PR 2:
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just the plot line…Yawn.
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What the hell! There was NO way that this was part of Townsville. This place was way out in the freaking boondocks, at least three or four MILES from the actual city itself. Ok so thats exaggerating but still! Everywhere you look, trees trees and more TREES! Where was the asphalt, the concrete, the skyscrapers? WHERE WAS THE PAVEMENT! … Please don't let that be a rooster… oh my gosh its a rooster… CAN THIS DAY GET ANY WORSE?
"Here's your schedules for class. It's your first day so don't get into trouble!"
He just had to ask… didn't he. At least it can't get any- NO, no don't even think. You'll just jinx it!
Growling quietly, forest green eyes darted around the car. He was currently seated in the back seat on the passenger side of his quote unquote 'Fathers' ugly old jalopy of a car. Hell knows how the thing could even start let alone run.
Across from him was his blue eyed brother, Boomer. The blonde was wearing blue, cut up, denim jeans. A black tank top with a blue camo printed, unbuttoned over shirt, and neon blue skater shoes. His hair style hadn't changed and still flared out to the sides. The only noticeable difference was the pair of slim glasses perched on top of his head. His looked completely emotionless, eyes glazed over with a half dead look as he stared silently out the window. Creepy.
Shuddering slightly, he shifted his gaze to the front of the car. In the passenger seat was his 'older' brother Brick, who looked positively livid. Livid was the word right? Brick said he should start improving his vocabulary, whatever that meant.
Returning his focus to his brother, Butch stared at him in the mirror. Brick had on a baggy red t-shirt and even baggier black jeans. Sheesh, if it weren't for belts they probably would have fallen off by now. Not that he was one to talk. Brick's flaming red hair was messily pulled back into a low ponytail with his beat up old cap shoved down backwards over it. He had his chin propped up with one of his fingerless gloved hands as he glared out the window. Butch almost felt sorry for the piece of glass he was staring through, and anyone who happened to see the redhead. That glare was enough to kill, or at least maim.
"Alright boys, since I already know you would get mad if I dropped you off in front of school I will let you out here." Mojo stated, parking the car a little away from the school. At least he had some brains, and got over that stupid speech impediment as Brick called it. "I will pick you up here after school."
"Weren't you supposed to pick us up early for a doctors appointment or something?" Boomer finally spoke, startling Butch.
"Yes, but I got a call stating that she is not in this morning, she will be there later."
"What? This decrepit old town only got one doctor?" Brick scoffed, refusing to turn around. He was probably still sulking about having to go to school. He wasn't exactly a morning person either.
"No, there are many doctors but only one certified to treat super beings. Now go, go. I must get to the school and talk to your principal." Mojo said, shooing them out of the car before driving away.
"Well, at least we won't get embarrassed to death by having Mojo drop us off in that thing." Crossing his arms behind his head, Butch followed his brothers to the school parking lot.
"Is it just me or is this town like, creepy small." Butch complained, hands tucked behind his head he eyed the nearby stores and cracking pavement. "I'm half expecting a tumble weed to go rolling by."
"Docent seem that bad." Boomer mumbled dragging his feet to make that annoying scraping sound that he knew drove Butch insane. "It's small, but that means less people."
"Exactly!" Butch shouted not giving a damn who heard. "Less people means less girls!"
"I think that's a good thing." Boomer said, his voice even softer. The kid never liked drawing attention. "I don't think I could handle having a bunch of girls around again, too clingy."
"Remind me again how I'm related to you." Dropping his arms, Butch blankly stared, looking his brother up and down.
"Deoxyribonucleic Acid" Brick stated with his usual growl, his lips curled into an evil smirk when Butch startled. Brick rolled his eyes in exasperation when Butch just stared back blankly. "DNA, dumb ass."
"The stuff found in body tissue." Boomer added looking up and down the deserted street before crossing. "Most commonly in the blood."
