PR: 7
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"What to do first…" Blossom mumbled, walking around the room. Snapping her fingers she strode over to a large square of carpeting at one corner of the room. "Few stretches sounds simple enough. Alright boys, over here."
"Really… what are we doing? Touching our toes?" Brick sneered.
"Exactly." Blossom blinked, face as blank and bored as ever. "We can start from there."
"Oookaaay." Boomer walked over, standing in front of her.
"You do know that we don't need to stretch right?" Butch placed the weight back on the rack, folding his arms when he stepped onto the square of carpet. "Were superhuman, it's not like were gonna pull a muscle."
Brick kept quiet, reluctantly standing off to the left, his posture screaming rebellion.
"We'll just do single sets to save time." Blossom stated, ignoring the ravens comment. Shifting her legs apart she stretched one arm over her head leaning into it. "Well? I'm not doing this for my health." she stated expectantly when the boys made no moves to follow.
Two pairs of eyes rolled, all three boys sighing in exasperation before following. Straightening up Blossom stretched the other arm, then swung both around a few times twisting at the hip. Swinging around a bit faster than necessary, Boomer grinned sheepishly when his back popped with a loud 'crack'.
"You know. That sounds pretty good right about now." With that said Butch placed both hands against his sides, leaning back to crack the lower section of his spine. "Oh, that felt good."
With an apathetic shrug, Brick followed suit, cracking both his back and neck.
"Alright. Now a few push ups." Blossom wasn't the least bit fazed.
"Do I have to?" Boomer grumbled.
"Think about it this way Boom," Brick scowled, dropping to the ground. "the faster you get it over with, the faster we can go home."
"When is this gonna get challenging?" Butch hurriedly finished his ten before getting back up.
For the most part Blossom ignored them, going about the stretches and workout with ease. Shifting her weight to one hand she tucked the other behind her back and continued. Finishing that set she switched arms and repeated the process before kicking up into a hand stand.
Butch stared for a moment, mildly dazed as he watched the fabric of her shirt drop, or rise, or whatever it was doing! Either way he looked at it, her stomach was still showing, and my oh my was that a nice curvy waist.
Brick swore a few profanitys when his baggy shirt tangled around his arms. This was getting ridiculous in his opinion. Not to mention his stupid brother was beginning to piss him off with the constant ogling. Brick decided to fix that, shifting his weight onto one hand before kicking Butch.
"Huh?" Butch swatting his foot as if shooing a fly.
"Your supposed to do it too." Boomer said.
"Oh, right."
"Moving on." Blossom didn't bother to wait, expertly flexing her legs over her back and standing back up. "Oh, and before I forget again." striding over to the wall, she opened a small drawer and retrieved several odd looking bands. "Put those on. They'll help record your status."
She tossed a bunch of the bands to each male before putting some on herself. One on each wrist, over the biceps, around the thighs, and both ankles.
"What's this one for?" Boomer asked, holding up an x shaped band that had a few more straps than the rest.
Blossom sighed, she was truly getting tired of explaining everything to them. Debating her next course of action, the pink Puff decided to save her breath and simply show them how to put it on.
Now Boomer was the furthest away at the moment, and Butch would probably come up with some stupid innuendo. Then again, Brick wasn't exactly touchy.
'Ah, what the heck.' Throwing what little caution and patience she had left to the wind, Blossom scooped up one of the bands and stepped directly in front of her counterpart.
"Hey! What are you- STOP TOUCHING ME!" Brick snarled as Blossom threw half of the straps over his shoulders, carelessly pushing him this way and that, tightening the bands all the while. Grabbing the straps over his chest she tugged them making sure it would stay in place. "There."
Just as she suspected Boomer picked up the details quickly, putting the band on with only minor mishaps. Butch on the other hand either hadn't been paying attention or was purposely putting it on wrong. Huffing lightly in irritation, Blossom stepped over to the raven boy leaving her seething counterpart behind.
