PR 3:
Disclaimer: With the exception of plot lines none of the following material belongs to me, all credit goes to the original owners.
Not sure how I'm gonna fit this in correctly but I decided to squeeze it between the old chapters for more detail, might be short, might be long, don't know yet. Hopefully it works.
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'What are they doing here? What are they doing here! I was NOT told ANYTHING about this! Their WAY ahead of schedule! They aren't supposed to be here for months, possibly another year!'
Fuming silently, furtive pink orbs darted about the room, keenly aware of every movement from the three males beside her. Having schooled her facial expressions for so long, Blossom easily concealed her discomfort from them. Letting her fingers work on autopilot at the keys of her laptop Blossom took the time to scrutinize each boy.
Starting with the blue brother, Boomer, she observed his tense posture, the way he sat perfectly straight in the chair, eyes trained on the teacher. Aside from the occasional scribble of the pencil he hardly moved an inch. Even when Blossom relaxed, allowing him to feel the presence of her eyes upon him the boy remained frozen in place. The only evidence of him having acknowledged her was the slight clench of his shoulder muscles, just visible against the loose fabric. That and the suddenly overpowering stench of nervousness permeating the air.
This triggered a few, less-than-pleasant thoughts scampering through the back of her mind. The mildly foreign feel of a growl bubbled up in her throat from the stirring thoughts that were only partially her own.
Mentally reprimanding herself, Blossom turned her attentions to the second brother making sure to only look with her peripheral since he himself was staring at her. While Boomer posed no obvious or immediate threat, Butch garnered a health dosage of suspicion.
The green Ruff seemed completely at ease. His relaxed posture radiating calm happiness. Slouching in his chair, Butch stretched his legs out beneath the desk, leaning foreword and resting his chin on his fist.
This in itself served as more of a relaxing effect. What bugged her was the more than obvious scent of lust blanketing his form. Blossom could FEEL his eyes hungrily trailing over her, the tidal waves of his emotion hitting full force.
Suddenly regretting her choice in clothing for the day, Blossom tried her hardest not to squirm in discomfort. It wouldn't do to have him knowing that he bothered her.
"Mmmmrrrrrr…" Baritone vibrations, far too low for normal ears to perceive rumbled, drawing her attention from Butch.
Looking up over her laptop screen Blossom eyed Buttercup wearily. Said sister was fidgeting in her chair, arms folded over the surface of her desk, she had buried her face in them. Peeking through the small gap beneath her shoulder to glare at her counterpart she bared a single sharp fang against her pink lips, that low growl rumbling from somewhere deep in her chest.
'Not now!' Blossom stared purposefully at the back of the ravens head, willing her sister to hear her unspoken request.
As it were, things just don't work that way and Buttercup continued with her glaring and growling, impervious to anything that was not in her line of sight. In other words, anything that didn't involve Butch being massacred.
'Damn it, that girl is gonna get us in trouble!'
The tension in the air doubled then tripled as the Mitch and the twins began fidgeting, aware of their friends state of unease. A fight was becoming a definite factor with the rate things were going.
"Mr. Jojo, would you mind answering the question on the board?" Mr. Kazuhiro's calm voice cut through the air like a hot knife through butter.
"Um…which one?" Boomer mumbled, indicating himself before pointing out his siblings.
Sighing loudly, Mr. Kazuhiro adjusted his glasses, placed his open book down on the desk, and scanned over the classroom roster. "Hmm…Butch."
Too preoccupied with his task at hand, Butch didn't seem to notice, a fact that did not escape the perceptive teacher. "Butch? Mr. Jojo?" Blossom noted the subtle twitch of Mr. Kazuhiro's left eye as he turned back to the board.
…
"OOWWW!" Butch yowled, gripping his head after being hit both between the eyes by a piece of chalk and smacked over the head by Brick. "What was that for?"
"Idiot." Brick propped his face up in his palm, attention now on the teacher, only occasionally glaring at Blossom.
"Now that you have rejoined us, please answer the question." picking his book back up, Mr. Kazuhiro tapped on the board just beneath the chalked lettering.
"Ugh…"
"Maybe if you were paying more attention to my class instead of making goggly eyes at Ms. Utonium here you would be able to answer it." Giving Butch a stern look, Mr. Kazuhiro readjusted his glasses. "Now I suggest you pay attention."
Mumbling obscenities and complaining about why people liked hitting him so much, Butch scribbled angrily on his paper.
