Memories Lies

by LunaLayosa1031

What would you do if found out your past was a lie, that you had memories you didn't know existed? What would happen if truth and lie combined? Would you be able tell them apart? Soon the truth of the past and the lies of their memories would be revealed. School & girls weren't the only things the boys had to add on their black list, there was love... and soon, a war.

6. Ch4- The battle the save? part 2

I give up… I can't make short chapters no matter how much I try.

I don't own Demashita Powerpuff girls Z. If I did my story would be part of the anime.

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Started: 12/20/14

Chapter 4

~ The battle and... the save? Part 2 ~

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_(*≧ω≦)ﾉ_Third POV_ \(≧∀≦)_

XoXo With the Blues oXoX

"Run!" Boomer screamed as he scrambled away from the metal corner.

Still recovering from that massive headache from earlier, Bubbles was so surprised by the sudden outburst that she didn't do anything. Standing in front of her, Boomer looked down at the sitting figure of the still-shocked heroine with a disbelieved, panicked expression. His face the definition of 'you've got to kidding me'. He thrust his arm down and dragged her up by the elbow before he, still holding onto her elbow, ran at full speed into the gray fog, hauling her behind him as he went. The mantra of fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck played vigorously in Boomer's head. The sound of their feet slapping against the payment echoed in time with their panting. Bubbles let Boomer haul her away. The sound of the bent metal lampposts clanging on the ground, the signal of the feline albino getting up, was enough to snap the puff back into reality before she looped her arms under the ruff's biceps and carried him off, a trail of light blue light marking their path.

Boomer looked behind them before he yelled to the puff. "Faster!"

Through the fog, Boomer could just make out the silhouette of the large creature as it jumped on the turned over side of the fallen delivery truck that the duo had, only seconds ago, been hiding behind. Its outline faded into the gray but the fact that he now had no idea where it was only had fear sink its claws even deeper into his gut. The puff felt it claw from him and into her just by hearing it in his voice. Bubbles tried to speed up but, despite her fear, the fact that she couldn't see five feet in front of her made her hesitant.

"Is this the fastest you can go?"

The blues turned to look to their right and saw the hooded bastard riding his black metal staff alongside them. His posture was slouched and his legs dangled on one side of the staff as he faced them, leaning towards them with a unimpressed frown. What the hell?! Was this guy part ninja? The two teens hadn't sensed him at all; it was like a magic trick, as if he appeared out of thin air.

"Cute, but you need to fly faster or else the show will be boring." The hooded teen lies on his back with his arms behind his head and legs dangling on both sides of the staff. His balance was perfect despite the carelessness of his laid back posture. His face was sky turned and his mouth, the only seen facial feature, lost its smirk before he said indifferently-

"But in the end pointless for you to run from me." The sound made their hair stand on end. "-because I've been order to kill you." He said as he turned his head in their direction, his eyes still concealed behind his dark gray hood.

Bubbles felt her blood go cold and then sped away, her hesitance long gone. Squinting from the rush of wind hitting his face, Boomer clenched his elbows tighter at the newfound speed she was flying at. The cloaked teen, however, was easily able to keep the same pace as them and lethargically continued his dramatic monologue as if his audience wasn't trying to run for their lives.

"Well, at least that's what I was told to do if someone's seen me…" He laughed aloofly, the tone of voice drastically contrasting its previous one, as pinched on the rim of his dark gray hood before continuing, "But, you guys technically haven't SEEN me yet."

He smirked as he let go. "So it's technically a loop hole."

Bubbles, with uneasy disbelief, couldn't help but ask. "So you'll let us go?"

That small hint of hope asked in that one question was the flip of the switch that converted Boomer's previous fear into disgusted disbelief at her naivety. The ruff scowled and scoffed. "Don't be a dumbass. If he intended to just let us go he'dve done it earlier and we wouldn't be listening to his stupid shit."

That's a lot coming from the indecisive dumbass that just earlier was quacking a variety of terribly idiotic nicknames like an annoying five year old duck boy that can't shut his stupid trap. Cloak guy smirked humorously with his gaze still turned skyward, merely watching unchanging sight of thick gray fog swiftly being passed. "Ding, ding, ding! Even though the latter part was unnecessary, you are correct." Maybe this guy isn't as stupid as he leads on.

Boomer totally ignored him and continued. "Besides, I'm gonna pummel this asshole into Mt. Fiji for what he did!"

Its Mt. Fuji… Bubbles sweatdropps…

Cloak guys laughs, recanting his previous thoughts. "Pfft, and just HOW exactly are you going to do that?"

Boomer glared harsh daggers silently.

Still lounging on his flying staff, cloaked-guy propped his head on an arm as he turned his body to face them, "Anyway, like you said, I can't just let you go-"

"Turn Drill-head!" Boomer cut off as he gave a powerful swing with his legs and turned the blue puff in the wanted destination.

With a slight yelp, she followed through with the abrupt turn down the dark, what she thought was, alley way. The small part of her mind that was distant to the situation couldn't help sweat dropping and smiling awkwardly at her newly established nickname. Drill-head? My pigtails don't look like drills... right? Well, at least it's not 'Hag', 'Old lady', or 'Grandma'.

Boomer threw back a quick, "Hope you like sea food!"

?

The hooded teen turned his head to see his metal doom on wheels speedily approaching.

Oh no...

BAM! Crashes through giant fish logo.

Doom thy name is fish truck.

Boomer was dying of laughter. "Phfftt, Hahaha! Take that you conceited bastard! Even idiots know to keep their eyes on the road!"

"Awesome, we lost him! Nice call!" The puff laughed feeling relieved almost instantly.

Boomer stopped laughing. The corners of his lips pulled slightly downward when he was painfully reminded of the blue puff's presence. Even though he was caught up in the short hilarity of the moment, how the heck did he forget he was being rag dolled through the air by hazard of a female pilot? No even worse, how (why?) the HELL did he forget that he was in physical contact with a girl? (Oh wait, never mind, he forgot in order to protect his sanity.) His puffed his cheeks and furrowed slightly with annoyance, yet for some strange reason his cheeks were tinged a very faint, barely visible, light shade of red from annoyance and embarrassment- the latter he was unaware of.

"I didn't ask for your opinion, Drill-head." Boomer continued to grouched quietly, not really knowing any other way to react to her unexpected praise.

"Let's try to find the others; shall we?" Bubbles said as she ignored his complaints and the new insult, having to prefer this new nick name to the other ruder ones.

"Hey, HEY! Watch where-!"

Bang!

That was the sound of Boomer's face getting physically acquainted with a stop sign.

"Opps! I'm so sorry." Bubbles sweat dropped, promising him that she'll better try to avoid them. Boomer merely complained on her poor flying skills. Sigh. Unsatisfied service: the result of a flying through supernatural fog with a villainous passenger in an attempt to flee for both of your lives from a monster cheetah... Some people are just too hard to please.

Dunk! Bam! Crash! SLAM! Boom!

However -in some occasions- there are exceptions.

Clang!... Smash!... Beep!… Ka-tring!... WHAM! This being one of them.

"OW!" Boomer yelled, cupping his now very much abused nose from its recent impact with an advertisement sign. Hey, just because he had super strength doesn't mean things can't hurt like a bitc— ah, he could breathe though his nose again— besides, the one at fault for this also had super strength.

"You're doing this on purpose now aren't you?" Boomer muttered sourly as his self-spoken grumbles on her poor aerial reflexes continued their steadily increasing pace to insane ranting. She felt bad that he was being pushed to the brink insanity- a sort of pissed, whiny insanity but still enough to make her ever open heart guilty.

"Gomen ne, I'm trying but- this is the fastest speed that we can even try to escape with and we still have to try and find the others." Bubbles apologized for the umpteenth time without even slowing down, still disregarding the ruff's under breath complaints.

"Oi, what's with you always saying 'try'?! Try, try, try- ugh. We won't just 'try' Drill-head. We WILL. We WILL get away. We WILL find my brothers. And we WILL so-ho-ho totally KICK that guy's ass into the next CENTURY. " His eyes blazed completely unaware that the puff's eyes widen at his words.

He really didn't get why she said try. They didn't really have a choice BUT to escape, which they would. So why say they should only try?

Geez was she stupid?

Of course she was.

She was a girl- duh.

"Girls are stupid."

