A/N: Okay so here is "But Butchy" in Boomer's POV! Boomer, like Bubbles, was really hard for me to write because they're the softer of the Puffs/Ruffs. I really hope you enjoy his POV. Oh and thanks for the wonderful reviews!
(Boomer's POV)
Brick is a retard. No offence to anyone but seriously! Why can't he just admit he likes Blossom? Butch is the coldest among us and he's already head over heals for Buttercup! I'll admit I really really (the text document went to the limit when I tried to put in all the reallys so I'll just stick with two) like Bubbles!
Butch and I have been harrassing him since we woke up this morning trying to get him to admit his feelings (partially so we don't feel like big sissies) for Blossom. He's so obvious, but the ever so mature one has long since plugged his ears with his fingers and is screaming 'la la la la' like a little kid.
"Just tell her!" I finally yelled frustrated.
"What is there to tell her!" He finally yelled back. I growled and he smirked knowing he was getting on my nerves.
"That you want her to have your babies!" Butch shouted pulling his fingers from his ears. That works too.
"Who's having whose babies?" Mojo asked walking into the room. Oh fuck. Oh no! Don't let our Dads get involved! I'm putty in their hands. I always feel like the rat but I just can't bring myself to tell them off like my brothers had. Butch and Brick lost all their respect from Him and Mojo when they finally had taken enough of their shit. I hate it but I don't like it when people are disappointed in me. Great. This is not going to end well with my big fucking mouth.
"Blossom Utonium is having Brick's babies." I told him out of instinct. Gah! Boomer! Shut the fuck up! Brick shot me with his laser eyes and I don't blame him. The worst thing we could do is get the girls into trouble with our fathers.
"No! She's killing his unborn children by swallowing them!" Butch fell backwards laughing. Brick hocked a fire loogy at him. Ow! I'm usually the receiver of his fiery spit so I know how much it hurts.
"There will be no intercourse with those wicked, justice servers." Mojo started to loose his cool. This is not good! I hung my head watching my feet knowing someone will say something and my stupid mouth will say something retarded without my brain's permission.
"Too late." Butch chuckled.
"You wish!" I laughed hoping it wouldn't go any farther than this. "I doubt they'll put out!" Now everyone just drop it. If my big mouth puts Bubble's in danger I'm going to commit suicide, I swear, after I save her of course.
"Especially now that the Bible is being shoved down Blossy's throat!" Butch laughed at the frustrated Brick. Shut the fuck up Butch! One of them will be able to turn this against the girls somehow!
"What?" Mojo asked with an evil smile forming on his mouth. I bit my tongue to keep my flood of idiotic words in. All three of us stared blankly at him. That's when with a puff of smoke, Him appeared. Oh great! Just what I needed? Do you know how hard it is the lie to your father when they can kill you with a snap of their greedy claws.
"Boys? What is it you were saying?" Him asked looking just as evil as ever. I growled and bit my tongue harder. That's when I started tasting blood and stopped which was a big mistake.
"Blossom is getting sent to an All-Girls Christian School because the Professor thinks she and Brick had sex." I blurted out receiving a ball of electricity to my back via Butch. I clenched my eyes shut trying not to yell out in pain.
"Exxxxxxcellent." Him hissed. Fuck! What did I do!
"You are not going to touch her." Brick growled. I wish I could say I was proud of him for finally showing a bit that he likes her. Too bad it took me putting her in danger to get him to do say. I'm such an idiot!
"Why not my son?" Him grabbed his chin ruffly making Brick look him in the eye. While Butch unconsciously stepped forward with a growl to protect our brother, I sank back. Why am I such a wimp when it comes to our fathers? I'll do things some people would be way too chicken shit to do but I can't do something even my [future] girlfriend has done since she was six. Stand up to Him and Mojo! Hell! Bubbles beat the shit out of Mojo when she was six by herself. Here I have both my brothers at my side ready to fight and I'm to meek to even say something!
"I won't let you." He growled. How is he so brave? I wish I was like that? I should be like him! He's my brother! If he can do it so can I!
"Him, you're getting old, and we're in our prime. We could take you down easily. You won't touch our girls." Butch took another step closer. How right he is! Too bad I'm too big of a fucking chick to!
"Boomer? Do you want them to hurt Bubbles?" Butch snapped at him and a flood of mental images came to me. There was my angel laughing like she had been today and then she laid broken from so long ago when I had hurt her. Boomer? You won't let them do that to me will you? Help me Boomer. Only you can save me from that. Bubbles voice filled my head from merely memory. I don't know how it happened but suddenly I saw red.
Mojo and Him are trying to hurt her? My hands balled into fists and my head snapped up and I couldn't breath. All I knew was I needed to stop them.