"Why can't ya just say that instead of making it more complicated?" Butch glowered, turning back to Brick only to find empty space. "Where'd he go?"
Butch turned in the direction his brother had last been, glancing around the empty street and through the parking lot. Turning back he spotted Brick stomping his way into the school, scaring off the few students already there.
"Hey, where ya goin? You could at least say bye ya know!" Butch shouted across the school yard, if Brick had heard him he was probably being ignored. "Can you believe this guy?" Jabbing a thumb over his shoulder, he turned back to Boomer.
He was greeted by the schools fresh pavement, a few names scribbled here or there, and an old sign board it's weathered words worn beyond recognition.
"FUCK YOU, BASTARDS!" Kicking up dirt, Butch stomped on campus muttering darkly. 'Every time, I can't believe those pricks!'
Ugh. He wasn't exactly thrilled about having to be here either, but did his brothers have to ignore him on top of that? Sure Brick could be a stuck up asshole sometimes, ok most times, but Boomer too? Damn, he was probably better off on his own.
Since it was still really early, Butch decided to find someplace to relax. He wanted to spend as much time OUTSIDE of that prison they called school as he possibly could.
'Hmm, let's see…' The school was mostly empty. 'Some preppie kids hanging around the door…mostly nerds, next. Couple making out on the benches, gross. Hey look, a pot head, hmm…nah, maybe later.'
"Ugh! Where the frick is everybody!" Wandering around wasn't all that appealing an option so he decided to take a nap.
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It probably wasn't the brightest idea to sleep in a tree… then again thats exactly where Butch found himself nearly half an hour later. He had to admit, it was pretty damn comfortable, and he even got a view of all the students hanging around without any of them knowing he was there. Though honestly he hadn't actually been watching any in particular.
The green Ruff had dosed off just minutes after popping his headphones on. He probably would have remained asleep if it weren't for the loud ass engine of the car that just pulled in.
Holy shit that was a nice ride. He was more of a green type of guy but even he had to admit that red paint job was smoken. From the second he laid eyes on it he was in love!
Butch had gotten into mechanics around the time he turned twelve as a way of keeping himself out of Juvie. During that time the Ruff had seen many a hot rod but none like this one. It looked like something straight out of NASCAR. He couldn't even tell what model it was, but it looked sort of like a cross between a 2010 Ford Mustang and a 1986 Chevy Camaro. The car had a street racer look to it with the whole streamline effect, complete with side air scoops and spoiler.
And that engine! Oh don't get him started on that engine… the green Ruff was itching to get a peek at it. It was like the driver was taunting him, revving again and again. He was at least twenty or thirty feet away and he could still feel the sound vibrating through him, or maybe he was just twitching again… and the paint job! Oh those black pinstriped flames over the crimson was just wow, just, just wow. Was he drooling? Ok good, he wasn't.
The Ruff was almost sad when the car turned off, that is until he spotted the chicks stepping out of it. He had officially changed his mind! This school was AMAZING!
From the passenger door came a tall raven haired girl. Her, probably shoulder length, hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. She was wearing a green T and baggy camo pants with black combat boots. Obviously a real tomboy, normally he wouldn't have thought she was all that hot but that ass!
A blond came after her, hair tied into long pigtails with some weird fuzzy things. Butch vaguely took note of the pair of short blue shorts she had on but was far more preoccupied staring at her chest. Those had to be D's, definitely D's, and that blue off the shoulder shirt just made it ten times worse… oh he was sure to be drooling now…
Choking on air Butch nearly fell off the branch, literally scrambling to hold on as the driver stepped out. He really needed that doctors appointment later, he felt like he just had a heart attack.
For a split second Butch was seriously questioning whether he had finally gone insane or not. Was that Brick? That thought was quickly squashed when he realized it was a girl.
'OMG it's Brick with boobs! Except, hot… really, really, really, REALLY HOT!'
