Title: For Lost Years
Author: SeBriar
Summary: The boys are back after having disappeared for years. They must be up to something, but what? And who's leading these random attacks on the town? It's not the boys, so who?
Pairing: RrB/PpG
Rating: T for the moment
Genre: Romance/Drama/Family
Details: Ruffs and Puffs are 16, and for the sake of the story as they grew older they developed fingers, toes, noses, etc.
Disclaimer: You don't want me to own the PpG because if it was mine, there would be drama and gore and minor character deaths. Just saying.
Chapter Eight: You Scowl, I Smile
Happy Reading! Applause for my beta, Elizabeth Burke! Oh, and read the AN at the end for me, okay?
"This is the place," Cathy announced with false cheer. They were many miles away from Townsville, located in the upper-class suburbs of Hollywood, California.
They stood in front of what looked like a large vacation home. The house was painted a cream color with a large porch expanding across the front. There was also a wide and freshly cut lawn. From the outside Boomer could easily tell it had at least three floors.
"I hate it here," Boomer deduced, after only a minute of staring at what would be their new temporary abode.
"I think it's lovely," Bubbles gushed, her foul mood all but nonexistent once she'd set her sights on the quaint little summer house.
"It's only for a bit; once things have cooled down in Townsville and I find enough evidence to prove my innocence," Cathy explained with an apologetic smile.
Boomer crossed him arms but didn't say anything else. He knew he would be miserable without any of his security equipment, or anything else to occupy his time. Perhaps he would take up hacking again…
Cathy gave them both a wide smile, one she often used when she was obviously stressed out but wanted to put him and his brothers at ease. "Well, let's at least go inside while we wait for Brick and Butch to catch up. I have a few phone calls to make as well."
"What kind of phone calls, Dr. Cathy?" Bubbles asked curiously as they followed the older woman into the house.
"Well, for one, I have to get some of my projects shipped over here, and let Jen know we're all okay before she gets back to M. Ind. and panics. I also have to arrange transportation for Hayate, since we didn't have time to grab him before leaving."
"WHAT? WE FORGOT HAYA?" Boomer exclaimed, his expression morphing from petulant to one of utter horror.
Blossom sighed and shut her text book angrily. She briefly entertained the thought of starting on her biology report, but decided against it. She obviously wouldn't be getting any work done tonight; at least not school-wise.
Instead, she stood up from her desk and walked briskly down the stairs. Buttercup sat on the couch, perched comfortably in front of the television with a can of orange soda resting against her lips as she stared, captivated, at a live broadcasting of a wrestling match.
Blossom went right past her sister and out the door, grabbing her jacket on the way.
She hadn't spoken to her sister since the day Bubbles left.
It had been three days.
Three days since his little girl had practically disappeared off the face of the Earth.
He had absolutely no way to contact her (she wasn't answering her cell phone, not that he expected her to) and therefore no way to know if she was alright.
The Professor lifted his head away from the table. His hair was disheveled and the skin beneath his eyes had been darkened with stress and lack of sleep. He rubbed at one eye and yawned tiredly, glancing around his lab for something -anything- that could help.
He rose to his full height and stared ahead at the table littered with beakers and test tubes, lost in thought.
His girls weren't doing any better than he was. Blossom was refusing to speak to her sister and Buttercup stayed held up either in her room listening to music or on the couch watching TV.
The room was a bit smaller than their Virtual Reality training room back at Townsville's Magnesium Industries, but they were reluctantly making do.
Fully dressed in his combat suit, Brick dodged a blast from the simulated Monster. It was fairly larger than all of the computer generated buildings, and its appearance closely resembled that of a lizard with the long neck and head of a pterodactyl.
His giant opponent opened its beak-like mouth in preparation, before releasing another devastating blast of orange energy in his general direction.
Far below the monstrosity, Brick dived away, just barely keeping on his feet when confronted with a follow up attack.
He slid to a stop in front of Dr. Cathy, who stood in the room without fear of any harm coming to her. Her pen flitted across her clipboard as she took notes on his progress.
"You've gotten swifter, Honey," she praised. "You also made it to level seven without flying in only an hour and twenty minutes; definitely a record."
Outwardly, Brick only gave her a half shrug.
Inwardly he swelled with pride.
"That's good for today," she announced, using her remote to deactivate the simulation and return the room to its normal white-tiled appearance.
Brick wanted to protest that he could've gone on for much longer, but he knew Cathy would probably refuse.
