Buttercup's POV

My heart was throbbing into my throat, he...this can't be...He stood back up, looking mad but...I could barely breathe. I snapped out of it just in time to hear one of his friends snickering.

"Hey boss man, who's the dude? Looks like you got a new admirer, instead of a girl...ITS A GUY! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT SHIT!" One of them laughed. Ok, this was not my best moment but before he could say anything else, a swift kick in the nuts, made his friend crumble to the ground.

"Bastard! I'm a GIRL!" I screamed and the other guys backed away.

"Hey! Now that was uncalled for!" Butch actually looked red but then he sighed, looking at one of the kids, he asked, "May I see that?" He grab a water bubble.

My face turned bright red, I forgot...I'm in a different world...I looked up at him. The resemblance was too much, well he did look a little older; but the raven spiky hair (the left part was still cover the left part of his face) and those green eyes. He was wearing black short sleeve jacket with green markings all over it and it hung to his legs, black pants that stop right below his knees, long black biker boots, a just a green short sleeve shirt, on his left arm was a green band that went all the way to his hand which he was wearing a black fingerless glove. A silver strap was across his chest and he had this long weird spear on his back.

"Let me see, how about a test?" With that, he drops the bubble over my head, soaking me through, "No...wait...I do see something. Maybe you are a girl after all."

This again, seriously...why does everyone want to point out that I have no chest.

I have never been so mad in my life, I mean I was dry...I could feel steam coming out of my ears and also...tears coming out of my eyes. Fang was growling, ready to pounce.

I punched him in the stomach and then his face and I really don't know but a swift side kick to the back. He fell to the ground and Fang spat a lava ball at him, "YOU BASTARD! I WAS WRONG! YOU MAY LOOK LIKE HIM BUT YOU'RE NOTHING! YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" I stormed off, I wasn't going to let that bastard see me cry. I stormed into my room and I let everything out. It really hit me, he didn't know who I was...Butch my world, he knew better than to anger me...and...he liked me just the way I was. Fang licked my cheeks, purring and I heard a knock. I turned to see Mark, who was holding a box.

"You are upset, dear child."

I sat up, wiping away from tears, Fang tilted his head and meowed, he rubbed under my neck, "It's nothing."

" Dear child, you know you can't hide anything from-"

"From a seerer, I know...I know." I sniffed, as Fang gave me a love bite.

"I was going to say Bridgette, she saw everything and of course told the whole town."

"That fast?"

"I tell ya, she is a tornado or inhuman. I hope you won't let this ruin your good time at the Festival of the Windmills, it begins in an hour." He sat on the bed and took my hand, "Oh now I see...very bizarre, he reminded you of a very special friend back at home...from what I can sense...I see a connection between the two...very strange."

"Its just that...back at home...boys...I'm confused as a boy...and..and my best friends are gorgeous and I'm not but there was...I mean he..."

Mark pushed into my palm, "I see, now you look at me," he pushed harder and I did, "This must be hard for you, to see the same boy you like but treating you so differently...Now, you are a gem, you are pretty. Now, this guy from your world...he saw that...you just remember that. You are one of the prettiest, toughest, sweetest girl I know and I never saw a girl who could gobble down Muriel's stews in five seconds flat. I'm serious...sometimes I think you breathe that food in."

I couldn't help but laugh, "Thanks...Uncle Mark." He hugs me and placed the box on my lap.

"Your Auntie Muriel and I wanted you to have this." He wiped a tear away, "It's a protective..."

It was a headband, a green one with white wings on the ends, as I put it on, the wings were behind my ears. It did push back the hair from my face a little. I hugged Mark again and ran down to show Muriel, she was crying as well. I don't know why but...something was going on here.

"Now, I need you to be nice to that young man." Muriel suggested, as she hugged me.

"No way."

"Buttercup, you must be nice to him. He always comes for the Festival of the Windmills, he was actually happy that the wind came back...Now...at the right moment..Mark will tell him why?"

I was munching on one of Muriel's famous rice balls, "When hell freezes over and who cares about that asshole." I dropped Fang a piece.

"My dear, he's many things dear child...why don't you enjoy the festival. I have some bake goods to sell. Since the land around Cheina has been revived, business will be better than ever."

"Oh...I can help." I offered, snatching a string berry cookie. (Whatever a string berry is, they're good).

"Child, you would devour everything before it reaches the stall."

"No I won't." I snatched a piece of rumagra cake and ran out as Muriel chases me and Fang out of the kitchen.

This is the calm before the storm.