Why else would the puff still be carrying, even though she was mostly using him as a noisemaker against most of what she trying to doge, him to safety? He would have played it off as her payback on him for his attitude and insults towards her- that is, if it wasn't for her sincere apologies to him for every hit he received or the fact that she was now reacting and dodging faster to avoid him from getting hit. His mind was still wrapped around on why the heck he wasn't brutally maimed, super slapped… or dropped… at his new (insult) nickname for her. Yeah. She was stupid. That was the only answer.

"Yes, everyone is at times and needs to be reminded of that once and a while but I don't think there are people who are generally stupid, much less an entire gender's population." Bubbles replied.

Shit… Boomer blanched. He had no idea how she knew what he was thinking but he knew that he was going to be dropped. He closed his eyes and braced for impact.

Bubbles, however, wasn't angry.

Actually, it was quite the opposite.

In fact, she was happy at what he said. So she just smiled a smile that went unseen by a bracing Boomer. She had never known how much she missed or needed her teammates encouraging remarks during battles until now. It was like a small bundle of energy that lightened her heart with hope and gave her a new found determination to propel herself farther into battle. Funny how she never noticed it until the ruff gave her encouragement cloaked or intended as an insult, even though he was probably unaware of it. At least she knows now.

For a rude person, he sure if optimistic. She thought, now smiling, as let out a small laugh as she flew faster, failing to notice that she was more relaxed or the fact that Boomer wasn't harshly colliding with as many objects as before. Unbeknownst to her, she was quite grateful to the blue ruff, a boy who she does not like but does not hate, for encouraging her.

Bubbles' sudden and short burst of laughter made Boomer sweat drop. Weirdo…

He eased himself out of his braced position when he realized that he hasn't yet been, or will be, dropped. Boomer opens one eye to look at the strangely at ease blond puff above him. Her cheerful expression in the dreary gray fog was unsettling especially considering the circumstances… no, something about it was unsettling but it was much more of something else that he couldn't pin down. But before he could rudely question on the puff's strange behavior a familiar, unwelcomed, and now salty, fish smelling, gray cloaked teen decided to make his now slimy, scaly, disheveled reappearance.

"Ugh-! Gross!" Spits out fish scale. "Hey! I was talking and you let me fly right into-!"

Bubbles stops flying, the cloak guy speeding past them, before she turns around and flies through several the shattered windows of multiple buildings, giving the cloak guy the slip.

"-right into a fish truck!? "

Or at least, that's what they thought.

"You know, it's really rude to run for your lives before someone finishes spea-"

Pew!

This continued. Whenever the gray hooded teen reappeared, he would continue where he was cut off and they would run away before cloak guy even finishes speaking. Bubbles took a sharp turns around building through alleyways, and swerved as best as she could around everything. Somewhere along the line, although unintentional, Boomer once again started going 'George of the Jungle' on almost every billboard, street sign, corner, and advertisement logo they passed. And least to say, he was pissed... actually no- he was livid. Was his mouth frothing? Fed up with it, Boomer yelled, his face almost entirely red from its bruising blush and from his churning annoyance.

"FLY HIGHER!" This is why he hates girls.

"You guys aren't very good at listening."

"Oh great, Mr. Mysterious-Dramatic-Flare-and-Look-I'm-in-A-Cloak-Guy is back. Quick everybody run for the hills, his ego will kill you before his powers do." Boomer exasperates, at this point he was more annoyed than terrified at the hooded teen's reappearance.

"I beg to differ, my ego and powers would be on par with each other when killing a person. More importantly, why does your city have a delivery truck full of fish!?"

"What city doesn't have a truck full of fish?" Boomer shrugged. "Where there is sushi there is fish and when there is fish there is a delivery truck full of them." Logic, yes surprisingly he too has it.

"Sushi? No thank you, my hate for fish grew three times today." Cloak guy frowned in distaste.

"I know monkey who almost always eats it every day." Boomer adds.

"Really? The monkey loves fish that much?" The hooded guy asked in disbelief, now sitting cross legged on his black metal staff. Don't they like- eat bugs and bananas and junk?

"No, he just can't afford to buy bananas." Boomer said smirking at his inside joke.

"But he can afford fish?" (Yes, monkeys have to be able to afford things.)

"Apparently."

I guess it's not just us who has the most random of questions and conversations with our enemies… Bubbles thought sweat dropping as she compared this scenario to the many similar ones that she had experienced with the other puffs.

"What's worse is that now I smell disgusting!" Cloak guy complained.

Bubbles felt left out of the conversation but kept silent. It was as if the two had completely forgotten that she was there at all. She had no idea what to add on or why she even wanted to participate on the strange topic in the first place.

"Then here, you can look the part too!" Boomer yelled before flicking a rush of ear wax at him, his arms moving jerkily and erratically. To her own shock, Bubbles was surprisingly still able to keep her grip of him despite this, so much to the point that she was unfazed by it.

The guy was, unfortunately, able to doge it with ease.

"Tch, yeah cause that's exactly what I want." Sarcasm was practically oozing from his voice. "Anyway, what you said before was true. I won't kill you."

He flicked a finger to point way behind them, "He will, that is, if he catches you." The bottom of his teeth peeked from behind his lips as he smiled amusedly.

They all look to see the giant albino cheetah appear with a great leap from the thick, gray mist. The mist parted around its figure as if torn apart by the sheer force of its pounce, giving way as if it were mere paper. His fangs and teeth were bared and pitiless pools of blank white eyes gleamed as it glared at the two blond teens with ferial determination.

The blues took off screaming.

The cloaked teen stopped flying, cloak flapping around him at the sudden halt, letting the two escape. The cheetah's form blurred by, the tailwind stirring the air and fluttering his clothes. With a friendly and pleased smile that made one almost see flowers blooming in the surrounding air, the cloaked teen crossed his legs as he waved pleasantly at the two fleeing figures.

"Bye~! Hope you don't die!" He shouted. Honestly, his way too happy tone and actions contrasted grotesquely against the seriousness of the situation. The hooded teen smirked as the two disappeared into the mist, the albino hot on their tail. He really did hope those two would win their little game. It would all be much more entertaining in the later future if all of them, referring to all of the ruffs and puffs, would survive. But then again, it wouldn't hurt if one of them died. Who knows? It might be even more entertaining with one gone.

And he should know, the loss of a loved one makes one do the craziest of things.

He turned his staff and sped off in another direction, the trail of his gray cloak flapping behind him. I'll just wait and see how things turn out.

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_(*≧ω≦)ﾉ_Third POV_ \(≧∀≦)_

*~*~With the Greens~*~*

Due to the high speed the albino ran at, Butch was pressed on top of Buttercup who was thus pressed against the back of the antelope-horse like cryptic. After a period of time the two tussling green clad teens' tempers finally cooled down, well- at least to a certain degree.

"Get your fucking elbow outta my chin." Butch growls threateningly, his head shoved uncomfortably back by an elbow that pressed against the underside of his chin.

"Once you get your damn manicured hand off my cheek." Buttercup spat back just as threatening, despite the fact that there was a hand comically jammed into her face.

They glared daggers at each together. If emotions could influence their physical form, they'd be burning hotter than hell right now. At least they weren't red from embarrassment anymore. The previous off leading shouting match and its misguiding contents were all forgotten.

"Ladies first." Butch taunts sarcastically, dragging the first word out.

Buttercup smirks.

"Like you said, after you." She snidely remarks before laughing at Butch's irked expression.

The two hadn't noticed it but they had gotten off task.

"Who are you calling a lady?" He growls hostilely.

"I'm looking at her." Buttercup grins back as a challenging gleam shinned in both of their eyes. They were quickly backed to reality once more when the winged albino hurdled over something unseen by the teens, probably a vacant car.

"Che, now's not the time for this." Butch tsked. Buttercup nodded in agreement.

"If you can't get off then we'll just have to scoot down until we reach them." She refers to the two unconscious red heads were draped over the albino's back, near the large white butterfly winged neck.

Butch huffed, disgruntled with how their argument ended (and no she did not win!) but was willing to put the matter aside for their more urgent, and original, task. After removing their appendages from the other's face they slowly, carefully, and simultaneously the two inched their way to the unconscious teens. Both making sure that they didn't move unless the other did at the same time, it went without saying that neither wanted another embarrassing episode. They stopped when they felt Blossom's side against their feet.

"Grab her and get off of this thing- but if you hurt her I'll kick your ass to the moon." Buttercup added demandingly, not wanting her friend to get hurt because God knew that hell would rise to earth if she did.