The Training Room in their vacation house (one that the boys weren't aware that they'd even owned until recently) took up almost the complete interior of their basement, with there only being a narrow passage directly perpendicular to the stairs with enough room to either walk inside the enclosed space, or stand outside and watch through the reinforced glass.
They excited the room together, going straight up the stairs and entering the kitchen.
Butch sat at the table, eating his typical breakfast of a bowl of Frosted Flakes and grumbling lowly. Oddly, Boomer was not with him, which was the usual for a Friday morning.
"Where's Boomer?" Brick addressed his brother as he strode over to a cabinet to get a glass, and then over to the refrigerator with the intent of pouring himself some orange juice.
Butch crunched loudly on his Frosted Flakes, but gestured with his spoon toward the living room.
Brick walked in the direction he'd indicated, sipping his juice as he went. Cathy chose to stay in the kitchen and make herself a cup of coffee.
When he entered the living room, separated only from the kitchen by a hallway that led to a bedroom and bathroom on the left and a bedroom along with a flight of stairs to the right, he stopped short just beyond the doorway.
"Okay, so I get that all security is basically wired to that watch…"
"That's a simple way of putting it-"
"However, what I don't understand is how it can still work when we're hundreds of miles away from Townsville."
Brick sipped silently, watching as Boomer sighed, shifting on the couch next to Bubbles in order to face her in preparation of what was sure to be a long and complicated discussion.
'One I'm certainly not interested in hearing,' he thought, turning sharply on his heel and going back into the kitchen.
Bubbles living with them and trying to help prove their innocence was something he found himself tolerating. The blonde more or less stayed out of his way, and in return he acted as if she didn't exist. He liked to pretend that the sister to the bane of his existence wasn't staying down the hall.
He clenched his fist at the thought of the Powerpuff leader. He'd been doing so well these past few days by carefully blocking her from his mind, that everything from Tuesday was rushing back at him full force.
He growled quietly, his eyes unconsciously glowing. The glass in his hand shattered from the force of his grip, but he paid it no mind; even as orange juice dripped down his fist.
Cathy chose that moment to enter the hallway with the intention of going to her bedroom. She paused next to Brick, raising an eyebrow at the fragments of glass littering the floor. However, she just pat his shoulder lightly, earning a sideways glance. "I think whatever it is you're thinking about will turn out to be something truly not worth the temper tantrum you're having now."
He narrowed his eyes at her, his eyes seeming to glow brighter beneath the shadow of his bangs as he probably took offense to what she had said. If she didn't know any better she'd say he was growling at her.
She smiled softly and moved to stand in front of him. She knew he wasn't in the mood for physical contact, so she kept a two foot distance for the moment. "I'm not trying to imply that whatever's making you angry doesn't matter. It's probably just not worth the level of anger you're giving it."
His expression hardly changed, so with a sigh Cathy decided that she'd better just let him calm down on his own. When she turned to continue on to her room a hand grasped her wrist firmly, but gently. She turned back to Brick, who had his head bent to the floor.
With an uncomfortable tightness in his chest the redhead noted that she was once again without her gloves. "Sorry," he mumbled, for more than just taking his anger out on her. He lifted his eyes to see her face, and noticed she was still smiling.
"You're always forgiven, Honey," she said simply. In all honesty, it only made him feel worse.
Butch dropped down on to the couch from where he had been floating above it. His heavy landing made the remote bounce up into the air, and he caught it reflexively. He debated whether or not he actually wanted to watch TV, but decided he'd rather play videogames.
He got off the couch and went over to the TV, which stood on a wooden cabinet that held his games and their appropriate systems. Pulling out his Xbox 360, he quickly hooked it up and popped in a racing game. An hour went by with him beating his previous record on the newest course he'd unlocked.
Bubbles entered the room nervously just then, standing some feet away from where he sat on the couch. When he didn't immediately tell her go away she assumed her presence wasn't holy despised and sat down.
Butch was in the middle of the couch, leaning left and right along with his black Lamborghini on the screen. Bubbles was as close to the edge of the couch as the armrest would allow, not wanting to distract or anger him.
Butch shot up and whooped with joy when he beat all of the computer cars to the finish line. He threw the controller to the carpeted floor -watching his strength as he did so- and began lifting into the air and doing a victory moon walk with his eyes closed.
Bubbles couldn't help but think it was funny, and had to throw a hand over her mouth to prevent herself from giggling.
A tiny squeak unwillingly escaped her, and Butch froze, dropping down to his feet on the floor. He stared at her a moment and Bubbles shrunk back, fearing that now he would be angry at her for watching him.
