Retarded in Love
An Ace and Buttercup Story
Chapter One: The Writhing South
The hotline buzzed for the third time today. We were all tired from the first two criminals we stopped and the giant monster that Mojo Jojo had unleashed on Townsville. "Bubbles can you get that," Blossom asked as she pulled the hairclip from her red locks.
"Hello Mayor," Bubbles answered picking up the phone. "The Gangreen Gang again? Sure we'll be right there."
My head looked up from one of Blossom's girly magazines I was flipping through. "The Gangreen Gang?"
"What about them Bubbles," Blossom asked pulling her hair back in a pony tail.
"They're robbing the bank again. Ever since Ace left ten years ago, they've done a lot more stupid crimes."
I cringed and silently prayed that my sisters didn't notice the small reaction to his name. "They've always done stupid crimes Bubbles. They just think that they're older they can get away with more things," I snapped than flew out the window towards the bank.
"What's wrong with you Buttercup," Bubbles asked as she followed shortly behind me.
I let out a heavy sigh of annoyance. "Nothing," I told her. "Let's just get in there and stop those idiots."
We all landed simultaneously through the roof of the building to see four of the green skinned men standing with guns pointed at the bank tellers. "Girrrlsss ssso nice of you to joinsss usss," Snake hissed at the three of us.
"Honestly do you want to go through this again," Blossom asked.
Snake shrugged and motioned for Big Billy and Little Arturo to attack. Blossom used her ice breath to freeze them in their tracks while Bubbles and I melted the guns with our heat vision. "Such a sad excuse for villains," I couldn't help but think. "They really are nothing without Ace. With him they were so much better."
I watched with amusement as the cops took the boys away in handcuffs. "After your tenth time robbing a bank, you'd think that you dumb asses would really know better. You can never beat us," I taunted with my hands on my hips, a smirk forming.
"Yousss jusssst watch powda puffssss. Onesss of thessse daysss we'll get yousss better than ever."
"Yeah, yeah whatever just take him away officer."
"Sure thing Buttercup," Officer Demerit said.
"Come on girls lets go home," Blossom said to us with a satisfied grin on her face.
"You go ahead," I told her. "I want to go for a walk."
Blossom nodded and flew off, Bubbles following behind.
Thankful that my sisters could grant me a moments peace, I made my way into Townsville Park. The long summer day was slowly turning into night. The hot and humid air made small beads of sweat form on my crossed arms. A slight breeze came through the trees and I let out a soft sigh of contentment. There was a large oak tree off to the side that was very shady. I silently walked over to that area and took a seat.
The wet grass tickled my bare legs and a smile formed on my lips. There were several people in the park along with me. Princess was over on the other side of the park hanging all over Butch, a large woman was walking her toy poodle, and there was a tall figure on the other side of the park, directly across from myself.
I watched as the figure slowly picked a cigarette from its pocket, along with a lighter. The small flame wasn't enough to show his full face, but it was enough for me to tell who it was.
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Ah Townsville, didn't really miss it much. What with the Powderpuff girls stopping us every chance they had, it was really annoying. Figured it might be a good time to leave the city and pursue something else. Nothing really caught my interest and I had a fling with Sedusa a few years ago. It was fun, yet very lame.
I stood in the park and watched as my old gang was arrested for another sad attempt at a crime. They all looked really different from when I left, especially the Powderpuff girls. They had grown up a lot in the ten years I was gone, Buttercup especially. She had developed some nice curves that filled out the green shorts and tank top she wore. It was obvious that Buttercup was not the little girl I remembered, but a grown woman. She was looking around the park at everyone. She was pulling on her wristband and her eyes froze wide when she caught a glimpse of me. I smirked and pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
She seemed to be contemplating whether or not to come over and talk to me. I figured I'd save her the trouble of thinking things over and go talk to her myself. "Hey kid, long time no see."
Buttercup smirked. "You're telling me. It's been weird not kicking your ass after ten years."
"Only ten? Odd it seemed like five. So what's new?"
"I'm thinking of dropping out of high school. No real use of it for me you know?"
"Sure that'll make the Professor and your sisters happy," I said taking a seat next to her.
She laughed softly, the sound of a wind chime. We sat there in silence thinking of what a strange situation this was. We used to be enemies, but we're sitting here talking like old friends. "Well this is fucking weird," Buttercup muttered while crossing her legs.
I laughed softly as well. "What the fact you're not beating me up or that we are talking to each other without any screaming?"
She paused for a moment thinking of her answer. She glanced up to me with her big green eyes. "Both I guess. Where were you for the past ten years?"
"Here and there. No place really interesting, nothing could ever really hold my interest," I told her with a shrug.
Buttercup was biting her lip and looked frustrated with herself. I cocked an eyebrow and took another long drag from my cig. "Something on your mind?"
She pulled her knees to her chest and rested her head on them. "No, nothing at all."
"Sure doesn't seem like nothing," I said to her with a smirk.
She glanced at me than to the watch around her wrist. "I better go Ace. I'll see you around?"
"Sure thing Buttercup," I told her and watched her as she flew off.
I figured I'd check out the old shack in the junkyard before the old gang broke out of prison. The little things from the conversation with Buttercup seemed to hunt my subconscious. Her laugh, her smile, her newly developed body, and her voice. "She's just a kid," I tried to remind myself.
"Did you see her?" My mind answered back. "She is definitely not a child anymore. You sure as hell don't think of her that way."
"Shut up," I snarled to myself as I approached my old home.
It was still run down, smelled worse than before even. I could see signs of old clothes, stolen items, and a deck of cards on the table. Grubber could always win Poker I remembered grinning. The place seemed very distant, almost another part of me that I couldn't remember well. The grin slowly faded into a frown and I quietly made my way into town to find an old apartment.
A.N: Hope you liked it. I'm feeling really creative so I might have the second chapter out sometime soon. No promises though, I'm terrible at keeping those. Review if you enjoyed it. Reviews let me know if people like my story, want to hear more, want somethings to happen, etc.
