BubbleBlower:

I thought I would last at least a day XD

Anyhow, I am deeply sorry you were offended in anyway, but I will explain myself: The reason I said that, was because of how dark Buttercup was in the 'I hate baths' episode of hers (Gotta love that episode), I'm glad you smell nice. My friends say my Apple body wash smells weird on me (Maybe I'm not fruity enough), hence Bizarre's personalizing weird smell. But if you think I should change it, give me anything that'd be less offensive, and thank you for no hard feelings! Please reply and tell me all ill-bared feelings have been resolved, I keep worrying, I know it was a risk, and thank you for the compliment even though you were insulted, shows you're kind,

Labeled Fragile.

Well...I really honestly feel as though I should watch myself more, but here y'all go,

Chapter 9: What's White and Orange and Red All Over?

The girls were no scuffle rough and tough fighters, oh no, they are 'dainty fight resolvers', that ended in missing teeth, bald spots, and mild bone breaking persuasive 'talks'. Bubbles without any trace of worry, grabbed both the gladiating girls by their collars, and picked them up.

"Bu-Bubbles? What are you doing, let me down!" Blossom scampered for release, pulling down her shirt modestly and swinging kicks at Bizarre.

Bizarre brought her hands together in the prayer symbol and started to embrace Bubbles's neck,"My Angel! Thank you for saving me from the Sumo wrestler known as Blossom-"

"Why you-let me at her!" Blossom's body arched as she groped to get a death grip on Bizarre, who was air running the other direction, arching the same way, trying to gain length between her and her assailant.

Blossom was getting closer to her intended victim, sinking lower and lower into her collar, Bizarre started to sweat and peddled faster in midair," Can't this air get any faster?!"

Bubbles didn't seem to be having any trouble keeping grip, but turned sideways to angle herself towards Buttercup, then let 'em go. They shot like wildfire, straight into the back couch where Buttercup was sitting, who was once riveted now sailing straight into the TV (A/N:Talk about 3D quality, it jumped out right at me! XD). Buttercup's face was flattened against the smooth surface and a crack appeared spread straight from the left to the middle right. Bizarre's and Blossom's fight turned ice cold, every breath held, as buttercup groaned, knees falling to the carpet. Then temperature dropped, and Buttercup slid off the screen with a sound akin to scratching a board. Bizarre and Blossom looked at each other with sudden love of life.

"I think we could work this out!" Blossom's pink eyes widened with terrifying resolve.

Bizarre's head wagged to and fro, a few white hairs becoming undone from the slicked hair," Right, I'll rig your scale to lie around twenty pounds, and this'll solve everything!"

Blossom's eye was twitching," What it is with your new fad of calling me fat?!" She was becoming fiercely intolerant of the whole weight charade.

"I never said that!"

"Then what exactly are you trying to say?! It's sure not you complimenting my model figure."Blossom yelled with sarcasm.

Bizarre started sniggering," Well-"

A groan was heard, then the shuffling of clothes, Buttercup was recuperating, and the quarreling girls where sure that malicious aura wasn't there before.

Blossom's head spun towards Bizarre's, who did the exact same time as her.

"How about we call it truce, Bizarre?"

"Quite a smashing idea, I say, Blossom!"

Buttercup started to stand, gripping one knee and lurking up, was Buttercup always that tall and menacing? Blossom and and Bizarre panicked, grabbing hold in a hug.

"Blossom! I want to live!"

"Me too! Oh, and Bizarre?"

"Yeah?"

"I was the one who accidentally opened your presents before Christmas and got them taken away from you! I thought they were mine, and I sorta got to excited, and well..."

Bizarre's head was pulled away from the embrace," You what?!"

Blossom grinned sheepishly. Bizarre glared," Blossom, if we live through this, I will personally-"

"Last wishes?"

"Huh?"

"Before we die, anything you want to say?"

Buttercup was cradling her head, targeting on the girls having a semi-heart felt moment,

and cracked her knuckles.

Bizarre rejoined the embrace, her and Blossom were know squished cheek to cheek,"Blossom, I don't think you're fat. I'm sorry I didn't buy you a snack."

(Bubbles: "Aw!")

"I'm sorry I told you that the guy you were crushing on in seventh grade had bigger boobs than you."

(Bubbles: "Ooooh, harsh.")

"You never told me that!"

"I didn't? Well, I told somebody..."