"When did you get here?"
Bubbles blinked confusedly.
Butch crossed his arms and sat back down on the couch, his eyebrows furrowed as if he were thinking deeply about a complicated math problem. "I didn't know you were here. When did you get here?"
Not knowing what to think about Butch's seemingly nonviolent attitude, Bubbles answered hesitantly, "A few minutes ago…"
He smirked, raising an eyebrow at her. "Well, damn. Either you're just freaky quiet, or I need to pay more attention to stuff when I play videogames."
Bubbles gave a small smile as Butch stood up and grabbed another controller, tossing it to her.
"You any good at fighting games?"
She shrugged, still smiling. 'Maybe he's not all that violent after all.'
Ten minutes later, Butch's Warrior brutally bit off her Mage's hand and spat it to the ground, destroying the rest of her life meter. The green Ruff joined his character in cackling evilly at the fallen Mage, who sat crying on the ground while her wrist poured a hefty amount of virtual blood.
'Perhaps I spoke too soon,' Bubbles thought nervously, inching ever so slightly away from the excitable boy beside her. 'Note to self, hanging out with Butch is scary. Best stick with Boomer.'
Bubbles followed Boomer as he led her down the hall from their bedrooms, feeling a tad exasperated with her companion. Boomer stopped beside the door at the end of the hall, newly labeled 'Security Room' on a shiny metal plate. He opened the door and gestured for her to go inside. She rolled her eyes as he held the door open for her."What exactly is it with you and security, Boomer?" Bubbles asked, glancing skeptically around the room. On one side was a giant monitor with a split screen, showing images of the kitchen, basement, hallways, and every angle of the outside of the house.
In front of the monitor was a long table with four chairs tucked into it. It was also cluttered with miniature camera parts and tools.
Boomer closed the door behind them and pulled out a chair for Bubbles before plopping down into one himself.
Bubbles sat down next to him and raised an eyebrow, still expecting an answer.
Boomer sighed heavily, folding his arms behind his head and averting his eyes. "We had a few…problems with security some years ago."
"What kind of problems?"
Boomer looked uncomfortable with the topic, shifting in his seat. "About seven or eight years ago someone managed to infiltrate Magnesium Industries at a late hour, when our security was at its weakest. Mom ended up getting kidnapped. Twice."
"She WHAT?" Bubbles exclaimed, shooting up from her seat with incredulity. "She was what? In a house full of super powered kids?"
Bubbles deflated slightly when Boomer began to look visibly upset. She knew she had said the wrong thing.
"Yeah," Boomer confirmed, his voice bordering a whisper. "I was asleep the first time and Butch was out helping Jen run errands because she had to carry some heavy stuff."
"Where was Brick?" Bubbles asked, sinking slowly back into her chair. She watched as Boomer's face took on a pained expression.
"He was home with me."
"Was he asleep too?" When he shook his head slowly she tilted her head to the side, confused. "Then couldn't he have protected Dr. Cathy? What was he doing?"
Boomer removed his arms from behind his head and leaned toward the table, folding them on the surface as he stared ahead at the split-screen monitor as if in a daze. Bubbles had a feeling that whatever she was about to hear would not be pleasant.
He paused to watch the object of their conversation venture from her bedroom and down the stairs toward the living room. Butch was on the couch and she bent down to kiss the top of his head. He embarrassedly swatted her away while she laughed and ran a hand through his hair affectionately.
'She really loves her boys…' Bubbles thought to herself. As Cathy continued into the kitchen Butch gave the tinniest of smiles when he thought no one was looking. 'And they love her too. Why can't my sisters see what I see?'
"I don't know exactly what he was doing, but I assume it was studying, since he likes to study in the kitchen," Boomer continued. "The thing is, back then Brick didn't like Mom. In fact, he kind of hated her. That's pretty much how she was kidnapped so easily; besides our poor security. He just didn't help her."
"I-but-… that's terrible," Bubbles gasped. "Why would he hate her? And how did you save Dr. Cathy?"
"That's a topic for another day, Bubbles," Boomer said pointedly, letting her know that any discussion on Brick was over at this point.
Bubbles frowned but nodded, not wanting to pry.
"To answer your second question, we didn't. She saved herself. The guy who kidnapped her only made it down the street before Mom kicked him in his lower regions and took off like a bat out of hell. Butch thought that part was hilarious, but she didn't," he finished, chuckling a bit himself.
Bubbles couldn't help but smile at his amusement.
