PR 13: Vague Answers & More Questions
Disclaimer: I don't own the Powerpuff Girls or any of the characters associated with them, but I do own the idea behind this particular story and I hope all of you like it.
By the way, for any of you that missed it and might still be interested I'm still up for ideas on chapter titles.
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Swoosh!
The soft clatter of boots that had seemed so very loud before was immediately overpowered by the chatering of the teenagers within the room. To be fair it was mostly the two ravens and the brunet. Boomer was too shy to actually say anything and was merely listening to Bubbles as she chittered on. Brick like usual just stood off to the side, not quite far enough away to seem out of the circle but not close enough to take part in the conversation either.
'That boy really needs to loosen up. He's nearly as bad as the Powerpuff. I am beginning to wonder if it is an inherit trait, perhaps I will look into that at a later date.' Stopping just inside the door, Mojo clapped his hands drawing the attention of the rambunctious teenagers within.
"Alright, I am sure you have a lot of questions you want to ask me." Mojo started, cutting Brick off just as he opened his mouth. "Unfortunatly I am not at liberty to speak them all at this very moment but I will explain in due time. For now you will all follow me as I have other things to discuss for the time being."
Shuffling back from whence he came, Mojo made his way down the hall. Knowing they would follow he didn't bother to stop until he reached the living room. The short monkey couldn't help but grin hearing his sons muttering in awe of the room. It was rather impressive, and only more so knowing that Mojo himself had created the initial design even if he hadn't decorated it.
Settling himself in Buttercup's section of the room, Mojo motioned for the rest of them to follow. Mitch wasted no time plopping himself in his customary spot on the love seat, legs tossed over the back, head dangling over the edge. Butch made himself right at home amongst Buttercup's piles of cushions and pillows, much to the Puffs dismay. As she tried to push him out of her favorite spot, Boomer took up the opposed end of the couch.
With a huff, Buttercup snatched a few pillows out from under the green Ruff. Piling them on and against him she flopped down between the boys lying across them with Butch as a makeshift pillow and a very uncomfortable Boomer as a foot/leg rest. Brick slightly knocked Mitch off of the chair as he settled on the wide armrest and Bubbles curled comfortably on the plush carpet with a few pilfered pillows. Once Mojo was sure he had all of their attention he decided on the best way to explain the new situation.
For the first time in a long time the monkey found himself at a loss for words. He wasn't quite sure where to start or even how much to say without giving away too much information. Black beady eyes darted around the room, glancing around nervously for a moment before settling on the brunet boys black and white checkered wristband. Yes he could start there.
"My apologies Bubbles, but would you mind getting the TPR's from your sisters lab."
"No problem Mojo." Jumping back up off the floor, Bubbles happily complied. Dashing off in a streak of blue she returned moments later handing the short monkey the items he asked for.
"Thank you." Mojo murmured, prodding lightly at the three small microchips he pushed them around in his palm.
It amazed him how tiny the chips had become. Their initial design had left them the size of quarters and now they could easily fit on his pinky nails with room to spare. Eyeing one of the chips, Mojo found that if he squinted hard enough he could just make out the light gold of the cerebrum and regulator in the upper corner. His inquisitive mind piqued, Mojo focused on each one, picking out the different functions.
A quiet cough broke his train of thought, the furry ape looking back up at the forgotten teens who were still waiting for him to continue his explanation.
"Ah right, my apologies." Mojo scratched the side of his face before clearing his throat. "Now, what I have in my hand here are what is called TPR meaning Temporary Power Restrictor." holding up a hand, he gave his red son a stern look effectively stalling any questions. "Contrary to their given name they are in fact regulators and not complete restrictors." Noticing Butch's blank expression, Mojo sighed lightly realizing that he would have to simplify things further.
"It's basically like training weights for your powers." Buttercup interrupted, sending the green Ruff a bored glance.