Slapping Butch's hands out of the way she grasped the bands and pulled them over his head, mildly peeved that she was forced to tip toe to do so. Straightening it out she put it back on the right way, cuffing him lightly when he attempted to inch closer.
"Hey, how come you aren't wearing one?" Boomer asked, observing her strap bare shoulders and back.
Blossom gave him a look, not that he could see her eyes to know that, before pointedly glancing down at her chest. Butch, noticing the slight tilt of her head, caught on fast and began chuckling like a dirty old man.
"Idiot." Brick muttered darkly, embarrassed by his brothers stupidity.
He knew that Boomer was bright and sharp as a tack. But when it came to just about anything dealing with the opposite sex the blonde was just so…blonde. It would take a blind person, or at least someone as clueless as Boomer, to not notice the way the straps were made were intended for guys. The thick, tight straps would wrap around ones chest and be far too uncomfortable for girls to use.
"She can't wear it cause it would squash these." Butch laughed lecherously, wrapping his arms around Blossom in a wide circle and pointing at her breasts.
"I'd appreciate if you would stop that." Blossom stated, swatting his hands away once more.
"Aww, but I'm just showing affection." Butch whined, tightening his arms around her, one arm against her collar bone, the other just below the curve of her chest. "I thought girls liked when guys show how much they care."
"Not from stalkers."
"But I'm not a stalker."
"You posses stalkerish tendencies."
"That just means I love ya sexy."
"Ok, I've tried being nice."
Grabbing Butch's upper forearm, Blossom pinched the skin and twisted, drawing a sharp yelp from the teen. Stepping out of his grasp she pushed him off the square of carpet.
"Next up, let's check agility and dexterity."
Boomer moved back off of the carpet, eyes widening as the redheaded female shifted into a defensive stance. Involuntarily his cobalt orbs darted to Brick noting the way he began fidgeting, not unlike Butch would right before a fight.
"Who's first?" Blossom asked, raising a delicate eyebrow.
'Don't do it! It's a trap!' Brick mentally shouted. His body disagreed though, years of fighting conditioning his reflexes, and swung at her.
Blossom tilted her head to the side narrowly avoiding his fist. One arm came up and smacked the underside of his elbow, the other palm planting firmly in the center of his chest. She pushed, not hard enough to knock him off balance but just enough to show that she could have hit him.
"Impulsive." Blossom commented, avoiding a swift kick to the gut.
Brick growled again, fist swinging up under her chin for an uppercut. Blossom threw herself back into a bridge, foot grazing against his side as she flipped backwards and away.
Brick paused for a moment, examining her body movements, bouncing on the ball of his feet. Dashing forward he dropped back, sliding on his knees beneath her raised leg to avoid a kick, head and upper body parallel with the floor. Snatching the ankle still planted on the carpet he jerked her leg out from under her.
Catching him by surprise, Blossom used his grip on her leg to send the rest of her body into a corkscrew, spinning around and flattening the dorsum of her foot against his cheek. She didn't apply any pressure against his face though. Smashing her forearm into the carpet she whipped her leg around, tossing him head first behind her. A quick summersault and Brick landed on his feet.
"Analytical, much better." Blossom almost praised, standing perfectly still as he moved forward slowly circling, trying to find a weak spot. "Anyone can be a brawler, but it takes more to step back and think."
"Shut up." Brick snapped, charging her from behind he jabbed at her right shoulder. Just as he expected she dodged to the left right into his knee, what he didn't expect was for her to spin, sidestepping out of the way.
Moving less than a foot from him she dropped forward, arms tucked close, and swung her leg back in a perfect split catching the side of his chin. Grabbing her by the leg once more he lifted her into the air and tossed her aside before she could kick at him.
Brick could feel himself becoming more and more frustrated the longer the fight progressed. He found that no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't seem to hit her. He had managed to catch her several times by either the wrists or ankles and once by locking her in a bear hug but he just couldn't hold on. She always seemed to find a way out of his grip or even to use it against him. He sure as Hell didn't like her but he had to admit, though he'd cut his own heart out before saying it aloud, that she was a skilled fighter.
