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Okay, I know I'm a horrible person. I either update to late or not enough. I'm not even going to try and cover for it this time. I have plenty of free time to type up chapters. Plenty. But, sadly, I don't. And, it'll be like this for a bit, until I can get a grasp on this site again.
If I am to continue writing this story, I will need your support. I need to be pushed to write more. I need encouragement. I'm not saying I didn't have it before, but I definitely need it now. And, if I do continue this story, we will have to go through the uneven updates together until I can obtain a steady flow.
With the boys
Boomer was just finishing his shower; Brick sat in the kitchen while eating some cereal and Butch was still asleep. The three boys, in a sense, were getting ready for their day of planning. Well, two of them were. Butch probably isn't dreaming about plans.
Brick checked the time before calling to his brothers. "Boomer! Butch! Hurry up, its almost time!" He shouted, putting his bowl in the sink and rinsing it.
"Time for what, Brick?" A deep voice sounded behind him. He blinked once, immidiately recognizing the voice. It took him a few moments to compose himself before he turned around to face his father. The appearance of his father wasn't... well, he wasn't easy on the eyes. That's for sure. He was an old man in his late fourties, but he certainly aged faster than his age itself. He seemed elderly, with a balding head of pure white hair, wrinkles, and the fact that he's always hunched over. If someone was to see him, they would definitely mistake him to be in his late eighties.
"Father. I am taking Butch to his detention." Brick relayed in his monotonous voice.
"Why must you take Boomer with you?" He questioned.
"We are going to scout out the girls." Brick answered as Butch stumbled into the room, a blanket sashed around him.
"Are you going to kill them this time?" He asked, frowning.
"We might. It depends on where they are. Sources tell me they'll be at... the mall today." Brick paused for a moment, pretending to look over his 'sources'.
"You know, dear Brick, at this point, I don't care where they are killed and who is around them when such an action is taken." His father growled.
"But what about us?" Butch slurred, rubbing his eye. "We'll get arrested!"
"I. Don't. Care." Their father reiterated. "I just want them DEAD, Butch! I want Professor to know the pain he had caused me when he took you three away!"
"Professor didn't take us away, Father." Brick blinked, his eyes flickering. "That explosion and shooting did." He said. Their father paused. He then shook a little, coughing and acting like an old man. Brick had to catch him from falling over.
"Butch... Brick... all I want is you and your brothers to be avenged." He choked out.
"Butch, bring him to the spare room." Brick ordered. The black haired brother nodded as he turned and left, the old man in his arms. Boomer walked past him, drying his hair. He looked towards his red headed brother.
"Dads here?" He questioned. Brick nodded, crossing his arms.
"Looks like whatever plan we make will have to accommodate some new... information." He murmured. Boomer looked scared as Butch came back. The brothers finished getting ready and left.
With the girls
"Buttercup! Get up!" Blossom shook her sister. She was already dressed for the day; a thick black sweater with black jeans and her sneakers. Nothing fancy.
"Five more minutes..." she muttered into her pillow. Blossom groaned.
"I'll dress you myself, Buttercup." She said, tugging at the edge of her pajama shorts. The black-haired sister shot up, smiling nervously.
"No need to do that!" She squeaked.
"What, do you still not wear underwear to bed?" Blossom taunted. Bubbles had peaked into the room, combing her hair.
"Ew, Buttercup. That's yucky." She said in a childish tone, sticking out her tongue and leaving the area. Buttercup groaned and hopped off of her bed.
"I'm up now, thanks to you." She directed towards her auburn-haired sister.
"You're welcome. Now get dressed!" The eldest ordered as she turned around and left the room, closing the door behind her. Before long, her sister came out of the room, clad in new clothes.
"I took a shower last night. Now lets go before I knock out again." Buttercup grumbled. Blossom giggled and called for their other sister. Bubbles quickly rushed out of her room, wearing gray sweats and a beanie. The two elder sisters guessed that she just couldn't find an outfit, as this was her 'I give up' set of clothes.
"Alright, lets go." Blossom nodded, leading the girls outside.
"See you later, Professor!" They all called, closing the door behind them. On the walk to school, Blossom was researching laws and rules of society to work later. She also researched backgrounds for all of their guardians. She was stunned by some of the info, as she never imagined it before.
"See you later, Buttercup!" Blossom heard Bubbles call. The eldest looked up to see the school in front of her and her sister walking in. "What do we do now, Blossom?" She asked.
"We wait, I guess..." she murmured. Just as she said that, a car pulled up. The boys hopped out of it, Butch walking past them and into the school while the other two walked towards the girls. Boomer hugged Bubbles, causing her to giggle. Brick placed a kiss on Blossom's cheek, which began burning red.
