Butch~
Since I told Father I would use her to our advantage I had to train her myself. I've seen how easily she could take down some of the champions in an almost bored manner, so it was time that she had a real challenge for once. I can't tell if I'm doing this for her or my own piece of mind to know that I've done everything in my power to keep her safe and strong.
She's panting and I can tell that her body is starting to feel fatigue but she's smiling. Her muscles strain from movement but she lunges at me anyway. Her fist arches high and I dodge just in time, refusing to counter.
"Come on, hit me Butch!" She snarls turning, back handing me in the mouth. Of course I barely feel it but her smug smirk is starting to piss me off. My fingers twitch and I have to remind myself that I can't go all out on her. My gut tells me over and over again that I can go as rough as I want but my brain reminds me that she's human, fragile. She's relentless on her punch brigade but I block every single one. Her face is glistening with sweat and her pouty lips are pursed in both concentration and frustration. I bite my lip hoping it will calm the attraction that I feel for her. Her scent is overwhelmingly delicious, especially now. It's a mix of her natural pheromones, a sweet intoxicating smell and a little of whatever Hecate put in her bath mix last night. Coconuts and lime tickle my nose and distract me. Buttercup uses this to her advantage and somehow knocks me onto my back. She straddles me in seconds and pins my arms beneath her.
"Oh come on Butchie don't you want to play?" She says sweetly, grinding against me. I let out a small groan and try very hard to not get hard. If she knew how attracted I was to her she would use that against me.
She is named after a poisonous flower after all.
"You aren't even trying." Her voice dips dangerously low as she leans in close, lips brushing my own, "Huh I guess being a King has made you soft."
The whole hour and a half we have been training she has taunted me and I've finally had enough. I throw her off of me, she flies about five feet in the air and I'm on my feet in a second. In my mind's eye this battle plays out a different way, she counters as if we've done this song and dance before. I can feel the ghost of her hand grab me by the nape of the neck and slam me face first into the ground, her laugh echoing as the ground shakes from the impact. I would find my feet shortly and we would squabble some more, more fists flying, dodging by a fraction of a second only getting the upper hand by sheer force alone. I would pin her to the ground my lips inches from hers. She would stare up at me….my head burns. Her face layers on top of itself, angry, spiteful, loving, and smiling. The sound of her hitting the gym floor pulls me back to reality. She doesn't groan as I hear ribs snapping in unison, one of her hands flies to her right side. I'm on top of her in an instant. My hand perched on her throat, the other on her hip.
"So I've gotten to soft huh?" I ask, eyes trained on her neck wounds. I slip my thumb and forefinger past the stitches and prod gently. She lets out mixture of a snarl and a whimper. I laugh darkly watching the blood begin to seep onto my fingers but I can't stop there, my left hand snakes up her shirt and pokes her broken ribs. She gasps out and the breathy sound ghosts on my ear. Her skin is like silk and I bare my teeth just watching the blood. Why is her skin driving me crazy? My eyes flicker to her face instinctively wanting to see the pain I'm causing. Which is a lot, her lime eyes are starting to water and her lips are curled up in a grimace, more pain than what she's shown in the Pits and she's had far worse wounds. Yet instead of pride swelling in my chest, guilt does. Sitting heavy on my heart like a brick. I act without thought, I remove my thumb and forefinger but keep my hand firmly pressed against her Adam's apple, just enough to keep that breathy sound. I lean close to her while she watches with wide and angry eyes before I tilt my head and bring my lips to hers. She growls against my lips before beginning to soften as I continue to work her lips against my own. The kiss is heated and becomes rougher as she licks my lips, our tongues fight while my left hand explores her torso. She winces against my lips and I continue to kiss her, my left hand glowing green against her ribs. What feels like memories but can't be more than fantasies flash through my head, us kissing, Buttercup beneath me or bent over in front of me teasing me with those pouty lips 'Good kitten' echoes in my ears in my own rasped tone. Fire spreads up my spine and into my head painting the fantasies in a dark light. I shove her roughly into the ground away from me and jump off of her as if she's the one burning me. I wipe my lips and look at her in disgust for a moment, feeling disgusted with myself more than anything. She set a good trap and I've fallen for it.
"I'm done training with you for today, continue your laps and reps. Hecate will come and get you for dinner," I growl before leaving.