'Aaaaahhhhh! No, no, no! Bad brain, BAD!' He did NOT just imply that his brother was hot! Brick was not hot! Brick was a guy, guys were not hot! He was not gay! That girl on the other hand… oh who cared? So what if she looked like a female version of his older brother. This chick was a super model in skater shoes.
She hadn't even turned around yet and he could tell she was gorgeous. Sure her ass wasn't quite as big as the ravens, neither were her breast as large as the blondes, she was smack dab in the middle of the two, with perfect curves. What he wouldn't give for her to be wearing shorts instead of those baggy grey pants. With her height, he had no doubt that her legs would be the best part of her figure.
Or better yet, he'd love if those belts stopped doing their job. Then again it did look pretty good on her. The grey pants hanging loose around her hips, the black tank squeezing to her waist and straining over those C's, they were definitely C's.
What threw him off had been the lopsided cap sitting on her head, and the hair. Her hair was just as long as Bricks had been before he cut it about a week ago. The only difference was that her hair was perfectly brushed, with not a strand out of place as it fell to her knees. The gloves had also caught his eye. Brick was currently wearing a pair exactly the same as the ones she had on.
She got out of the car and for the longest time simply stood there, facing the other way. When would she turn around?
Then again there was something oddly familiar about her, besides the fact that she looked a lot like Brick. He found himself silently counting the seconds until finally she turned around. When she did… his blood ran cold.
Blossom.
She had to be Blossom. There was no one else in the WORLD with pink eyes like those. Sure they were far darker than the rose pink he remembered but there was no mistaking it.
This was not good. If that was Blossom then the other two HAD to be Bubbles and Buttercup. The fact that they were here most likely meant they went to school here as well. This could only spell trouble for the Ruffs.
There was no way Brick would just ignore them. He still held a grudge against the Puffs for destroying them in the past. Butch himself was still pretty ticked about that but Brick took it to a whole new and personal level.
Anger was not enough to describe his brothers deep seated hatred for the girls. Brick had even scared HIM once with the sheer amount of fury he bottled up over them. If his brother saw them, there was sure to be a full blown war.
He couldn't let that happen. The whole reason they came all the way out here was so they wouldn't get into so much trouble. Ok, so the didn't want to be here in the first place, but still!
He had to find his brothers. He'd find Boomer first, where ever the hell the blonde air head had disappeared to and then the two of them would find Brick. Hopefully they could then distract him from the girls. It'd be a lot of work, but maybe, just maybe they would be able to distract him long enough for one of them to convince Mojo to get them to a different school.
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Even with super speed it took Butch a good twenty minutes before he finally found his blonde brother. Boomer predictably, had somehow managed to find the only freaking robotics classroom in the ENTIRE godforsaken school.
The boy was sitting at a table in the far back corner, glasses on, tinkering with some random piece of junk Butch didn't take the time to care about.
If it didn't have an engine bigger than his fist, or somehow manage to do his homework for him, the green Ruff wasn't interested.
Dashing to the back of the class, Butch slammed his hands onto the desk rattling it slightly. Like usual Boomer hadn't even noticed he was there until the table shifted, spoiling his concentration.
"What the hell man?" Boomer shouted, jumping to his feet. He fixed his brother with a steely glare. "What the heck is your problem Butch?"
"We got trouble bro."
"Aww shit!" dropping his gaze, Boomer ran a hand over his face. He then began rubbing his temples as if he had a migraine. "Butch, what did you do this time?"
"Why does everyone just automatically assume I got into some shit?" Butch grumbled defensively.
"Because you always do." Boomer deadpanned.
"Screw you!"
"What are you here for Butch?"
"Oh yah!" Butch grabbed Boomer by the shoulders shaking the blonde slightly. "I saw the Puffs outside a little while ago!"
Boomer's cobalt blue eyes widened like saucers, his jaw dropping as he stared back at his green brother, gaping like a fish.