"Anyway, that's why I care so much about our security. If she somehow got kidnapped again because I was too busy sleeping and we didn't have enough security guards, I don't know what I'd do."
"Wait, what about the second time?" Bubbles asked. Boomer closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat.
"Another time, Bubbles."
It was a pretty cool day, she noted absently. She had worn a jacket just in case and was thankful for it as she buried her hands deep into its pockets.
She continued to bounce the soccer ball on her sneaker clad foot as she stood in alone in the empty park. The nearby swings creaked softly in the chilly breeze and the leaves danced around her in a dazzling display.
Nature and its beauty had always been one of Bubbles' interests, but she found herself being captivated by it lately; as if even though her sister was not near her she was still forcing Buttercup to take part in things that would normally bore her.
She let the ball bounce off her foot and into the air. Then, as it came down, she swung her leg at it sharply, sending it flying in a furious spiral at the goal on one side of the soccer field the city had put in only a couple of years ago.
The ball continued to spin even when it connected with the net, until Buttercup could see smoke floating up from it. Finally, the thin net gave and the ball burnt a hole through to the other side, bouncing lightly on the grass before rolling to a stop.
She began the short trek to where her ball rested.
"What happened?" Had been the first thing to come out of her father's mouth when he opened the door to a disheveled Buttercup holding her unconscious sister in her arms.
"The Rowdyruff Boys happened." She replied with a halfhearted scowl as the Professor ushered her inside.
His next question had, naturally, been: "Where's Bubbles?"
"Gone."
She bent down to snag her ball off the ground, tucking it under one arm as she turned to continue her walk, the park having been just one of her stops.
She moved aimlessly through Townsville at an average human's pace, feeling that walking slowly often gave her the most clarity when the thoughts in her head became a jumbled mass of confusion.
"Gone?" The Professor asked in confusion as he laid Blossom down on the couch. He'd already made sure she had no serious injuries besides a nasty bump on her head that was already healing. "Gone where?"
When she didn't immediately answer his face hardened.
"Buttercup, answer me please. Where is your sister?"
"…She went with the Rowdyruff Boys. By choice."
She kicked a can out of her path, staring down at the sidewalk. Her mind was restless, so she began trying to avoid the cracks on the ground in an attempt to distract herself.
Trying to describe her father's reaction to the news she gave him was difficult, since she wasn't as fluent at reading people's emotions as...well as Bubbles. However, shock and worry seemed to be the most evident.
He didn't say anything after she spoke. He simply nodded and quickly swept his eyes over her to make sure she herself had no injuries. Then he turned on his heel and left the room. Not long after she could hear the door to his lab shut firmly.
Unsure of what she should be doing at this point. Buttercup stayed by the couch until her sister finally woke up. "
She shivered noticeably from more than just the cold. She'd always known Blossom had a nasty temper when pushed far enough, but that had been one of the worst blowouts she'd ever had with her sister.
"What do you mean she LEFT?"
Buttercup shrugged, unsure of what more she could say. She'd had time to think about Bubbles' decision, and although she couldn't say she agreed with the blonde at all, she could say she understood where the girl was coming from. It didn't mean she had to like it, though. "Like I said, she just left."
Blossom rose angrily to her feet. "Why didn't you stop her?"
Buttercup narrowed her eyes at the accusatory tone her leader was using. "I couldn't! You're always telling me to think things through, right? Well, it was all three boys against me, plus Bubbles wouldn't have let me bring her back unless she wanted to come back. You know that."
"No, I DON'T KNOW THAT!" Blossom fired back, shouting now. "YOU SHOULD'VE TRIED EVERYTHING IN YOUR POWER TO MAKE SURE SHE CAME BACK WITH YOU!"
Buttercup took a wary step back from her fuming sister, wondering when the roles were reversed; she was the one thinking rationally while Blossom succumbed to her anger.
"SHE COULD BE IN DANGER! SHE'S TOO TRUSTING! THEY COULD'VE SERIOSLY HURT HER BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT IT WOULD BE GOOD IDEA TO LET HER GO OFF TO GOD-KNOWS-WHERE WITH THE ROWDYRUFF BOYS! ARE YOU CRAZY?"
Buttercup set her mouth in a grim line. "Maybe this is what Bubbles was talking about. She thinks we have no faith in her. Maybe-"
"Don't you dare try to make it seem like Bubbles made the right decision here," Blossom said lowly. Buttercup never knew how she did it, but Blossom could be far more intimidating when talking calmly than when shouting. "What she did was one of the stupidest things she's ever done in her life."