"Alright, I think that's enough." Blossom did a little backflip over Brick, using his shoulder as a launch pad, and landed directly in front of the gaping Butch. "Hope your ready."
"Hey! I'm not done yet!" Brick snapped, stalking over and grabbing her roughly by the shoulder. He spun her around and dragged her towards him to glare down at her, their foreheads butting together. "I'm still ready to fight so don't you DARE ignore me!"
"It's for the exams Brick." Blossom sighed, prying her tank top strap from his grip. "We've already collected more than enough data from you. I still need to evaluate your brothers and you don't want to end up tired out before you take the other tests do you?"
"Come on bro, stop hogging the hot chick." Butch grumbled, wrapping his arms around Blossom's waist and pulling her against his chest. "You've had enough time watching her flex her sexy self, very hot by the way," he breathed against her ear. "it's time to let your bros have some fun too."
Tearing his eyes from the smaller redhead in his grip, Brick glared at his brother instead, growling menacingly. Butch twitched, somewhat freaked out.
He relaxed again when Brick huffed loudly, shoving Blossom away from him. Butch was impressed that she didn't stumble or even flinch from the force.
"Your a really touchy person aren't you?" Blossom looked over her shoulder at Butch. "No matter how many times myself or Buttercup say it you just can't keep your hand to yourself can you?"
"Course not." Butch grinned when she made no moves to escape his grasp. "With lady's as fine as you are it's impossible not to touch."
Blossom just sighed again, grabbing his wrists and twisting them behind his back. "Well you should start learning to ask permission before you randomly touch others, it's rude and can be considered offensive."
"Since when have I cared about offending others or being rude?" Butch asked grinning smugly. "By the way, I don't think you noticed but your chest is pressed against my back. Not that I'm complaining."
"Ugh!" Blossom shoved him away from her, not bothering to hide the look of disgust on her face. "Hormonal teenage boys, I SWEAR! Can't do anything with them!"
"I disagree. I can think of a lot of things you could do." Butch grinned suggestively, hovering upside down just a foot above the carpet. "Most of them involve a particularly dark room and preferably a flat surface."
"SHUT UP!" the nearly forgotten Boomer snapped, his cheeks burning a bright red from all the new found attention or possibly just anger. "Can't you keep your brain out of the gutter for at least an hour?"
"Geez, what crawled up your ass?" Butch mumbled grumpily, turning himself right side up.
"Thank you Boomer." Blossom nodded at the blonde once before turning back to the green. "Now if you don't mind landing so we can start."
"Huh? Why?" Butch tilted his head to the side.
"We aren't testing flight abilities."
"Yah… but you wanted to know how well we could move right?" Butch folded his legs, placing his hands on his knees, floating higher. "Well I move better in the air."
"No flying." Blossom stated firmly. "Now get down here."
"…No." An impish grin spread across Butch's face. "You want me to come down then come and get me."
Boomer could do nothing but stare in awe. One second his cheeky brother was floating in the air, the next he heard a growl and Blossom had him face planted into the carpet. Even with his enhanced vision all he could make out was a blur. Maybe it was because he blinked too soon.
Looking over at Brick, Boomer decided that it wasn't just him. If his brothers glowering frown was anything to go by. He decided to keep quiet, keep his opinions to himself like usual.
Storing the little tidbit away for future references, Boomer observed his second brothers mock fight. Watching the way the girl would avoid each hit, commenting every now and then.
It only took him a moment to figure out that she was analyzing his every move, how Butch would charge leaving his back open to attack. Or how he would simply swing, trying to beat his opponent through sheer force instead of using any real plan.
Blossom was right, he was impulsive, he didn't think things through. He was being as bull headed as those cows from the first day they got to town. Except that the cows actually had a plan, which was sort of sad, was his brother really that dumb?