Buttercup snickered quietly.
Butch glared and flicked a paper wad.
Buttercup threw her notebook at him, grinning in smug triumph as the corner connected with his temple.
"Ow, bitch!" Rubbing at his temple, Butch glared at the raven haired girl. Without a second thought and a spark of forest green he zapped Buttercup with a jolt of energy.
She yelped in surprise, jumping up and covering her offended back side. For a brief moment Buttercup's emerald eyes flashed biohazard green, fists clenching repeatedly. The green Puff didn't hesitate to draw her fist back, ready to nail the boy in the face.
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It was so weird, he was geared for a fight waiting for his counterpart to hit him. She had even drawn her arm back, she was just about to swing and suddenly she just stops… for no reason.
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't anticipating a fight, it had been too long since he last hit something that could hold up to his strength. Something that wouldn't break just because he was a little too, well, Ruff.
Being a superhuman meant that you always had to monitor your strength. Even something as simple as opening a door was a delicate process, if you grabbed the handle too tight it would crush, or if you pushed too hard it wound fly open, sometimes off it's hinges, or even splinter into bits. The thought of letting loose and not having to worry about his own strength had Butch positively drooling. But things just never worked out quite the way he wanted them to.
In a split second, Buttercup had gone from attack mode to a frightening calm. The girl wasn't even paying attention to him, instead focused on her sister in which a one sided glaring contest had ensued.
Something flickered in the corners of his vision, a swift movement, almost like a snake, on the floor next to his feet. Looking down Butch was mildly confused to not find anything at all.
Brushing it off he returned his attention to the girls beside him, Buttercup was no longer standing, planted firmly in her seat looking like a scolded pup. He blinked, turning to Blossom who looked just as calm as ever, aside from the slight twitch of her lip.
For some reason he could swear he felt a sort of vibration, like a low rumble coming from somewhere in the girls direction. It was gone in moments so he wasn't really sure if he was imagining it or not.
Brushing it off he went back to his not-so-subtle starring. Hey, he couldn't help it if the chick was hot. Be it those mile long legs or that perfect waist. Perhaps it was that curvaceous figure of hers, whatever it was he couldn't help the need to undress her with his eyes.
He was a guy after all, you can't really blame him for appreciating the female body in all it's voluptuous glory.
Maybe he was just starring too long, or maybe his imagination was getting the best of him but Butch could swear he was beginning to catch her glancing in his direction.
She was starting to look nervous, edgy, the longer he watched. He off handedly wondered if she could possibly feel him watching her. Probably. Or maybe she was finally noticing the vicious glares Brick was sending their way. The guy was very nearly boring a hole into the back of the ravens head with those crimson eyes of his.
A few minutes later she finally moved, sifting around in that large side bag of hers. He blinked, she was putting her things away. Where was she going? Class just started not even ten minutes ago.
"Hey idiot, you gonna just sit there or what?"
"What?" Butch looked up at Boomer who for some reason was standing in front of his desk.
"Class is over dumb ass." an irritated Buttercup growled at him. "But I guess you wouldn't know that since you were too busy staring at my sister to notice."
Butch was only half listening, dumping his things back into his bag, watching as the redhead sauntered through the classroom door, his blonde brother a few respectful paces behind.
Green was suddenly the only thing he could see, it took Butch a whole five seconds before he realized he was starring into a pair of green eyes. Very angry, very dangerous green eyes.
"I'm gonna say this one time, and one time ONLY so you better pay attention!" Grasping the collar of his shirt, Buttercup yanked him forward until a scant inch remained between them. "Back. Off!"
Chuckling at her little display, Butch casually leaned into her grip, letting her feel like she was in control of the situation. He learned from experience that girls were a lot easier to deal with when they thought things were going their way.
"And if I don't?"
"You'll have me to deal with." Buttercups green eyes narrowed to slits.
"Hmm, docent sound too bad." giving her a sly grin, Butch bravely or stupidly, he couldn't decide at the time, reached out and trailed his fingers over her side. "Your pretty easy on the eyes yourself." With that said, Butch did the stupidest thing of the day.
He groped her ass.
Butch had always had a deep baritone voice, so it really came as a shock that it could reach so high a pitch. Then again, pain worked wonders on the body.
"Mommy!"
"OUCH!"
"Aaaaaggghhhhaaaaaa!"