When finally he regained his senses, he shook his head roughly. "Where's Brick?"
"I don't know man! I searched the whole school just looking for you. I didn't even see him once!"
"Did you check the library?"
"…no."
"And I'm the dumb one." Boomer muttered while swiping a hand over the desk and pushing everything back into his backpack.
Butch ignored him as he ran back to the door. He could always get back at him later. Right now though, they needed to find Brick.
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Butch and Boomer dashed through the halls of the school, weaving their way through the crowds. The two received many a strange look but they didn't care. What they did care about was finding Brick BEFORE he found one of the Puffs. Or worse, a Puff found them.
Once they reached they library the two nearly plowed through the double doors. Unfortunately a Librarian happened to be standing at a bookshelf near by.
Panicking slightly, Boomer zipped off into the maze of shelves leaving Butch to the tiny teachers wrath. Damn that boy for being the fastest runner.
"Young man what on earth do you think you're doing? This is a Library. Do you have any idea what the rules are?"
Butch slowly tuned out the mousey woman's shrill voice. It wasn't the first time he'd been lectured by some random adult and it probably wouldn't be the last. They were ex-cons and villains, they got this kinda treatment regularly.
"Oww!"
The tiny woman must have noticed he was no longer paying attention because Butch found himself being tugged through the library by his ear.
RIIIIING!
Yes! Saved by the bell! Before she could object, Butch twisted his way out the Librarians grasp and blitzed back through the doors.
Boomer had probably found Brick by now anyway. Besides unless he was mistaken they all had the same first hour together. He'd see them in class.
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"JEWEL!" Butch nearly went deaf as a loud voice shouted. Damn his super hearing.
Pausing outside the door, Butch peered through the window looking into the classroom. Maybe he made a mistake, yah that's it! He got the wrong room number!
Nervously pulling out his schedule, Butch read the class number before checking above the door. 'Docent hurt to check twice'
'Baaaad choice Butch.' he thought to himself. 'Murphy, you're a bastard.'
Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong, and did go wrong.
Both Buttercup AND Blossom were inside the classroom. His schedule clearly stated this was his first class. Maybe he could convince Brick not to go today.
"What are you doing idiot?" Whirling around, Butch's eyes went wider than a deer in headlights. 'Brick.'
"Nothing. Nothing at all." Butch chuckled nervously. Brick didn't seem to buy it though. He glared for a moment before sighing in irritation.
The second the red Ruff turned his back, Butch began flapping his arms, sending Boomer wild hand gestures. Boomer didn't understand though and just stared at him.
"The Puffs are in the class!" Butch mouthed, pointing frantically at the door.
Boomer kept stareing at him.
'Oi!' Facepalming, Butch dragged his hand over his face. "Puffs!" he mouthed again keeping it simple for Boomer while pointing at the door repeatedly.
The blonde seemed to understand this time as his eyes widened fearfully. Glancing at Brick, Boomer nerviously began chewing on one of his thumb nails. He always seemed to do that when he was thinking, or worrying.
"All right boys. You can come in now." The teacher called from inside.
'CRAP!' Butch felt like hyperventilating. 'Was it getting hot in here?'
Breezing past, Brick stalked off into the room before either Boomer or Butch could stop him. They traded wide eyed stares, both gulping nervously. Steeling themselves for the inevitable, they followed Brick in, standing stiffly before the class.
Butch stood still as a statue, ignoring the looks he received from the other occupants. Not like this was new either, standing in front of a bunch of people while their eyes raked over him, judging him like he was a piece of meat. They were all just vultures that would probably end up dead in a few minutes anyway. Besides, he never did mind the attention, especially from the female population.
'Ah. What the hell.' If it was gonna happen, it was gonna happen. 'Might as well just go with it.'
Relaxing his taunt muscles, Butch glanced at Boomer who was once again a blank slate. One hand hung limp at his side while the other held onto the strap of his backpack. He looked pretty calm but Butch could see the nervous glint in his brothers cobalt orbs.
