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Summary: After their creation, Professor Utonium decided he didn't want kids. Out in the street and on their own, what will they do when a helping hand leads them to darkness?
Chapter 02
"You're so clumsy! That was our last vial until next month!" a platinum blonde teen screamed at her darker haired sister. The fur clad female merely sniffed dismissively as she continued past the blonde to drop her coat at the edge of the bed. Snatching a washcloth from the stone basin full of water next to the vanity, she sat down and started to wipe herself down. "Buttercup, I'm screaming at you!"
"I heard," Buttercup replied as she cleaned her legs.
"Buttercup, I need that bottle for tomorrow night! Daddy's sending me to a potential customer and I don't want to mess it up!" she whined. Buttercup rolled her eyes at her sister's complaints.
"Bubbles, you'll do fine," the dark woman pacified.
"But if I mess this up-"
"You'll be fine. Father will lose one of his potential clients for now, and in a month that client'll be back, like they always are."
"But-"
"And if you really need it, we can always get Blossom to sweet-talk Father for some more," Buttercup finished.
"You lost another bottle, didn't you?" a voice came from the doorway. Both teens looked to see a girl with vibrant blood red hair in the doorway.
"Blossom!" Bubbles shot into the air and tackled her redheaded sister. Buttercup gave one last swipe on her chest and then threw the rag back into the basin. Standing up, she sashayed over to their shared wardrobe and stepped into a matching set of a bra and panties. Then, the dark haired teen strode to the doorway to liberate her older sister from her youngest.
"Bubbles, she does need to breathe once in a while," Buttercup chuckled good-naturedly. The blonde looked up from the ground and pouted cutely. Buttercup smiled as Bubbles released Blossom.
"Okay, ladies. We have to get to bed. We have school later today and you," Blossom started, pointed at Bubbles, "have a test first period." With a chorus of "yes, Mother!" the three girls settled down in their enormous shared bed and fell asleep, two more swiftly than the third.
The alarm blared exactly at six o'clock in the morning, waking up not only the trio of sisters but also the two women whose rooms surrounded theirs. Grumbling could be heard through their walls, as Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup rose to start their morning rituals. Shrugging into her green dress, Buttercup wrinkled her nose at it.
"I hate this dress! Why couldn't Father have let us pick out our own clothing for once?" she bitched as she rolled the white tights up her legs.
"Because, Buttercup, if you had your way, you would go to school in your newest lingerie, if not naked," Blossom retorted as she strapped on her black Mary-Janes. Bubbles giggled in the background while reaching for the brush on the vanity. Buttercup smirked, tapping the black shoes onto her feet.
"So? At least I'd be in something comfortable," Buttercup replied. She got to her feet and strode over to the vanity where Bubbles was busy brushing her platinum blonde hair. She plucked the hairbrush out of her sister's hand and started brushing her own. Turning her back on Bubbles, she didn't notice her younger sister stand up. Bubbles tackled the darker haired girl and ended up sitting on her back, brush in hand. She started to draw the brush through the older girl's darker locks and Buttercup slumped in defeat. Blossom slid up to her pair of sisters with a bottle of emerald green nail polish. She nudged Buttercup's hands out and started painting them. Buttercup rolled her eyes and let her sisters go through with their pampering of her. She closed her eyes as she savored the feeling of the brush sliding through her shoulder length obsidian locks.
A knock at the door startled the three out of their routine, and the trio of sisters looked up to see their father at the door. His horns gleamed in the low light and he lowered his orange sunglasses to survey his girls.
Bubbles was sitting on top of Buttercup while Blossom sat in front with the bottle of green nail polish poised in the air. All three were frozen and simply stared at him before grins spread out on all three girls' faces. In the blink of an eye, they were all up and flying towards him to give him their hugs. He reciprocated each in turn.
"Good night, girls. Have a great day at school." He twirled his cane beside him as his girls beamed up at him.
"Good night Daddy!"
"Night, Father!"
"Sleep well, Papa!"
"And Buttercup?" The dark haired teen looked at Boogie. "No more fights. I don't want to send Klarissa to your high school again, understand?" Buttercup hung her head.