He watched as Butch charged Blossom again, the female jumping over him like a game of leapfrog. Yah… he might actually be that dumb… It wasn't long before Butch was sweating like crazy, his top damply clinging tighter to his frame. Blossom on the other hand was the picture of ease, no sweat, no quickened breath, nothing. She was completely calm.
'She must have a lot of endurance.' Boomer though as Butch finally collapsed on the floor, Blossom stepping over him and grabbing his ankles to drag him to the corner of the carpet. She dropped him unceremoniously at Bricks feet before turning to Boomer.
"You ready Blue?"
"Um… aren't you tired?" Boomer asked, honestly curious.
Blossom just shrugged, placing herself into the center of the square. She stood straight this time, shifting her legs wider for better balance, arms extended slightly further from her face than before. Opening one hand palm up, she curled her fingers, waving him closer in an almost arrogant way.
Boomer hesitated, he didn't like being around girls, much less fighting them. Brick, seeing his brothers reluctance, gave him a push. Boomer stumbled forward, tripping over something or possibly just air, and plowed into Blossom. Ducking down a little, Blossom wrapped her arms around him before he fell to the ground.
"Oh. If HE touches your chest you give him a hug but if I do it I get a kick to the gut? I see how it is." Butch groaned from his spot in the ground, rolling onto his side and propping his head up.
Blossom rolled her eyes but otherwise ignored his comment. Shifting a little she helped a flustered Boomer to his feet.
"You ok Blue?"
"Y-yah. I-I'm ok." Boomer jumped back, hand immediately raising to his face as he bit down on his thumb nail.
Blossom had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out right. It wasn't enough to stop the wide smile and quiet chuckle though. The action seemed to surprise the boys, causing Boomer's blush to darken and Butch gape as if he had just witnessed Hell freeze over.
Choosing to ignore them, Blossom returned to her defensive crouch, waiting for the blonde to make his move. Shaking his head slightly, Boomer followed her example, raising his hands to protect his face.
He had a pretty good idea what she was doing with this particular test just from watching his brothers. He also knew that she wouldn't actually be hitting him but that didn't mean he shouldn't be cautious.
'She's trying to see how well we can move.' Boomer contemplated, throwing a quick jab at her face, which was unsurprisingly blocked. 'How fast we can attack and block against an opponent.'
Backpedalling a bit, Boomer aimed a high kick at her face once more, just as he predicted she ducked the blow. Quickly speeding up, he shifted his weight to the foot as soon as it touched down, turning his back on her for a split second to kick out with the opposite foot. His pulse leapt as he felt the tip of his shoe come into contact with her shoulder.
Twirling away, Blossom paused for a moment, looking at the faint dirt smudge across her skin. She seemed shocked about it, rubbing the dirt away, before turning back to him with a grin that made his skin crawl. Where as before she had seemed bored she now looked rather interested in what she was doing but he wasn't so sure that was a good thing.
In the time it took to blink she was standing directly in front of him, right fist pressed firmly beneath his rib cage.
'An uppercut.' his mind unnecessarily pointed out.
Without missing a beat he threw himself back, did a summersault, landing on his hands and vaulted away. The second his feet hit the floor he fell into a crouch, one hand splayed out on the carpet before him, then dashed at her.
Boomer knew that the chances of him actually hitting her were slim to non. She was obviously faster, having been able to surpass his visual sensors time and time again, but that didn't mean he couldn't try.
Like a burst of adrenalin, the blond focused and redirected his energy into his legs, forcing himself to move as fast as he could go. Taking a page from Butch's book, Boomer lowered his shoulders, tilted his head to the side and tackled the girl. Blossom, in the last second, copied his position.
Later that night, Butch would swear up and down, he had felt his teeth rattle from the impact. The collision resulted in a rather violent shockwave that knocked several shelves of weights over and even the near by weight bench. Brick let out an irritated growl as his hat blew off somewhere to the other side of the room.