The green Puff couldn't help but be outraged on her younger sister's behalf. "This is what I'm saying. Maybe instead of assuming Bubbles is wrong because we don't agree with her we should just try to-"
"I don't want to know what you think I should do; you've done enough. I'll find her on my own."
"Oh yes, of course. It will be shipped to you by the end of this week. Yes, I'll let her know. Thank you."
Jen hung up the phone with a heavy sigh, leaning back tiredly in her chair. She missed her friend dearly as well as her three troublemakers. They'd become like family and were such a constant in her life that she hardly knew what to do with herself now that they weren't there.
She smirked sadly to herself. Now she had no one to look out for and boss around as the oldest.
She hoped Cathy was taking care of herself and had no reason to get worked up over anything. Those boys had the ability to affect their Mother like no one else, and vice versa.
She hoped Brick wasn't going crazy being forced to take a break from company projects and using his newfound free time to relax. The boy worked far too much for a sixteen year old.
She hoped Butch had found something to occupy himself with besides causing mischief and upgrading the weapons in their storage.
And she hoped Boomer was able to stay sweet and not be influenced by his devious brother.
She sighed again when the phone began to ring with a new order. She wished she could call them, but she knew the best thing to do in this case would be to hold no contact with them for the first few days; the police were still looking for them.
Butch backed away from the door to the Security Room with a devilish smirk and took off toward his brother's bedroom. Boomer and Bubbles were being far too quiet in there, and he knew just what to do to remedy that, but he would need some help.
When Butch opened his brother's door without knocking, Brick greeted him with a glare from where he was reading on his bed.
"What?" He hissed. Brick didn't like to be disturbed when he was reading.
As always, Butch paid no mind to his angry tone. "I need your help with something."
"No."
Butch smirked. "Wasn't asking. You owe me a favor, remember? I didn't rat you out to Mom when you snuck into her lab a week ago to get in some extra training and ended up breaking-"
Brick growled and flung his book to the floor, jumping to his feet. "What do you need?" He asked through clenched teeth. If there was one thing Brick couldn't stand, it was being manipulated into doing things he didn't want to do.
'Ah, who am I kidding? Brick gets pissed at everything,' Butch reasoned. Still smirking, much to Brick's irritation, Butch led them out into the hallway. "Boomer and Pigtails are in the Security Room and things seem a little…dull in there."
Brick blew out his bangs impatiently and crossed his arms. "And? What does that have to do with me?"
"I need you to do a little rewiring for me, since I'm not good with that kind of stuff."
Both blondes were startled when music began to play out of the blue. Bubbles raised a questioning eyebrow at Boomer, but the Ruff only shrugged his shoulders, just as confused as she was.
They sat just listening to the music for a moment, before Bubbles decided that the beat was simply too good not to dance to.
Boomer had been scanning his equipment, wondering why music suddenly began to play in his security office, but froze when Bubbles passed by him, following her with his eyes. He couldn't help but stare at Bubbles as she moved, her long pigtails twirling majestically about her form as she spun around the room.
There was something about Bubbles that had always seemed so innocent; he'd known that since he'd first met her. Although back then, he'd thought it to be a fault rather then one of her best attributes.
He was taken off guard when he suddenly felt two delicate hands grasp his own and pull him to his feet.
"Dance with me, Boomer!" Bubbles exclaimed with a giggle, tugging him to the center of the floor.
He began to shake his head vigorously. "I'm not a dancer, Bubbles," he said with wide eyes.
Bubbles shrugged. "Neither am I, but you don't have to be a dancer to dance!" She made her point when she forced him to spin to the music along with her. To Boomer, they seemed to be doing an odd reenactment of 'Ring Around the Rosey.'
When the song went to a slightly slower tempo she had them stop by the monitor. She moved his hands to her waist and rested her own on his shoulders, rocking them side to side.
Boomer reddened, feeling awkward; Bubbles smiled at him encouragingly as the song continued to slow and their swaying became softer.
Being this close to her, Boomer could clearly see how her happiness reached her bright blue eyes, which seemed to dance expressively even while their owner simply moved from side to side with him.
"Hey! Pizza's here! Everybody who's hungry better hurry up before I eat it all!" Butch called from downstairs.
Bubbles' smile brightened at the thought of food and she released his shoulders. Hurriedly, Boomer snatched his hands from her waist and buried them in his pockets. She raised an amused eyebrow at his swift movement, but turned and left, bouncing down the stairs to quickly snatch a slice of pizza before Butch inhaled it all.