"I thought you were going to get that checked out." Bubbles commented, referring to the blush.
"I'm more occupied with the fact that we might still be killed." She replied, pushing Brick away. The four teens waited outside for the next hour for their siblings.
( a/n: it was at this point where dear Flamzey had raged quit. You see, she had typed up a whole lot more; the plan and everything. But her sneaky fingers clicked a button changed the page. She had not saved, that idiot. So now she must suffer the pain of typing it all again on another day. 11/22/14 )
( a/n: it was also today, the 25 of the same month and year, that Flame got the motivation to continue and finish writing this chapter, in order for her to say her thanks in time. )
Once the teens exited the building just an hour later, they all piled into the car and drove to the ice cream parlor. They were seated and their orders were taken. Once their waiter walked away, they began planning.
"Any ideas?" Blossom asked.
"Running away is always an option for you guys. You are eighteen, after all. Nobody can hold you back." Buttercup said, rolling her eyes.
"Our father will find us. He has chips in our brains that can override our own wills and make us do things that we may not want." Brick told her.
"Can he see what you guys see?" Bubbles asked.
"Yes. Well, no. I mean-" Boomer was cut off.
"He can't see or hear anything of ours. But he is able to hack into one of ours head-" Butch glared at Brick. "And watch us."
"He hasn't done so in years, though. And I would know if he was hacking me. I felt it last time, I'll feel it again." Brick crossed his arms. Blossom cut in, hands in her lap as she spoke.
"I have been researching our guardian's pasts and laws that have passed, and found many things. Besides Major being a pimp and Bellum being a stripper at one point in their lives, I found that the Professor had been researching everything and anything about the human body and if it was possible to be cyborgs."
"Major was a pimp?" Bubbles squeaked, eyes wide.
"I thought Bellum was still a stripper." Buttercup blinked, tipping her head to the side. The waiter came back with all of the ice creams balanced on trays, that seemed glued to his arms.
"Butch, didn't you see her at the strip club the other day?" Boomer asked as the waiter walked away.
"I thought I did-"
"Focus!" Blossom growled, slamming her fist on the table. They all looked back at her. Her bangs had moved, revealing her glowing pink iris. Buttercup and Bubbles straightened out real quick, knowing they would be frozen if they didn't listen to their sister. The boys followed in suit.
"Thank you." She murmured, continuing. "With laws, I found that you can indeed leave right now and not have to worry about school. So I figured that professor can maybe take those chips out of you and replace any hardware that might connect you to your father, then you guys can run and never look back."
"But..." Bubbles blinked, looking down into her lap.
"I refuse to leave like that." Brick said, frowning. "Pinky, we were made for you three. And you three will always be in our minds. And I know it will be hard to forget about us." He said. "There has to be another way."
"... well there is..." she paused, blushing and looking away.
"What?"
"Mmmm.." she muttered under her breath.
"Bloss! Speak up!" Buttercup snapped.
"Marriage! If you guys are to marry us then we, by society standards, are forced to follow you guys where ever we go, despite our age." She said in a rush. "But if we do that then we'll be stuck together for the rest of our lives."
Everyone was silent after that, either looking at their significant other or their laps in thought.
"How... could we marry? We're not eighteen yet." Bubbles asked.
"If our guardians give consent then we may marry at any age." Blossom muttered asshe ate a spoonful of strawberry ice cream.
"I see..." she answered back, welcoming the group back into silence. Well, until Buttercup broke it again.
"So is that the plan or not?" She asked.
"Is what the plan?" Butch asked her, smirking.
"You guys slowly take your stuff to our house, and one day when Professor is done taking out chips and shit, we all run to another state and live there for the rest of our lives." She repeated.
"Well, when you put it like that, it sounds so easy." Boomer chuckled. "But I'm up for it. Bubbles?" He looked towards her, reaching across the table. She took his hand.
"Yeah, sure. I'm up for it." She giggled. Butch and Brick's hands found their way on top of the love birds as the two said that they would go through as well. Blossom and Buttercup fell in suit, smiling.
"Then its a plan." Brick grinned, glad they worked things out.
Ohhhh a plannnn
Will it go through? :D
Alright alright I know I kind of shit this out just hush and let me explain.
Thanksgiving is here, and for those who don't know, its a day for giving thanks for what you have. Yes, its a holiday that exists in USA alone (I believe), but it is a day that should be celebrated all around so everyone can give thanks!
Basically I'm thanking you guys for being here through my journey of writing a fanfiction. I really appreciate it.