Butch stared at her defiantly. "Why don't you do it yourself?"

Oh my gosh, he's got to be kidding. Even after all of this, even now with what's still happening, the ruff would still avoid physical contact with girls as much as he could. Buttercup gave him a look.

"Look, I don't trust you- so I'd do it if I could but we ain't got a choice with our current position." Buttercup glared up at him, getting sick and tired of wasting their time bickering.

It's not like she wanted to be stuck in this situation. She wanted out as much as he did but unfortunately her friend was involved and so was his brother. So, even if they didn't like it, they had no choice but to suck it up and get this over with. Butch knew this too but it didn't mean wouldn't try find another way around it. His masculine pride had been severely wounded by his previous unmanly actions and screaming from the time when they reached the albino. If he just obeyed Buttercup and gave into her demands without even thinking of a way around it, then his pride would be wounded beyond his recognition.

Butch racked his brain for a solution… then prayed for one freak of a miracle.

Someone must have been listening because suddenly there was a brief sense of weightlessness. The albino jumped high into the air, for what reason the teens didn't know, but in that instant Butch made his move. Without even pausing to think, Butch grabbed the green puff by her yellow vest with one arm and pushed off the albino's back. He shocked himself when the motion caused him to soar, in small and brief arch, over the pink puff. He let go of Buttercup's vest right before he flew over the pink puff, effectively flipping Buttercup from her back onto her stomach. He placed himself in the small gap between the red ruff and pink puff all before the albino landed back on the ground.

What the hell just happened? Buttercup could only blink from the abruptness of it all. One second she was on her back looking up at an annoying face with a green eye and then the next she was on her stomach, her arms braced by her face, and face pressed down into white fur. She turned her gaze up and saw her unconscious friend lying in front of her and there, in the background, was the boy with the annoying face looking at her with that annoyingly smug look. She glared at him. Bastard.

"I repeat, why don't you do it yourself?"

She ignored him, not bothering to answer. But even if she did bother then it would have required some effort because now it's somewhat harder to breathe with all the pressure being pressed against her back, now that the albino was running again. How the heck was that green brat able to keep up with her so easily in their bickering with this pressure on his back, that and the one she applied to his face? No, that doesn't matter right now. Later, just everything, she'll deal with all that later with everyone else- when this was over.

What mattered now is that she's able to aid Blossom herself. That was the whole reason that they were here after all, to retrieve the two red heads, a rescue mission. At least, that's what the ruff was here for. She, however, didn't know what to make of the situation yet. Was she supposed to capture this thing and bring it back to the professor? And what about the other guy? What was she to do with him? GAH! So annoying! Buttercup shook her head. Again later, she'll deal freaking with it later.

Just as they moved to grab their chosen person, the albino rammed her side against a building. The puff's and ruff's limbs that hung on the said side were pinned. The albino continued running as she pressed her side against the walls of the city, leaving a trail of wreckage in her wake.

These idiots don't know what they're doing! The albino thought to herself.

This entire encounter was much bigger than just a mere, petty battle. What did they think? That if they got the red heads back and somehow, though it can't happen at their current level of power, beat the cloak guy- everything would just go back to their normal (as it can get) lives? No, it won't. Now everything here will be reported back to those people. They will no longer have a reason to pause their plans. The years of stalling that 'that person' had caused to happen in the past years and were supposed to continue in the far future- just fell apart.

She hates this.

They were- she grimaced. She, not they, didn't know where he was right now, was so close to freedom. Their escape was a miracle itself and that they got by themselves. They didn't owe the world or anyone anything. But now, here she was- alone. Risking her freedom as well as his, all for the sake of their stupid promise of not letting those people no- those monsters have their way. Idiots who don't know anything and CAN'T know anything should just shut up and stay out of the way!

All of a sudden, the albino and green teens could hear the quickly approaching sound of… screaming?

At the intersection of a four way, a flash of blond and blue sped by so abruptly that the albino had to stop from crashing into it. Not even a second had passed when a blur of a white giant cat followed in pursuit of the two screaming blondes. In a blink, the winged albino antelope and the greens joined in the chase.

With effort, Buttercup screamed over to Butch. "There's two of them?!" Saying it so accusingly as if he had known all along and kept it from her.

"Looks like it." Butch replies evenly with slightly troubled, furrowed brows. He couldn't quite recall the memory clearly but… he remembers when he and his brothers had that mind shattering headache, they had found the white hag and behind her he remembers seeing through his blurred eyes giant white blob. So much has been going on in such a short amount of time that he forgot about it in the midst of it all.

The albino winged antelope lowered her head at point and spread the butterfly wings open and flat by her neck, like a pair of plane wings stretched at full length on both sides, and quickly caught up to the white cheetah albino before she rammed her smaller frame against the cheetah's larger side. The two large cryptic beasts were knocked off of their feet. The greens grabbed the reds, each wrapping their arms protectively around an unconscious teen, before being flung into the air, tumbling and rolling on the ground. Butch opened his eyes, his red brother's head held to his chest, and saw the dark gray outline of the draw bridge that led to the forest covered mountains in the foggy distance.

Butch sighed in his small relief. We made it.

He turned his annoyed green eyes to the nearby hovering blondes. "Oi, Boomer! Where's that cloak creep and what the heck is that?!"

"Huh? Oh, sup Butch." Boomer replied, there was still a small trace of shock on his face.

"Really Boom?" Butch's visible brow arched as Bubbles landed on the ground in front of them.

"Buttercup how's Blossom?" Miyako asked, walking away from Boomer to kneel near the sitting green puff and unconscious pink puff.

"She's fine… For the most part, I think…" Buttercup replied as she looked uneasily to the blonde girl beside her, before turning the pink puff around.

They looked at the strawberry blonde with unsettling worry. Her pink eyes were still open but just barely. The pink puff's clothes were dirty and tattered. The bow in her hair was crooked and threatened to come undone. Her once smooth hair was now a fuzzy tangled mess; no doubt the otaku would throw a fit about it later. Then their worry turned to shock, the hole in her shirt where the albino had impaled her was still there but the skin underneath it was untouched and unwounded. Upon that discovery, they soon realized that despite her disarrayed clothes and hair- she was unharmed. Not a scratch or bruise, let alone serious life inflicting wounds, could be seen.

"What the…" Buttercup breathed in disbelief. Then she remembers something.

"It's just like Butch's." She thinks out loud, remembering that not too long ago her hand accidently slipped through the hole in the green ruff's shirt. If she remembers correctly, it should be the same size as Blossom's. What's going on?

"Eh?" Bubbles says in surprise, looking in shock at Buttercup's face only to find an equally shocked but also puzzled expression looking down at the pink puff's exposed stomach or more specifically- the hole exposing it.

Bubbles turned around to look at the two ruffs behind her. If Brick, Momoko, and Butch have it…. She reached out and to tap Boomer's shoulder but stopped short, not knowing how the amber blonde and dark blue eyed ruff would react if she touched him on her own accord. After a second, she called out to him with her arm still stretched out.

"Ano… Boomer-san?" She speaks gently.

Boomer jerks in shock, abruptly stopping his conversation with Butch before his head spun like it was bitch slapped in Bubbles' direction. No one had ever called him that before. It was kind of strange.

"What?" Boomer replies wearily, if not dumbly.

Everything about this girl was strange.

"Could you please take off your jacket and let me see your stomach?" Bubbles asked bluntly, the question making everyone stare at her.

"Hah?" Boomer sweatdropps. Yep… there are defiantly a couple of loose screws in there.

She turns to Butch requesting for him to turn Brick around. Buttercup then understood and looked at the ruffs, also silently asking them to comply. The two ruffs glanced at each other briefly with confusion before looking back at the girls with unease.

"I just need to confirm something."

There's no harm in it… So without much fuss, the ruff did as he was asked, more out of curiosity than annoyance. They soon understood that they, all three ruffs, and the pink puff had similar holes in their shirt. If nothing made sense for any of them before, then they were surly lost in the twilight zone now. But before anymore could be said, a bright purple light flashed behind them.

They all turned to see that the white haired teen getting off the ground before staggering her way towards the albino cheetah that lay on the ground. This was the time that the puffs took in her appearance. The albino antelope-horse-butterfly winged creature looked a few years older than the puffs in her human form. She was probably half a foot taller than the puffs when they were standing, had pale tan skin, long white hair that reached her middle back, and tear-filled red eyes.