"Yes, thank you Powerpuff." Mojo nodded his acknowledgement. "One could basically call them that. They are made to not only regulate super powers but also to strengthen them. Unfortunately the primary function is the improvement of the body and physical structure meaning the main focus is your muscles. The reason I say unfortunate is because this means that it completely shuts down the external functions such as flight and many forms of lasers."
"And you're telling us this because…" Boomer questioned, an expression of extreme discomfort on his face though if it was caused by the girl lying across him or the implication Mojo wasn't really sure. Then again this was Boomer he was talking about, the boy had probably figured out what he was talking about.
"Seriously? I thought we got rid of those after juvie." Brick snapped, folding his arms over his chest. "There's no way I'm putting one on again."
"Yah man, do you know how long we had to wait to get our powers back?" Butch immediately backed up his brothers statement, a discontented scowl on his face. "There's no way I'm letting anyone take em again."
"Oh quit whining ya pansie's, it's not like you're the only one that has to wear em." Buttercup blandly stated, rolling onto her side she propped herself on one elbow to stare at the redhead across from her.
"Oh really now? I don't see you wearing one." Brick glowered back.
"Of course I am." Buttercup stuck her tongue out at the boy, grinning at his irritated reaction. Sliding it out a little further she rolled a bright emerald tongue ring around on the center. She wiggled it for a moment to make sure the boys could see before continuing. "Custom made. All of us have to wear em. Helps with the bad blood."
The monkey felt his eye twitch for a second before Mitch broke out into a coughing fit, drawing everyones attention. Acting fast, Bubbles jumped up and swat him across the back causing the brunet to cough out a mist of smoky blue. He grinned sheepishly then, holding up an empty pixie stick as explanation for his sudden spasm.
Mojo inwardly sighed, from the corner of his eye he noticed the way Brick rolled his crimson eyes and Butch immediately flopped back. 'Good, hopefully they didn't notice the slip.'
"What were we talking about?" Butch questioned aloud, anyone could see the moment when he seemed to remember as his face lit up. "Oh yah, those chip thingies- speaking of chips, you got anymore of those?" he glanced down at Buttercup whom was still lying across his lap.
"Hey dude there's still some between the couch cushions." Mitch called out, tossing a few chips to the raven boy who looked back at him weirdly for a moment before shrugging and popping them into his mouth.
"Dude! Gross!" Boomer cringed on the opposite end of the couch. "Who knows how long those could have been there."
"Actually, surprisingly enough, Mitch keeps his chair pretty clean." Bubbles chirped.
"Only cause he's constantly hungry and looking for food." Buttercup scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. "I wouldn't put it past him if he suddenly pulled a whole sub-sandwich out of there one day. The guy stashes food like a squirrel stashes nuts, not that it ever lasts longer than a day."
"I'm right here you know."
"Your point?"
"You're all mean to me." Mitch grumbled, kicking his feet back over the top of the chair he folded his arms sulking silently.
"Anyway, back to those microchips." Boomer looked torn between happiness at getting his hand on a new 'toy' and horrified over what it did. "I assume that Bubbles and Blossom have one too?"
Three pairs of eyes turned to the blonde in question whom promptly turned a slight pink in the face. Bubbles, squirming under the sudden attention, began twiddling her thumbs.
"Just show em, not like it's something to be all embarrassed about." Buttercup rolled her emerald eyes. "Besides you're the one that chose to put it there."
"Shut up." Bubbles whined, her cheeks brightened as she fidgeted uncomfortably for a few more seconds. Finally, the blue Puff relented and pulled up the front of her baby blue tee just enough to show off a navel piercing.
"And here I thought you were the innocent one?" Butch crowed winking at the flustered girl before wincing as his counterpart elbowed him in the gut. "What? I'm just saying. By the way, how come they get custom stuff and we get a bunch of crappy junk?"
"If you were paying attention, that is to say that you were listening while I was talking to you earlier, which is a short time ago, you would have heard that I clearly stated these are TEMPORARY, which you would have known if you were paying attention while I was speaking to you in the first place!" Mojo snapped, irritated by the constant interruptions and lack of focus in the teenagers. 'I cannot wait until I can simply speak instead of dancing around explanations like a skittish feline.'