Once outside of the gym I launch myself into the air for a long flight to clear my head.
Buttercup~
The sound of the door closing jars me awake. I snuggle deeper into the comforter ignoring Butch as he does his nightly undressing. Still angry with the look he gave me this afternoon. As if I was the one seducing him. I'm guessing he just had a meeting with his brothers as he forgoes a shower. He plops down on the couch and I hear the TV in the sitting room drone on and fall back into a deep sleep.
Today I cannot be bothered by a damn thing. Today I want to do nothing which is bad.
It's abnormal and normally means that I am having a bad day of some sort. I ignore my sisters' calls and float in the clouds enjoying the quiet. My phone buzzes and I stare at it annoyed.
Bloss: I NEED YOU NOW! THE RR BOYS ARE OUT OF CONTROL!
Bloss: PLEASE!
But I really just don't give a shit today. So what, let them destroy half the city. Like I said I can't be bothered today. Another buzz from my phone I glance at it before turning it off and sliding it back into my pocket.
Bloss: We can't handle Butch, I need you.
It rings in my head a final time before I decide to let it go. She can handle Butch cause she's said before that she can handle anything. I yawn and float on my back as I would in the water, arms behind my head to support it. I actually fall asleep to the sound of the wind.
That is until something from below strikes me hard enough to send me another mile into the astrosphere.
"What the fuck?!" I hiss before I see that it is a bundled mess of Blossom. Her hair matted and twisted with her own blood that falls from the crown of her head. Like the droplets of blood she too begins to fall back towards the Earth. I nose dive and reach her in seconds. I grip her arm tightly and pull her dead weight to me. I land hard on my feet just outside of ground zero. The pavement below me crumbles and makes a huge pothole. I lie Blossom down just outside of it and make my way for Brick first. Butch is most likely the culprit for Blossom's state but I will need to give Butch my full attention. Boomer and Butch I can handle but not Butch and Brick.
Two of the three are kicking Bubbles while the third blonde watches on, dragging hard on his cigarette, eyes shining with hurt and regret.
But still he does nothing; it makes him worse than his brothers. The amount of violence that comes from these triplets at the ripe age of 16 is astounding. Little did I know that this would be my last time fighting them ever.
"Pathetic." I spit and lunge for Boomer since he is the closest.
"You know you really should be protecting her if you really loved her." I growl before sending him flying into to Butch. This causes a brief fist fight that occupies them both while I set my eyes on Brick. Who is no longer kicking Bubbles, who's curled up on the ground protecting her face with bruised forearms.
At least I caught them before they broke her forearms. I hear Brick swallow and watch him wet his lips. A nervous habit he has, I must look beyond angry today for him to be sweating as much as he is. Which I am because today I can't be bothered. I weave my fingers into his strong rust colored hair and swing him by it throwing him high into the air. I have pulled hard enough that a small portion of his scalp has peeled away from his skull. I glance at the two other brothers, they are still exchanging fists though Butch is about to land an ending blow, so I launch myself into the air and catch Brick by the arm mid-air. The inertia causes his body to continue and I feel his arm dislocate. I smirk to myself and spin twice to send him into the ground. I can tell from here that he is unconscious before he even hits the asphalt.
I land gently, Boomer is out cold and that just leaves Butch and I, Bubbles lies still and stares at Boomer, probably wondering the same I am. Why didn't he interfere?
Butch's nostrils flare, angry that I've come to ruin his fun. He spies my sister and we both make a jump, him for Bubbles me for him.
I win with the satisfying sound of my fist cracking his jaw. He flies into what's left of a building. He comes out hot, eyes glowing green and I wonder what's really gotten into him. So I let him take it out on me, like he'll occasionally let me take it out on him. We six don't have a healthy relationship by any means but what can you expect when one set was designed to kill the other. Sometimes it's safer for everyone this way, for Butch to take it all out on me.
I can handle it, I can handle every punch, kick or bite he places on my body and I can return it too.
He swings with a glowing fist and I duck, knowing that last one would have done me in. My body is already screaming from the anger he has beaten me with, begging me to either fight back or lie down. I need to be conscious until he's exhausted himself and by the looks of it it's no time soon.
