Me: Yes finally updated, sorry had a major plot hole in my outline.
Buttercup: Well you finally got this going again, now hurry up and finish so we can get out of this mad story!
Me: Sheesh touchy, just a little warning: this chapter is both sucks and struck gold.
Buttercup: Really, in that case I'm getting my mining gear.
Me: No that was just an expression, anyway this for you blue fans! I think I got my mojo back.
Mojo: Did some say my name, mojo?
Me: Ah! Mojo, how did you get in here? *grabs Buttercup's hammer, starts chasing Mojo*
Buttercup: Hey! Give me back my hammer! *chases gilly*
Mojo: Why do you hate Mojo so? mojo *runs for his life*
Disclaimer: *sigh* still do not own T.T
Brick's POV
For a while we were trying to stare each other down, especially Blossom. I was hoping that saving her life would make it up to her. Someone had to speak first.
"I'm sorry," I said, ignoring my brother's looks of surprise and alarm.
"You already said that," said Blossom pointed out, which didn't help my situation. She sigh "I accept you apology but you had better behave."
I couldn't help grinning like an idiot.
The Powder puff girls, I mean, sorry old habits, the Powerpuff girls looked around. Making sure that no one was nearby; once the coast was clear, they transformed to their pedestrian selves. The look on my brother's faces was priceless."
"Karou?"
"Miyako?"
Oh, I see them already acquaintances.
"Yeah, well, what did you expect? Lindsey Loman?" joked Karou.
"I knew you looked familiar," Butch and Boomer exclaimed simultaneously.
"No wonder I was attracted to you," said Butch and then turned bright red. "I said that out loud, didn't I?" Boomer and I were clutching our stomachs as we laughed; Butch's face got even redder, if that was even possible. "Shut up."
The girls sweat dropped and Karou was blushing, much to her dismay. "I'm going to pretend that didn't happen," she muttered.
"So, truce?" I asked, as soon as we stopped laughing.
The girls huddled, enough time for my brother's to give me hard looks, and here comes the are-you-insane speech.
"What are you crazy?! Making friends with the enemy is against everything we ever stood for," said Butch through clenched teeth.
I gave him my famous smirk. "You like Buttercup, right?" He nodded. "Then think of this as an opportunity. If we become teammates, then you can get close to Karou to be friends; maybe more." This caused him to blush.
"I still think this is a bad idea," said Boomer.
"You can think?" said Butch, amazed. I tried to stifle a chuckle; Butch saw this and added. "It's a miracle." I couldn't hold it any longer.
"Not funny Butch."
"It is to us," I said, once I caught my breath. "Now you're out voted, but think of all the rewards when we switch sides. A safe roof that's not threatening to collapse, decent food, maybe a car," he thought it over and nodded. "Then it's settled, now it's up to the hags, I means girls, decision."
It took a few minutes and they finally came out of the huddle. Miyako didn't look too sure; Karou seemed to be in regret and Momoko looks as if she just won the argument of the century.
"You can join, but no funny business," said Karou.
"Aw, I could never do that Butterbutt," (A/N: o/o) said Butch with a halo over his head. (A/N: Hey! Don't steal Boomer's thing!)
It was that moment that my stomach decided to growl as well as Momoko's. "I guess I missed lunch," we said simultaneously. The blues snickered and the greens smirked at our behavior.
"If you don't mind, I know a great noodle shop," I said.
"The one where Noodle head is?" asked Momoko.
"That's the place, now let's go before they close." I said, grabbing her hand and pulling her along.
Boomer's POV
Brick and Momoko made a swift retreat to the noodle shop; leaving the greens, Miyako and I.
"Those two have the right idea; that fight left me famished, there's a pizza place around the corner. You guys coming?" asked Butch.
"No thanks, Grandma wanted me to deliver some flowers before I got home," said Miyako with a sweet smile. That may fool the greens, but not me; something was making her sad, I could see it in her eyes.
"I'll come with you." I offered.
"Alright, your loss; Butch your paying," said Karou as they were walking away with Butch either trying to persuade or complaining most of the way.
"It's okay Boomer, you don't have to come with me," said Miyako.
"But I want to. Consider this a date."
"Huh?"
"I mean a thank you for saying your life from Fuzzy." I said, arms flaring around.
Miyako did a small sigh and one of her dazzling smiles. "Then we better hurry before it closes," taking off in another direction. Has anyone told her she has a cute run?
I was so caught up in my thoughts, I nearly ran into her.
"Hey! Next time gives a little warning, would ya," I growled.
"Sorry, anyway, we're here," said Miyako. "This is my favorite flower shop; the clerk knows me so I get cheap deals."
The first thing that hit me was the floral smell; not that it was bad, just too much. At the reception desk stood a girl in an apron, "Ah Miyako," he greeted. "Who's you friend? Another admirer I'm guessing?" Miyako has admirers, well it shouldn't be a big surprise, and she has a cute face that goes with her personality.
