PR 6:
Disclaimer: I don't own Powerpuff Girls.
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Even after everything that happened on Monday Brick was surprised to find himself in a semi-decent mood. Though that may have been attributed to the fact that Blossom didn't show for school for his entire Tuesday.
Or maybe it was just the after affects of waking up to Butch falling down the stairs in an attempt to get away from Mojo's psycho pet.
Whatever it was he was going to soak up as much Puff free time as he possibly could. Sure Buttercup and Bubbles were around but he didn't mind. For all he cared they could run streaking thought the school whistling Dixie and he wouldn't give a rip.
As long as they stayed away from him that is. It was just their redheaded sister that got on his nerves.
Tuesday night on the other hand… now that was a different story entirely. Mojo had arranged for their exam things to be done the next day. Which meant he'd be forced into contact with a certain pink aggravation.
It didn't help that Boomer, in the room next to his and directly beside the current placement of his bed, was making enough noise to rival a category five hurricane.
It had been going on for nearly an hour now. Brick was able to ignore it for the most part by plugging in his headphones and blaring the music at full blast. But even that couldn't help him forever and soon enough the crashes and banging became too much for the Ruff to bare. Muttering a few very colorful choice curses, Brick smashed his fist against the wall.
"Boomer! Shut the fuck up in there!" he growled, frustrated when, if anything, the racket only intensified.
Kicking at his blanket, Brick leapt off the bed, landing in the doorway. Wrenching it open he stomped down the hall, stopping only to pound on Boomers blue door.
"Shut up in there damn it!"
"Lotta good that'll do ya." Butch grumbled leaning against the upstairs bathroom doorway. He had obviously just gotten out of the shower, not even bothering to put on more than his boxers. Shoulder length hair damp and lifeless a towel hanging from one hand. "I tried that already."
"Well you got a better idea? Mojo'll have a cow if I bust the door plus it's locked." Brick jiggled the knob for emphasis.
Butch rolled his eyes. Slinking over he dropped his towel. Glancing his brother up and down once he grinned before lifting his hands in a 'shooing' motion. Kneeling down in front of the door he giggled the knob a few times and pressed something into the lock. A nearly soundless click and the door swung open upon the chaos.
It looked like a tornado really had passed through the room. Empty and half filled boxes cluttered the walls, Boomers gadgets and half finished projects scattered across every inch of the floors. Clothing lay in folded and messy piles. Pillows hung from the window, blanket draped across a rolling chair and tucked under the bed making a tent like area. And in the middle of it all was the blonde himself.
"I can't find it, I can't find it, I can't find it!" Boomer whispered, distraught as he dug through boxes of things he had or hadn't finished unpacking yet. "Where is it? I have to find it, I have to find it, I have to find it!"
Butch raised an eyebrow, grabbing his towel off the floor he stood back up. He tossed Brick a worried glance. Brick eyed the mess wearily, slowly pushing the door open, mindful of all the items in the way. He didn't want to upset the blue any more than he already was. And Boomer was clearly very upset, frenziedly tossing things around.
"Boomer?" Brick called gently as if talking to a frightened animal. "What you lookin' for bud?"
"I can't find it, I can't find it anywhere, it's not in my room!" Throwing aside the now empty box in his hands, Boomer began sifting through the things on his floor, randomly tossing them around. "I NEED it! Can't get anything done without it! How could I loose something so important!"
"If it's important, you'll find it." Butch added, pushing a few half built robots around on the floor with his toe.
"What's it look like?" Brick questioned, floating over to what was supposed to be Boomer's book shelf and looking around. "Maybe we've seen it someplace."
"S'not hard to notice! Only freaking green an red thing in my whole room!" Boomer shouted, flying a shirt at the wall and kicking random empty cardboard boxes.
Butch blinked, "Dude! Tell me you ain't been doing all this crap over a freaking screwdriver!" not caring what he stepped on, Butch stomped over, grabbing the blonde by his shirt collar and pulling him so close their noses almost touched.
"I can't find it." Boomer pouted, glasses drooping back into his hair. His cheeks flushed red suddenly, eyes clouded. "I lost it…" he whispered as if he had just been given a death sentence.
Butch jumped back, startled. "Come on bro! Not the water works!"
"I ain't crying, damn it!" Boomer shouted, glaring at his brother.
"Then stop acting like a sissy!"