"Anyway, just put those on, I don't care where you put them as long as you wear them somewhere on your person. I have things I must attend to so you boys will
be staying here until I say so." Mojo jumped up out of his seat, quickly making his way towards the door. "No complaining!" the monkey spun around on the spot turned slightly red in the face as he pointed a long bony finger at his sons before any one of them could utter another word. Three pairs of mouths snapped shut. "You will stay here and none of you are to leave this house until I say otherwise. And no causing trouble, that means you!" Mojo jabbed his finger in Butch's direction, glaring flatly at the boy until he turned away in reluctant submission. He turned to his eldest then, starring the boy down, not the slightest bit intimidated by the teens piercing red glare. "And you will be courteous to your hosts, which means you will answer when spoken to. You are not to be rude either because if you do, so help me…"
Leaving the threat hanging in the air, Mojo continued to stare down the red Ruff until Brick turned away with a loud huff. The boy was obviously ticked and would surely sulk for a while but Mojo knew he had won and his son would listen.
With that done the tiny ape scurried out of the room sighing in exasperation. 'I am getting too old for this.'
•••***•••
Cobalt orbs continued to stare at the door long after the monkey disappeared. He took solace in the fact that he wasn't the only one seeing as all the others had gone completely silent. After all it had been a long time since any of them had seen the monkey quite so irritated and even longer since he had slipped back into his odd speech patterns.
"I call rematch!" Butch suddenly shouted, startling everyone as he jumped up off the chair and dove towards a video game handle lying in front of the tv.
His action caused Buttercup to fall to the ground, the startled girl flipping in midair to land on her hands and knees. With an irritated growl that Boomer could have sworn sounded like a yowling cat she lunged forward, swiping at Butch's ankle. Successfully knocking the boy off his feet she snatched up the control handle and plopped back down on the couch.
Boomer stared wide eyed for a moment, uncertain of how he should react to that when he noticed Bubbles getting up. His eyes flicked over, locking on the petite blonde as she readjusted her clothes.
He wasn't quite sure what it was he thought about Bubbles, the obvious was that he was mildly afraid of her. Not because she intimidated him, she was a little too small to be intimidating in his point of view. That didn't stop him from being weary though, their entire childhood was constant fights between both them and their siblings.
What really bothered him was the time that they had captured and held him hostage. He was too young and naive to understand at the time but was absolutely horrified later on. It's not exactly easy for a little boy to forget being surrounded by girls in nothing but his underwear while they laughed. It left a little scarring.
Even with all that he couldn't deny the fact that he liked being around her though. It was nice to be near someone that would literally exude happiness. It gave him a warm feeling inside.
Bubbles was almost literally in his face then before Boomer realized that he had fazed out and that she was talking to him. "Wh-what was that?"
"I was asking if you'd like to take a look around." Bubbles replied patiently, her eyes shining a playful aqua. "I'm sure there's at least a few rooms that you'd enjoy seeing."
Glancing nervously at Brick, Boomer silently begged his brother for help. Said boy huffed loudly, obviously still sulking about having to take orders from their father. Brick glared for a moment in what Boomer had come to recognize as his contemplateing face before relenting once again.
Boomer nearly sighed with relief as Brick mouthed an unhappy 'fine' to the silent question before turning back to Bubbles. "Ok."
"Great!" Bubbles happily grabbed him by the wrists, tugging him up off the couch and disrupting Buttercup once more. ("Hey you stole my foot rest!") "Let's get going then."
"Thanks." Boomer mumbled just loud enough for Brick to hear as he passed. Brick nodded solemly before getting up and following them out of the room.
•••***•••
It was a wonder how they had so much space in what seemed to be such a little house. Brick had to admit it was sort of cool, but not by much cause that would mean admitting that the girls had good taste, which they didn't.