"You know what? I'm sorry that guy guy asked me how long until your baby was due."

(Bubbles: "Forget burn, that was sticking her face on the cooking grill!")

"I thought you said the fat jokes were over!"

(Bubbles: "You tell her, girl.")

Buttercup was rubbing her knuckles on her palm, like the executioner sharpened the ax on the wheel sharpener.

"I never said it was a joke."

"Oh, well then, I'm sorry-"

The girls heard the omnipresent sounds of crunching, and turned to see Bubbles with a bag of popcorn in her hands, sitting cross-legged on the floor, watching intently at the girls.

"Don't mind me, just here for the previews," Bubbles threw in a hand full of popcorn to her mouth. Being the fastest runner of the entire group, she most likely had those before this even started.

"What previews?" Blossom asked.

Bubbles shrugged," The romantic comedy was all soled out, so I decided on a horror action."

Blossom and Bizarre gulped, a shadow lining around them, skinning to the entrance door, and a fist raised to land on the doorknob. Bubbles giggled.

"Shhhhh girls, quite screaming, the movie is starting!"

Blossom sucked in a breath of air, and her clasp tightened, flashes of her life unfolding before her eyes.

Bizarre had a similar experience, only in pictures of food she never got to try.

But before Buttercup could enact her detailed, oh so detailed, gruesome plans for her siblings, the front door was flung open with gusto.

"Your prince is here!"

All girls turned to look at the intruder, who was a well groomed man with an see through opened tailor shirt, a towel over his right arm, and a hand over the handling bar of a two layered rolling cart. The girls all 'huhed?', even Buttercup cocked an eyebrow confused, fist diffusing. The man took in the scene, and eyes looked back and forth awkwardly. All the girls' befuddled looks where captured like a photograph, as no one moved, like turned to stone. The strange man cleared his throat, and started to close to doorway with the towel draped hand.

"I'll come back again, when it's less...I'll be back." Slam.

Bubbles reanimated, plucking a popcorn and planting it into her mouth, face still the comical wide doe eyes. Buttercup looked at Bubbles, who looked at Bizarre, who side-looked at Blossom.

Then they all busted out laughing.

"What the hell was that?" Buttercup gasped between breaths, gripping her stomach.

"I have no idea!" Blossom joined, leaning her head on Bizarre's jarring shoulder.

Bubbles stuck out her tongue to bite back her intensive heckles, then teasingly threw some popcorn on the girls," I swear you guys, you'd think we'd be used to this kind of stuff."

All the girls nodded while a tear streamed down a few cheeks, then Bizarre smiled," Alright Blossom, I'll quite the entire insulting thing. I should be happy and even grateful for how much we've got now."

Blossom mirrored the smile," I'll try to not be so tight-coiled about things, and Bubbles...What was with the whole horror movie escapade?"

Bubbles rolled her eyes," I was kidding around, Blossom, you know I was. I wasn't going to let Buttercup do anything...too serious." She winked.

"But, what are we going to do about that?" Buttercup thumb jabbed back to the now cracked plasma. Every head turned and Blossom rushed air through her teeth as if in pain.

"Oh, well, we have six months to figure that one out, don't we?" She smiled,"Anyway, shall we call it truce girls?" She conjured her hand out to do the traditional pact agreement.

A tan hand landed on top," I'm in!" Bizarre gave a toothy grin.

A dainty hand landed on next, with some butter still sticking to the finger prints," I wouldn't be an animal lover if I didn't." Bubbles tilted the popcorn bag over her head to catch some in her mouth, but most fell beside and laded on clothes and the floor.

They all looked at Buttercup, who sighed, leaned over Blossom's head, and placed a hand to finish the recipe of sisterhood promises,"Only if you feed me a giant meal to make up for," Buttercup's eyes moistened, and she sucked in a breath,"The untimely death of a loved one, who will be missed, a wonderful, brave, HD quality," she looked away, unable to continue, remorseful. The girls rolled their eyes and joined in cheer, as Buttercup blinked away tears.

"Powerpuff cream puff, sweet, spice, and things nice stuff Promise!" And hands flew in the air. And some popcorn on Bubble's part. Buttercup only uttered a sob and ran to the wounded plasma's side.

