Chapter 5: Sometimes Long Journeys are Best handled With Small Steps

Looks, to set it clear:

Buttercup: Short bob, think of Egyptian meets scissors in a very tomboy, yet professional way. Green eyes, not pale, but not tan either, normal I guess? No make-up.

Blossom: Very long, sleek ginger hair that is loose to her ankles, in here though, she'll have it braided after the night so it'll only reach her knees and won't cause as much trouble. Pale skin with pink eyes. Wheres very light pink lip gloss and blush. VERY light.

Bubbles: Traditional pigtails curled slightly at the bottom, to her hips and straight otherwise. Baby blue eyes and porcelain skin. Wears light blue eye shadow and mascara.

Bizarre: Slicked back white hair that's to her chin, very choppy and usually a stray hair or two can be found. Caramel eyes with same colored skin. Only make-up is chap-stick.

P.S. Bizarre is absolutely terrified of being alone for long periods. Buttercup has grew to be silent because of her attitude driving people away. Blossom loosened her tight leash on control. And Bubbles...is Bubbles XD.

Song:

"Because he knew he'd been beat, and he layed that golden violin down at Johnny's feet..."

This is what you call more of a filler chapter? To show the bond these siblings share.

The Powerpuffs could beat the record of strength, speed, and intelligence, (and apparently being too strange), but they never could withstand the raining toll of emotional exhaust. The Powerpuf Girls actually decided to stop at a plane station somewhere in Europe, they would fly by machine the rest of the way. Each individual happily released the burden of their packs, stretching until bones popped satisfyingly. Bizarre swung back to touch her heels and groaned at her tense back, it was becoming a long dull morning (growl) day. Buttercup cranked her neck to the side, moaning at the friction of stiff joints from flying all night. They stopped behind the building, unsure if flying was the best way to make an entrance without knowing the people. After all, their own town wasn't too keen on the idea of bug-eyed super freaks at first.

Bubbles and Blossom came together to collect some change for a phone booth to update to the Professor on their change of routing. Buttercup was the one to spot the crud covered device between the entrance door and side bleached walls. The girls could hear the beginning purr of a engine, and hurried to inform the Professor. While Blossom slipped in scraped coins (one found stuck in gum), Buttercup scouted, slouching against the booth's side while glaring at anyone in the proximity of thirty feet. Bubbles went inside to catch the flight passport tickets, all hoping they had caught them at the right time, and Bizarre made sure Bubbles chose the right plane.

"Hello, girls? Is something wrong?"

Blossom smiled at the worry evident in the Professor's voice,"No Professor, we were just going to tell you that we have decided to take a plane instead. We're going to use whatever money we collected over the years to afford it."

A pause.

"Why would you do that?"

Blossom looked confused at the phone, while Buttercup mouthed something Blossom ignored," Because that's the only way we can get on the plane Professor..."

The Professor laughed," I guess we forgot to tell you all, the town is paying for everything and anything, you girls have saved our hides enough to deserve it."

Blossom gaped, wow.

"Blossom?"

Blossom's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water,"Oh-oh wow. Not my most intellectual choice of words, but-wow. Thank you all very much."Blossom could feel warmth in her chest, the sincerity spreading that warmth through her words. She could feel the smile emanate from the phone.

"Yup, all in an indeclinable bank account, can you believe that?"

No, no she could not.

"Anyway, I guess I could give you the security code..."

Blossom regained back to reality from the sudden onslaught of memories from her childhood, she never thought the undeniable devotion of Townsville ran that deep. She nodded, then smacked her cheek, the Professor couldn't see that.

"Uh, oh, yes. Okay. Okay. I'll remember, thank you all so much, Professor." Blossom hung up the wired phone with slight weight, Buttercup looked on seriously.

"So..."

Blossom beamed," We have a plane to catch!"

Buttercup grinned something akin to wolfish meeting grinning,"Awesome."

Before any damage could be done to their low income of odd jobs back at Townsville, Blossom caught her sisters before the call-up for deadlines. After explaining their new infinite bank-bucks, everyone was more than antsy to get the show on the road. Except Buttercup, who was too cool to be antsy, unless it was on the inside of course.