He had seen Bubbles's room earlier so that was bypassed as was Buttercup's, which was next to it an thoroughly covered in caution tape, beware, and biohazard signs, though it was pointed out. There was also the colossus living room that he could have sworn was at least the size of a basketball court.
After leading them down the hall, just outside the living room and past her bedroom, Bubbles showed the boys to what could only be described as an average sized dance studio. It looked pretty simple with it's mirrored walls and hard wood flooring.
After that came a large weight room that would have left Butch drooling over the vast array of equipment within even if it wasn't quite like the one they had seen the previous day. Whoever had designed it must have known what they were doing since nothing in the room seemed particularly crammed together even though it was on the more cluttered side.
There was a door at the end of the hall that he had noticed but Bubbles seemed happy to avoid it so he didn't question. He could always check it out later, after all, the redheaded Puff wasn't around to worry about and no one else paid him any mind.
Back down the hall they passed the girls rooms again before turning down another hall. Brick recognized it as the one they had passed through when leaving the rooms with the simulators. The few doors between the hall and there were confirmed to be the large robotics room he had seen the first time ("Boomer get the fuck out of here before I trash your room when we get back!") and an infirmary.
Now the robotics room wasn't very interesting but Brick couldn't help being drawn into the medical room. He had stayed there for a while, poking around at various things before spying a large blood red laptop lying oh so innocently on the wide desk in the back. The red Ruff was mildly irked when the blue Puff had snatched it up before he could get his hands on it murmuring about how absentminded her sister could be.
There was yet another door at the far end of this hall but unlike the previous one Bubbles seemed to avoid this one like a plague. He would definitely be checking that one out later.
Backtracking once again they passed the living room once more and headed down the hall in the opposite direction where Bubbles pointed out Blossom's room. After that was a sharp turn that lead to an enormous bathroom.
Brick couldn't help but gawk for a moment, an amused glance from Bubbles had him straightening back up though. That, he had to admit, was a nice room. Bleached white tiles decorated the floors and walls highlighted by the occasional cherry red, sea-foam green, and aqua blue. The bathtub is what had his attention though, it was huge. Like mini swimming pool or large jacuzzi huge. There were three ivory white steps leading up to and surrounding the porcelain behemoth that melded into the back and side walls. There was even a closet in the wall behind the door that housed a very expensive, if looks were anything to go by, washing machine/ dryer.
Further down the hall they came to a homely kitchen, decorated with a strawberry, blueberry, and green apple theme. To the left of the doorway was a large kitchen table, oak wood Bubbles proudly stated, a little behind that was a door to the garage. On the right side was a doorway back to the living room.
It was a bit feminine looking for his taste but Boomer immediately fell in love with the little island in the center. It had a blue marbled counter, high seated barstools, and a glass holding rack over head that housed wine glasses and ice-cream cups. It wasn't very hard to tell that one of the girls collected glass items with the vast array he had seen spotted throughout the house.
After all of those things were looked over Brick was surprised to find that the girls still had an upstairs section of house to go through. With all the things he had already seen it was a miracle they hadn't gone bankrupt. As it turned out the upstairs looked a lot more normal with a more suburban retro feel to it.
The underground sections entrance was concealed as a broom closet beneath the staircase, behind a false wall no less, and contained at least two stories between them. From there he could see the front door, living room to the left of it, and kitchen to the right. Towards the back was a medium sized room that had been converted into a library just behind the staircase. Across from that was a bathroom and between them was more or less an empty room with a few comfortable looking couches and chairs.
Through this room was a back door leading to a wide patio area which mildly surprised the Ruff. Being that the front of the house gave off the impression of it being built into the mountain side he hadn't expected anything to be at the back.
As it was their 'back yard' looked more like a crater blasted into a mountain. High ridges continued on in either direction like an impenetrable wall. According to Bubbles it was bowl shaped and encompassed enough area to hold a variety of habitats with the exception of the more extreme ones. Turns out the old man Utonium had bought it in his younger years to house some of the animals he studied. Bubbles made it absolutely clear that there was no animal experimentation going on though, or at least nothing that caused the animals distress or changed their physical or genetic make up.
