Seven years. Seven fucking dam years. I had been away from my girl for a fucking seven long fucking years. The good thing about being away from my girl for seven fucking years is, no there is no good fucking reason to be away from my girl. She was 15 when I last saw her and now she would be 22. She probably gotten a lot hotter in the time I have been away. I couldn't wait to hold her body against mine, love her body and make up for these past fucking seven years we have been apart.
The training HIM had sent my brothers and I through was a lot harder than I had originally thought it would be. At first my brothers and I were able to fight together, but that was only for about two years. After that easy two years on some monster infested island, Him took me to a separate place to fend for myself. I don't know where my brothers went, but I was taken to a desert. I was given no water, no food and was told to stay alive until he came back. I wanted to fucking kill that bastard. I almost died out there: hiding from sand storms, scavenging for food and water, then of course HIM forgot to tell me of the killer animals and barbarians who crawled and hid in the sand. In the beginning year, I had trouble straying from oasis to oasis trying to live, live to see and hold my beautiful girl again. She was my only thought for living, my only reason to go on and run from death's door.
The sand people soon became my only difficult enemy after half a year or so, it was hard to distinguish one day from the other; I rarely had enough strength to use any of my powers for longer than a few minutes. I had to always rely on my strength alone when I had to fight them; well I did until I saw her. It was near the middle of the night, and I was out in the middle of a desert. An oasis was about half an hour's flight away if I had to make a dash for it. That when five sand man popped out of the ground dragging a girl. I was half tempted to just walk away, this was none of my business, but I couldn't. One of the men started yelling at the girl and pulled her short black hair. She screamed in pain and something inside me shattered. "Buttercup!" I yelled and didn't hesitate in entering into a fight. They were an easy fight since they were unprepared, I use very little energy with my powers and they were down before any one saw me coming. Apparently, the girl that was being taken was the princess, and the last of her blood line. The men who had kidnapped her was part of a group that wanted an evil man as the new King. She was so thankful for her rescue, she welcomed me into the city and the people that were once my sole enemy out in the desert became my friends and companions.
Under the princess' leadership, and me as her commander and chief of her armies as well as her personal body guard the people thrived and trouble came to a slow crawl. I saved her life many times and it was saving her life that I gained new powers. It was about two years of serving her; I woke up with the idea that someone was going to make and attempt of her life. I rushed to her room and woke her up, telling her of my fear. At first she didn't believe me, but she went to her safe room just in case. A fun plan came to mind and so I actually laid down in her bed and waited for the attackers. They were stronger than I thought they would be, so I made the radical decision of using my powers and killing them. All I did was touch them and think of taking their life and they started suffocating. Purple and blue lines started spider webbing their way across their skin from where I was touching them, and usually in less than a minute they were on the floor dead. I could feel the rush of their life force coming into me and my body as if I was actually taking their life and extending my own. What I didn't expect was for the Princess to see me. She told every one of my powers and I ended being moved from a commander and chief to a demigod. I was worshiped and I ruled over everyone, not that I really minded be worshiped. However my only thoughts were living until HIM came back to take me to my girl. Two years of the extravagant lifestyle and HIM came, my brother included, and he took me away from the people who worshipped me, and now I was back.
"Buttercup, my dear, I hope you're ready for my return." I thought as I flew over to the house. She was only 22, if she had her own place her family would be able to tell me where it was. And if they asked why I wanted to see her, I would tell them the truth. She said we would be open about us when I returned. It couldn't wait to show off my prize girl to the world. Everyone would know soon who she belonged to and that I was the only man to have her. Her house was the same as I remembered it, not that I had much experience with the inside of her house. I had been in her room once for a few hours. The rest of her family was out for this ballet recital over in the next state and were staying in a hotel for the night. I would have stayed the whole night, but she got a call saying that they would be home that night because they didn't want her to be lonely so I couldn't sleep over like we had planned.
I flew into the window I knew was hers, and I was glad she left it open. She must have kept it open the seven years I was gone, so I could get back to her easily. Although, when I slipped in her large circular window she always use to use to fly out to defeat evil, something just didn't feel wrong. My heightened sense of perception was starting to be triggered but I couldn't figure out what it was; I was getting worried for my girl. It was almost nine on a fall Sunday, or at least that's what HIM told us, so it wasn't like they would be away on vacation, unless the goody two shoes were taking off from school. But I thought that was very unlikely. I listened and heard voices downstairs but I didn't want to be seen just yet, not until I knew they were the people I wanted to see. And besides I wanted my girl to see me before anyone else did. So after I recognized the voices of Pinky and Pigtails, I waited patiently in my girl's room for her to come, she had to come sooner or later.