"Alright, we will start here," A pointed finger," Then work our way to exploring here," A purple crayon circled the spot, and giggles while a monkey face was drawn,"Quite playing Bubbles, and then-","Feed me.","I'm getting there Buttercup, it's getting pretty late, according to this-","Feeeeed me.","I. am. Getting. There. There will only be bars open-","Fe-" Blossom jerked Bubble's popcorn bag and stuffed it into Buttercup's mouth,"There, settle with that for now. And so that would mean-"

They were circled in the living room, surrounding the coffee table, vase set aside, with a map of the hotel and Tokyo pamphlets scattered on it. Bubbles was sitting cross-legged in front, circling things with a crayon ,that she found hiding in her packed clothes, for destined areas to explore for the rest of the day. Blossom was floating above the table, like she was laying on her stomach, hands under her chin in thought, instructions being listed off. Buttercup was lazily laying on her back on the couch, with a bag shoved in her mouth, but she was too lazy to remove it, so she muffled around it. Bizarre was under the clear table, laying on her back with one arm across her stomach, and tapping the glass in Morse code, but no one was listening to her.

"Since you're our translator Bubbles, it would be best if you would technically lead, and I don't believe we should split up at any time, for any reason, listening Buttercup?" Buttercup muffled around her bag, and finally spit it out, slightly gagging," Yeah, yeah." She said gravely, the bag having absorbed anything liquid in her mouth.

Bizarre started tapping the glass and grinned coyly, Blossom looked disturbed,"No...No Bizarre. I...what is wrong with you?"

Bizarre's wolfish grin gave way, and she tapped some more.

"Even so, we're not old enough for anything in there, you are aware, so what would be the point?" Blossom could have been told she was paling.

Bizarre seemed to be contemplating this, then tapped a few times, then confidently answered. Blossom wasn't one to do these sort of things, but to make it fair she decided to get the girls to equally vote. She was mortified when every hand was raised but hers, well Bizarre was tapping 'yay' like a madman, but still. It was wrong, it was against the Professor, it was...daring, exhilarating, and Blossom guessed it would only be for one night.

"All right girls, I guess it is majority vote, we're spending our night at the dance clubbing bar."

"We have to wear something different." Bizarre looked surprisingly at Bubbles.

"Uh, how different exactly?"

Bubbles laughed at Bizarre's suspicious gaze,"I'm not saying to go in our stark underwear or bikini small shirts, I'm saying instead of looking like we just came out of the dryer, wrinkly, then we should change." Bizarre still looked unconvinced.

Blossom shrugged and said,"I like the sound of that."

Bubbles clasped her hands together happily," Then let's get started!"

Blossom was first, who was brought into the bedroom like she was going in for questioning, was forced to sit in a chair in front of the bedroom full body mirror, and had a blinding light turned on her.

She winced and put her hands in front of her eyes," Is this a make over or an interrogation, Bubbles?" Blossom was shushed, and the light was pulled away to the side,"Let the artist do her work." Bubbles seriously ordered.

It was fascinating to Blossom how back and forth Bubbles could be. And also scary.

Blossom's mane of carrot colored hair was unbraided and loosened to fall in waves to the floor, even some strands laying past the chair.

"Who do you want to attract? How many? And why would you want them to approach you?" Bubbles asked.

Blossom thought, I knew this was an interrogation, and though puzzled, answered,"Sane ones. Limit? Because I'm damn sexy, kidd-" Before blossom could take back her joke, she was spinning in the chair.

Clip.

Pull.

Tug.

Churning stomach.

Cheeks flapping at the speed.

Blossom was pulled out of the chair twirling and the room spinning in her eyes. Her arm was grabbed and she halted, it took a second for her eyeballs to catch up. Then was hauled in by the woman staring back at her in the mirror, not Blossom, this couldn't be her. Her entire hair was flat straightened to her knees in perfect symmetry, not one hair cut from place, Her bands laced around her face and downward, accentuating her curves and even minimizing her eyes, small clips of red colored fruits lined the right side. A cherry, strawberry, apple, and something even Blossom didn't recognize. Then a fading in reflection of Bubbles grinning ecstatic was next to her.

"You like it don't you?"

"Adore, relish, amour, annuity, infatuated-"

"I am taking a wild guess, or convincing myself, at least one of those meant love, right? Right?"

Before Blossom regained her baring, she was skidded to her suit case.