By that time she had begun rambling about how mean the Professor had been to tease some rabbit into running faster for a bunch of carrots or made some mouse run a maze for cheese. Brick had gotten bored and slunk off to check out the upstairs of the house. The first room had been colored a dark green, obviously Buttercup's work, next was a bathroom, then a blue themed room, a plain white room and finally a red themed room just over the kitchen.
He took his time to explore this one, it was fairly standard and creepily similar to his own room that 'Mojo' had decorated. It was while he poked around this room that Butch found him once more.
"Kinda creepy how much it looks like our place huh?" Butch stated, casually leaning against the door frame.
"Yah." Brick grunted, tugging at a drawer built into the bed frame. "More than that, don't you find it the least bit suspicious that they've been so buddy-buddy with us? Especially Mojo, we're supposed to be enemy's and suddenly he's so…"
"Friendly?" Butch provided, stepping into the room he plopped down on the bed lying back. "Look man, I know you don't like them and you've got every right not to." Butch spoke quickly, not letting Brick interrupt. "They've been pains in our asses since day one. They did nothing but fight us but if you really think about it it was always our own faults. Wasn't it?"
Brick knew he hadn't meant it as a question, it was a statement and a true one at that. For once he couldn't figure out what his brother was thinking. For Boomer it wasn't too odd, no one ever truly knew what the blond had going through that head of his. Butch was another matter entirely, the boy was like an open book, he wore his emotions on his sleeve and never bothered to hide anything so it was rare to have to wonder what he was thinking.
"Look, I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's been a long time since we last saw them. We're not little kids anymore, and I've experienced several questionable moments to prove that point." Butch waved his hand in the air for that before rolling onto his side to watch Brick who was getting very mad very fast at the drawer that wouldn't open. "Im not saying that you have to trust them cause I know that's not gonna happen but we're obviously gonna be spending a lot of time with em so can't you at least loosen up a little?"
Having already deemed Butch's little speech a waste of effort on his part Brick simply shot a glare at his brother.
…
"You done glarin at me yet?" Butch asked bored, for once not the least bit intimidated by his elder brothers harsh gaze. "You may fool everybody else with that look but you don't fool me or Boomer. I know you just don't like trusting people, especially after whatever it was that happened to ya way back when, speaking of which I still wanna know what happened and I'll keep bugging you till ya tell me."
For the first time in a long time Brick was speechless. He didn't know how to respond to that. Apparently having already said what he intended Butch decided to up and leave but not before kicking the bottom of the bed post. The drawer Brick was now limply tugging at popped open just as the raven disappeared around the door frame leaving the redhead to his thoughts.
'What just happened?…The world is coming to an end…Butch is making sense…'
•••***•••
It was so much fun having people over, Bubbles couldn't help but hum happily to herself. Sure it was nice having Mitch over all the time but it just wasn't quite the same. He was more like a permanent guest that they never got rid of or a roommate that occasionally went beck home. Having the boys over was another matter entirely, they seemed to bring excitement into every room they stepped in. Bubbles could honestly say that it was a nice change.
Buttercup was always loud and Mitch was just as hyper as ever but adding Butch into the mix just made them look more comfortable even as the three wrestled over snacks and video games.
Boomer was especially nice to have around. Sure he was shy, didn't talk much, and occasionally flinched when she looked at him but she'd be darned if she didn't admit it was cute, like a nervous bunny. He was also very helpful, especially now with dinner getting close.
Friday nights were always a hassle since it was her night to cook, Bubbles didn't mind cooking but Buttercup usually invited a bunch of friends over leaving her to cook for all of them. Having the boys over was a little bit harder though since she had no idea what they did or didn't eat. Luckily Boomer was there for just that.