Unlike Buttercup, Bubbles couldn't help but take in her outfit that she, in any other situation, would have squealed over how cute it was... Even if they were a little tattered and dirtied. The albino teenaged girl wore a tight, once white and now light grayish brown t-shirt that had thin, horizontal black lines. Her unzipped black cotton hooded jacket was tattered and scraped, barley hanging off her shoulders. There was a pair of black skinny jeans on her legs and some matching black and white checkered scarf and shoes, the scarf looking messy and ruffled.

"Wait, don't get any closer." Buttercup warned.

The albino girl didn't listen to her and kept moving towards the large white feline. "You idiot." Albino girl reached into her jacket. "You- I've been looking all over for you." She reaches the large cheetah's face and starts petting his brow above his closed eye. "That time in the forest-" Her strokes getting fonder. "When we were escaping, you shouldn't have pushed me out of the way …" She pets in soothing motions on the albino's head. "You would've been able to handle the situation going on right now better than I am." She pulls out the hand from her jacket, the object gleaming with its own light. "I'm sorry, if you wake up and I'm not there anymore." She takes the syringe in her hand and pierces the skin where she had earlier rubbed a small amount of blue gel. "So please…" She pushes the plunger, injecting the serum. "Wake up soon…"

She pulls the needle out of her outstretched arm.

"Before you forget me." The girl was sobbing large beads of tears, her shoulders slightly shaking from emotion.

The ruffs and puffs watched the scene baffled, not understanding a thing of what was going on. But all of them felt a mixture of emotions, the one most prominent confusion, towards the strange and confusing scene that was enfolding before them. They were missing something important. They knew it. But what they were missing, they didn't know- and that was the problem.

"Ano…"

The still sobbing albino teen turned to look at the blue puff walking towards her. The gentle blonde girl had a concerned expression on her face and for some reason, it irked her. Despite her annoyance, the older teen could feel her tears slowing as she halfheartedly glared at Bubbles. She threw the empty syringe away and, not even bothering to turn her body to face the blue puff, focused her attention on the blonde girl that now stood three feet in front of her. Buttercup looked at her friend in concern and curiosity and the ruffs just looked on curiosity.

"You stabbed them but they're not hurt and their injuries are gone. You healed them, right? So you're a friend?" Bubbles said stealing a glance at the empty, broken syringe that lay off to the side before meeting the older teens red eyes that started to harden as her tears dried.

"If you mean that I'm on your side, then yeah. I guess you could say that." The albino girl wiped her tears with her arm before looking at them with a slight glare.

"Then why were you stealing my frie-" "Hey, she stole our brother too." Butch interrupted, needing to point the fact out.

"You don't need to yell at her you brat!" Kaoru defended her friend, holding a fist out towards Butch threateningly while the other kept Blossom steady in her lap.

"You're the only one yelling. Besides who are you to tell me what to do?" Butch retorted in a risen, not yet but almost yelling, voice. His eyes turned and focused on the large feline. Silently wondering why it hadn't woken up yet.

Boomer tuned out the bickering teens and let their conversation die out in the background (which actually ended pretty quickly). His ears focused on the two girls that stood near the large white cheetah. He didn't get what was happening but he wanted to know what the conversation would reveal, maybe later Brick could explain it to him- that is, if the red ruff could even understand it.

"Just because I'm on your side doesn't mean I have the same goals as you. I bet you guys don't even know the slightest thing going on right now." The albino teen replied, completely ignoring the interruption.

"Then tell us." Buttercup demanded as she glared daggers, not really trusting the older girl even though she claimed to be on their side. In fact she was repressing the urge to tell Miyako to get away from the pale girl but she kept it at bay, not knowing whether or not it would affect the conversation.

"No."

"Huh?" The puffs replied.

"I don't have any obligation to tell you why."

In the background the ruffs' curiosity was close to indifference. They could honestly care less on whose side the white witch was on, all that mattered to them was that they got Brick back. Their next priority was to kick a certain cloak guy's ass and would have left already if they didn't already know that Brick would want to know everything that happened (cough- cough- and would have their skin if they didn't stay for this part- cough) and that they wouldn't be able stand a chance against the cloak guy without the puffs. They would take the latter reason to the graves with them then ever letting anyone know that though.

"Like hell you don't!" Buttercup yelled in annoyance.

"Oh? How so?"

"Even if she's unharmed, you still stabbed our friend right in front of us. You also fought against us almost right after we fought alongside you. There was also the fact that you almost made away with Blossom ("And Brick!" Boomer adds). Oh, and that the fact that you somehow have a personal relationship with this giant cat that tried to EAT these two." Buttercup gestures, jerking her thumb towards the two blondes.

"Need I go on? I'm pretty sure I missed a couple of things." Buttercup challenged.

"Yeah, you did- the fact that she just injected something into her arm while she sobbed like a baby." Butch stated bluntly, causing the green puff to twitch in annoyance.

"I left that part out on purpose you insensitive jerk!"

"Yeah. That's right, I don't care. You said it yourself, she almost stole my brother and I doubt that we would ever see him again if she had succeeded- that also goes for you with your pink friend." Butch said sharply and coldly, all of this talking and arguing was getting on his nerves. Talking to other people was Brick's job, besides why does he keep having to explain himself to a girl?

Buttercup was silent for a moment. He had a point.

"She didn't succeed though." She said a moment later.

"That's right." Bubbles piped in as she quickly flew her way to her friends' side.

"That still didn't change the fact that it was her intent." Boomer defended his brother and with a frown and furrowed brows looked into the cold red eyes and indifferent face of the white haired teen. The older teen kept quiet, not denying the truth of her goal or even bothering to conceal it. What was the point?

"You guys don't even look like you really even care to know." The albino girl said.

"I don't- but this guy probably dose." Butch glances down at Brick's unconscious figure.

Butch bluntly continues, "So what's the point of sugarcoating anything if you don't even look like you give a fuck?" His choice of words made Buttercup want to pummel his face in. Yeah, she didn't trust the girl- but it was still a mean thing to say. The way it was said and the irrational fact that it came from the green eyed boy made her even angrier, though it might have been more of the latter.

"Well, that's reasonable but even if I did tell you, it would take too long. And even if I did explain all of it you'll end up with more questions than you have now, sorry." Though her smile seemed apologetic, it was obvious she really didn't care.

"I don't like you white hag." Butch stated bluntly.

"The feeling's mutual Ponytail." Albino girl replied darkly, the words ominous as they came out of her now unnervingly brighter smile. Even if they probably said it before, she still didn't get their names.

The conversation was getting sidetracked. Buttercup summoned her hammer and, with the strength of her annoyance, wacked the back of Butch's head. To her surprise and disappointment, the motion only sent it falling forward. Butch grabbed the back of his head to glare at the other girl he didn't like.

"Da heck was that for-!"

"For getting off topic you insensitive jerk!"

"No, he's right. I don't care."

"It's not that that annoys me, it's the fact that he brought it up again!"

No one was staying on topic! Nothing was being answered! They had so many questions and if someone didn't ask any thing, would they ever be answered? PROBBABLY NOT! Bubbles reached her limit. She exploded. Everything flowing out of her mouth like a broken dam, fast and uncontainable. "Why are you here? What is your connection with that hooded guy? How do you have black light? Why can't we see it in your human form? Why were you fighting us before? How is that guy so powerful? How do we beat him? Why can't you explain to us what is going on? Will you come back with us to meet the Professor? Why-?"

"Breath Bubbles, BREATH!" Buttercup shouted intervening when she saw her friend's face start turning bluer than her outfit.

Bubbles inhales… exhales. Repeats.

"Well if it's like this, I'll answer a few. In order: I just happened to get here, he's chasing me, no comment, no answer, you guys are annoying, idk, idk the sequel, time's too short and you guys are idiots, and for the last one that didn't get cut off- Professor who? Even if you did tell me, the answer'd most likely be: no."

Before any comments could be made, a black pole shot down at the albino teen who barely dodged it by the skin of her chin before it imbedded itself in the ground between her feet. Blood surfaced to the wound on her chin. Not a second later, black poles were rapidly fired at the group from the sky. Buttercup carried Blossom and the two puffs flew out of the way. While carrying Brick, the ruffs skated around the rain of powerful attacks. As soon as it, started it stopped. The fog thinned from the shower. The street looked like a forest of black bamboo.

