My body was moving mechanically. It's like my emotions were turned off, and if that is true, would that make me a psychopath? See... I was thinking the most absurd things. But seriously, would tha make me one. My thoughts continued to ramble as I trained with Katherine. She has been watching me differently since I stepped through the door. I've had no response to her constant starring. Lately my mind and heart have been in different places. Robin's party was 3 days ago...3 days since Butch and I have communicated in any way. 3 days of constant, focused training. 3 days of this ominous cold and dragging feeling. 3 days. I pulled myself out of my trance when I smelt smoke. "BUTTERCUP, STOP!" As I realized what happened, I seized the flames around me. Letting go of something, I didn't know was there; anger.

"What just happened?"

"You were using your powers based on your emotions, not your head. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine" I got up off the dojo floor, to stretch my legs. "I think I s-"

"You should tell me whats been on your mind. You've walked around here like a mummy. Coming in early mornings and leaving late nights, like you have nothing to do in-between"

"I don't. Getting my revenge and getting to my parents is my main priority. Nothing else" She leaned closer to me, emphasis on her wide eyes..

"You sure there's nothing else? Something significant changed 3 days ago...You don't wanna talk about it?" I walked away from her, rolling my eyes. This old woman just want some good gossip.

"Nothing to tell."

"Lying only harms the soul."

"But it keeps away the creepy old women" I sat ont he nearby bench, taking a swig my water. She stood in front of me.

"Whatever it is, its effecting your skills" I almost choked. How dare she try to lure me in with something so sacred to me.

"Not gonna work" She manifested a ball in her hand and held it in front of my face.

"Move the ball" I slapped it our of her hands. She frowns at me, "Not what I meant. Mentally, move the ball." She manifested the ball and held it in my face again. I focused in close on the forest green ball. Forrest Green.. He memory of his seductive mischievous eyes burned in my mind. I longed for him t-...NO. I can't. The memory of our sweet passionate kiss fell upon my lips, tingling in our remembrance. The feel of his manly hands around my back, wrapped around my waist... How close we became, how well he knows me...

"BUTTERCUP!" I was pulled away to see the ball, expanded to the max in the shape of a heart. I imaged the ball smaller and it reduced in size. I looked up at Katherine, only to see her smirking. "Focus on other things you couldn't focus on the task at hand."

"The color of the ball distracted me"

"So what does that mean? The other of your enemies' hair will distract you too when they have a sword inches from your throat?! You need to be focused!" She smirked again, "So what exactly has your mind in a twist, obviously it's about a boy. Unless your into that type of thing.." My eyes widened at what she said. "What? I don't judge." I held my head in my hands. What does this old hag think about me?

"There is this guy..."

"What about him? What's his name? What's he like?"

"AHHH, too many questions! They all don't matter because he's the enemy." She looked at me seriously.

"Tell me about him"

"He's exactly what I need. He knows how to control me, how to deal with my emotions and everything. But I don't think he gets the true essence of me. He doesn;t know why I do wha i do and who I am" She looked at me directly in the eye.

"He knows you better than you know yourself, don't question it. believe it. He's the enemy, so what? Your heart and head must be in sync for you to react properly. You being in this state is not helping your training, therefore I'm giving you a week off to solve this problem. Take all the time you need and don't come back. Now I warn you, something in me tells me this is a bad idea, but I'm going to trust you. You need your heart and head in-sync about this situation. One week, Buttercup' She got up and began humming away, into the front room. I sat on the bench to process what she said. I had one week of nothingness to do...

I sat on Butch's bed, it was 4 pm and I didn't have shit to do. I looked around with hopes of entertaining myself...NOTHING. I went downstairs to bury my misery on food, only to find Boomer leaning against the corner deep in thought. "What's got your briefs in a bunch?" I went to the cabinet with the cereal and got down my favorite; Apple Jacks.

"Breakfast for lunch?" he gave me a questionable look, ignoring what I said.

"We live in America, everything's messed up. Stop avoiding my question" I assembled my food, before stuffing my face and listening to Boomer.

