Corrupted: Blossom's Story

Chapter 6: Training

"Hmm," The most fearsome person (Err, demon) on the planet, Him, helped himself to the giant plums the two had brought, slicing them into bite-sized pieces, and then chewing them. "A kiss did this?" Him asked incredulously, as the three ate the natural sweet. Both of them nodded. Blossom semi-hid behind Him, and flinched when he directed his claw at her. "Why is she here?" Him's voice was now distasteful, as he regarded his long-time enemy. Brick glared at the claw, a scowl on his otherwise perfect features.

"I wanted her to come, so she did. Right Blossom sweetie," Brick nudged her, gently as to not frighten the already scared puff. She nodded, clinging to his arm. "Now if you don't get rid of whatever fear factor you're using on her, I'll kick you out." Him snorted, and then froze when he caught sight of the murderous glare that was intended for him. Taking his word for it, he mumbled something and instantly the fear that plagued the redhead disappeared, replaced with a look that could commit murder (and would, if he gave it the chance.) Him scooted away, a bit terrified of the darkly muttering redhead.

"I have to go…" Him stammered, scooting away, before disappearing. Brick raised an eyebrow, impressed.

"Well, that was fast," Blossom murmured, studying her nails "And here I hoped he'd stay a little longer." Blossom sighed, a tiny bit depressed.

"I didn't." Brick said honestly. "He was in the way." Brick stood, offering her his hand. "Come on, let's get changed. I want to see if you got better." Blossom stared at the ruff, confused as could be.

"Ne, what do you mean" Bloss asked adorably. He gave her that look that set her on fire, licking his lips seductively.

"Training of course," Brick said, pulling her close. "But there are some other options, if you'd like…" She blushed, embarrassed.

"Let's go," She muttered, dragging him upstairs. "I'll take the training today." He laughed quietly, lightly as he followed his girl up the stairs. Blossom grabbed a pink tank top and black shorts. Brick simply peeled off his jacket, and selected a more companionable pair of light, manageable jeans. She smacked him when he attempted to follow her, if a bit mischievously. He came after her anyways, and dressed nearby. She scratched at the bandages, feeling irritated. Brick gently took her hands, and slowly touched his lips to the edge of the bandages, devotedly, before undoing the bandages. The skin was covered in a variety of silvery scars, but was otherwise alright. Brick spread a thin layer of some sort of salve on her arm. The skin soaked it up, promptly, before a sensation of liberation encompassed her. She sighed, happily as she followed him to the gym. There was a temporary feeling of loss when he let go, just like earlier. She shrugged it off, and headed to the mats to stretch before practice.

Blossom dodged an intense spire of red energy, rolling to the left, behind the parallel bars. She quickly considered the angle, before shooting up, and firing her own energy orb. The fight had lasted about half an hour, and showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. Brick avoided the orb as well, panting heavily. The sweat from the two caused their clothes to stick, and to get in the way of their fight. Brick peeled off his shirt, and tossed it away, so he could fight unhindered by the cotton. Blossom had done so earlier, now only wearing her sports bra and shorts. She threw a punch, and Brick blocked it. Just perfect, Blossom thought, wrapping her hand around his wrist. She yanked him up, tossing the surprised boy into the air. The following series of hits would leave the boy in question sore all day. He landed on his back, with a quiet 'Oomph,' as his only sound.

"Damn," Brick groaned, rubbing his sore shoulder. "That hurts," he continued to rub the tender ball of muscle. A petite, pale hand took over, pressing all the right places to remove the throbbing pain. Blossom kissed the area once she was done, and walked off to retrieve her shirt. "You've gotten better," Brick added, standing up.

"I've trained with Buttercup," Blossom confided to him as they left. "She hits hard and fast, so I spent a lot of time making on-the-spot plans." She kissed his cheek quickly. "Come on, lets' get some food." She headed down to the dining room. "What," she asked when Brick stared at her quizzically.

"You still live with your siblings?" Brick sounded envious, his eyes filled with jealousy.

"Yeah, we do now. A few years ago the professor lost his arm in an experiment. We moved back together to take care of him." She held his hand, tightly. "He died the year after, and none of us wanted to leave, now that he was gone. If we had still lived with him, the professor might have still lived." A few tears filmed her eyes, and she began to sob. She clung to the now startled ruff, who kissed her face, wiping away the salty liquid that dared to travel down her features with a gentle hand. He held her close, as he flew to their room, and settled her into bed.

"Shush," Brick started to hum a sweet lullaby, as tender and saccharine as could be. "Shush,"

Shortest chappie I've made *Checks*

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I never got to watch the episode "Twisted Sister," But I'll write you my version of what happened in a summary.

Blossom and the girls stirred the ingredients, gently, as the pink puff floated over to the tiny container of Chemical X. Unknowingly, she pricked her finger, a drop of her blood seeping into the chemical. Pouring in the liquid, the container exploded in a flash of light. A small disfigured little girl lay there, curled in the fetal position. Bubbles and Buttercup backed away, horrified, and streaked up the stairs. Blossom felt a strong pull to help the little girl, and drifted over.

"Mama?" She looked up, and a smile spread across her face. "Mama!" She cried, flinging herself into Blossom's arms. She had a scar on her face, and a mottled burn on her arm, as well as a slightly hunched back. Blossom was too shocked to say she wasn't the little girls' mother. Her dress was an adorable shade of purple, as was her eyes. Her hair was brown, and long, with a purple ribbon tying it back.

The next few days, Blossom showed Bunny (Her child) the city. Bunny looked happily about, not seeming to notice -or care- that people edged away from her. She didn't notice that Bubbles and Buttercup disliked her either. The Professor was alright, taking care of her when 'Mama' wasn't home, and feeding her, even going so far as to read her stories at bedtime when Blossom was out fighting crime.

One day, Blossom lost her ribbon in a fight, and spent most of her time looking for it. when she came home, Bunny was not there. she panicked, and when the doorbell rang, she answered instantly. Bunny stood at the door, filthy from head to toe, clutching her mother's ribbon. She bathed Bunny, scolding her little girl all the while. When Bunny's bedtime came, she kissed the child goodnight and asked her why she got her the ribbon back.

"Because Mama always has it. You're not Mama when you're missing it. It doesn't look right." Was her simple answer.

A week passed, and Mojo returned to the city, with a more powerful robot. The girls one by one fell. Before the fight, Blossom had made her little girl promise not to fight. Bunny promised, eagerly. Now, bloody and defeated, she could only watch as Mojo raised his robotic arm in victory, ready to deal the final blow. As it swung down, a purple streak appeared in front of the redhead. The primate looked on in shock, to see the little purple puff with the blade in her chest. "Ma-Mama," Bunny managed, weakly. "I. . . love you." The look of horror in her eyes as she held her little girl quickly turned to white-hot hate. All who looked upon the girl that day found their opinion horribly destroyed about her innocence. Mojo now had a scar that crossed all over his body, as a testament of her loss. Not one who remembered that day, not one, was left unchanged.