Three pained squeals chorused in the class room as Mitch collapsed on the floor, Floyd hunched over, and Harry crouched down, each one wide eyed and covering vital pieces of the male anatomy.
"What is wrong with you?" Butch so desperately wanted to shout but all that came out was a pained squeak. Hands cupped firmly between his legs the boy rolled along the tiled ground, curling into himself.
"If you ever touch my ass again…" Buttercup left the threat hanging in the air as she lowered her raised leg. Helping herself to his schedule she gave it a once over before turning her attention back to the boys and snapped her fingers at the brunet. "Mitch, your next class is with this idiot so take the moron with ya."
"Yes ma'am." Mitch nodded rapidly, fear evident on his emotional face. Scrambling to his feet the brunet scooped up the still writhing boy. "Guys gimme a hand here would ya?"
Skirting their way around Buttercup the twins grasped the now semiconscious Butch by his shoulders and placed him on Mitch's back. Leaning forward Mitch shifted around a little, sliding his skateboard under the other teen like a make shift seat.
"How do I always end up pack mule?" Mitch off handedly questioned as an afterthought, standing up slowly.
"Cause your whipped?" Harry asked innocently.
"I though is was because he's Buttercup's bitch." Floyd gave his twin a look, confusion plastered across his face.
Mitch gave them a blank look, he was not pleased. Making a point of ignoring them, he trudged out of the room, leaving the twins to carry the bags as they hurried to class.
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'Dumb ass! I swear I'm related to a bunch of protozoic brained neanderthalls!' Stomping down the halls, the teen took no notice of his fellow students as they scrambled out of his way.
Brick was pretty used to such behavior, being a superhuman usually came with a healthy dose of fear from any person within seeing distance. Not many people WOULD want to get in your way when you were usually twice their size and could kick their ass into the next galaxy without breaking a sweat.
Ignoring the attention, Brick wandered around campus. It was a free period and he had nothing to do. The library wasn't all that interesting, their collection wasn't nearly up to standards, and there wasn't much else to this cesspool they were calling an educational facility. Maybe he could sneak out and have a look around town.
Yah, that sounded like a pretty good idea. He could scope out the place and find what was around, perhaps even find something remotely worth his time, thought that was a very high improbability. At the very least he'd know for a fact just how backwater the place was so he could yell at Mojo about it later.
Speaking of Mojo, he was gonna have a very long talk with that simian for not telling them their arch nemesis were in this same town. He had better not come up with some bull shit about not knowing they were here, there was no possible way he could have missed them.
Stuffing his hands into his pockets Brick waltzed through the courtyard, not caring who saw him. It wasn't like they would, or even could for that matter, stop him.
Reaching the street he stopped for a brief moment. For some reason he suddenly wasn't feeling all that great, maybe it was all this stupid country air. It wasn't all that bad in the school but he could still smell all that farm stench hanging around in the breeze.
Perhaps he could hang around in the nurses office instead, at least there all the medicines and alcohol would drown out the smell.
Rerouteing his course, Brick made his way across the campus again. He passed a few classrooms on the way, occasionally glancing in through the little windows on the doors.
He spotted Boomer in one of the classes, it took no more than a moment to see that the blond was uncomfortable, and it wasn't difficult to figure out why. Buttercup was seated directly behind him looking like a guard dog with rabies.
As if she knew he were there Buttercup was suddenly glaring out the window, emerald orbs locking on crimson. There was something different about her, something in that look wasn't quite right. He couldn't place his finger on what it was though.
"Why aren't you in class?" Whipping around, Brick tried not to jump clean out of his skin at the voice directly behind him.
Red…lots of red and black… a hat? Mentally smacking himself in the head, Brick shifted his gaze downward at the shorter person.
'Oh great.' Rolling his eyes, Brick turned back towards the nurses office, rudely ignoring the redheaded girl. He could hear her huff quietly wether from annoyance or whatever else it was still mildly satisfying in some weird way.
Clunk, clunk, clunk.
Brick growled quietly.
Tap, tap, tap.
'Damn it…'
Tap, tap, tap.
The frayed temper and waning control Brick had been battling with all day finally snapped. Bright red took over his vision and before he knew it he had Blossom by the throat, pinned to a wall.
Brick blinked, momentarily surprised, he didn't remember turning around or even having grabbed her. Then again, his temper often got the best of him. His surprise didn't last long, he was annoyed again in seconds.