"At least the little donkey knows not to leak out any important information but you messed up on the 'most likely' part. Can't have any chances of you 'most likely' changing your mind."

They turned to the sky where a figure stood surfing on a black staff, his face still ridiculously hidden and shadowed beneath his hood.

"Damn it, I'm an antelope- horse with butterfly wings! Get it right people!" Albino girl had enough with people calling her different animal names.

"I'm surprised you know those animals."

"Hmph, I googled them."

"Good for you, here's a gold star!" Insert fake sugary enthusiasm. "Besides, the fact that you're wearing real clothes is an accomplishment itself, let alone the fact that you discovered the internet." Then he stopped, something moved in the corner of his eye.

He turned and swiped his arm in the direction of the movement. Black poles materialized out of the swiped air and flew before implanting themselves into the ground like wall in front of the three of escaping ruffs, blocking their path. The two ruffs turned to face their attacker with scowls on their faces. As the hooded teen lowered himself to hover near the ground, the bamboo forest of black poles glowed purple and broke apart into millions of purple marble balls before they vanished.

"And where do you two think you're going?"

"To buy your one-way ticket to hell." Butch shot back and Boomer snickered.

"Hahaha that's sweet of you (Butch's face scrunched up repulse) but either way— I can't let you." Cloak guy replies as he wags his finger at them. Oh my gosh this guy was so irritatingly dramatic.

Pew! Pew!

The three ruffs vanished in a flash of light blue and lime green.

There was a slight twitch of a fuzzy white ear.

"Sigh, I was expecting that. Well, it's more fun when this way." His shadowed eyes glanced backwards. "Wake up already would ya?"

Bam!

Two giant foreheads collided. The white cheetah had gotten up and intervened on the attack on his puppeteer. Prepared to leave the clashing creatures with utter confidence at its winner, the hooded teen turned to give pursuit only to stop halfway when the cheetah was head butted and shoved back. The force pushed the albino feline back and the two animals cried out in the action- one from being pushed back and the other from pushing. Then the albino antelorse (AN: aka an antelope-horse, yes only now did I come up with a name for it) beat its wings and let out a whale like song in triumph. The cheetah skids backward; it lost in terms of strength against the much smaller creature. The butterfly wings of the victorious cryptic fluttered, the scales shimmering red before turning back to white.

At the sight of the brief red in the antelorse's wings, his hidden eyes widened in realization.

"Oh shit, I forgot. OH shit. Damn it, you TOOK it?! Gahhh! Now what the HELL am I GONNA DO!?" The cloak guy rubbed his hands onto the top of his hood in frustration.

"Son of a duck-butt, my ass is grass and my head will be mounted on the wall of a dumbfuck convention when they hear about this." Now that he thought about it, it now made sense on her sudden ability to deck him to the ground. (A.N: referring to Ch 3 when knocked away and out twice; one was away from Brick and the other into a bus stop station.)

He knew that he had played around too much and he now regretted it. He was only curious and wanted to get some more info on them just in case he was interrogated on the subject. Now his main objective is tah get the hell outta here with this girl as soon as possible. He was SO not looking forward to reporting about this… or the serum.

"ACK! What the fu-!" The cloaked guy screamed in surprise, just having Boomer missile launched at his head (curtsey of Bubbles). He glared at the respective ruff that landed on the ground. Damn, that brat made him bite his tongue but otherwise it just felt like a slight slap to his hea—. He blinked, a pair of feet connecting with his back, there was suddenly a flash of pain, whistle of wind, and now his mouth was full of asphalt. The blow was conjuring a mind splitting head ache. Groaning he raises his hooded head, dirt falling off from the movement, spits out dirt— ugh gross, and stands with aggravation and shock. Who the fuck-?

Salami and biscuits… Butch was just as surprised as he was. The shock, disbelief, but oh so satisfied look was glinting so mockingly evident in his forest green eyes as the ruff smirks before high fiving Boomer. The two ruffs swiftly picked up from the ground by the now cheering puffs.

Ignoring the brawling albino animals, the cloak guy silently summoned his staff and rode it up. Okay, he had to admit, that one hurt. But why? It was obvious that neither he nor the group of green and blue knew the answer. Great, just when he was getting seriously ready to leave, another road block was thrown in his path. He couldn't leave now that these guys could actually hurt him. Think of how much trouble he'd be in then! He formed two palm sized black rings over his two open hands. He was oddly quite as he did so. The grey fog and small black marbles ominously hovering around his suspended form made his once annoyingly arrogant air transform back into one of overbearing intimidation.

"Let's go." Bubbles signaled with furrowed brows and determined blue eyes that burned brightly, once again taking the initiative. The two blues zoomed forward to launch the first attack but before they could a blur of black was hurled at them and then there was a click. The next thing Bubbles was aware of was the feeling of weightlessness. Wind enveloped both her and Boomer. Buildings blurred, seemingly growing taller. What? There was only shock. Then she was aware of screaming. She looked down, Boomer was yelling at her. She couldn't understand what he was saying because then panic set in and a scream of her own tore out of her throat.

Boomer glared with panic. Why were they falling!? He looked at Bubbles in the eye and saw the same confusion and panic reflected there. Well she wasn't much help and neither was he, since both of them were a screaming mess. They were shifting and plummeting down head first. Bubbles in her frantic state held Boomer closer to her neck and her head cradled over his in hopes of shielding him, her protective hero reflexes moving her on auto pilot. Both of their instincts told them to fear the fall. Boomer, the saner one of the two, screamed a panic struck- "HELP!"

Boomer was panicked and screaming for help- this never happens unless it was dire. Despite the ghastly height, Butch swiftly unhooked arms from BC's hold and dropped himself to the ground.

Peeew!

There was a flash of lime green. Without even sparing a glance at the boy who released himself from her grasp, BC sped after the two blonds, hands now burden free. Her bright peridot eyes trained only on her targets. There was a thud and the ground shuddered; Butch landed safely on the ground. Playing decoy, the one eyed ruff repeatedly threw his sock and dodged the attacks launched his way. He turned to his left and spared a quick glance. She made it and the two blue clad teens were now safely on the ground. Butch looked back only to see the black rings were hurtling towards him in pairs. He dodged by performing a series of cool acrobatic flips and cartwheels, his fast moves as agile as that of monkey. He avoided all but one that managed to sucker punch him across the face. The cloak bastard was laughing him, that asshole.

BC flew to his aid, picking him up, and flew around with the black rings hot on her trail. Then she stopped to watch when the small rings abruptly slowed and start to fall in a pathetic wobbly fashion before shattering into black marbles and then disappearing. Strange. Then two more rings were thrown at them. BC then dropped Butch, letting him plummet towards the ground with his feet first.

"Hurry the hell up hag! I'm falling here!" Butch yelled as he fell, ticked off at not being warned first.

While she summoned her hammer Buttercup turned around to face the oncoming rings.

Swing.

Bam!

Homerun! She glared at the falling ruff. "It's tempting to not just let ya!"

Sigh, what teamwork.

Buttercup sped down past Butch. She looked (glared) up at the falling ruff and swung her hammer diagonally down and back, the flat of her hammer just touching the back of her calf. With a scream she swung up as hard as she could at the annoying ruff. Right before she finished her swing, his feet had already made contact with the face of the weapon and then bent his knees and launched off as she swung, flying right at the cloaked teen… Wow, that teamwork.

With great speed and force, Butch flew and threw a punch in the shocked hooded teen's cheek. The only thing that ran through the hooded teen's head was- Did she really try to hit him or was that all a plan? Not even pausing, Butch quickly followed through with the motion of his swing and tried to round house kick the guy's head off but was stopped when his leg as caught. The hooded teen gripped on the ruff's calf that was an inch from his cheek. The suddenly silent mystery teen started to speak again. "Just because you can now throw a good punch doesn't mean you can beat me."

Like a ragdoll Butch was thrown away by his leg, Buttercup catching him just before he could crash into a building. There was a song of victory that resembled the song of a whale. Everyone looked to the two albinos and saw the two creatures completely worn out. The bus sized black spotted (which would occasionally flash purple) cheetah lay unconscious on the ground with its fur messed up; its tail's cone shaped missiles were scattered standing this way and that in the battle ground around the both of them. The antelorse panting heavily with exhaustion. Her fur too tussled messily and body covered with cuts and bit marks. Then the beautiful herbivore fell to her knees. This was the chance he needed. With a swipe of an arm, the hooded teen threw a giant pole at the antelorse only to miss when the stupid thing darted to the side. There was choking, then coughing, and finally blood bloomed. The conscious horned creature coughed up blood that was as red as its eyes, some it making red bubbles near her mouth, the hot liquid moving as if it was an entity of its own.