"I ain't acting like a sissy!"
"Well ya sure cryin' like a baby then!" Butch crossed his arms over his chest.
"Am not!" Boomer shouted, jumping to his feet.
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
At some point the two had begun inching closer and now stood with less than an inch between them. It was mildly amusing for they now had their foreheads pressed together as they glared angrily. But the fact still stands that Butch is a good half foot or so taller than Boomer. The blonde was not deterred though, somehow still managing to look intimidating despite the fact that he had to glare up at his brother who more or less towered over him.
"ARE TOO!" Butch shouted into Boomer's face.
"AM NOT!" Boomer yelled, tackling Butch through the doorway and over the railing.
They landed in the hallway with a solid thump, rolling around along the carpet. Brick immediately flew after them landing just behind the scuffling pair. It didn't help much that they had conveniently ended up on Einsteins tail, the retarded fowl now screeching wildly as he dashed around them.
Brick felt a migraine coming on. His day was going great and now he had to deal with this? Pressing his fingers against his temples he began rubbing circles to alleviate the pain.
Einstein began flapping around, scratching at the boys as Boomer got shoved against a wall. Butch in turn got a foot to the gut, crashing against a lamp.
"Sissy!"
"Jerk!"
"Pansie!"
"Ignoramus!"
"Cry baby!"
"Twit!"
"SHUT UP!" Brick bellowed. Grabbing Boomer by his shirt collar and Butch by the back of his neck, Brick forcefully pried the two apart only the smash their heads together before dropping them back to the ground. "Now…, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"
"Why don't you ask the dumb blonde here." Butch sat up tenderly rubbing his abused face.
Crimson orbs settled on Boomer, the blonde lying motionless on the floor. Normally people would have been worried but Brick knew better, Boomer wasn't actually hurt. Even so, Boomer lay there motionless, sprawled across the hallway starring up at the roof as if the world were crashing down around him.
"Boom, wha'did ya loose?" Brick asked, nudging his foot against Boomer's side.
"My screwdriver's gone…" Boomers voice was barely a whisper, so quiet his brothers almost didn't hear him.
"See! Told ya, the idiot was makin' all that noise for nothin'!" Butch grumbled, pushing himself off the carpet. He paused, gingerly tracing a series of scratches along his chest before stomping up the stairs. Glaring at both Boomer and Einstein the whole way. "Damn bird."
"Stop whining." Brick folded his arms over his chest. "If your that worried about it we'll get you a new one later." murmuring awkwardly, he turned away heading up the stairs.
Stopping in front of his bedroom he glanced over the railing. He could still see his brothers supine form exactly where he left him.
"Your still cleaning that mess though." Brick stated, closing the door behind him.
•••***•••
"But I don't want a new one…" Boomer muttered.
He felt utterly depressed, not wanting to move from the floor even after Einstein seemingly decided that his shirt would make a very fine nest.
"What are you doing?" Mojo appeared, hovering over Boomer as he stood just behind his shoulders, peering into the teens face. "That is to say, what is your reasoning for lying in the middle of the hallway and allowing Einstein to create a nest out of your clothing?"
Boomer merely grunted in reply.
Mojo sighed, "I am to assume that you are still unable to detect the location of your pocket screwdriver and all of it's many different axel shafts?"
Boomer gave another grunt as affirmation.
"If it is of that much importance to you then I will buy you a new one the next time I go to the hardware store." Mojo bent down and patted the blonde on the head.
"Don't want a new one…" Boomer grumbled quietly.
"And why is that?"
"Cause that one was special…"
"And to what may I inquire was so 'special' about this particular item?"
Sighing breathily, Boomer pushed himself up onto one hand, Einstein falling into his lap. Patting the bird a few times he got up, mumbling "Don't worry about it. Thanks for asking though." casting the chimp a half hearted grin he trudged up the stairs.
Closing his room door he sighed again at the mess that now lay before him.
'Pull yourself together!' Boomer mentally shouted at himself. 'Its just some lousy screwdriver, you can always get a new one!'
Slapping his cheeks, Boomer began to clean up the mess that remained of his room.
'But you got it for your first birthday…' a traitorous thought invaded his mind, causing the teen to slow his pace. 'It was the first gift you ever got… and from your brothers no less…'
"Oh great… now I'm depressed again…" Boomer mumbled.