"Hell no." I spat tasting the venom in my words. "Him, Mojo. You touch any of them and it will be the death of you. I don't care if you send minions to hurt them. I'll fucking hang you. If a single hair on their body is harmed, I don't care who did it. I'll incinerate every fiber of your being." I wanted to say so much more but they came out as low mumbles of curses that wished them to slowly be dipped into a vat of Brick's fiery spit.
Him and Mojo looked shell-shocked and Mojo looked like he was hyperventilating. My brothers looked at me with proud smiles. I knew it's been a long time coming that they got what they deserved. Hell is what they deserve but an ass kicking will do for now.
"Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence." A familar voice came from the upper loft where I usually went to get away from my dysfunctional family. She looked like Buttercup but she didn't sound like Buttercup.
"You act like we're infants that need protecting. We've defeated all of you hundreds of times before. Nothing's changed between your fathers and us. We still hate them with a passion like they hate us. We're still smarter, faster, and stronger." The Blossom impersonator smirked. It was something the big headed ginger would say but not the tone. Her tone was vicious while Blossom's would of been merely cocky.
"If it isn't the PowerPuff Girls." Mojo snarled. I knew my brothers think I was relasping but I could hardly defend someone trying to be my Bubbles.
"Come on Mojo. You know deep down you love us!" Bubbles rolled her eyes with a sarcastic smile. That's when it hit me. Bubbles is soft and sweet and still sound so child-like when she speaks. This girl spoke in a much more mature voice. A voice that had once brought me pleasure (not nearly what Bubbles's voice brings me). The voice that would scream my name in bed every other night. A voice I havent' heard since I was 15. Brat Plutonium. I don't know what happened but I couldn't speak.
"That's why you try to kill us on a regular basis." Brute chipped happily. Come one! Brick, Butch! These are our exs! Please don't believe that they're our girls! "And Him, it's obvious you want to be us. You've been jealous of our powers since we were six years old. That's why you brought the Boys back to life."
"If it weren't for you wanting to destroy us, we wouldn't be nearly as happy as we are now." Beserk continued as they jumped off the loft. My brothers caught who they thought was their girlfriend while I just let Brat crash to the ground still looking shocked. She looked worried and she should.
"Now, now. We don't want anyone to ruin our fun." Brute looked at her sisters for their nods of approval. Oh like you didn't memorize a script! "So we're bringing the fight to you. Come on. One free shot." Brute held her hands out wide. My brothers stopped our fathers from attacking. My mind was screaming at them to let them to. Why are they so blind?
"Scared?" Brat giggled giving me a worried side look. My eyes dropped into a narrow glare.
"Don't mind them. Come on we need a good fight. We haven't seen action in days!" Brute laughed and Mojo uppercut her. Before I could react Brute was on him sending fist after fist into his face. The other two attacked Him with fury but I couldn't take my focus off the fact of how idiotic my brothers were being.
They Punks were so different from the Puffs! Brute's spikes are a lot shorter than Buttercup's. Buttercup would never be caught dead in a skirt or make-up. She's uncomfortable with her body so she hides it unlike the trashy outfit Brute was flashing. You've heard of side boob or too much cleavage, she was basically flashing us with her A cups. Another difference! Buttercup is a healthy C cup at least!
Then Berserk and Blossom are nothing alike. Berserk's hair is feathered, chopped, layers, and teased while Blossom's in a simple straight classy cut. Let's not forget their eyes! Berserk's are a bloody red and Blossom's is a light pink! While Blossom might be in her uniform, Berserk looked like something out of Butch's fantasies!
Then you have my sweet Bubbles versus that nasty Brat. Brat is dressed like a whore (something I used to apprieciate) while Bubbles is very classy! Brat's hair looked chemically straightened while Bubbles is soft, natural curls. Bubbles had an innocent aura that envelopes her while Brat made flowers die as she floats past. Anyone that mistakes the two of them is a bloody idiot. That's when I found my voice.
"Brat, do you ever stop playing games?" I asked feeling sick to my stomach just by saying her name.
"What do you mean, Booms?" Brat smiled trying to look sweet and it almost made me vomit.
"I mean we were over a year ago! You need to move on!" I yelled losing my composure.
"I don't think so. That little skank Bubbles thinks she can get with my man just because he had to move. I don't think so. You are mine, Booms." Brat had that high maintenance girlfriend look on her face.
"Bubbles is not a skank. Last time I checked you're the one that sleeps with anything that breathes and F.Y. I. I didn't move. I couldn't stand being in the same town as you! I am definitely not yours! My fucking name is Boomer too. Bubbles likes my name enough, she doesn't go trying to be cutesy with pet names. Brat, Bubbles is my girlfriend now and I like her a whole hell of a lot."