She was poisoned.

A string of confused, creative, but still very much pissed curse words flowing from the hooded teen's mouth at how quickly things were getting out of hand. "You're practically a freaking walking, furry factory of a wide range of, not to mention self-producing, medicine! How the hell can you get SICK!? Let alone POISONED!?"

If that wasn't enough going on, then get this, on the roof top of a four story building only a couple of buildings from where the areal battle was taking place was a loud, pained, groggy moan. Yay, Brick was awake. The red ruff strained opened his eyes and saw the most horrific scene in his entire life. A dorky, drooling, smiling, sleeping, stupid face of an orange haired girl lay no less than one inch away from his face. It turns out somewhere between the time when the reds were being quickly deposited on the roof up until now Blossom had finally closed her eyes and, apparently, fell asleep. He was induced to shock when he saw that his arm (that was too creepy to be a coincidence) ended up laying across her shoulders from their landing. He was broken from that shock when he made the painful realization that the girl was the pink hag.

"GAAAH!" He bolt up to a sitting position, his soiled arm thrown up and back as if burned, and eyes wide like a deer in headlights. If everyone wasn't aware that he was awake before they certainly knew now. When everyone knew, that meant everyone knew, and that everyone included Blossom.

With her eyes still closed, the sleepy pink hero sat up innocently unaware of what was going on or of Brick's impersonation of a statue only a foot away from her. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. Brick looked around trying to figure out what the hell was going on and soon everything came rushing back to him. He spotted his brother's with the hags. Brick was beyond confused on why Boomer was standing within arm's length of the blue wimpy-puff, why Butch was being carried by the short tempered-puff, and how the hell did he wake up next to the loud mouthed-puff. Then he saw the giant house cat and whatever the heck that other big white thing was only to quickly dismiss them both at the sight of familiar grey, black, and orange colors of the hooded teen. Oh yeah, he remembered him. Brick didn't like him… no- in fact he hated his guts. Wait- that jerk wad wasn't looking at him- he was looking at... Following the line of sight, Brick remembered what the cloak guy's previous statement before he had passed out.

That guy still never got to really see the pink puff's face.

Oh hell no if he thinks that Brick's just gonna let him get what he wants. Screw cooties. That ass wipe had put him through so much shame and agony that Brick was even willing to flip off the risk of getting the girl induced disease just to get back at him. Once again hell has frozen over as Brick grabbed the sleepy pink puff (just as she was about to open her eyes) and stuffed her face against his chest. In other words, he hugged her (ignoring the fact that his brothers' mouths had dropped and eyes bugged at the sight).

For some odd reason Blossom hugged back, much to Brick's confusion, disgust, and dismay. Her arms looped around his back and fingers clenched in joy and disbelief. If this was dream may she never wake up. Was it finally happening? Had she turned into a princess and her charming prince had finally whisked her sleeping form into his arms with the promise of eternal love, happiness, and the unlimited amount of all you can eat sweets!? Was she finally going to meet her prince? Her soul mate? It was too good to be true!

"Oh my prince, at long last, we finally meet. My heart is filled with immense joy and it beats so vigorously against my ribs that I fear it may just pop from within my chest! May I never part from your tender loving embrace and in return your image will forever burn brightly within the flames of love in my heart! I fear marriage would be too soon in our relationship, my love, but we should have our first date at the strike of six tonight as soon as dusk kisses the horizon!" Who knew this girl was such a medieval romantic sap? It was either that or she was still asleep and it was ice-cream talking.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Brick was so confused on what just happened that he couldn't even conjure up a single shred of anger when he said that.

…

Wait a minute… My prince would never curse… And that voice sounds so familiar…

She swears she knows that voice. It's so annoying on how familiar that voice was. It's at the tip of her tongue. The name was just behind that wall but she couldn't get past it. Wanting to see the guy's face, Blossom struggled to detach herself from the guy's chest only for it to be in vain. The guy's grip only tightened at her efforts but this made her all that more determined. The stubborn redhead wrestled, squirmed, and became an over-all pest like she was some wild and crazed animal trying to free herself from a hunter's trap.

A vain pulsed on his head, what the heck was this girl's deal!? And that shove to the face was totally unnecessary. "Oi! Hey, wait- sto-! STOP FUCKING MOVING YOU UGLY HAG!"

At the last word, she stilled instantly. It clicked.

Holy shit. Brick!? If she was a hard time before then she was hell now.

"Gak-! Hey-! Ouch! That one hurt you bi-!" Blossom, though her upper arms and face where trapped and pinned down, managed to land one on his cheek and effectively cutting him off. Damn, she wanted to hit harder.

"Let me go!"

"NO!"

"YES, RIGHT NOW!"

In the background the fight had continued, not that the two were paying any attention. Then there was a singing of metal whooshing through the air. Click! Brick looked at the scene in front of them, Blossom couldn't because of her inability to, and saw the white haired hag standing there with her arm shielded in front of her and two black rings on her wrist. The white haired girl smirked and a dribble of blood ran down her chin. "Really? You're gonna try and get them now? Of all times, when I used BOTH of the vials?"

"Both?! You took BOTH OF THEM!" Cloaked guy was losing his top.

"You won't be able to get the data back if all of it is gone before you can even extract any of it." She smirked.

"You aren't even afraid of your own blood killing you."

"No because I killed myself and would rather that then anything they would have done!"

"Suicide huh? Playing martyr? Whatever, not like you'll be able to live to see what your death did or didn't do." He knew that he screwed up; if he left now though, maybe there might be some of it left when he got back? He could only pray.

With that, he threw several more rings on his now complying target and proceeded to lift her in the air, dangling her by her limbs. The white haired girl couldn't struggle even if she wanted to. No, she had done all that she could. She knew something that the desperate hooded teen didn't and that alone would be enough for her to die with; she only regrets leaving her friend behind and whether or not he would remember her parting words of apology.

Brick only watched, not even having attempting to aid in any way. At the moment his only objective, since his brothers were obviously now okay, was to make sure that cloaked jerk never got to see pinky's face. Blossom, however, was curious as hell to whatever the heck was going on, not remembering anything other than her brief fight with the white cheetah and then her blacking out under its paw due to lack of oxygen. "Brick, what the heck is going on!?"

"The heck if I know."

"Let me go then!"

There was a flash on green. Buttercup and Butch having finally gotten free of the jungle gym prison of sky tall black poles, of which disappeared when the hooded teen started to lift the unconscious cheetah into the air by a series of dark poles. The two were zooming towards the surfing cloaked teen. The white haired teen glared at them from where she hung limply a couple of yards behind the green's aimed target. "STOP THAT! It's pointless!"

The two didn't listen and were shocked when they were suddenly hit from all sides by bowling ball sized orbs. Boomer and Brick yelled out in horror for their brother. Still standing beside Boomer on the cracked street, Bubbles did the same for BC and Blossom struggled frantically at the blue's cry of the brunet's name. "Let me go RIGHT NOW Brick! I CAN HELP THEM!"

Just when Brick was about to comply with the demand that he brought along as well, he was cut off. "I said STOP! Cap-boy you're brothers will die if you let her go of her!"

That made him stop and actually took in the states of his brothers. He made eye contact with Boomer's tired questioning eyes. Boomer was pretty banged up, sporting some bruises, a broken nose, limping on his right leg, and a line of dried blood running from his hair line to his lower cheek. Then he looked at Butch's curled up gasping figure, the wind having been knocked out of him. Butch was in worse though, having received multiple hits over and over. His pale skin now stained heavily with multi-colored bruises, his cheek very swollen under his visible eye, vary sized, random cuts of split flesh littered his body, and traces of wiped blood colored under his nose and the edges of his mouth. Though reluctant and with a bitter taste in his mouth, Brick tightened his hold around the pink puff. This one time he, though not out loud, admitted defeat. He was no idiot. He could see how beaten up they all were and how little damaged that bastard was.