Another full twenty minutes of this and I've finally had enough. I duck another left hook, he's starting to become sluggish and the glowing has finally left his eyes. I take this opportunity to get as close as I can to deliver an energy backed upper cut. It sends him flying and he lands hard next to Bubbles.
A grave mistake on my end. He blows air out of his nose angrily before getting to his feet. He spies Bubbles and we both jump for her but this time I lose. Boomer wraps his strong arms around my exhausted frame and holds me back while Butch digs his black combat boot into Bubble's temple.
"Really?!" I yell, bucking against his newfound strength. Sweat begins to form on my brow as I buck harder. She whimpers eyes glued to Boomer, his glued to hers. Rage fuels me as I overpower Boomer and reverse the roles. I hold tight onto her arms with one of my own while the other is glowing poised over his heart.
"I'll rip it out Butch." I growl, eyes set only on him.
"You wouldn't." He presses harder and a small crack echoes off the wreckage around us. I bare my teeth as I begin to dig into Boomer's chest.
"No.."Bubbles whimpers while Boomer lets out a yelp.
"I'm calling your bluff Butterbabe."
After this point I begin to black out from rage. I know that I dig deeper because the smell of burning hair and flesh sticks in my nostrils. Still I dig, burning past ribs and I can feel just a little bit of his heart.
Here's the thing about us super humans, if you remove the head or the heart we are dead.
Or so the Professor says.
A blast of dark green energy hits me in the face causing my head to snap back. The world is painted black but not from loss of consciousness but from hot burning rage.
I gasp in air as if I'm drowning and sit upright in bed. My hair sticks to the nape of my neck damp with sweat. I perk my ears straining to hear something over the deafening sound of silence. It's the type of silence that comes when the power goes out. So quiet it wakes you up out of a dead sleep. Like it did to me. When I had my powers I would only wake up when the whole city was silent and that was never a good sign. The air kicks on settling my nerves. Just as instincts stop twisting up my gut and leaving my hairs on end I hear Butch pull in air sharply.
As if something scared him awake. It all goes quiet again before I hear a sob. I bolt from the bed and make my way towards him. I've only ever seen this man cry once and it is heart breaking no matter how much I hate or love him. My fingers feather over his shoulder and he clears his throat.
"I'm fine Buttercup. Go back to bed." He growls but his body shakes giving him away. He refuses to move his hands from his face, elbows stuck to his knees. I come around to the front of the couch and kneel before him. I peer up into his face, heart racing as I see a tear drop from his chin. I move his hands quickly pushing him back into the couch and straddle him.
His hands naturally find my waist and he stares at me for a moment. Eyes flickering back and forth between my own before he buries his face into the crook of my neck. Fat tears drip onto my shirt.
Whatever nightmare he's had it must be bad. I swallow down my own hurt and run my hand soothingly through his hair and down his back. He collects himself after a moment and pulls back to stare at me.
We both stare at each other with the same look we've shared many times, desire twisted with desperation to forget our pain. We lean in and kiss each other at the same time. Lips locked for a good moment as his hands roam my body. I suppress a moan as he grips my hips tightly, something he used to do when he would bend me over. He has me pressed into the back of the couch in a matter of seconds, kissing still as one of his hands slides up my shirt finding my nipple quickly. Slow circles before a sharp pinch. This time I cannot suppress the moan and it happens right in his ear.
It instantly sobers him from whatever high I was giving him. He leans away and swallows while picking me up princess style. He walks lightly, careful not to jar me as if I was hurt. He sets me on the bed and stands between my legs before letting out a long sigh. His hands running over his handsome features.
"You need a good night's sleep. Sleep here with me." I say, hands finding his face, gently thumbing over the dark bags under his eyes. It takes weeks, sometimes months of no sleep for this to happen to us.
"What's your angle?" He snarls, defensive. But he doesn't step away from me or swat my hands away.
"There is none." I say, voice hard. I squeeze his face hard before dropping my hands to the edge of the mattress.
"This bed is huge, you wouldn't even have to touch me if you didn't want to. You act as if we've never shared a bed before." I laugh, his face scrunches up and he squeezes the nape of his neck.
"I don't want to force this on you. I don't want to…."
"Butch. You out of everyone should know that I wouldn't offer if I didn't mean it." I give a small smile, "Plus it's your bed."
His left hand finds mine, he leans his forehead against mine.