He stood up, looking at the extremity of the mess around him. With a pout he sprang off the ground, floated over to his bed, and pushed everything off. Plopping down onto the mattress he rolled over to face the wall.
'I'll clean it later…'
•••***•••
None of the boys felt like getting up the next day. Boomer remained depressed, perhaps more so than previously, dragging his way along. Butch just didn't want to get up, not that he was able to stay asleep with Einstein crowing right outside his window. And Brick… well, he wasn't looking forward to having to see the Puffs seeing as Mojo had scheduled that, whatever it was, today.
Being at school didn't improve the blondes mood. Not even Buttercup's occasional glares were able to get him to move from his draped over the desk position. Not that she really had any time to pay attention to him anyway. Butch, whom Mitch had welcomed with open arms into their group, just wouldn't take a hint and leave her alone for more than a few minutes at a time.
This improved Brick's mood exponentially, not only was Blossom and the blue sister, Bubbly or whatever her name was, no where to be seen, their green sister was becoming angrier than the frothing mutt he came to acquaint her with.
All in all, his day was going mildly well. Although it was going a bit fast for his liking. Before he knew it the first half of the day had already flown by, marked by all three Ruff's being called to the principals office. Already knowing what would happen Brick dragged his way over, making sure he was the last one there.
When he finally got there he found a very bored Butch leaning against the wall next to a depressed Boomer. Seriously the blue Ruff looked pitiful sitting dejectedly on the ground as if a permanent storm cloud had taken up residence over him.
'Note to self, get Boomer another screwdriver soon so he quits whining.' it made Brick uncomfortable when his brother was so down. He'd never admit it aloud but he liked it when the two were happy.
"Finally! It took ya long enough." Butch grumbled, standing straight when finally he noticed the redhead. "Mojo already signed us out. Him and Pinky already headed to the parking lot too."
Boomer got up then, dragging his feet as he headed to the door.
"Damn that boys depressing." Brick shot Butch a stern look which quickly shut the green up…for a while.
The second they reached the back campus leading to the parking lot Butch began fidgeting, his old twitch acting up again. The boy was worse than a sugar hyped four year old that had just been told he was being taken to Disneyland for his birthday.
His mild twitch had become spasms by the time they left the courtyard. Eyeing the boy warily Brick opened his mouth to question his behavior.
"Butch- where'd he go?" Brick spun around looking in every direction when the green disappeared in an instant. "Boomer, you seen where he went?"
Boomer's reply was a simple huff of air as he stuffed his hands deeper into his pockets. Finally looking up off the ground he turned the corner and stopped for a moment. Blinking once he shrugged and kept walking.
It didn't take Brick long to find out why, a flash of green and red catching his eye where he found his idiot brother who was practically glued to the hood of a deep red car making an utter fool of himself. Butch got way too excited over cars. He took it to an almost creepy level.
Seriously, give him a few more minutes and Brick wouldn't put it past his brother to start making out with the hood or something. Definitely looked like he wanted to.
"Butch, stop acting like a retard."
Butch didn't listen in the least. He continued to roll around on the hood until he noticed Blossom next to him, tapping her foot in the universal sign of an irritated woman. Brick twitched, he had been so preoccupied with his brother that he hadn't noticed the girl at first.
"Can I drive?" Jumping up, Butch practically threw himself at the girl, hugging her tightly he lifted her off her feet. "Please, please, please, please, let me drive. Please."
"Put. Me. Down." Blossom stated.
"Can I at least ride in the car? Please, PLEASE!" Butch placed Blossom back on the ground only to wrap himself around her legs. "Please don't make me ride in that awful jalopy again!" half shouting he pointed an accusing finger at Mojo's beat up car.
"Ugh. Fine, get in the car." Blossom sighed in exasperation as Butch promptly let go and zipped around to the passenger door leaving a dark green trail behind him.
Eyeing his brother with disgust, Brick made his way over to Mojo. He briefly took note of Boomer lying across the back seat as he got in.
'Traitor.' Butch was obviously ecstatic. The second Blossom unlocked the door, the green Ruff was bouncing around on the passenger seat. It pissed him off to see his brother jump ship so quickly.
Unfortunately he couldn't exactly blame him… while Mojo's beat up old car took forever and a day to start, Blossom's car roared to life in a matter of seconds.