Normally, a person would flinch in a threatening situation. If they are surprised they would twitch, gasp, or become wide eyed. They might fight back, or try to run away. If that wasn't an option at the very least they would struggle.
But not this stupid girl.
Blossom wasn't moving, not even a twitch. Those cool magenta orbs just as dull and boring as they had been when he first saw her hours ago. How stoic could a person get?
"Are you quite done yet?" Blossom smoothly inquired, voice level as she stared him in the eye.
"No, I wanna know why the fuck your following me!" Brick growled, tightening his grip on her throat. He knew it was uncomfortably tight but still she didn't react.
"Somebody's a little paranoid don't you think?"
"Don't get smart with me, now answer the question!" How was she still so calm, he was almost definitely choking her by now.
"The principals office is over there, right next to the nurses office." Blossom stated matter-of-factly.
Her outline blurred, Brick blinked and suddenly she was gone.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to have a word with Ms. Keane." He turned just as she disappeared through a large oak door nearly forty or so feet away.
'How the Hell?' Brick flexed his fingers a little. He was sure he had had a tight grip on her.
Something tickled his hand, drawing attention from the door to his palm. He saw nothing, but Brick was sure there was something there. He could FEEL it in the middle of his palm.
Closing his hand into a fist, Brick continued to his destination. The nurse looked up from whatever book she was reading to give him a once over as he stepped through the door.
She was a plump little woman with rather pale skin and dirty blonde hair tied into a neat bun. With a delicate sniff she turned back to her book.
"If your cutting class I suggest you head back."
"Free period." Brick grumbled softly. For some reason he felt the need to be quiet around the soft spoken lady.
"Hmm…alright, but don't you be touching anything while your here." Snuffing a little more, she cleared her throat, coughing a high barkish sound. "You can sit over there."
Gesturing towards the back of the room she buried herself back into her book, not sparring Brick another glance.
Murmuring a soft thanks, he walked off deeper into the room and sank into the plush cushions of a small chair.
Pulling his hands from his pockets, Brick dropped his bag unceremoniously on the floor. This earned him a short glare. Waiting until she turned back to her book, Brick examined his hand again.
It still itched, like a cobweb or hair was stuck to his palm. Rubbing his hand with his opposite fingers he managed to grab onto the invisible object.
It was soft, not unlike silk, or perhaps it really was hair, but why couldn't he see it? He could sure as Hell feel it. Raising it up to the light he grinned having found a solution.
Though the strand itself was invisible Brick could make out a soft ember red shine. It WAS hair. His thoughts immediately returned to Blossom, it was the same color as her own hair and had probably gotten stuck to him when he grabbed her.
But it was short… Blossom's hair was at least a good four to five feet in length, this strand was only a few inches. Not even half a foot.
"What have you got there?" for the second time that day, Brick nearly jumped out of his skin, the nurse appearing beside him.
'What the fuck is with these people? Do they just pop out of thin air or something?' Blossom he could understand, she was a superhuman after all, but how did this woman sneak up on him like that? He hadn't heard her get up, hadn't heard her footsteps, not even seen her move even though she was seated directly in his line of sight.
"May I ask why you've got a piece of fur?" she inquired, reaching out the nurse plucked the strand from his fingers as if she could see it plain as day.
Brick was seconds away from snapping at the pudgy woman when her words finally registered.
"Fur?"
"Yes, fur." she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "What did you think it was?"
"I though it was hair…" Brick sank back into the confines of his mind. Technically fur is hair, but people usually only used the term in reference to animals. So it if it was fur instead of hair, what was it doing on Blossom? And why can't he see it?
Slipping further into his own thoughts Brick never noticed to way the nurse looked at him strangely, as if he had grown a second head. Never noticed how she had suddenly leaned into his personal space to sniff at him, and certainly not the way her eyes widened in an almost panicked fashion when she jerked away.
"Terribly sorry, I forgot there something I need to go and get." the little woman practically yanked him to his feet, hurrying him to the door and shooing him out.
Brick didn't even have the time to get mad at her for touching him before the door was closed in his face.
'Why that little…' he contemplated breaking the door down and giving her a piece of his mind. It would make him feel better, but he might end up hurting her and that would just wind him up with more problems than he needed. He had enough of those as it was.
Grumbling silently, Brick stomped his way past the principals office, vaguely wondering what his stupid counterpart had to talk about.
"I know dear, the boys are far ahead of schedule." a muffled voice echoed through the door. Brick paid no attention, he had no clue who was talking or what was being discussed anyways. "But you've seen them, the redhead…"
"Brick." Blossom's voice interjected when the previous one paused for a moment.