"Oh but remember you love me! 'Don't worry, babe, I love you. I won't leave you. It's not fucking, it's making love.'" She quoted from when I first convinced her to sleep with me.
"In Boomer language that translate to, Shut the hell up and let's fuck." I yelled. "I never loved you! I wanted down your fucking pants! You were just another naive girl that I screwed. Get over it!" She gasped like she was surprised.
"Just like Bubbles will be! Another naive little girl you screwed! So why does it matter!" Brat screamed back. "I doubt sweet, wittles Bubbles even knows how much of a heart-breaker you are!" That's when the metal roof was torn into and my Bubbles was standing beside me.
"Sweet, wittle Bubbles?" Bubble's eyes twitched like a maniac. "You know what happened to the last person that called me sweet, wittle Bubbles? This!" Bubbled attacked her. Bubbles had dominance at first before a heat beam hit her unexpectedly. She let out a scream and on pure instinct I attacked Brat. I sent her flying through the wall and sped to meet her again and slammed her into the ground. I sent round after round of punches to her make-up plastered face. Bubbles stood back squeaking anytime Brat managed to hit me.
"Don't ever hurt my Bubbles ever again!" I said with each punch. She had black tears streaming down her face but that didn't stop me. No one hurts Bubbles and gets away with it. That's when I felt Bubbles hand catch my fists. I stared down Brat wanting to punch and kick and stomp her down until she reached the center of the planet where she would slowly melt.
"Boomer, she's had enough." Bubbles whispered.
"She hurt you." I whispered still imagining Brat melting slowly as she yelled out from help through her pain.
"I'm okay." She pulled me up looking at me wide eyed like she was slightly scared of me. There was a burn in the shape of a heart on her jaw line that swirled down her neck and left arm. I hugged her gently.
"I'm so sorry." I whispered. I should of protected her better. I shouldn't of let her fight Brat. This is all my fault.
"It's not your fault." She cupped my face and gave me a small smile. "Now when Buttercup drags me to get a tattoo when we're 18, I'll just have the trace the scar."
"If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have the scar." I reminded her.
"I." She pecked my lips. "Do." She gave me another kiss. "Not." Yet another. "Care." She finished with a long, forgiving kiss. I wrapped my arms around her never wanting to let go. I leaned her against the side of the volcano and pulled away gently.
"I love you." I whispered finally admitting it to her and myself. I even shocked myself. She sighed and looked at the ground disappointed.
"No you don't. Not yet. You feel bad about the Brat thing and you just like me more than you liked her." Bubbles sighed. "A relationship shouldn't be built on guilt or false hope."
"That thing Brat said about me being a user and a heart breaker. That was so long ago. It was a phase back when I was 15." I shook my head. She needs to believe me. I'm pouring my heart out to her and she thinks I'm lying.
"That may be true but I don't believe you. I might believe you someday but you haven't met all my sides. You know sweet Bubbles, fighter Bubbles, and sarcastic Bubbles but do you know PMSing Bubbles? Nope. Do you know sad Bubbles? Do you know pissed beyond belief Bubbles? Do you know cuddly Bubbles? Nope. I have a lot of sides to me. You can't just go off one of them. Before you can prove that you love me, you're going to have to experience all of them. After that, if you can still tell me you love me and mean it, I might believe you." She shook her head.
"Don't worry. The more time I spend with you. The more I'm going to fall in love with you." I assured her.
"I hope you're right but I'm not going to count on it. I really like you Boomer, but I've never had a boyfriend. I've never been heartbroken, but I've been the shoulder to cry on for Blossom and the grave digger for Buttercup. If it hurts that much, I don't want to feel that. I like being happy. Don't break my heart, Boomer." She looked at me pleadingly.
"Never." I whispered and kissed her. That's when I heard the bickering of our oldest siblings. Blossom looked pissed for some odd reason and pushed Brick. Bubbles and I shot up making sure he was okay. Brick was soaring straight towards our green siblings.
With a loud thunder, Brick hit Butch and they both laid their unmoving. I sped and checked their pulses. They were faint.
"The Professor is a certified MD. We'll take him to the house." Blossomed ordered her sisters. I threw each brother over one of my shoulders and gave them that lead the way look. With that we shot off through town. I wonder how willing the Professor is going to be when he finds out we're his daughters boyfriends. Let's hope he's understanding.
A/N OKay so what did ya think? Did I make him too sappy? What did you think about his (long since forgotten) player habits? Tell me how I can improve his POV next time I'm writing for him. Be brutal, I really want to make this story the best I can! Oh and don't worry! I haven't forgotten about Brick! You get his POV next! Oh and if you really want to see something, tell me and I might incorporate it! Peace, Homeskillets! Oh about we say get this story up to 73 reviews total and I'll put up the next chapter. If not, it'll be up around 7 PM EST tomorrow!