"Over the past few days Bubbles and I have gotten closer and I want to ask her on a date but is it too early?" I stared at him for a moment before replying.

"The fact that you are sitting her thinking about that, tells me that you really like her. No guy I know has ever sat and thought purely on a girl, and I know plenty of guys." I took another spoonful of cereal into my mouth and began to chew. "You really like her don't you?"

"I think so, but there's always that one thing that pulls you apart from someone, you know?" I nodded in agreecne.

"Yes, I know." I finished my bowl and sat there processing all that was happening around me.

"So what are you doing home, usually you're out and about. Why home so soon?"

"No reason specifically, I'm just gonna be here a lot more. Maybe for a week or two. Who knows, I have a lot on my mind that I need to clear out."

"Stuff like what?"

"Stuff I have no idea how to handle" I put my bowl in the sink and walked back upstairs before he could ask anymore questions. I closed the door behind me and changed my outfit for the day. I took out a black sheer sleeveless shirt with my lime green bralette and black short shorts with silver skulls on them. I didn't change in the bathroom, Butch wasn't home so why bother. As I was changing into my top, I heard the door open. I quickly turned around to see Butch, he was smirking. "Do you mind?! PERV!"

"How many times do I have to tell you it's my room!" I finish getting dressed in the bathroom as I came out, I tackled him to the ground. Thus the rough wrestling began. He was on top then I was and the cycle continued. From the floor to the wall to the bed then the hallway and back to the room, the cycle continued. This battle was like my feelings, it's pleasant but you don't want to end up on bottom.. Once Butch and I were back up on our feet, I managed to get on the upper hand and push him up against the wall. I tried to hand a playful punch in his stomach but he managed to push me onto the bed and pin me down. As I struggled against his grip, I noticed him trying to make eye contact with me. I tried to look away from this gorgeous forest green eyes...

"Buttercup" His voice was full of emotion. It was deep and husky, a complete turn on and he had my full attention. I gave in. I stopped fighting against him, and l gave into his eyes. He slowly inches closer and closer, dramatically. I rolled my eyes.

"Just kiss me already!" I lifted myself up to meet his lips and the kiss was unexpected yet so heated. Once I caught his lips and led him back down with me. His hand ran down my face, so soft and so subtle. I wanted to pull him closer but my hands were pushing us apart. He looked at me with desperate eyes. "Why are you doing this?'

"Because you know just as well as I do that we can't!"

"What are you talking about?"

"You know." She grabbed my face in-between his hands.

"Do you not remember me? The little boy who saved you years ago... That same boy who always watched you from a distance yet was never there for you to touch" I searched my memories for his eyes only to find them.. In the bushes, in my closet, anywhere he was there. i face him was realization. "That was me. I was always on your side. I repelled the feelings I once had for you because I know that you think we're enemies but we're not. We're on the same side, Buttercup. And no matter how much we want to deny it, we have chemistry together. It's a gravitational pull and we end up together. .. Don't fight it." I shook my head against his hands.

"You're lying." He looked at me with serious determined eyes.

"I'm lying? Tell me you don't feel this" He look his hand in mind and looked my directly in my eyes. I felt the rushing current going through us but I tried my best to stay unfazed.

"I feel nothing, but your hand can use a bit of lotion." He looked at me is disbelief before tossing my hand to the side.

"You know you feel it, and I'm going to make you realize what's really here!"

"There's this messy room..." He smirked,

"You know what I mean , Buttercup. Don't do that to us"

"There is no US. We're friends, if that. roommates to the least." I moved away from him, collecting myself and my emotions.

"roommates, huh?" He turned to me, and looked me directly in my eyes. "We have this connection Buttercup, undeniable connection, and fate will play this part." I stared at him as it all began to click in my head. I either listen to these feelings and live, or deny everything and die. Sounds simple right? No, something more goes into this... Will I get home? Will I be free? Will this gut feelings I get around him go away? Will I get answers? I don't know, but I know one things. Butch is right. Fate will play a part, but hopefully I can out-wit destiny.