It wasn't long before I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I couldn't wait to see me girl after all these years. I started to wonder what she would do when she saw me standing in her room after the fucking seven long fucking years. The doorknob turn and the door swung open. "Good night everyone," my girl called happily. She then turned and the girl that I saw was not the girl I had left. Her face looked the same but it was not Buttercup. She had long black hair in two braids down her back. My Buttercup hated long hair. She always told me it was too much to handle and she would never ever let her hair grow long. Even from across the room I could tell she was wearing make-up, it wasn't bad looking actually it was the exact opposite really, she looked beautiful with it on. I knew my girl did wear a little make up some times but that was more because I couldn't help but mark up her skin. It was only because she wouldn't tell anyway she was mine, so I came up with other ways to show people that she was taken. However, what she had on was way more than a little cover up. The major thing I noticed that was wrong was that she was wearing a light green dress. It flowed all the way down to her knees and she had not enhanced it with her style: no black, no rips or tears, and no skulls; it was as if it was just bought off the rack. Our eyes locked and I couldn't believe the girl I had waited seven long fucking year to see, the budding flower with the honey tasting lips, my beautiful Buttercup was the girl in front of me. I would have yelled at her if she didn't scream first. Her sisters quickly came up behind her to calm her down but froze when they saw me. I knew I should have left before they came, but I couldn't take my eyes off the Buttercup impostor so I could leave.
"Butch?" Pinky said, staring at me as if I was a ghost. I know it had been seven years but they didn't think my brothers and I were dead, right? "Where have...? When did you...? What are you doing here, in our house? How did you even get in?" She asked moving in front of the not Buttercup as if to protect her. She didn't have to worry about me attacking anyone. I wouldn't hurt this impostor, not unless she refused to tell me where my girl was. Pigtails also stepped in front of Buttercup's look alike, as the look alike looked away from me and at her feet. What was wrong with her that she needed these two girls to protect her? If she really was Buttercup, which I was sure she was not, then she would be protecting them not the other way around.
"I got in through the open window, genius." I said pointing in the window behind me and I only got an eye roll in return. "Now you are answering my questions. Who is that girl behind you and where is my Buttercup?" The girl behind them snapped her head up and looked me in the eyes. Was this girl really my Buttercup? It couldn't be, not with the dress and make up and everything. This just couldn't be my kick ass girl I loved and left behind seven years ago. "And don't you dare try to lie to me. I want to know exactly where my girl is now."
"Your Buttercup? Your girl? What do you mean by that?" The girl behind them said almost shuddering. I couldn't believe this girl, this just couldn't be the Buttercup I left behind. I was not going to believe it until I got some good answers. "I'm Buttercup, but I don't know who are. And why do you say I'm yours? I don't believe that you own me." Her sisters tried to keep her quiet but it was too late. I was frozen and just stared at her with wide eyes and an open mouth. What had changed to make my girl so, so... girly? And why the fuck did she forget me?
"Butch, what do you want here? We have lived a happy life with you and brothers gone. All the other villains in the town have given up trying to take over. We hoped you had too. Why did you come back, and why did you come here?" Pinky said. I tried so hard to keep my anger down, I really did. I could feel it starting to bubble up and I didn't know how long I could suppress it. I had already scared Buttercup today, and if she really did forget me I didn't want to scare her more.
"Shut the fuck up, Pinky." I said calmly but my anger was not hidden. I could even taste the venom of my words on my own tongue. "My brothers and I were training and now we are back, stronger than you girls could ever wish to beat. All I wanted to do here was see my girl. I won't fight you and I see no use in hurting anyone, I just wanted to see Buttercup. Buttercup was my girl, as in my girl friend although she never liked that word, made her sound too girly in her opinion. We were going out for three years before I left to go train seven years ago. I haven't been able to see her since the day I left, all I wanted to do was see her." I locked eyes with Buttercup and whether it was by some sort of mind control, or captivation she pushed past her sisters who were accusing me of being a liar and walked right up to me.