"Show me what you have to bestow." Bubbles was having a grand time, anyone could see the light behind her eyes miles away. Blossom unpacked and layed out her clothes on the bed, assortments lined up perfectly. Bubbles tsked and even made a wry face or two, as if looking at Blossom's clothes offended her. Then she picked one up, a simple top of satin red, and just a silky, with laced cut sleeved shoulders, and neckline. Bubbles threw it, literally, at her. Then picked a tight black sleeveless dress, cut to her knees with white speckled jewels down the right. Blossom only wore once, and brought here for the fine diners. Bubbles also threw it at her and said a simple,

"Change."

Needless to say, the others were quite impressed with the transformation, but them Bizarre had to start with the jeering.

"Hah. You got captured by Bubbles."

"And I have you too."

Bizarre woodenly turned around, then was grabbed by her feet being dragged away," No! Wait, where have I seen this before? This is Déjà vu-No, I have so much to live for," Bizarre gripped the edges of the hatchway, gaining leaning and slightly struggled forward, until she lost grip and was unceremoniously dragged back, the door slammed.

"What are you going to do to me?" Bizarre was strapped to the chair, chest rising and falling, she strained to look Bubble's in the eye.

"Something that should have been done a long time ago..." Bubble got out a tube of lipstick from out of no where, a bright shade of noen orange, Bizarre's face fell to pieces.

"You wouldn't, you love me way too much."

"It goes with your eyes,"

"It goes in with the pits of hell, I am NOT putting that hazard on my face!"

"Then I'll do it for you. You won't have to."

Buttercup was commenting on how Blossom was going to survive in the devilish red heels, when both girls heard a torturing yell, the rushed over each other to the door.

"Hey! What is Bizarre doing?" Buttercup yelled, ear pressed to the wooden door.

"Becoming a man! Wait, hah, watched too much TV. Becoming a woman!"

Buttercup looked down at Blossom,"I thought Bizarre was already a woman."

Blossom blinked,"I don't know anything anymore."

Bubbles yanked the lipstick away, satisfied and congratulating herself on a job well done, Bizarre only snarled, refusing to look in the mirror, expecting neon orange lipstick everywhere.

"Look."

"No."

"Look, Bizarre."

"Never."

"Do it or I'll draw with lipstick all over the wall and blame it on you."

Bizarre's eyes snapped open," Oh sure-"

Bizarre stared, at the new self looking back, it was...okay. Bubbles smiled.

"Not so bad huh?"

"I may only have mild pain in my heart."

"Stubborn. Now, about that hair-oh, I completely forgot. Who do you want to attract? How many? And why would you want them to approach you?"

"Food. A Truck load. Because they make my tummy go yummy yummy."

Bubbles looked unimpressed, Bizarre threw her head back and sighed aggravated."Someone unique. However many want to. Because I want them to buy me food."

Bubbles looked at Bizarre long and hard, then shrugged,"I can work with that."

Bizarre felt like a bug in a jar, Bubbles scrutinized and fiddled with anything and everything until it suited what she wanted. Her hair was spiked in the front, and spiked in the back, but was slicked to the back on the sides and top of the back. She was (forced) given the option to go naked, or wear what Bubbles picked, and begrudgingly she put the attire together. She got stuck with a black and gray striped, baggy shirt that showed most of her collar, not having to worry about non-existing boobs, tucking it into black skinny jeans with some of it displayed out for lazy casual. She was wearing shoes, but not without a fight to the finish, with rings of white and black on top of the laces and they squared longer than her normal feet so at least they'd be loose. In all honesty, she looked like a petite boy wearing lipstick. She came out less enthusiastic than Blossom, and mostly floated because of the foreign article of attire on her usually bare feet.

Next came Buttercup. Undramatic, willing to go without a tussle, heavenly relaxed Buttercup. Bubbles was grateful for the serenity after the storms, and didn't even have to force her in the chair.

"Well, Buttercup, last but never least, Who do you want to attract, how many, and why do they approach you?" Bubbles actually sat on the edge of the bed, as Buttercup did a self synopsis of herself in the mirror.

"Hm. I guess tough, don't want weak people. Ugh, even one's a handful. Because I'm awesome."

Bubbles baby blue eyes twinkled," Oh, a challenge?"

"Whatever you make it."

"It's on, Buttercup!" Bubbles hopped off the bed and looked at her tools of the trade. Buttercup already had natural sharp features, too much make-up, she'll be Nosferatu, too much hair fuss, she'll look like the the smoking mother on every movie, too girly attire, she'll look out of place. Bubbles licked her lips in thought. Yeah, Buttercup is usually always interfering with her usual routine. She armed herself with some eye liner," Alright, let the test begin!"