Together they had decided on sloppy joes. Things just kept adding on from there until Bubbles found herself mixing potato salad and several different spices while Boomer deep-fried potatoes and mozzarella sticks for side dishes.
"Hey Boomer, you think this is enough?" Bubbles asked curiously as she set down a fifth plate of french-fries and mozzarella sticks on the table. "Mitch get out of the kitchen!"
"Yah." Boomer yelped, spinning around just as Mitch ducked out, narrowly avoiding the spoon that nearly collided with his head. "Honestly I though it was enough after the third plate."
Bubbles giggled at this before walking over to him. The boy twitched a little when she got closer but calmed back down when she grabbed the pot of meat and sauce off the stove.
"Why do you flinch so much?" Bubbles questioned, she glanced up at him eyes wide with curiosity. "I'm not gonna bite you know."
Boomer flushed a bright pink, looking everywhere but at her. He seemed even more nervous than before if that was possible.
"I, I, well I'm-" sighing loudly, Boomer dragged a hand down his face before pausing to nibble on his thumb nail. In a quiet voice he continued meekly, "I'm not much of a people person…"
"How come? You seemed like the type that thrive off of attention before."
"Not really, Butch likes attention, not me." the color in his cheeks dimmed a little as he looked away. "Besides, being around normal humans, it always ends bad."
Bubbles tilted her head slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of his face. The boy sounded so dejected and sad and vulnerable it almost hurt. Bubbles wanted to ask him about it but would he tell her or was she presuming too much? This was the first time they had spoken to each other, really talked, in years. He probably wouldn't feel very comfortable.
"Can we eat yet?" Mitch whined, she could see him in the doorway eyeing the plates of food like it was a mountain of gold. "I'm starving to death out here!"
"Go call the others." Bubbles sighed wearily. "And don't forget to wash your hands before you come back this time!"
•••***•••
'Oh yah! This is heaven. Oh sweet ambrosia how I worship thee!'
Sloppy Joe mix seeped through his fingers as Mitch took another large bite. Stuffing French fries into his mouth he only half buried himself into his food. When no one was paying attention the brunet would steal glances around the room.
The arrangement of things were so weird. Less than twelve hours ago Buttercup had been complaining about the Rowdyruffs and avoiding them like the plague. Bubbles, he was pretty sure, didn't even know they existed around the school. And now here they were, sitting together eating dinner like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Bubbles was seated next to Boomer who was as red as a tomato and about as interesting as one too. The blond boy just sat there letting her talk and not making a sound. The only thing that told Mitch he was even alive was the fact that he was still occasionally nibbling on his food.
Brick was a little unnerving to be around, especially since Mitch was sitting right next to him. The darn kid kept glaring at his food as if by doing so he could scare it into running away. After trying to get him to talk for nearly ten minutes they had all given up.
The weirdest thing by far was Buttercup and Butch though. From what he knew of Butch it wasn't so weird but for Buttercup, whom had been avoiding the guy like a leper, to be so casual all of a sudden was odd.
'I've known her for years, there's no way she would pull a 180 like that unless something happened. The question is what?' Stuffing the rest of his tenth sloppy Joe into his mouth, Mitch licked the sauce off his fingers. 'Probably has something to do with Bloss and Mojo disappearing. I just hope it docent turn out like last time. That girl- OOHH I JUST FOUND DESSERT!'
"Aaah! Down boy!" Bubbles squeaked, swatting the brunet with a large spoon as he reached for the tub of ice-cream. "Not yet!"
•••***•••
"Ouch… I think I have a lump on my head." Mitch frowned, running his fingers through his hair, wincing a little. "It feels like I have a lump on my head."
"Well Blondie did hit you pretty hard." Butch said, not really paying attention as he leaned from side to side, focusing on the video game.
"Let me see." Buttercup paused the game ("Hey! I was finally winning!") getting off the sofa and walking over to Mitch.