Boomer stared after her, feeling suspiciously lighter yet heavier at the same time. "This can't be happening to me," he mumbled, running a hand down his face with a sigh. "This can't be happening to me. No fucking way am I…"
The music continued to play around the room, regaining his attention. Boomer frowned to himself. "Mom wouldn't mess with my stuff, so it must have been Brick. Butch probably put him up to it too." Boomer glared at one of the speakers in the upper corner of the wall as if it was the music's fault he was feeling so irritated all of a sudden. "They're so dead." He turned back to the doorway and sighed, mumbling once again, "No. Fucking. Way."
Her missing sister wasn't the only one on her mind. The green Ruff had taken residence in her thoughts and refused to be banished no matter how hard she tried.
Who was he to look at her as if SHE'D been the one to betray him? He was the one who tried to trick her into believing that he was good; or at least not evil anymore. She had no reason to feel guilty; he'd been the one to mislead her.
Her house came into view, and after a moment of debate she decided to use the front door instead of her window. It was probably locked anyway.
She entered the house, kicking the door closed before unzipping her jacket and tossing it into the closet, leaving her in a black T-shirt and green cargo pants.
She passed the kitchen on her way up to her room. Blossom was in there and she appeared to be studying. She hadn't seen the Professor since this morning when he was getting coffee. He was probably in the lab.
She tossed her soccer ball in a random corner of her room and flopped down on her partially made bed. After a minute of staring blankly at the ceiling she reached over to her bedside table and grabbed her iPod, as well as her headphones.
Her headphones weren't those tiny ones that fit inside one's ear; rather they were the big clunky black ones that a DJ might use. She liked them because it was like having loud speakers attached to the sides of her head. They blocked out all outside noise. (A rare feat when one has super hearing)
She situated them on her head and cranked up the first song as high as it would go, closing her eyes as she blissfully faded out of reality.
Only to come crashing so hard back into it moments later that she almost gasped for imaginary breath.
Aggravated by the interruption, she opened one eye to peer up at the person who was shaking her shoulder so roughly. She blinked, opening both eyes and pausing the song she was listening to.
Blossom stepped back and crossed her arms impatiently, so Buttercup sat up and put her headphones around her neck with a raised eyebrow.
"You skipped school."
Buttercup fought tooth and nail at the urge to roll her eyes or scowl. She had decided that she would not play Blossom's game; if she wanted to be angry, then she could go head and be angry but Buttercup wasn't going to reciprocate. "Yeah, so?"
"Where were you?"
Buttercup shrugged, not up for cooperating. "Oh, here and there. Townsville's a pretty big place."
Blossom's eyes flashed a dark magenta at what she perceived as insubordination. She always got so commanding when she was heated. Buttercup could tolerate it when her leader was level headed and her orders had valid reason, but when Blossom was angry at her she mostly just made orders to maintain some kind of dominance.
The irate pink Puff turned around in a flourish of bright red hair that nearly smacked BC in the face as she left the room.
'Well, I guess she's going back to pretending I don't exist,' Buttercup thought, replacing her headphones and trying to let the music block out all thoughts of a certain Rowdyruff and his evil trickery.
Authors Note: Hey guys! I think this was the longest chapter I've written so far. I hope it was of good enough quality. I'm sorry it's been over a month since I updated, but by now you all know the normal excuses. Family problems, school, life in general, blah, blah, blah. I'm back now so who really gives a crap?
I just wanted to make everyone aware that I'll be posting a new story in November. (I'd do it now, but I've got to give my betas some time to look it over and go over the details.) It's not the one that was most voted for, and for that I apologize. That story still needs to be outlined from beginning to end because I hope for it to be complex; so it won't be out for a while. The reason why I wanted to make you guys aware of this is because I won't be updating this story again until after that one is out. October's almost over so it won't be very long.
Second piece of news; I recently made a deviant art account (sad, I know, but I didn't have a scanner before) and I think I may make some comics for the stories I've written in my spare time. Would anybody like that? Let me know and I'll definitely get started. Except For Lost Years. I can draw scenes for this one and maybe short comics, but not one for the whole story. (Have you guys read this? This crap is long and its barely gotten started!)
Finally, I wanted to ask if there was anyone willing to color my comics for me? I don't have the program for it and I'd like to avoid just using color pencils and scanning the pages because that takes away from the quality. (And I suck at coloring. Isn't that pathetic?) X/ If you're interested I uploaded a promo for my first comic so if it looks good enough that you'd like to help me out -or you just want to see it- the link is on my profile. See you guys next update!