The pink puff was outraged and vocally got the message across. The albino teen on the other hand relaxed and then allowed herself to pass out. Seeing this the hooded teen cursed and then in a second the fog condensed around the three floating anonymous figures in a color of gray. At an unnatural speed, the fog began to recede towards the mountains and in a matter of seconds the sun came out. The sky was now tinted with faint hues of pink and orange. The afternoon sun no longer hanging high in the sky but heading towards the horizon, it's light shining on the now battle's now visible aftermath. It was only a matter of seconds but now they were back in the familiar surroundings of New Tokyo City. The cloaked teen and albino beings gone. And the second they were, Brick pushed the pink puff away from him and rushed off the building. Ignoring the venomous words fired at him from Blossom, Brick stumbled on his landing before he ran over to help Butch up (Boomer already at the green ruff's side).

"Blossom! Buttercup!" Bubbles shouted to her pink friend as she made her way across the rubble ground to the alleyway where a dizzy BC was embedded into the side of a dumpster.

Blossom gasped and was at Buttercup's side in a flash of pink, already pulling her out by the time Bubbles had reached them. Slightly hunched forward, Buttercup stares unseeingly forward with a hand on her spinning head. "Thanks." Buttercup gave a grateful smile to her pink eyed friend.

"What happened?" Blossom asked worryingly but before answers could be given, hugs had to be given out first.

"Momoko-chan!" Bubbles cried not caring to keep up protocol anymore, her eyes filled with tears of relief as she glomped the unsuspecting otaku. She had been so worried about her dear red headed friend, heck both of them were. Even though it was uncalled for, Blossom didn't even hesitate to hug her back. It had been a long time since she had seen either of her friends. She would have said it had been a week or two but her sense of time was terrible. Buttercup smiled warmly at their little reunion and just glad that Blossom was alright. Buttercup was Kaoru and Kaoru being Kaoru meant that she wouldn't throw herself in a girly, heartwarming, unmacho, and very much embarrassing group hugs no matter how much she inwardly wanted to. As if sensing this, the two hugging girls reached over and pulled Buttercup into their group. The green eyed puff letting out empty-hearted sighs of annoyance, giving into the urge to smile.

After breaking up the hug, Blossom bombard them with questions only to receive her own bombardment from the other two. Neither side having answered a single one of them, the confused teens simultaneously agreed that they would discuss this at the lab. They all walked out of the alleyway, the battle's aftermath showered in a warm orange light, and discovered that the ruffs were nowhere to be seen. The girls started their way to the professor's lab. The pink and green puff were already flying in the direction but then stopped when they realized their blond teammate stood unmoving in the same spot, her eyes cast downward. Buttercup and Blossom exchanged confused glances before lowering themselves back down in front of Bubbles.

"What's wrong?" They asked. Bubbles looked up at both of them in the eye.

"I can't fly."

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_(*≧ω≦)ﾉ_Third POV_ \(≧∀≦)_

.K.ლ.o. Back at the Lab .o.ლ.K.

"Hmph. Hmmph…. Hmmmm…. HMMMMMMMMM…" The Professor hummed as he digested everything, his chin tucked in the space between his pointer finger and thumb.

It was late at night. The girls had arrived at the lab about two hours ago and had finished retelling each of their stories around twenty minutes ago, almost the same time when the Professor started imitating a revving motorcycle. Currently the girls, Ken, and Peach were finishing their dinner in the lab's enormous living room slash computer room. Ken finished his curry and put his spoon down before turning to face his meditating father.

"So what are we going to do Dad- I mean, Professor?"

"Well, I don't really understand much of it myself since there's obviously a lot of major parts missing from the story and they didn't give out any real key information to work off of. The Rowdyruff Boys may know something that we don't but you girls said that they had already left the scene." The Professor paused as the girls nodded in sync, their mouths occupied by food.

"Well then, there are few things I am certain of and what we should do." The girls paused in their eating to give the Professor their whole attention.

"First, we have to get the Rowdy Ruffs Boys to tell us their stories." The Professor held up his pointer finger. The girls groaned in distaste and annoyance. It was going to be a PAIN to get them to comply and they were SO not looking forward to it.

Ignoring their complaints, the Professor continued. "Second, we are going to have to wait for the people who attacked to make another move because it's obvious that they still have some business with us, though for what reason and why is uncertain at the moment." A second finger had joined the second.

"Third is that you girls are going be trained to be able to fight them when they do make move." A third finger rose and, even though they weren't looking forward to the training, they knew that they really needed it.

"Fourth-" This caught everyone's attention, there was another one? "We should keep the real results of the battle from the public."

There was silence.

That's right, they had almost forgotten…

The Powerpuff Girls Z lost…

No wait, they didn't just horribly lose. They were humiliated, treated as a joke, like they were no real threat to the cloaked teen, and the worst part of it all was that it was all true. They weren't, in any way, matched against the anonymous teen even with the ruffs' and puffs' combined strengths and numbers. But still, the girls thought, why keep it from the public? "Why do we need to hide it from them Professor?" Ken voiced for them.

"Well, from what you girls have told me, the damages to the city aren't that bad compared to the Him incident or to the few out of hand battles with Mojo Jojo but they are still bad. The costs the city has to pay to repair them aren't going too bad since I will dispatch the construction and repairing drones that I built for situations such as this." The Professor paused with pride flaring his nostrils before he continued somberly. "It is bad, however, if the public were to learn that not only the one responsible for injured the policemen and the damaged to their home city had gotten away but that he had gotten away unscathed and their guardian heroes were utterly defeated."

The Professor put his hand down and turned to fully face all of them. "They would live in constant fear with the knowledge that that same person and his bosses are out there and that they could attack at anytime. Not only that but it would also cause the city to begin to doubt your abilities."

Kaoru jumped up furious at the idea, her arms bent at her sides. "Why would they do that! We've protected this city for years! One time we almost gave up our powers just to keep this city safe!"

"Yes but remember Kaoru," The man stared back calmly at the green eyes teen's angered gaze.

"—they have all the reason to be. Regardless if you're loyal, if they know you're loyal, and even if they love you whole heartedly or not- they're not fully aware of what you're capable of doing. It's a natural thing to fear or doubt what one doesn't know. However, I can say for certain that neither you nor I know of your power's capabilities or limits either." Kaoru was silent as the thirty seven year old man spoke; he was right.

At the sight of the girl's downcast looks and Ken and Peach's concerned ones, the professor coughed, clearing his throat. "Though I do suppose that I am mostly to blame for that. I never really tried to test and see your power's capabilities or try to get you to grow stronger in any way so for that I'm sorry. I really am sorry girls." The Professor bowed and Miyako hurriedly asked him to rise since they were all equally at fault and that he shouldn't take all the blame.

"Professor, what about Miyako? Why can't she fly?" Momoko asked looking at Miyako with puzzled eyes.

"It's obviously due to the black ring on her wrist but how it's canceling it or the extent of what its actually doing is going to have to undergo some testing. That, however, can wait until tomorrow. You girls must be tired and besides it's late. You girls should head on to bed." The Professor smiled already collecting everyone's plates and utensils.

The girls smiled tiredly at the man that they all considered like a second father before leaving to fulfill the man's subtle order. Peach, being a robot, decided that he would help clean up and stayed behind. Ken went to his own room and bid the girls goodnight as they climbed the stairs. The puffs, having already informed their families that they were spending the night at a friend's house, left into their own respective guest rooms.

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_ლ_ლMomoko's POVლ_ლ

The door closed with a soft click and I sighed loudly with exhaustion. I walked over to the black drawers to get out the spare clothes I kept at the Professor's lab for occasions such as this. As I put on my pink candy decorated PJ's, my mind distractingly went over the events that happened today. So much had happened and I wasn't even conscious for most of it. All that I even remember was getting a car thrown at me, saving the officers from the falling glass, and a short battle with the white cheetah before… nothing. It disturbed me how my memory just stopped after that certain point and whatever had happened to me just before that was only a fuzzy haze. I looked up to see my irritated and puzzled expression being reflected back at me.

I had unconsciously made it to the small bathroom connected to my guest room. Honestly, why did the Professor have all these nicely made guest rooms? It wasn't like he ever had a huge number of people over. Well then again, he had more than enough rooms in his large house to contain all of his experiments and techy stuff that he probably ran out of ideas on what to use the rest of the rooms for, not that I'm complaining. I looked up, noticing something in the mirror. My pink eyes dilated in shock and disbelief. A scream lodged in my throat.

The HORROR!

