For the recorded, I'm not dead. Just been busy. Thank you to those that reviewed and guess the last chapter. Yes, Butch is Hercules and Mike is Phil, for those you got that on, too. I hope you guys are still here despite my late update.

~Rosa~

Chapter Five

Brush combing through chocolate-brown hair, Bunny hummed a melody. She would have to say that today was a (damn) good day, minus fighting with her boyfriend and Butch. Though in her defense, the two were idiots and yet, she loved them both, dearly. Some days more than others but she could live with that.

Even still, if she had to choice which part of the day she liked the best, she would have to say seeing her cousin in her room. The redhead was positively beaming with joy as she explained her great escape (runaway) and now she needed some place to hide from her father. Grant it, Bunny was more than thrilled to see Blossom out of her house but the purple-eyed teen wasn't sure if this was the best way. Regardless on what she thought, Bunny agreed to help her cousin and of course, Robin did, too.

Blossom had told them that after Bunny left that she had made up her mind and she was going to see the world or the town whether her father liked it or not. That meant she has three days to find a place to hide before her father caves on his punishment, goes to her and finds her missing. Her brothers knew of her plan and were covering for her back home but once the third day came, Torridon would demand to see her and nothing would get in his way.

Bunny and Robin couldn't tell their parents and they would have to find a place for Blossom before then. The girls knew that this will be the first place Torridon would look.

The plan was simple enough. Find someone who was willing to hide the world's famous music director's daughter and not use her for ransom. If not, face the wrath of an extremely angry, paranoid, overly portative father.

Yeah, nothing wrong with that.

The question was whom should Bunny ask? Who was capable to hide Blossom and not freak once they saw her pink eyes and know who her father was? What Blossom needed was someone who could stand their ground and not panic. Someone that was able to handle her when she started to wonder off and who doesn't need the money. She needs...

Bunny stopped brushing her hair and smiled. Oh, she knew who to ask and now that she thought about it, her cousin and him would be perfect together, too. She looked for her phone but stopped and crossed her arms as she shake her head.

"You're losing your touch. Now, get the hell off my bed before I make you."

She turned around to see a young man lying on her bed. He sat up and smiled at her, brushing his blond locks out of his face, his cobalt blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "Nice to see you, too, Bun-Bun."

"Why must you call me that? You know that hate that name. Why can't you be a normal person, Boomer, and just simply call me Bunny?"

Boomer laughs as he jumps off her bed. He gives her hug and a peck on the head before answering. "Because, Bun-Bun, I am nowhere near normal."

Bunny sighed. That much was true. Boomer wasn't normal. In fact, he was so far from that, she wasn't even sure if she should call him strange. Boomer was a theft with a golden-heart. Everything he took was never for himself. He always gave the money to the poor and he would even help the needy if he saw them in trouble. It was just too bad that Bubble's dad and his police force didn't see that.

"So, how's the fam?"

Bunny walked away and grabbed her phone, strolling through the contact list. "They are doing fine. Are you staying the night? Dad and Mom will be happy to see you, no doubt, Robin will, too." He didn't answer right away and Bunny put her phone down once more and walked over to him.

Boomer was like her brother. She could still remember when her family took him in and raised him. He was a joy to have around but when he turned eighteen and graduated high school, he left. From time to time, he would come back and visited them but he never stayed. Even still, he made the same face when he was lost in thought and Bunny was the only one that would noticed.

She placed a hand on his cheek and turned his face towards her. "What's wrong? What did you do this time?"

Boomer smiled sadly and sits back on her bed. "Think I'm in love and it won't end well."

"Who is she?" Bunny sits next to him and waits for the answer.

"Oh, no one special, really. She's just the daughter of Chief Leonidas." Boomer snorts. "The irony of my life, right? I'm number one on his list and I fall in love with his daughter. Boy, what a way to make him hate me even more."

Bunny blinked. Here she was, sitting on her bed with the town's greatest theft (hero) and he was telling her that he fell for Bubbles. Again, she had no idea what to think but before she could act, she needed to make sure that Bubbles felt the same or had some kind of feeling for Boomer. Then and only then, would Bunny get herself involved with this forbidden love both (maybe) her friends found themselves in.

"Tell me how it happened."

Boomer just looked at her and grinned.

...***...

Boomer sat there, watching the people walking in the park as he hid in the trees. No one could see him and that was what mattered. He didn't want anyone knowing he was there, not after last night.

He sighed at the thought, life wasn't fair at all. It could have been whose, he thought. Somehow, he lucked out and had gotten a family. He was able to grow up as a normal kid and go to school but something was missing. He was so lucky to have met the Utonium's and be raised by them but not many people were as lucky as him. He didn't know what but something clicked and after graduating, Boomer left to go help "his kind."

Wouldn't have been better if he had gone to college instead, became somebody and help the needy that why? Well, yes, he could have. Then again, there was that part of him where wanted to do something different and being the ever-so-difficult kid he was growing up, decided that he would help more if he became an outlaw of the sorts. Too bad most citizens viewed him as just a common thief. He didn't care that he was thought that way but being compared to a common thief was insulting to say the lease. Didn't they know that he was the one that left them money to help pay their debts? Didn't they know that it was him that helped them if they were being mugged?

