Secretly she was still worried about Buttercup, but Blossom holding her always made those kinds of thoughts melt away.

She wasn't sure why but Blossom had that kind of affect. Maybe it was the shampoo she used, the strawberry scent mixed with raspberries was such a nice scent. When Bubbles felt sad, it was that smell she relied on to come and make her feel better.

It was Blossom she relied on to make her feel better, and Blossom was aware of that.

She was the pillar in the sisters foundation, holding everything together. And they all knew that.

Bubbles released her however and Blossom swiveled around to see two more figures head towards of them. They were very far apart and they walked close, and from that she guessed they were Butch and Buttercup.

When one punched the other she confirmed it, she ran out into the rain once more to retrieve the last sister of the trio.

"Buttercup!" Blossomed yelled and she ran towards her arms stretched out.

"Blossom!" Buttercup screamed as she ducked a blow from Butch and ran to her sister.

Buttercup jumped into Blossom arms. Swinging her sister into a hug Blossom quickly pulled her close. She dug her head into Buttercups wet shoulder, her hair had become a little looser, dripping out onto her sisters shirt. Blossom took a quick glance around as they released each other and walked back to Bubbles, who was anxiously waiting for them.

Brick strolled up to his brother and playfully elbowed him. They slowly walked back together, sometimes pushing each other.

It was a weird dynamic compared to Blossom and her sisters, and it made that guilt she had temporarily pushed back come back to her. Just what had she put Brick and his brothers through?

Sorry this is short, I just wanted to get something out and it's 11:12 pm where I am, I almost fell asleep while writing this.