WHY DID NOONE TELL ME THAT MY HAIR LOOKED LIKE A RAT'S NEST!? If it wasn't for the fact that I loved my hair as much as I did my bow, I would have taken the sharpest thing around to cut the hideous thing off my head. Brush, brush, I NEED A BRUSH! Those drawers stood no chance against me and my dire need for the bristled object. They almost flew out from their places as I wrenched the stupid things open. How dare they hide the brush from me!

"Come on, come on-! Where is it!?" I was talking to myself; the need to vent was too great.

"Cabinets! Maybe it's in the cabinets!" I opened the mirror cabinet above the sink and couldn't suppress my squeal of delight when I saw it.

"Thank GOD!"

I lunged for that brush like a starving man did at the sight of food. After a good hour of brushing, yanking, crying out in pain, and detangling of the orange jungle that I had come to terms was my hair- I was done. My head was sore and tender; my hand was locked in a clenched position from holding the brush for so long but it was worth it in the end. I smile, stroking my locks. Smooth and tangle free. However, when I ran my hand through my hair I realized that the ends were uneven. I frowned. From what little that I remembered from the battle, I did remember the albino cheetah this to my hair. After trimming the ends even and brushing my teeth, I crawled into bed.

I was tired. I nuzzled into the comfort of my pillow, burying myself farther into the blankets.

Very tired.

I was supposedly knocked out the entire battle so I should've been well rested right? But something else told me that that wasn't the case. I was forgetting something but what it was I didn't know. I looked at the alarm clock on the night stand. The numbers that read eleven thirty-nine glowed lime green in the dark room. It was late. Unable to keep my heavy eyelids open any more, I fell asleep.

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…[Dream]…

Scenes flew past my eyes so quickly that I couldn't even tell what I was seeing. Familiarity washed over me at the sight of places I've never been to. There was comfort at some, others with fear. Multiple voices spoke to me, saying different things at the same time that not a single voice could be discerned from the others. Then it all stopped. Too bright. I was in a new place; the name of what it was called escaped me. A sound I couldn't name echoed in the air. I don't know what was happening or how I got here. I don't even remember who I am. All I do know was that I couldn't move, my frozen limbs trembled against my will, and that this feeling that poured out of me was fear. I'm beyond terrified. Something happening but I'm not sure what.

I think I'm screaming… but I'm not sure.

I blink, it's dark. I'm somewhere else now. I'm still trembling but now I'm curled up in a ball. I can move though but I just can't go anywhere. I'm trapped. Tears ran from my eyes, not out of fear but out of a hot, blinding emotion… anger? I growled, the emotion fueling me to do something but there was nothing to do. Anger tore at my insides. A door opened, I looked through the glass wall to the room next to mine… A cell? Yeah, I think I'm in a cell. So was that person. It was a child around my age. I knew that person. The person was pushed into the cell next to mine. The child fell, exhausted and hurt. I beat against the glass wall that separated our cells, anger running through my veins. I called the person's name, I couldn't hear what I said though. I hit the glass harder and harder. My head slammed against it many times in frustration with myself. I don't know how I knew this but I just knew that the child was hurt worse than usual. I heard a thud on the opposite side. My eyes opened, didn't know I had closed them. The other child's hand pressed on the glass where my own hand lay opposite of. I looked up.

His eyes where brown, they were telling me that he was okay. He wasn't though. My forehead was pressed against the cold glass and I cried for the both of us. It was my entire fault. I looked at him and his eyes were pained, teeth grit, and he leaned his head against the part of the glass were my own pressed on the opposite side. This expression he made was my fault too.

The scene changed, no longer was I in a cell. I could see my breath. I'm not sure where I was or what was happening here because all I was focused on was the fact that I was covered with something warm. My hands rose to eye level. Panic, confusion, and disbelief. I didn't know what to feel other than that.

I was enveloped in warmth different from the one that covered me. Someone held me. The person was much taller than me and older. The person told me that everything was alright. I desperately wanted to believe the voice. I had to. So I did.

…[End of dream]…

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I woke up gasping.

My hand found its way to my head. I think I had a dream but I couldn't remember the details of it. I didn't push it though, striking me as unimportant. It would come back to me eventually. Ugh, it was tempting to just melt back into the warmth of my bed and fall back asleep but I didn't. I got up, got dressed (my bow, pink and thin cherry pin stripped mid-long sleeved shirt, my same pink and black shoes from yesterday, and dark blue jean skirt), and headed down stairs. I was starving.

"Morning Ken." I said, spotting the boy in the lab/living room, as I climbed down the stairs.

The sun shining brightly from the wall of windows behind him, Ken looked at me with brows raised in surprise. Weird. Whatever, I didn't question it because my stomach was more important at the moment. Walking into the kitchen, I was in the mood for something sweet. Ken strangely decided to follow me on my quest to their magical microwave that made delicious instant meals. Sometimes knowing two genius scientists that couldn't cook to save their lives had its perks.

"You're up late. Why are you still here?" Ken asked me in- wait, was that disbelief?

"Well it's only nine-something so I don't think it's that late." I replied, my eyes focused pushing the commands for waffles and strawberries into the high tech microwave-thingy. "Well, I was really tired because I ended up staying up past eleven combing the jungle out of my hair." I turned to glare at the little genius.

"Which none of you guys bothered to tell me!"

"Huh, I was wondering why you weren't panicking about it. Wait- no, I what meant was-." Ken was interrupted by a loud dinging.

Growl~. YAY MY WAFFLES! I spun around enthusiastically. With a watering mouth and growling stomach, I grabbed the source of that amazing smell out of the magical microwave. I think I'm drooling but I don't care. I sped past the young genius, ignoring him in favor of the lone fork on the kitchen table. Ken watched in confusion silence as I vigorously dug into my breakfast. Just as Ken was about to say something else the Professor walked in with his hands full of fliers. When he saw me, his face instantly lit up like a light bulb and unknowingly cut Ken off.

"Oh, Momoko! Good, just before you leave would you mind taking these fliers with you? I meant to give them to Miyako and Kaoru earlier but they already left by the time I found them."

"What are those for Professor?" I asked after swallowing.

"Oh they're offers to come and see a demonstration I'm planning on showing here at the lab. It's also to encourage the younger generation's interest in lab works. This includes with having to work with, chemistry, physics, mechani-."

"Wait." I realized.

Looking away from my food, I continued. "Before I leave? Where do you plan on me handing these out Professor?"

The man gave me a confused expression.

"At your school of course. By the way, why are you still here?"

In the background Ken was saying on how he tried asking me that but I wasn't paying attention anymore. I swallowed; the once warm delicious food was now grinding against the insides of my throat like a jagged rock. Dread seeping me at this information and worsening at the confirmation of my hunch, the Professor continued- "Didn't your class already start, an hour ago?"

"I'M LATE!" Stuffing my cheeks like a squirrel, I rushed upstairs to my guest bedroom only to remember that I didn't have a backpack at the lab. I ran back down stairs and was about to rush out of the door when Ken handed me a brown square backpack. Thanking him, I slugged it on a shoulder and rushed through the door, Ken's fading words reaching me.

"The flyers are inside!"

The words just barley registered as my mind was only focused on how freaking late I was on the first freaking day back and that I haven't done ANY OF MY FREAKING SUMMER HOMEWORK! I ran blindly down the sidewalk, my pace getting faster and faster. I ran as if the faster I ran would somehow spontaneously make time go backwards. Then there was thud of pain and I flew on my back. I honestly had no idea what hit me but, whatever it was, it felt like a wall. My bag fell off my shoulder after contact. With my eyes still closed, I rubbed my head.

"Ack, what the heck!" Someone on the ground across from me complained.

Oh, so the thing I crashed into wasn't a wall.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking." I apologized. But before I could look at the person who I bumped into, the yelling to my right made my head gravitate to look in that direction. I looked and saw a panicked man running down the street yelling at me to get out of the way. A driverless white truck was speeding down the steep hill with me right in its path. I was frozen in shock and could only watch mesmerized by the automobile as it quickly sped to my doom.

CRASH!

I could faintly hear the sound of the fliers fluttering from my bag and dance through the rushing air.

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*/End of chapter 4…
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Finished date: 10/09/15 (I bet noone's even reading this….)

Words: 14, 184

Themed fount: Verdana

Fount number: 9

Number of pages: 25.

Next chapter: Chapter 5 : That's impossible... School!?

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