Growling it's way out of the parking lot, the red vehicle zoomed down the street leaving Mojo to putt his way along. By the time they reached the actual road, Blossom and Butch were nothing more than a speck of red in the distance.
His day just kept getting better didn't it? What could possibly go wrong… 'Don't even attempt to finish that!' he mentally reprimanded.
•••***•••
The forest seemed to stretch endlessly as they twist and turned down the winding road. Emerald leaves danced against the blue sky, thick branches creaking loudly above.
Brick could have sworn he even saw a deer at one point. 'We really are in the middle of nowhere.'
Taking another turn, Mojo pulled into an admittedly nice place. He wouldn't call it a drive way, it was way too big for that.
Nearly two acres of green lawn stretched out along a mountainside. An oak tree stood proudly in the center, a long paved road winding around it. At the far end was an average looking house nestled between the relatively short mountain ridges.
Seemingly built into the rock was a large garage door, through which Mojo drove. Brick took note of Butch darting around inside the garage as Mojo parked the car. He was about to get out and yell at his brother to stop acting like a fool when Blossom called him over.
In a flash Butch was standing next to her like the obedient bastard ass traitor he was.
The garage doors closed, gears grinding loud. Brick tensed up when the floor began to shake, loud rumbling sounds echoed around him.
"Calm yourself. It is not an earthquake." Mojo said calmly. He didn't seem the least bit worried.
"Why are we sinking?" Boomer questioned dumbly as he stared out the window.
He was right! The floor was dropping beneath them. Like a giant elevator. After a while all Brick could see was steal walls as the garage disappeared above them. A sliver of light shot through when they descended into a large room.
'Oh greeeat! I've died an gone to Butch's twisted version of heaven.'
They were now in an even bigger garage, except this one looked high tech. Tool boxes of various shapes and sizes lined the walls. Three different types of cars were parked to the left, two of them looked like they were still being worked on while the last was obviously being scrapped. Brick even saw several motorcycles to the right. The rest of the floor was littered with parts or tools though not bad enough that one wouldn't be able to walk.
"I love you!" Butch squealed like a little girl. Looking over at his brother, Brick was revolted to see Butch squeezing Blossom against his chest as he stared out at the room looking like he was hearing the hallelujah chorus. It sort of ticked him off.
"Go ahead." Blossom sighed. Before she could even finish her sentence Butch was dancing around the garage like a fairy on crack. He pried open every drawer, looked under every hood and picked at every piece of equipment in the room.
"We have lost him." Mojo stated, getting out of the car. He starred after Butch as the Ruff flitted about the room never stopping for more than a few seconds. "It will be nearly impossible to get him out of this room."
Brick had to agree with Mojo this time. Not even he could control Butch when he got like this.
"Don't worry Mojo, he'll listen." Blossom said in a teasing voice.
"Really now?" Boomer asked, getting out. "He docent even listen to Brick when he gets like this. I doubt he'd listen to you."
Smirking at them, Blossom tossed a pair of keys into the air, letting them jingle loudly. A flash of green and Butch was instantly beside her grinning psychotically. His fingers twitched spasmatically as he stared, eyes transfixed on the metal in her palm.
Oh now he was really irked. Butch never listened to him once he got into those crazy moods of his and yet Blossom had him doing flips like a trained dog.
"It's amazing what a person can accomplish with the right motivation."
Boomer gaped openly until Mojo reached over and closed the blondes mouth. "You are going to catch flies like that."
"Ok let's get going." Blossom walked off to the back of the room. The others trailing behind her, well everyone except Butch who was literally hovering over her shoulder pathetically grabbing at the keys.
Quite frankly, Brick was disgusted. Though he had to admit it was rather amusing to see the look of utter shock cross his brothers face when Blossom dropped the keys down the front of her shirt.
•••***•••
'I take it back. Boomer is worse.' The door Blossom had gone through just had to lead to a robotics room didn't it?
Now it was Boomers turn. The blond was dashing about the room, nothing but a blue blur. It was like standing in a whirlwind as the air smashed into Brick. The wind was so strong it even would have blown Mojo away if he hadn't grabbed the monkey. And to think that Boomer was so depressed he would hardly even talk just a few minutes ago.
"Hey Blue!" Blossom shouted, holding something above her head. She had somehow gotten to the far corner of the room and was standing next to another door.