Shrugging, Butch shoved his hands into his baggy jeans pockets. Adopting a bored look, Butch let his eyelids droop lazily as he gave the class a once over. It didn't take him more than a second to spot Buttercup. His super hearing had picked up her sharp gasp, how ever quiet it may have been.
Emerald locked with forest green as they stared at each other unblinking. Buttercup with a dark angry glare, Butch dead and emotionless. Unfortunately she was beginning to tick him off.
SNORE!
Ending their glaring contest, his eyes flickered further back to the teen behind and to the left of her. The boy had a slight tan, a mop of long shaggy hair covering his eyes. He was sleeping…
A tiny piece of chalk flew across his vision like a bullet then. It hit the brunet square in the forehead startling the teen awake.
"WERE UNDER ATTACK! CALL THE ADMIRAL!" Screeching like a banshie, the boy jumped off his chair and began running around the back of the class, holding a beat up skateboard over his head like a helmet.
Every person in class besides the Puffs and a pair of twins seated next to them stared after the teen as he ran. The twins didn't even flinch, one draped lazily over his desk while the other slouched in his chair. Buttercup was rubbing her eyebrows but showed no further acknowledgment. It was like this was normal to them.
His eyes landed on Blossom then, trailing hungrily over her voluptuous curves. She was gazing lazily at the front of the class looking bored. As if there were nothing of interest she blinked once before returning to the laptop on her desk.
'Why did nothing happen yet?' Butch peered inconspicuously at Brick. 'Why wasn't he going berserk? Not that he was complaining or anything.'
The red Ruff was obviously ticked. His hands were balled into fists at his side so tight that his knuckles had turned white. His jaw clenched as he ground his teeth, eyes glaring daggers into the pink Puff. Yet he wasn't moving… he wasn't attacking…
"Mister Mitchelson! Please take your seat!" Mr. Kazuhiro sighed taking his glasses off to rub his eyes. "Alright boys. You're free to choose any seat you want."
'Easy for him to say. There's only three open. Right…next to Blossom…I don't know if I should be happy about that…'
Butch made his way to the back shuffling down the rows and seated himself directly next to the redhead. Boomer took the chair in front of him, leaving Brick with the chair to his right.
In a way this was a good thing. Brick was farther away from Blossom. But that also meant Butch was now in the line of crossfire. 'What did I do to deserve this?'
He began fidgeting in his seat as Brick glared, sure he wasn't technically glaring at him but it was still uncomfortable. It didn't help that Buttercup, sitting diagonally from him, was sending the occasional 'Im-gonna-massacre-you-if-you-even-breath-in-my-direction' glare. 'Friendly huh?'
Boomer was now playing his "'Dumb Blonde'"card and starring off into space. 'Probably prancing around in la la land again.'
Blossom didn't even look at him. It was like she was in her own little world. Not quite like Boomers little world, more like an impenetrable bubble. Even Brick's deadly glare seemed to have no effect on the girl. It was like they weren't even there. 'This was gonna be a long day…'
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Wee. New chapter. I don't know. I just felt like writing this today. I'm kinda stuck on what to write for my other story right now so I'm keeping myself busy until I figure it out.
Well I hope this chapter made sense. I feel like it didn't turn out how I wanted. I realized my writing style is a bit off. I'm sort of stuck in it being some sort of cross between first and third person perspectives… if that even makes sense.
Oh well. Anyway I just decided to update this. And before any of you decide to say something about this not being Sci-Fi I'm not there yet. I had a sort of Ben Ten-ish idea for this. Right now it's just about them meeting again. It'll pick up again later, after I settle everything.
And once again, please don't expect regular updates for this particular story. I fully intend on prioritizing Ragnarök over this.
And just like my last chapter was this one is currently nameless and up for ideas. So if you think up a title and send it in maybe I'll like it and name it that.
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