"You mean you really were my boyfriend?" She asked. She still seemed scared but she was putting on a brave front. I didn't know who she trying to be brave for: me, her sisters, or herself? "When I lost my memory, I didn't even remember my name. My sisters had to tell me everything about my life, and even now it still seems like it wasn't my life at all. It feels like I am living someone else's life." Her sisters seemed just as surprised by her statement as I was. Why was she fooling her sisters like that? I knew she kept things from her sisters, our relationship was one of them. Maybe she kept a few things like her real self, but I still don't know what happened to her. "Then why is it when you said I was your girl friend, it felt real. I don't know why, and it doesn't make me remember anything but I can at least say that it doesn't feel like a lie. I don't know what I'm talking about. I'm sorry." She smiled, and then she laughed lightly, almost like an idiot girl.
"Buttercup, what are you talking about? You never said anything..." Bubbles started but both sisters were shocked into silence. I couldn't truthfully control my own body, not that I really minded. After fucking seven years away from her, and I didn't even have the pictures I took of her on my phone, the battery had died after a week and there were no electrical outlets in the forest or desert. I held her shoulder lightly and kissed her softly. They were just like I remembered them to be, the honey flavoring, the sweetest lips I had ever tasted on the most beautiful girl I had ever met. It felt refreshing to press my lips onto her's, something so familiar to me was in my grasp, so close to me pressed so tightly against me. She pushed away from me before I wanted to let go, and backed away from me, covering her mouth as if I had hurt her. My hand stayed floating in the air, trying to get a hold of my girl again.
"Wait, I..." I didn't know what to say. It wasn't the first time I kissed her but then again it was the first time to her. I had told her she was my girl for three years, why was she acting as if I am just some random guy who just walked up to her, maybe I was. I needed to have her memories back, with her memories she would not only remember me, but be the tough girl she was. I was pretty much sure that her sisters would agree with me to have the old Buttercup back. "What happened? To makes her lose her memories that is, how did she lose them? And how did she end up like this?" I switched looking at Pinky and Pigtails. The moment I found out how it happened there was going to be hell to pay, I would see to it personally. I was getting angrier with their delay. Did they feel guilty for this happening and that is why they weren't telling me? Did they do something really stupid and let Buttercup get injured like this? "Tell me now, dam it! That is if you don't think you can take me. Only one who could really fight me was my Buttercup, and this girl doesn't look like she could hurt a fly let alone me." I yelled pointing at the girl in front of me. I wasn't going to let them keep this a family secret. I loved Buttercup and I knew she loved me too, I wanted my girl back in my arms so I could make up for the past fucking years I was fucking away from her.
Pinky and Pigtails looked at each other worried. Why weren't they telling me what I wanted to know? Buttercup uncovered her mouth and held her hands before her as she spoke, never looking me in the eyes. "We don't really know what happened." She said, sadness in her voice. It was understandable but that didn't tell me anything. If I had to fight it out of them, then I would and I would not hold back. I wanted this information and the old Buttercup could have told you I got everything I wanted.
"Some years back, Buttercup didn't come home for a few days and we were obviously worried. We, Blossom and I, searched for her everywhere and when we finally found her one night, about a week after she had gone missing, she was asleep near the edge of the volcano Mojo's lab is on, using someone's green shirt as a blanket." Pigtails explained. I wondered why she was back near my house, am I partly responsible for her memory lost? Had she snuck back into my room to get one of my shirts? I did remember her telling me when she was helping me pack for my trip that she might steal a shirt from me. She laughed and brushed it off as a joke when I asked why, but she had still asked. "We brought her back to the Professor as quick as we could, and under protest, a lot of protest. She didn't want to leave, she kept saying she was waiting for someone." All eyes were shifting from person to person, all except for Buttercup's, who kept her eyes on her hands and feet in front of her.
"We asked her who she was waiting for, but she didn't know." Blossy said, taking over the story. "I asked her if we were the people she was waiting for, but she said no. She said she didn't know who she was waiting for, but she would know who it was when she saw met them. We took her back to the house and when the Professor looked her over. He said he could do nothing to help with her amnesia and we just had to wait to see if they would return naturally." Both sisters looked her Buttercup sadly. It must have been terrible to have their sister back but she wasn't there at the same time. I looked at Buttercup as well, if she never had her memories she would have been like this, not the kick ass tomboy from her past but a girl who acted like ... well a girl.