Mitch complied leaning forward into her hand for inspection without a second thought. Running her fingers through the brunettes dark locks Buttercup felt lightly around the area he had indicated. Finding a slight bump she pressed down on the spot.
"Oww!" Mitch yelped, jumping away from her. "What was that for?!"
"Yep." Buttercup shrugged, a slight smirk on her lips as she returned to her game. "It's a lump."
"You didn't have to press it!" Mitch grumbled, folding his arms across his chest, watching her from the corner of his eye as she settled back against the pile of pillows propped against the green Ruff. "…"
"Stop starring at me." Buttercup didn't turn in the least, looking entirely focused on the video game.
"Why would I be starring at you?" Butch huffed down at her, tearing his eyes from the screen for a second before turning back.
"Not you bozo." Buttercup snapped, flicking her head in Mitch's direction. "Talkin to him."
"Oh, did you wanna play?" Butch asked, looking up from the game just in time to get his character killed by Buttercup, he took a moment to send her a glare. "Not as fun when someone keeps cheating."
"Not cheating. You suck." Buttercup stuck her tongue at him, not the least bit fazed when he clicked his teeth at her. Turning back to Mitch again she scowled. "What? Your still starring."
Mitch blinked, giving her a pointed look, glancing between the two ravens. Buttercup raised an eyebrow at him looking confused.
"Oh heck no!" Her face twisted from confused to shocked to disgust in a matter of seconds.
"We'll what am I supposed to think?" Mitch shrugged.
"Not that!"
"We'll take a look around and tell me that again." Mitch nodded at them, leaning back into his love seat. "I know you BC, your not comfortable around just anyone."
"I've got my reasons."
"Care to enlighten me?"
"Ugh, question?" Butch raised his hand, frowning when the two completely ignored him.
"Know how we weren't in class today?"
"Yah."
"Told ya why Bloss is out?"
"Wait! We're you-?!" Mitch sat up straight, mouth wide as he pointed at the two of them. "You mean-?!"
"Exactly."
"What happened?"
Buttercup gave him a look that someone only gives to people that ask particularly stupid questions.
"Ugh… right…" Mitch grinned sheepishly.
Butch frowned, irritated by the vagueness of the conversation. More than a little ticked that the two were obviously talking that way so that he wouldn't understand. Did they think he was stupid? Mitch obviously did if he thought for a second that Butch missed the little knowing glances he kept 'sneaking' while they talked.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that they were referring to the incident at that warehouse he and Buttercup had found earlier in the day. Apparently Blossoms disappearance somehow tied into all that as well. She had asked a lot of questions before she left, so maybe she was checking the place out. That was normal 'superhero' junk wasn't it? Why would they have to keep that a secret?
"…So you two are all buddy buddy now?" Mitch was saying as Butch slowly tuned back into the conversation. "Or has he been demoted like the rest of us?"
"Demoted." Buttercup grinned sadistically, kicking back and lounging across her counterpart.
"The fuck you talkin about, demoted?" Butch eyed the girl.
"Means your my newest pet." She shifted, making herself comfortable.
"Welcome to the club." Mitch smiled sarcastically, throwing his hands into the air as if he were cheering tossing himself on the chair. "Come for the rare smiles, stay for the abuse."
"You got some weird kink I should know about?" Butch gave the girl across his lap a lecherous smirk.
"Not for you." Buttercup snorted, elbowing him in the gut. Grabbing the soda bottle on the floor beside her she drank some before handing it to Mitch. "Drink the rest and get another one would ya."
"See what I mean?" Mitch downed the last of the bottle, getting up and walking to the kitchen. "Don't I at least get a please or thank you?"
"No."
"I feel so loved…"
"All warm an fuzzy."
"Like a porcupine…"
"Bad Romance, deal with it."
"By the way," Butch kicked back, watching Buttercup finish off the game as Mitch disappeared into the kitchen. "Mojo said we had to stay here for the night, so does that mean we get those rooms upstairs?"
"Yep."
"What about school tomorrow?"
"What about it?"
"Don't we have to go?"