Boomer made a pained grunt sort of sound as he gave a final shove and leapt back. He was both discouraged and proud to find that he had managed to force her back a good foot and a half. Discouraged because he had accomplished so little, proud because neither of his brothers had been able to do so.
"Good job." With a smug little grin, Blossom straightened up, brushing nonexistent wrinkles from her shirt. "That should be enough."
She waltzed off across the room, scooping up the weight rack and dumbbells, putting them back in their places. Boomer just flopped down on his rear, legs sprawled before him, tugging lightly on his shirt to increase the air flow. Of all the days to wear a long sleeved shirt he just had to pick this day didn't he?
Brick eyed his brothers, both were out of breath, sweating a little. He himself had been a bit out of breath afterwards yet… crimson orbs flicked over the only female present, taking in the ease with witch she moved. She didn't seem tired in the least.
'How?' Was the only thought that would register in his mind as he contemplated the situation. 'What is she made of?'
Watching her like a hawk, Brick tracked Blossom as she finished rearranging things back to how they were, wondering just what she might come up with next.
'Well, whatever it is I'm definitely not loosing to the likes of her.'
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'This girl is INSANE!'
Sounds of heavy breathing echoed throughout the bleached white room.
'Exam nothing! That was a freaking work out and a half!' Sprawled out in the middle of the floor on his back, was Butch. Damn he felt like a dog. 'Probably looked like one too.'
The second he had been given the ok, the raven haired Ruff had promptly collapsed onto the floor, tongue lolled out of the corner of his mouth. It was a good thing he had decided to wear shorts today or he'd probably be worse off like poor Boomer.
The blonde was currently on his hand and knees gasping for air. He had worn jeans along with the long sleeved shirt that day and was paying dearly for it. Boomers usually, only slightly messy hair now looked more like a rats nest on his head as it jut out in all directions. Sweat virtually poured off of him, his previously light blue shirt, now several shades darker, soaked in the salty liquid.
Butch had tried telling Boomer that he should take the shirt off so he wouldn't get a heat stroke or something but the blue would hear nothing of it. He absolutely REFUSED to take his shirt off. He was probably just embarrassed since Blossom was there. He was still rather squeamish around girls. How they could still be considered as related, Butch had no clue. Even Brick was more into girls, though not by much.
Speaking of Brick. Rolling his head to the right, Butch caught sight of the older Ruff. Brick was maybe four or five feet away from him, legs splayed out, arms propping him up. He too had worn long jeans but unlike Boomer, Brick had no problems with discarding his top. The now crimson fabric lay crumpled at his feet. Unfortunately, removing his shirt hadn't helped much seeing as he was still drenched in sweat, causing his fiery red hair to stick to his skin.
Butch had to bite his lip to keep from laughing then. The way his brother was leaning back had the light reflecting off his damp skin, reminding Butch of those sparkling vampires. Aww damn, Brick would kill him, no questions asked if he ever found out he had even thought that. 'Thank goodness he's not telepathic.'
Then again he wasn't much better. Butch had long since tossed the tank top he had been wearing along with his shoes and socks. The were probably still next to the weight bench across the room. As previously mentioned, Butch literally had his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth. Believe it or not it helped him cool down even if he did look like a dog. His hair was short enough that he didn't have to worry about it sticking to him. Which was fortunate seeing as he had ended up sweating more than the other two Ruffs combined and was practically swimming.
Well to be fair he had done more work than the other two as well. He was after all the most athletic and persistent of the three.
"You boys done yet?" The soft, bell like voice had Butch tilting his head as far back as he could without moving too much.
A few feet behind them was Blossom looking as calm and collected as ever. No wonder Brick was always so mad at his counterpart. Butch was a little ticked himself with how damn relaxed she was. From the second the simulation had started up she had been working them to the bone. Whether it was speed and agility or brute strength she had pushed them to their absolute limit. The worse part was that she had worked along side them and hadn't even broken a sweat. Not one drop! His pride refused to allow him to accept that she, a Powerpuff, could out work all THREE of them.