"No, just a friend; Boomer, this is Mai," introduced Miyako.
"The pleasure's all mine, so Miyako what will it be today: Bells of Ireland, Bittersweet, or Candy Tuft?" Mai asked. I don't know any of those flowers.
"No, I'm looking for red carnation, chrysanthemum, lily of the valley, tea rose, white hyacinth, and cyclamen. Have any of those?" asked Miyako; don't know any of those either.
"That's a tall order; I'll check the back room," said Mai before vanishing from sight.
"So who are these flowers for?" I asked.
"Someone that is very dear; it's their anniversary. She's not as young as she used to be so Grandma had me take her place."
Before I could ask who; Mai came back, grinning like she won the Olympics. "You're in luck; we got a fresh shipment yesterday. That would be $8.99."
"Okay, thank you," said Miyako with a wave and left; me following close behind.
"Miyako, you haven't told me who the flowers are for," I said, putting my hands behind my head. She suddenly became sad; oh man, I hope I didn't upset her. (A/N: When this is over, I'm buying Boomer a dating manual.) "Of course you don't have to tell me; it's your business, I shouldn't be prying!"At this point, I was breaking into a cold sweat; although it did make her giggle. Score one for the Boomster!
So that's how most of the walk went; I try to figure her out, then I do something silly thus making Miyako laugh. That was, until we made our way to the cemetery. Miyako stepped in with no problem; she noticed that I wasn't following and gave me a worried glance.
"You okay? You look a little pale." A little pale was putting it mildly.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you sure this is the right place?" I asked, trying to put up a brave face.
"Sure, I know the way by heart." She better be planning on only passing through; did that pebble just move on its own?! Okay calm down Boomer, no need to be paranoid; what was that! Oh just the wind; I've got to stop listening to Butch's ghost stories. "Boomer, there's nothing to worry about. If it'll make you feel better, I was afraid of this place too at first," said Miyako.
I was a little surprised when we stopped at a certain headstone. 'Gotokuji Yami' it read along with a date. Now I wish I could've been there for Miyako when her grandpa, I think, died although I wasn't even born then but still.
"Hi Grandpa, Grandma wasn't able to make it but I got the message for you; just like you used to for Grandma." Miyako knelt setting the flowers at the tombstone base, casting a small smile.
"Message; mind explaining," I asked "I mean there's no note."
Miyako looked at me and smiled. "It's a very touching story; Grandpa always liked Grandma and always left flowers on her doorstep. Those flowers had something to say, a secret language that few people know. Whenever Grandpa was at a loss of words or couldn't find the courage to speak, he would pick up a flower and she understood every one of them. Now Grandma does the same in return since he passed away. These flowers may not look like much but they have a lot to say. Kind of like you, Boomer."
Why does hearing her compliment please me so? Even though we're in a truce, it doesn't mean I have to like it.
I didn't say anything, there was no need to; Miyako's eyes lost focus, probably remembering the good times with her grandpa. A little ways off, there was a patch of daisies growing; I may not know the flower language, but they got to mean something. In a few strides, I knelt to pick some those daisies. Miyako's sky blue eyes came back into focus as I help up the daisies. A soft smile caressed her features; time seemed to slow down as she reached for them; electricity shot up my arm when she made contact. Our gazes held each other for what felt like an eternity; I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful sight then the one in front of me.
In just that one moment, a silent promise had been woven in; one that I plan to never break.
Me: Finally got rid of Mojo, now I feel like I struck gold with the ending mainly because I think its original (if not, then tell me). I was going to add a little red action but thought better of it because it was plagiarism and I don't want to rip off Magical Blazze.
Bubbles: Aw, that was very sweet but why have grandpa die?
Me: I don't know, I never saw him on your show nor was he mentioned so I thought this would be a good excuse. *looks at Boomer* Boomer, why are you blushing?
Boomer: The promise. What is it?
Me: Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me, so the secret flower language was true so I did a web search and the flowers mentioned did have a meaning to them. Expecially the list Miyako told Mia. At the bottom is the key:
Bells of Ireland- good luck
Bittersweet- truth
Candy Tuft- indifference
Red Carnation- my heart aches for you; admaration
Chysanthemum- wonderful friend
Cyclamen- goodbye
White Hyacinth- loveliness; I'll pray for you
Lily of the Valley- you've made my life complete
Tea Rose- I'll remember; always
Daisy- innocence; loyal love; I'll never tell
Boomer: Oh man, loyal love, before you know it I'll be married!
Me: Whoa, relax Boomer. It's now like you gave her the flower that translates to 'may I have this dance?'
Boomer: There's a flower for that?
Me: Yup *popping the p*
Boomer: *starts memorizing flower language*
Bubbbles: While Boomer studies, gilly and I are going to bed. Review!
Me: *whispers* don't tell Boomer this but the promise was 'I'll never tell' and I snuck the dating manual in his bag. *snickers*