"We're rich! We're rich!" Bubbles ecclesiastically cheered, a few onlookers turning to watch the girl. Blossom suspiciously lowered her voice,"We're not rich, Bubbles. Remember we have to spend this responsibly." Buttercup snorted, and Bubbles only tried to cover a giggle with a cough. Blossom waited to confront the time for a plane, and caught herself smiling at Bubbles whispered mantras of 'we're rich, we're rich'. Bizarre was seemingly having a melt down. Every time a man in a suit walked by, she would wince and slowly lower her head closer to her chest. She didn't enjoy being out in public. No one really noticed her distressed, only too excited when they were called.

Passing through turnstiles, no one found a mishap until the girls realized Bizarre hadn't crossed the line. Unsurprisingly, dare they say, they found Bizarre somehow tied up into the revolvers, a lopsided grimace her only sign of distress. Buttercup was the one to untie the Bizarre knot. At first everyone was unsure if they should leave their baggage, but did so anyway and boarded the currently landed plane. As much as the inseparable sisters wanted to keep it that way, it just wasn't what was meant to be.

Buttercup and Bubbles cramped themselves around a small faced man with a thick mousy gray beard, and skin tight overalls, that freaked Bubbles slightly out. Blossom politely found refugee beside a tawny man shyly avoiding any eye contact and a madame with clumps of blue eyeshadow and blood red lips. Bizarre seemed to have a momentary panic attack, unsure if she should force someone to move for a seat near her sisters, or relinquish into the unknown back. Mild sickness began flogging her already turmoil insides and the small aisle turned into a black ally. A shadow lurked in that ally, something crinkled beneath the wrinkles of the ancient, imbedded into befuddled children idly-

"Ma'am, would you please take your seat?"

Bizarre's head snapped to the side, taken back by the stewardess slightly pressing a tray to her back. She then numbly nodded and stumbled to the very back. Mildew could be slightly seen, like ivy, curving under the forward seat, clumps of paper and old nail clippings stuck into the seats sides. Just what the hell kind of backward seat was this? It was like it was taken out of a junkyard and nailed down for convenience. Bizarre tried to hold herself an inch above, her legs burning, no way was she sitting there. Her body was twisted in contours even Him might have given a moments flinch.

"I cannot wait for us to get there, can you Buttercup?" Bubbles tried speaking over the man wedged between them, who was snoring as soft as a siren caught in a jet's engine being jammed into a microphone. Buttercup held a hand to her ear, signaling she had not heard her. Bubbles pouted, she obviously had, she just didn't want to talk to Bubbles. Bubbles peeked out the circle passenger seat window, sudden breaking of clouds wispy around the engines. It really was an awesome view of human engineering. Buttercup, proud of Bubbles taking a hint for once, sighed happily and propped her boots atop another man's head in the seat in front. Smugly raising her hands behind her head and breathing unperturbed as the man in front starting cussing loudly enough to make mothers cover children ears.

Blossom sighed at her sister's rotten attitude at treating people. Somehow, she always found a way to tick anyone off, even Bubbles at time. Now that Blossom thought about it, ever since Bubbles went Berserk Bubbles, beating every monster simulation at level ten at the Professor's lab, and Bubbles had impersonated Boomer, eating the cockroach, no ever really teased her again. Not much anyway, Bubbles had lifted her own when needed, but still kept that adorable humor air around her that made you want to laugh, even when you were down.

Blossom tried to swerve around in her seat to check on Bizarre, there was a power she could have used to save any energy, but the Professor had encouraged them to try and not rely on powers during their tween years. She felt a sort of pity though from Bizarre's obvious resentment at her spot, so, although usually talked against, Blossom sent a sweet tune of voice through her head to Bizarre's though telepathy, hoping to sooth some sort of her distress.

Buttercup and Bubbles soon caught the mental soul connection only the four shared, and questioned Blossom's motive, until they felt the fighting of emotional disarray from their youngest sibling. And also sent their own form of condolences, Buttercup and blast of confidence, and Bubbles the languid feeling of relaxation. The girls where joyful when Bizarre calmed down, excepting her family was there for her no matter what.

The landing was always worse for the Puffs than the take-off. It wasn't the extreme drop-off of a roller coaster, or even thirty degree angle flights of battles, but it was too slow to descend in a way. A voice came cracking past statics of interference, though full of over-worn cheer and modesty.

"We have landed in Tokyo. I repeat, we have officially landed in Tokyo."

I know it's serious toned, but leaving home is never the greatest, funny will either come next chapter or one right after it! I put humor in the genres, so I gotta make some people laugh! :D

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