'What is this chick made of?'
"Powerpuff, I believe the boys are spent. They do not have such intense training as you and your sisters often do." Mojo's voice echoed around the room.
There was another thing that was bothering him. As far as he could tell there wasn't a single speaker in the entire room yet Mojo sounded like a he was speaking through a surround system.
"Seems like it." Blossom crossed her arms sighing loudly. "I really though they could handle this much at least." The disappointment was evident in her voice.
Butch felt the urge to growl at this. Brick beat him to it though as he staggered to his feet glaring at her. Normally this is where the red would be challenging her to do better but unfortunately she had done all that and more.
Somehow Blossom had managed to beat them at every turn. She could out run Boomer, the fastest of the boys, out maneuvered Brick like it was child's play. Though that wasn't too far fetched seeing how flexible she was, which was still hot by the way. What really irritated the green eyed boy was the fact that she could match him in strength.
No one, not even Brick was stronger than him and here comes little Pinky lifting the freaking weight like it was a feather.
To make things worse, he had gone and shot off his stupid mouth about how light the weights were and bragged about how he could lift ten times the measly weight she had used. Needless to say he had piled them on, headless of her warnings, and forgetting that they were far heavier than the printed numbers.
The ending result? She had to help him after he put too much on and nearly crushed himself, talk about emasculating.
Blossom continued talking to Mojo as if she had forgotten that they were even there. It seemed that they were going over some sort of records. Probably comparing the boys to the girls. It wouldn't have bothered him so much if she would just stop sounding so freaking disappointed. It was really pissing him off.
"Well, the statistics don't seem TOO bad. A little more practice and they should be on par with Bubbles, well, in strength at least."
'WHAT?' Did she just imply that even the little blue baby could do better? He must have been hearing things. A glance at Brick had the ravens blood running cold. Brick was gaping like a fish out of water which meant Butch had heard correct. 'And here I thought it was humiliating being shown up by Pinky…'
"Well… I guess that means I'll have to start bringing them over more often than I expected. If I don't they'll never be able to pass the entrance exams..."
"Mojo!" Blossom hissed quietly.
"Oops. Hehe."
'Entrance exams…?' Butch watched curiously as Blossom rubbed her temples. Judging by her reaction, Mojo had just said something he wasn't supposed to.
"Say, Powerpuff. What do you say to a little game. It may help the boys feel better. And possibly stop them from trying to kill me later..." Mojo mumbled the last part, obviously thinking they couldn't hear him.
He was so gonna get that monkey back for this later.
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OMG! I AM SO SORRY! *Bows repeatedly*
You wouldn't believe how crammed my summer turned out. Including my part time job I tried signing up for this internship for college. Needless to say that didn't work out cause a few days later I found out that my Aunty signed me up as an aid for the teenagers in the summer fun program.
Including that I can now officially say that my family is screwed in the head cause my mom had a mental meltdown the week after. She ended up calling the cops on herself and got taken to the hospital and put into what essentially was a psych ward. Normally I wouldn't tell anyone about it but I've come to realize that I just don't care anymore.
All that really matters is that I'm ok with who I am so if someone has something bad to say about it they can go screw themselves cause I don't give a flying rats ass.
Anyways, I just had a lot of things going on all at once and just didn't have the time to think about my stories. I seemed to loose all my inspiration and didn't have the motivation to write more. I finally just kicked myself in the ass and forced myself to write this and still I got lazy about half-way through so only the first half of the chapter is any different from before. I will probably come back some time in the future and re-write it the way I want it later.
I'd like to apologize to all of you that have been waiting for this. I swear that I will try my best to update more frequently. And don't worry I do not, I repeat NOT, intend to leave this or any other story behind. I can't stand when people do that so I won't do that to any of you.
Thanks to all of you that have stuck around for so long, I really appreciate it.