Aaaand now it concerned him. His name came up, they were obviously talking about him and his brothers. Floating silently around the small office building Brick stopped just beside a window.
He could see two figures in the room. One was Blossom and the other must have been the principal. She was about medium sized, a bit closer to the short end but not terribly so. Black hair, friendly blue eyes, she had the look of a mother about her.
"Yes, that was the name, now where was-" the principal began.
"No-" Blossom cut her off, raising a hand and motioning for silence. Brick saw Blossom close her eyes, tilting her head slightly.
He blinked.
Magenta orbs stared into crimson when Blossom suddenly appeared before the window, glaring at him for a moment before closing the sliding glass and shutting the curtain.
'What is with these freaking fast people?'
Brick couldn't make out the rest of the conversation no matter how hard he tried. It was like the room was sound proofed. Then again, with superhumans around it probably was.
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"WHAT? Are you freaking out of your mind?"
"I know, I'm not exactly thrilled about this either."
"Are you forgetting? These are the ROWDYRUFF'S were talking about here! They don't just start coming to school with us!"
"Buttercup, I KNOW your unhappy with this but your just going to have to tolerate them."
Cursing, said teen paced in tight circles along the roots of a tree on the edge of campus. Blossom leaned against the trunk, arms folded, the now forward facing hat covering what was surely an irritated expression. Mitch hung from a branch high above them, the twins several paces away. The three of them had learned when and when not to get involved.
"Well, to be honest, I figured they'd be showing up eventually." Buttercup finally conceded, sighing loudly she flopped down upon a tangle of roots. Not minding the dirt and grass she made herself comfortable. "I just didn't expect it to be so soon."
Blossom gave a slight jerk, head twitching up as she eyed her sister from beneath the brim of her hat, a thoughtful expression on her usually blank face.
The action did not go unnoticed. Shifting around a bit more, Buttercup finally settled down, lying back until her head lolled over the top of the thick root.
"Ya don't seriously think I didn't know didja?" Buttercup grinned smugly at the ill concealed shock on Blossom's upside down form. "It was pretty damn obvious ever since Blaze showed up."
Closing her eyes, Blossom composed herself before speaking up again. "I don't see how this has anything to do with-"
"I'm not stupid!" Buttercup snapped, cutting her off. Rolling over she dug her nails into the thick tree bark, mouth curling into an irritated scowl in a way that bared her teeth. "Ya may have fooled Bubbles, which is honestly a surprise cause it so freaking obvious that it might as well bite her in the ass, but you don't fool me."
Round two of the starring contest began. Magenta and emerald both searching for signs of weakness.
This time it was Blossom's turn to back down. Her eyes darted down and to the right, settling on a blade of grass that was currently the home of a hungry inch worm.
With a decisive snort Buttercup rolled back over. It was nice to win an argument with the redhead once in a while.
"So whens their first Run?" Buttercup questioned after a few minutes of silence. She didn't bother looking back this time, contented to gaze at the drifting clouds instead.
"Not sure yet." Blossom replied, one could practically hear the frown in her voice. "Gotta talk to Mojo about it later."
"Well, tell me when ya figure it out so I can NOT be there."
A low whistle pierced the air just as Blossom opened her mouth to respond. Her jaw snapped shut with a soft click, both girls glancing up at Mitch. The brunet sat on the branch high above, fixated on something off to the left.
Blossom huffed, tilting the baseball cap further down over her eyes. Buttercup growled, already more than irritated as she spotted the dark, green and black figure approaching them.
"Hey man, ya feeling any better?" Harry asked with his usual cheerful demeanor.
"Yah, was quite the kick you got." Floyd agreed, nodding his head in greeting.
"M'fine." The raven teen grunted, casting Buttercup a quick glare.
'This is gonna be a LONG day.'
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Woo! I finished another chapter. Yay. I hope I didn't make this too hard to follow. I decided that I needed more in my story and decided to add a few chapters here or there to fill up the days a little since I always feel like I'm rushing things along. The next few chapters will probably just be improvised versions of the already existing ones with maybe a little more detail every so often.
Sorry for taking so long to update. I sort of lost my inspiration somewhere along the way so I'm kinda just moseying my way along trying to come up with new ideas for my stories.
Thanks for reading, please leave a review and tell me what ya think. ^_^