Sorry, Blossick fans! Butchercup is up next! But don't worry, Blossick will be after that :3

Butch sat on a rock, running his fingers through his naturally spiked hair. He was wearing a dark green muscle shirt with black basket ball shorts and sneakers. Nothing out of the ordinary. At the moment, he was waiting for Buttercup to finish changing, as she didn't want to ruin the clothes she was wearing when he challenged her to a duel. Apparently she was going to help Blossom with something. Oh well.

After a few minutes, the raven-haired girl walked out onto the battle field with fencing gear, her short hair pulled up into a ponytail. She wore a black tank top with lime green letters that said 'babe' on it, yoga pants, and running shoes.

"What's this?" Butch asked, frowning.

"Fencing gear. What else would it be?" she rose an eyebrow, putting her hands on her hips.

"I mean, why did you bring it out?" he growled, standing up.

"Because you can't rely on pistols." she countered, pulling on the suit.

"Why can't we use the armor?" he asked.

"Someone else is already. Now do you want to fight or not?" she asked, holding her head high. He grunted and started to pull on the other suit. Once he had it on, the two walked out to the field and stood in front of each other. They were silent as they put on their face masks.

"You ready, Butchy?" she asked, grinning silently. Sword fighting alone was her specialty. This would be easy.

"Always am, Butters." he called back cockily. She held out her fencing sword, and he tapped his with her's.

"En garde!" she called, swiping his sword away and swinging downwards. He quickly caught on and tapped her sword away. She swung, he defended. He swung, she defended. It was actually a bit boring, from the outside looking in. Actually, it was boring all together. Due to the stances and the ways you had to swing. Soon enough, though, Buttercup was able to press the tip of her fencing sword to his chest and step back. The two took off their helmets and looked at each other, the girl speaking first.

"Now that this is over..."

"It is not!" Butch growled. "You chose a sport I wasn't strong in on purpose. You cheated!" he complained. Buttercup rolled her eyes.

"This is what you get for interrupting me." she simply put, pulling the suit off and putting her hand on her hip. Butch frowned some more, fighting a smile. That sly bitch.

"Well, I'm not going to leave you alone until we have a fair fight." he said, taking his suit off.

"Okay? You'll just look like a lovesick puppy." she grinned, taking her hair out of her ponytail.

"W-what!?" Butch stuttered, blushing just a little bit. He then frowned, shaking his head. "No I won't!" she rolled her eyes and left the fencing gear on the rock, figuring someone else will pick it up. She walked away from her counterpart, who began following her.

"You weren't kidding?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"Of course I wasn't. I really want a fair duel." Butch muttered, shrugging.

"Hmpf." Buttercup looked away. She plugged her headphones into her phone, plugging one of the plugs in her ears. She listened to the music, humming quietly.

"Hey, whatcha listening to?" Butch asked curiously. She looked up at him and held out the other earplug. He put it in his ear, wincing at the volume of the music, which he guessed was dubstep. "That's loud! You could hurt your hearing doing this!"

"What?" she wrinkled her nose at him, continuing to walk ahead. He chuckled and walked with her. They stayed silent until she turned off the music, turning to him.

"You know, I really wanted to go with Blossom." she frowned. "But because I missed my chance, I'm going with you instead." she said, ripping the earplug from his ear. He blinked.

"What?"

"You're taking me to town." she put simply. "There were things there that I really wanted to check out."

"Why can't you go alone?" he asked. "I mean, you're one of the Resistance's top people."

"I'm still under eighteen." she told him. "Plus, I'm not exactly the safest person alone." the black-haired girl looked up at him, lime green eyes narrowed. "Don't ask. It's a long story." he put his hands up in defense, chuckling.

"Okay, fine. But what makes you think that the two of us together is better than one of us alone?" he asked.

"Nothing. It's just that Blossom will be there so if anything gets out of hand, she'll know what to do." Buttercup said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him ahead, while continuing to talk. "Anyways, there are rules. One, don't mention the Resistance. Two, don't look at any guards in the eyes. Three, ignore all authority." she finished and he nodded. "These rules are important, seeing as the town we're going to was taken over by the Kingdom of Darkness." he blinked several times. It was rare when someone would actually say the name of the group that took over. It was like the 'Voldemort' thing. Say the name, and you might as well be dead.

"Got it." Butch finally said as she continued to pull him along. Again, they were silent. Not much to talk about. When they approached the town's entrance, Buttercup pulled a cloak over her body. One that she seemed to pull out of no where. It was just one of those things you don't question, Butch guessed. He followed her, keeping his gaze straight as they wandered to the shopping part of the town. She led him inside a weapon shop, looking over all the katanas and swords. Butch took the moment to gaze over the guns. Everyone in the store had gone silent when they sighted the green cloak. Butch ignored the silence while the silence irked Buttercup. What did these villagers know?

With long, graceful steps, Buttercup walked across the store and tugged on Butch's arm, growling.

"We have to get out of here. Now." she hush whispered.

"Why?" he whispered back. "First you complain that you wanted to come here, and now you want to leave?" he growled quietly.

"Butch! This is an emergency! We need to-"

"That's her!" a male voice shouted from the entrance. "Quick! Grab her!"

"Shit." Buttercup swore as a few of the town's guards filed into the shop. "Believe me now, Butchy? Because we're going to have to run fast." she snarled. He nodded slowly, grabbing ahold of his pistol. She aimed a kick to the back of his shin. "No! No injuring! Hurt one, another one files in. Kill one, two more file in. They're like hydra heads." she warned him. He grumbled and nodded. The guards began closing in on the two. Buttercup slowly crouched down and lept up towards the rafters, grabbing one and swinging up, so she was standing on a beam. She mouthed 'rush' to Butch, who understood immediately and charged through the crowd unexpectedly. She followed quickly.

The two raced out of the town, swerving around trees and boulders to get the soldiers to lose track of them. Soon, they both just dived into a bush and hid there. Buttercup stiffened when they heard dogs. Butch frowned and pushed her over, tucking her under him and tossing the green cloak over them both. The dogs didn't have great sight, so even if they did sniff it out, not finding living humans would discourage them and make them continue searching.

"Don't worry, Butters." he breathed quietly. "I'll protect you, okay?" he said, looking down at her. Now, Buttercup wasn't one for sappy moments in a close proximity - or sappy moments at all. But, for once, someone said they would protect her. Someone said that they would try and put their life on the line for her. That made the black-haired girl's heart beat fast and her face go red. Thank goodness for the darkness.

"Mhm." she said, not trusting her voice. The two stayed silent like that for a few more moments before climbing out of the bush. Buttercup snatched her cloak back and hung it over her face, walking off like nothing happened. "C'mon, Butchy boy." she called behind her. "You're going to explain what happened in town today." he grinned, shaking his head.

That sly bitch.

Ohhh. Why did everyone react so badly towards our baby Butters? and is our Butters getting a soft spot for Butchy? Lets see!

Buttercup: I am not. :I

Butch: Suuureee. No one can resist this.

Bubbles: I can. Only because bad boys aren't my taste.

Butch: T_T Buttersssss you're friend is being meeannn!

Buttercup: Grow up, you big baby.