"Yes, Father," she replied. She then brought her head up with a fire in her eyes. "They're normally the ones who start it anyway! What I do is merely self-defense! They won't stop picking on me, Blossom, and Bubbles because of our clothes and they make fun of you! I won't stand for it!"
"Buttercup," Boogie stated sternly, "I won't stand for you getting into more fights because of silly arguments like that. If a new wardrobe is what you three require, you will find, in your closet, a more adequate substitution," he stated as he waved his hand. Blossom and Bubbles' faces lit up and they immediately flew off to their walk-in closet to see what new clothes had appeared. Buttercup stood sullenly in front of her father, waiting for his dismissal. "And whatever they say about me, you know is untrue. So what if they think horrible things about me? You know better, and that's all you need. Although if you can find out where these bullies live, I'm sure I can send someone to 'rectify' their impressions of me." Boogie smiled and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Now, go change. I want to see what you girls think of the clothes before I go off to bed." Buttercup was at the closet in a streak of green light. In a flash, she joined her sisters in stripping and trying on their new clothes.
Bubbles was the first to leave the closet. Her blue ribbons held her curled platinum blonde hair in her customary pig tails. A black camisole laid underneath a blue off-the-shoulder belly shirt that showed plenty of the skin around her belly button. A silver, decorative metal belt hung off her right hip on top of the black miniskirt that held a triangular slit in the side to show off a bit of her left thigh. Silver bangle bracelets jingled as she twirled around to show her father her new outfit. Her flats were held on by a simple band around the top of the foot, with ballerina laces wrapping around her ankles. Boogie nodded his consent and the blonde squealed in glee.
"I LOVE it, Daddy! Thank you so much!" Her face lit up in glee as she lovingly primped herself in the vanity mirror.
Blossom exited next, her red hair ribbon holding her ruby red hair a little shorter than it was before, barely noticeable amongst her knee length red locks. A ruby pendant rested on top of a red, long-sleeved crinkle blouse trimmed in lace and adorned in an array of little tubed beads and bronze-toned medallions. The ruffled, three-tiered cuffs partially covered her hands, but it also held little hooks that led back to hoops at the elbows to help tie the sleeves up. She wore a pink pleated skirt that ended just before her knees and long, black socks that met up with the skirt. Blossom decided to keep on her black mary janes, figuring she knew how to walk in them and not the high heels that had gone with her outfit. She twirled around similar to how Bubbles had done before her and after seeing the small smile and nod from her father, she flew up to hug him.
"I love it, I love it, I love it! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she shrieked as she lifted him in the air and twirled around with him. After setting Boogie back down on his feet, Buttercup decided to exit the closet, letting Blossom join Bubbles at the mirror.
Buttercup would, of course, choose the black combat boots that covered up most of the black fishnets she wore on her legs. The boots covered her up to her knee, and had zippers on each side. A little black dress covered little of her cleavage, ending in a v-neck while the miniskirt with tiny pleats barely covered her thighs. A large silver studded, green leather belt rested on her hips, while a matching bracelet covered her right wrist. A thin black ribbon acted as a choker around her neck and an emerald studded headband held her bangs back from her eyes. She twirled, much like her sisters, to let her father give his approval or disapproval. She waited with bated breath as Boogie scrutinized her wardrobe choice. After an agonizing wait of a few seconds, he finally nodded his assent and Buttercup launched herself at him. She gave him an enormous hug and words of gratitude spilled from her lips.
"I'm glad you like them. However, I have a busy night tonight, so I'm gonna need my sleep," Boogie apologized. "Have a great day at school, girls. Good night." He turned to leave. Bubbles sent pleading eyes toward her redheaded sister. Blossom sighed.
"Papa, wait. I have something I want to ask you." Boogie turned back to survey his eldest daughter. "I know it's not the end of the month yet, but with all of the missions we have been going on, we have gotten extremely low on our Tears. I was wondering. . . .I was wondering if we can have more," Blossom asked, batting her eyelashes in the attempt to look cute. Boogie gave her a hard look.
"I'll think about it. You will know my answer when you three get home from school. Now, get outside before the bus leaves without you. And remember, no flying!" he ordered. As the girls shuffled past him with their backpacks in hand, he placed a kiss on the top of each of their heads.
"Good night, Daddy!" Bubbles trilled as she left the room.
