Author's Note: Apologies for the incredibly short chapter at the beginning! I promise my other ones will be longer.

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Blossom stood there, still shocked by the beauty of the clearing. And why'd he taken her here? And who was he? She was bursting with questions, but she was too afraid to ask them.

Finally, the male figure spoke. "Hello, Blossom."

The pink PowerPuff stood still, trying hard to remember. She knew that voice. It was matured now, but she knew it. It was from long ago...she wished she didn't get bashed by a rock and forgotten almost everything. He was a villian, she remembered. Oh, that wasn't good. His name was...she squinted at the guy and her cherry eyes widened. He was her male counterpart. And he'd wanted to kill her. But then...what was that affection in his eyes when he'd looked upon her?

"Hello, Brick," she replied, her tone flat and neutral. She was still wondering what exactly she'd seen in those lovely crimson eyes...she shook her head, the thought dissipating into thin air. It wasn't right to think like that...especially about him.

The RowdyRuff boy turned, a smirk on his lips. "Still remember? I'd thought you'd forgotten me." He leaned in and winked suggestively. "Of course, I could never forget you, Blossom," he whispered, dropping his rough accent on the last word. The way he'd said her name disturbed her for a moment, and she felt a shiver run through her body. He smirked; obviously he'd felt her shiver. Then he frowned. "I could never forget you, Blossom, because you killed me." He narrowed his eyes at the girl in the pink satin nightie. Blossom swallowed a lump in her throat. She'd killed him?

Brick smirked. "Can't really decide what to say next, Bloss."

Blossom stared, half-expecting for him to go on. "Um...Brick..." she began, wondering how to state it so that she didn't flare up his temper.

"Yes?" he asked shortly.

"How did you come back? Why did you come back? Why'd you bring me here if you didn't know what to say? And why did you save me from falling? If I'd killed you, surely you want some revenge!" her mouth let out all the questions she'd been holding in.

Brick gazed at her steadily. "Always wanted to analyze things so carefully." He let out a ripple of laughter. Then Blossom remembered the first time she'd heard him laugh. It was taunting then, and she didn't realize how comforting and musical it was.

"Anyway, I came back through a deal with Satan. He said he s'poses I can stay alive for as long as I want, but then I gotta do slave duty when I go back instead of the better treatment. Came back for you, Blossom, for revenge." Blossom nodded slowly, taking these facts in, then realized he hadn't answered one of her questions.

"Um..."

"Hm?" Brick grunted in reply.

"Never mind," she said quickly, deciding it didn't matter.

"Yeah, anyway..." Brick stared directly at Blossom for a moment, then he drew a blood red sword. "I came to get revenge, did I not?"

Blossom almost instantaneously leaped into a fighting position. She'd been expecting this, but the memory loss had made her forget that his quick reflexes and brute strength had put him at an advantage the first time they fought. Unable to recollect this, she suffered many slicings.

Angry with her pitiful fighting, Brick stopped. "What is wrong with you?!" he roared.

"I...I got hit in the head really really hard by a...huge rock when I was...seven," she remembered slowly. "I forgot everything except that I had...Bubbles and Buttercup and the Professor."

Stunned, Brick lowered the blade. "How did you remember me?" He asked, his voice rather blunt. But for a moment, Blossom thought she heard a twinge of hope.

She shrugged. "I don't know."

He eyed her for a full minute before flying off into the distance, leaving a vermilion streak behind. It was a stupid idea, but Blossom knew that he knew something about her past, and she wanted to know. She followed his streak, leaving a roseate one next to it.