Bubbles swiped her arm over her forehead, hands shaking with anticipation, it was complete, or at least the face and hair, but that was a milestone reached."Alright Buttercup, take your look."

It was simple, yet spoke volumes of the tomboy, that flashed a teasing girly underlining that usually only her sisters got to see on sparse occasions nowadays. Her onyx hair was curled, in big whooping locks, not tight sausage curls, , some lining her sharp cheek bones, others in fun bounces on top of her head. She was decorated with a small application of eyeliner, and nothing else was needed. Buttercup's reaction was instantaneous.

A scoff, and smile.

She liked it. Bubbles breathed relief and pride. Now what to squeeze her in to.

Magnifico, Buttercup would truly stand out to the more masculine type, she showed a 'I can handle what you throw' attitude, but her eyes almost said 'love me tenderly'. She was in a loose, collared plaid shirt, with colors of green and yellow, a white undershirt showing underneath, sleeves reaching her elbow with cuffs. She had on a chained gold rock bracelet and bleach white skinny cargoes and Bubbles thought regular checkered converses, it was casual, tomboy, a challenge to try and change her.

She shooed Buttercup outside of the room and started to work on herself. She curled the ends of her hair, kept them in their trademark pigtails, but changed the simple white hair bows into blue roses with looping vines to hold them. It was a goodbye gift from a friend in Townsville, and Bubbles wanted an excuse to wear them. Then she adopted a dark sapphire dress with princess like qualities, down to her knees in tumbles, like the waves of the ocean, gracious on her hips, and short sleeved. She put on black heels and twirled around. Pretending to meet a queen, bowing for the Prince's hand in a dance, yes, she was a dreamer. She rejoined the rest or the Powerpuffs, and knew they were ready to go.

How was she always persuaded into these things? Blossom was in a crude Taxi, squeezed together with Buttercup and Bizarre, Bubbles conceited to the front seat. She was nervous because the man driving would keep flicking eyes from the road to Bubbles, mutter some Japanese, then lean towards the wheel. Plus, they were going to a bar, a dancing bar! With nasty drunk people, alcohol, and...provocative dancing. Blossom blushed the shade of her eyes, she was not enjoying going against the Professor's upbringing, and it was nerve wracking. It had been her and her sisters by themselves for so long. She wanted to scout the hotel, but apparently 'we we're going to be living there', 'it's not going anywhere', and 'taptap, tap tap, tappity tap'.

The cab honked and Blossom jumped, she was the only one left in the cab, the man angrily spoke some Japanese, and Blossom muttered a embarrassed sorry and opened the cab door to get out. Her sisters were already rendering at the club, with uncompressed fascination and Blossom procrastinated for a moment. Then when Bubbles started ushering her over, she decided to try and get over her anxiety and have some fun. People were lined, most looking generally the same, others with unique hairstyles and piercings. One man had a straw hat on his head, and another woman was sporting the thinnest of clothing, and a bit to much to fill it out. The girls walked to the back, trying to avoid most eye contact and awkwardly ignoring comments. The street this was on wasn't run down looking, it was more of the fact the bar was shadowed by a gigantic tower beside it, and a couple of markets across the street. It wasn't hard to find, but it wasn't the most professional place to be found spending free time that was for sure. The line took a few steps forward, and already Bizarre was getting antsy.

"How long do we have to wait?"

"This was your idea, Bizarre, if you complain after I fixed all of you up, I will throw you into the next garbage pail I find, and keep you there until I am happily justified with my visit." Surprisingly Bubbles answered. Bizarre's mouth clamped shut, and Blossom looked endearingly at Bubbles.

"Tell me how you do it oh Great One."

About ten minutes later, a man was seen thrown flying by the bouncer into the street, drunk as a skunk with a tousled woman yelling after him, the line moved forward a little.

As long as it was taking, the girls weren't going to be surprised if they grew beards before they ever got int.

Except Bizarre.

Bizarre would just have to be different and grow a mustache.

Alright, claps hands together, hope all problems were resolved, and this chapter was long enough to satisfy, I have the longest chapter I'll be doing yet up next, bar scene and two others, including a (finally) romance scene! Good luck.