"Have fun at school, girls." He watched until after they turned the corner to get outside and then turned back to their room. Pulling something from his pocket, he threw a small glass bottle onto the bed, and then turned. He proceeded to his room to sleep, closing and locking his door so his room was enshrouded in darkness.
The girls, meanwhile, reached the kitchen and, after each snatched a fruit from the bowl on the counter, filed out to traverse the darkened alleys that led to the Aboveground. Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup took to the air to avoid any Underground citizens who were slowly migrating back to their homes for the day. They quickly reached a hole in the ceiling and flew through it, revealing the interior of a busted up house. Grounding themselves to the wooden floorboards, the three girls quickly exited the house to go stand at the corner of the street where the bus stop sign and booth rested. They reached it just in time to see the Fullviewville Public Transportation Bus No. 43 turn the corner a few blocks down the street. When it finally reached the girls' stop, the three boarded and sat in the back, as usual. They waited out the hour and fifteen minute ride to their school, Buttercup grumbling most of the way about not being allowed to fly in the Aboveground and not having a car. Blossom and Bubbles quickly put their headphones in and turned on their music to drown out their sister. After the first fifteen minutes, Buttercup tired of her rant and reduced herself to merely looking out the window with her head resting on her hand to stare at the scenery going by.
Three colored blurs sped past the window with only four stops to go and Buttercup's head whipped up to see what had happened. She looked to see three teenage boys, each about the same age as she and her sisters, land in front of their school, each wearing their own color-coordinated outfit. Her eyes widened. They could fly? Buttercup immediately nudged Blossom as she kept her eyes locked on the three boys, the green clad one especially. They could fly!
"What do you want?" Blossom mumbled, wiping the grit form her eyes. She was just waking up.
"Who are they?" Buttercup asked, pointing to the three boys as they rough-housed with each other under one of the many shady trees lining the path that led to school. Blossom blinked once and then turned to wake up their blonde sister.
"Come on, Bubbles, wake up. We're here," she stated just as the bus started to slow down. The vibrant ginger snatched her backpack from where it had fallen on the ground and led the way as her two sisters followed her off the bus. "Bubbles, do you know them?" Buttercup was still openly staring at the green clad teen, admiring his large, green baggy shirt with a yellow frowning smiley face on it. A leather belt with a Cadillac belt buckle held up his standard color camouflage cargo pants. Black Fallen skater shoes with bright green laces clad his feet. A dark green folded bandana held his corn-rowed onyx hair back and his vibrant green eyes shimmered as he tackled his red clad brother, who wore black skinny jeans and a red tee-shirt that had a black flame emblazoned on the front. His feet ended up in the air, covered by black converse as his red baseball cap flew off, revealing his neck-length ponytail. The blonde, blue eyed boy with the white polo shirt, blue jeans, and white vans just stood off to the side as he watched his brothers wrestle, his short cut hair barely ruffling in the slight wind.
"Oh, that's the Rowdyruff Boys. Or that's at least what the rest of the school calls them. The ginger is Brick, who has excelled in the maths and sciences for the past year and a half. The blonde is Boomer who is not only captain of the wrestling and track team, but is also quarterback and captain of the football team. Last, but not least, is the brunette, who also plays football, but is on the defense team. He also is captain of the soccer team and has tried starting a skateboarding team but has failed from lack of interest," Bubbles yawned, bringing a hand up to cover her largely opened mouth. "He's Butch." It took her a few seconds to wake up, and then she turned bright red.
"Yes he is," Buttercup mumbled, having composed herself long enough to discretely shoot the green clothed boy heated looks out of the corner of her eye. She appraised his lean but muscled body and then turned back to her sisters to see both of them blushing, with Bubbles somewhat shyly looking away, while touching the tips of her index fingers together as Blossom resolutely kept her head held high while staring in a completely opposite direction. Buttercup chuckled and led her sisters down the path that led to school. The tone sounded, calling all of the students inside, just as the three passed the tree the boys were under. Boomer turned to face the school just in time to catch Bubbles staring at him. She emitted a small squeak and then sped off to the school, leaving her sisters in her proverbial dust. Butch and Brick ceased in their wrestling and got off the ground. Patting off the dirt from their clothes, they joined their brother to walk into the only school left in the city that would take them.
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