"Didn't you hear Bloss? She said not to leave the house." Buttercup saved the game, starting up a new round so that the boys could play again. "Even Mojo told you to stay so we are."
"So we don't have to go to school?"
"Nope."
"Cool." Butch shrugged. He was fine with skipping, not like he wanted to be there in the first place. "But what about clothes? Got all sweaty during that game thing. No way am I sleeping smelling like a skunk."
"Really now?" Buttercup sat up, a teasing glint in her emerald eyes. "Thought you of all people would enjoy living like a pig."
"Oh hell no." Butch swat at her lightly. "Showers are my me time."
"You make that sound dirty." Buttercup fake gagged at the tone he used. "What do you do in there?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Butch smirked, giving her another perverted look just to tease her. "Gutter brain."
"Of course. Now get out of the way, your blocking my light." Buttercup leaned back against the arm rest, kicking him off sofa.
"Still didn't answer the clothes question." Butch glared, snatching the soda bottle from Mitch as he returned before Buttercup could get it.
"You can borrow some." Mitch answered, taking the soda back for himself, dodging as the raven girl grabbed for it. "Or have Bubbles make some if we really have to."
"Sound cool with me." Butch shrugged again, slapping Buttercups legs of the chair as he tried to sit back down, still ending up on one of her feet. "Will you move?!"
"No, it my chair. Your in my space."
"Didn't your sister say you had to be nice?"
"Do I look like the nice type?"
"No, you look like a gorilla in cargo pant- OWW YOU BITCH!"
"Hahahahaha- OWW! You wanna play like that huh?"
"Bring it, bug eyes!"
"Its gonna be a loooong night…" Mitch sighed, shaking his head and moving the table and any other easily breakable objects away from the fighting greens. "Wonder how the other two are doing?"
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Vroom… vroom… vroom, vroom!
Like shadows at midnight a dark silhouette snaked it's way down the deserted winding roads. The full moon cast no light to the pitch black pavement nor were there lamp posts for miles leaving the eery red of tail lights to stream and flash as it pleased.
The rev of the engine slowed casting the echoes of the forest into deafening silence. Releasing the gas handle the motorcycles velocity kept it racing as the bike turned down the paved drive. Slowing to a crawl it finally stopped just outside the garage doors of the Powerpuffs home.
Getting off the bike, a dark figure opened the doors and pulled it inside.
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I did say I didn't like this chapter and I came back to redo some of it. I realized that what was wrong with it was mostly the fact that the last section wasn't supposed to be there. It was the beginning for the next chapter not the ending for this one but since most of you have seen it already I'm just going to leave it.
Like most of my work I still feel like I'm rushing things but I'm also getting sick of hovering around details, as Mojo put it, like a skittish feline. I originally wanted to make it mysterious an keep you guys guessing for a while but since several of you already got the answers I'm just going to go ahead an write however I please regardless of that.
An just so I don't throw anyone off the reason I never put any character names in the listings is because its going to be a scattered plot. The main focus will be the PPG and RRB but will occasionally get chapters that don't have them appear often. Just wanted to let you guys know since a few of those are coming up as soon as I get a better set on my characters personalities.
By the way I'd like to thank you for your ideas, I haven't used them yet but they'll be coming in the future. So thanks 'becomingemo' for the mountain idea, I might switch it up a bit though an combine it with 'The Water Nymph's idea though. I'd also be interested in those songs you mentioned 'Geny-darkside16'.
An on another note, if you're reading this 'cookies' I really wish you would stop reviewing anonymous. Your everywhere and I'd be darned if I didn't want to thank you for hanging around for so long. I'd also like to bounce a few ideas off you every now and again but I can never talk to you. Since I'm down to the last of my prewritten chapters I'd need the help now more than ever so it'd be very much appreciated.
Thanks for reading guys, an thanks for hanging around so long, even if I don't give a mention or reply back in some way I just want you to know that I read each and every review you all leave behind. ^_^