"You're sure?"
"I'm sure." I say, a dark green light appears between us. He lifts our hands around his wrist and my own a band of X's has wrapped around them.
"You made a contract?" I ask surprised, gently sliding my hands from his to examine my wrist.
"No. I never initiated the ritual." He swallows, "Magic has never acted on its own before. This is a rune…." He looks confused, dazed biting his lip as he analyzes the meaning.
"A rune for what?" I ask, his green eyes tear away from the mark of the bond.
"Partnership."
Butch~
I should have known she meant what she said. Just like I knew when she landed with Blossom that things were about to get ugly real quick.
I press harder on Bubbles skull. It wouldn't take much more force to crush it. Neither of us seeming to care that we are going to end things for our siblings. I know Bubbles has a thing for Boomer and even though Boomer won't admit it I know it's there. But neither brother can act on their feelings for their counter parts all thanks to a deal we didn't even make. Mojo's deal to bring us back after the girls rid the world of us the first time. Now we sit under a giant red claw and if we don't do as we are told we are severely punished. The punishment I can take but the thought of losing either asshole brother pains me more than anything. So I offered that seafood special an offer he counldn't refuse.
This.
This was all just phase one. Phase two, well phase two is down the road, after the dust of this fight settles in a few years.
I said I would do all of his bidding, for a large price of course. My brothers could live how they wanted, loved who they wanted and I would be all His, with endless amounts of money of course.
But there was more, a price that was almost too high…Boomer and Brick they…they are family so I paid it.
"You can never, ever show your love for that girl. She can never be fully yours. Do you understand my dark hearted son?"
So this is how I will make her forget that accidental kiss we shared last week.
Her eyes are glued to me as her glowing hand slowly pierces Boomer's chest.
"No…"Bubbles whimpers beneath my boot, while Boomer howls in pain. I knew then that she would kill him, her eyes reflected my own. Crazed, angry, willing to pay the price to keep their siblings safe.
"I'm calling your bluff Butterbabe." I say, sealing the deal for Boomer. She digs deeper and I begin to sweat as her hand dives through his ribs easily, she's beginning to sear his heart when I act without thinking. I send a massive energy ball into her face. Her head snaps back as she drops Boomer to the ground. I step closer to Buttercup, fearing I've killed her. Her head snaps back towards me, I spy her singed forehead for less than a second as her muscles, skin, and even her eyes grow back at an unimaginable speed. This type of wound should have taken months to regrow, weeks at best. Her eyes glow lime green, not just her irises either, her whole eye flows with energy as she walks calmly towards me. The ground around her seems to break apart, her hair going straight into the air from the magnitude of power she is emitting. She grabs onto me with searing hot hands and the flesh melts away from my shoulders as she slams me against an exposed steal beam, pinning me to it. She grabs onto my face, nails digging into my scalp and I realize quickly what she is about to do. I look at her for a moment and wish her face was different from what it is now. But I don't mind dying by her hand. I didn't want to admit it to myself that death would be a better option than to live in a world without her. To not even get a chance to try, to see if we could make it work but as my vertebra creak in my neck from the pressure of her pulling upwards I realize that I could've never lived in a world where she and I could not be.
But death never comes. Blossom slams hard into Buttercup, digging Buttercup's shoulder into the ground hard enough that a four foot crater goes from down town all the way to the ocean. Melted asphalt and crystallized sand lie in their wake. Blossom tosses Buttercup deep into the ocean as the water boils from her presence. My hand flies to my heart as whatever mark was placed there burns a deep dark blood red.
I wake quickly, sweat dripping down my brow. What are the chances I would have the same nightmare twice in one night? Though I have been having this one for months and I never get back to sleep afterward I guess I just have shit luck. I turn over, totally forgetting that I am now sharing a bed with Buttercup. I reach for her with a shaking hand and spy the new mark. I know I shouldn't seek comfort from her, I know I shouldn't really be feeling this way towards a pawn in my game but I gently wrap my arms around her torso and bury my face into her hair. She makes a soft sound and the familiarity of it makes me smile. I lie awake for a few more moments before I finally drift into a peaceful sleep.
A/N Hello all! I have been sitting on bits and pieces of this chapter since I first started writing this fanfiction. I hope you all enjoyed it! Please read and review and thanks for sticking with me :)