Brick wasn't sure what she was holding but whatever it was got Boomers attention. Even faster then Butch, the blond was next to Blossom, starring at her like a dog anticipating a treat. Brick knew that look, Boomer always got it just before he got his mitts on some type of new tech.
Depression seemingly forgotten, Boomer pranced after her as she stepped through the door. They traveled down a long steel hallway before finally stopping at a pair of large metal doors.
The place had a sort of futuristic feel to it. Long corridors, steel or possibly titanium walls, sliding doors, the whole nine yards. It didn't help that a hand scanner just appeared out of freaking nowhere on the wall.
They stepped into some sort of computer room then. At least he thought it was a computer room. Lining the walls were monitors and TVs in perfect rows and columns. The only problem was he couldn't seem to find a keyboard anywhere.
Strike that, there were keyboards. Even Brick had to admit that was cool. Stepping into the middle of the room, Blossom waved her hand horizontally bringing forth a holographic keyboard. She quickly began typing at it.
"Alright. Were all set." Blossom clicked a few more keys before standing up and turned around. "Mojo?"
"Yes, I know Powerpuff." Mojo walked over to Blossom's side pulling along a small office chair from the corner of the room. "I can handle things here. Boys go with her."
Nodding once, Blossom turned around to leave the room, the three Ruffs following a little behind. They walked further down the hall and around a corner before stepping into a large white room.
The doors closed automatically behind them the moment the four were inside. It made Brick mildly nervous, then again it was three of them and one of her, why should he feel anxious?
The room was completely empty. What was the purpose? There was absolutely nothing in here. It looked to be a forty by forty foot, white room.
Making her way to one of the walls, Blossom pushed lightly against it. A small panel popped open, inside was a bunch of long narrow items. They looked sort of like large headphones with long wing like projections. Over the headband was strips of colored glass or plastic between the black metal.
Grabbing one out, Blossom slipped it over Boomers head, much to the blondes surprise. Brick realized they were actually glasses when she pulled the headband over Boomer's eyes. The wings flowing along the side of his head like a pair of horns.
"Oooh these are cool!" Boomer whispered feeling the glasses. "Hey, is this one of those virtual reality head sets?"
"Precisely." Grabbing three more, Blossom handed them to Brick and Butch before putting the last one on herself. "Can you hear us?"
"No need to yell!" Mojo's voice suddenly echoed around the room. "I may be old but I am not hard of hearing!"
"Did you turn the volume down?"
"…Ugh, no." Soft shuffling sounds were heard before Mojo returned. "I'm turning it on now. Brick put your glasses on."
'Stupid monkey.'
"WOAH!"
"AWESOME!"
"…"
The entire room seemed to disappear. The walls rippled like water casting various colors in every direction. The empty white room melting away into what looked like a large gym.
Now Brick wasn't too familiar with exercise equipment but he knew enough to know that there was enough here to stretch just about every muscle he could think of.
Walking around a little he paused at the closest bench and scoffed. "You call these weights?"
"No kidding." Butch prodded at a couple of dumbbells across the room. "You call fifty pounds a weight? That's not even a challenge. That's like… I might as well be lifting a feather…"
"Really now?" Picking up a random dumbbell, Blossom tossed it into the air a few times. "I suppose your right."
"Yah, come on babe, where's the challenge?" Butch took this moment to drape his arm over the females shoulder.
Blossom scowled and shoved the weight against his chest earning a soft 'oof' as she knocked the wind out of him.
Butch wrapped his arms around the weight grinning like a lech when he accidentally grabbed her wrist. Blossom just tugged her hand away.
"Wait a minute…" Butch blinked, a look of perplexity over took him as he hefted the weight a few times. "This docent feel like fifty…"
"It's not supposed to." Blossom gave him a sly smirk and Brick couldn't help but wonder when the Hell she started smirking. "We'll start the exams now."
•••000•••
Aaahhh! I feel like I'm going crazy! My mom decided to bring home a little chihuahua puppy the other day. Now I'm the one that's stuck watching it! I love animals but this one I'd make an exception for. It's driving me insane! I cant even look at my phone without it whining or barking at me.
Meh. I've got to get back to writing my other story now. I keep telling myself that I should write that one first but I keep getting new ideas to try out for this one instead. And I end up having to write them down before I forget them completely. I have to work on my focus... I've got a really short attention span...
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