"Even if I can't remember who I was, I have made a lot of new memories and met a lot of new people and gotten like them all." Buttercup smiled but lost it when she heard me growl. I couldn't really control it. She had forgotten about 'us', did that mean she had another guy? Had she loved some other man? No man was going to take my Buttercup away from me, I was never going to let it happen. She would be mine even if I had to locker her up in my room for the rest of her life. She must have known I was unhappy about her words because she quickly tried to fix them. "I haven't had any boyfriends, only girlfriends. Well, it was more my sisters and their friends. I mean they are my friends too, and they have tried to get me with a guy but it just never felt right to be with another guy. That is probably because I somehow remembered you, and I just couldn't..." She stopped herself from babbling and tried to hide a blush but I saw it anyway. She may be different from when I last saw her, but she was still the adorable girl I left behind.
"How long?" I was thinking of how we could start all over on our relationship. In this state she wasn't really my type but I could change her, right? Or maybe we could start back were we left off. I could tell her everything and maybe she will remembered. She said she remembered we were going out, at least sort of, why couldn't she get her memories come back when I told her everything we had done together? But then again we were still apart from each other for seven long fucking years. The blond and red haired sisters exchanged another weary look.
"It has been seven years." Bubbles said softly, staring at her green sister. It was at her words that I felt something inside me snap. I curled my hands into fists and my jaw was clenched so tightly that my teeth were starting to hurt. Seven fucking years. Seven fucking dam years. "Are you okay, Butch?" Bubbles whispered hesitantly. I growled loudly with anger. Buttercup's sisters took a step away from me, noticing the area around me getting sticky with anger. I guess they didn't want to test me right now. Their sister was not so smart, then again she didn't remember how violent I could get. She walked right up to me and raised her hand to touch my shoulder. That is she tried to, before she could touch me, I gripped her wrist making her cry out in pain. "Buttercup!" Her sisters called out together. They took a step forward but stopped and retreated when I squeezed Buttercup's wrist harder.
"So you're telling me that she lost her memories the day I left?" I growled. I thought back to my nights in the desert. My only reason to live, my only purpose in surviving to the next day was to get back to my loving Buttercup. All that time of only thinking about her, I wasn't even on her mind. I turned my attention on to girl who wrist was still being held in my tight grip. I didn't even notice her trying claw at my hand to get her freedom. I only held on tighter and she cried in pain again. I wanted her to know my suffering. "While I was suffering, trying to stay alive so we could be together again, you were just prancing around? And I bet your sisters never even told you about me, now did they?"
"Please, stop. I'm sorry I don't remember you, just please let go of my hand. You're hurting me." Buttercup complained. I sneered at her. How dare she apologize for forgetting. She knows nothing of the pain I was feeling because of her. That's when I noticed the tears rolling down her cheeks. These little bits of water on her face were able to douse my anger like they always did. I couldn't stand seeing my girl crying. I threw her body at the feet of her sisters. They rushed to her side and tails rush to check for a broken wrist. I had almost wished I had broken it but I knew I couldn't cause her that much pain. Buttercup may not be the girl I left behind and strived to return to, but she still looked the same. Pinky stood up ready for a fight but I couldn't stay here any longer, not with the way Buttercup looking at me like she was. Only fear and sadness shone in her green lifeless eyes full of tears right now.
"Coming here was a complete waste of time." The three girls in front of me just stared at, probably wondering what I was thinking about. I wasn't thinking anything. My mind was black and I could feel my heart breaking with every moment that went on. I stepped closer to the window ready to fly out. "Forget I was ever here, it was pretty easy to do the first time, you should be able to do it again." I turned and flew out the window.
"Butch, wait!" I stopped before I got too far and turned to see Buttercup at the window. I couldn't tell if the pain in her eyes was from her wrist or from me leaving. I looked away from her to stop her from seeing the pain in my own eyes. I wanted to fly back to her, hold her in my arms again. I would never stop loving Buttercup, if she had her memories or not, but I couldn't go back. I had to get over the fact that the Buttercup I had left was not the one standing at her window calling for me.
"I came back to find my beautiful girl who I loved so much. She was my only reason to survive for the long years that I was gone. And now that I am back, I find that she is seven years dead." I didn't wait for a response before I flew back home. I ignored my brothers and the monkey, even though I was surprised he was still there, and locked myself in my room. I flopped down on my bed and for the first time in my life, I cried.