If he was going to be viewed as a thief, people could at least view him as something more than just a common thief. He helped people for heavensakes; he should be called the Lord of Thieves, or the Prince of Thieves.

Boomer smiled. Prince of Thieves sure had a nice ring to it. Maybe he'll tell Bunny whenever he saw her again. Yeah, he liked the sound of that.

And it was that kind of attitude that had him hide up in the trees, away from prying eyes.

Still, last night was fun. He chuckled, running his hand through his blonde hair, his cobalt blue eyes scanning down from below. The robbers almost got away with the loot but Boomer and his gang got there just in time. It was just too bad that the robbers had no skill of fighting and after it was all done, the cops finally came and Boomer was framed for stealing the money.

Well, he did take the cash instead of handing it over and he didn't really take it, he just sort of borrowed it and gave it to the needy. That wasn't bad, right? So, until the heat cooled down from him (again), Boomer just had to stay hidden.

His eyes caught the sight of a blond beauty walking in the park. He watched as she walked without a care in the world before sitting under the tree he was hiding in. There was something familiar about her but he couldn't figure it out how. Boomer tried to lean over the branch to get a better look when he heard a crack.

He looked down and saw the branch he was on began to snap. "Damn..." and with that, Boomer fall.

...***...

Bubbles was humming to herself, enjoying her new-found freedom. She escaped from her uncles and ran to the park. She was sitting underneath a tree when she heard a crack and looked up. She almost screamed as she saw a boy falling down towards her. The blond moved out-of-the-way as a loud thud was heard. Dust flying up, Bubbles noticed that the boy didn't move but she was too sacred to see if he was okay. Instead, she found a stick close by and began to poke him.

He groaned and she yelped. The boy sat up and rubbed his head as he swatted the stick away. "Yeah, poking someone who just fall a good seven feet on to their face is a great method to check on them."

Bubbles face reddens slightly in anger. How dare he mock her? It wasn't her fault that he fell from the tree! "I wasn't the one that was so brainless to fall out of a tree in the first place!"

Bubbles got up to leave but a hand stopped her. She looked down to see the boy, no, man holding her wrist. He was older than she originally thought and despite his rudeness, he was handsome. Again, she felt her face going red as she looked him in his eyes.

"You're right. I'm sorry." He got up but he didn't let her go. Bubbles had to left her face up as he stood a good foot taller than her. "I didn't mean to snap at you like that. Are you alright? I'm sure that I scared you, so, I'm sorry for that as well."

She couldn't find her voice. She felt lost in his eyes and his touch was making it hard for her to think. Bubbles made a move to retrieve her hand back and the motion seemed to have reminded him that he was still holding it. He blushed slightly as he let go and dropped his hand.

"Sorry."

"No, it's okay." Bubbles pushed some of her hair back and looked back at him. "I'm fine but I'm the one that should be asking if you're okay."

He laughed and leaned back on the tree. "I'm fine. I've had worse."

Bubbles couldn't help but smile at his laugh. It was just warm and inviting. "That's good to hear. I'm sorry for snapping at you as well." She looked down to her feet before looking back up at him. She wasn't sure why he made her feel so nerves but he did. "So, um, are you new to the town? I don't think I've seen you around before."

The smirk he gave her made her think that he was hiding something but he was going to tell her. "No."

"Oh."

Bubbles and the blue-eyed man just stood there in silence. She took the time to look at him. His wavy, long blond hair was a few shades darker than hers and it barely passed the tip of his ears. He was lean but by the way his muscles flexed, she knew he was strong. He had this aroma of a child but inside of a grown man. There was something about him that was oddly familiar to her but Bubbles didn't know what it was.

"You know, you seem strangely familiar to me, have we met?"

He was about to answer when she heard two voices screaming her name. Her eyes widen as she turned around. There running towards her, where her uncles. They had found her. Bubbles sighed as she turned back to say good-bye but when she looked back, he was gone. She stood there, confused at what just happened as Pumba reached her first.

"Bubbles, you had us worried. Come on, we should get you home."

He led her way, Timon heaving behind them. Bubbles looked back towards the tree, where she met the strangest man in her life. "Did you see where he went?"

"Where, who went?" Timon looked up to her.

"The guy I was talking to."

Pumba looked at her as they continued to walk. "We didn't see anyone there but you."

Bubbles didn't say anything. She was sure that he was there. It wasn't her imagination. His touch, his laugh, everything felt so real and she couldn't forget how he seemed so familiar to her. Whatever it was, Bubbles was going to come back and hopefully, he'll be there.

...***...

Boomer watched within the trees as she was taken away. Bubbles. Now, he remembered. They were just kids the last they saw each other and even then, she was beautiful. Now, a grown woman, Boomer couldn't deny she was beautiful than before.

He wasn't sure if he should be happy that she couldn't remember him but it was better that way. Even if he wished that she could remember him. She wasn't his anymore and after that day, she never would be. Bubbles deserved more than what he could offer. Still, it didn't hurt to admire from afar.

His heart pounding, Boomer sat there until they were out of sight. After all those years, he thought his feelings for her were gone. Who would have guess they were just hidden.

...***...

"So, this is the same little girl you fall for as a kid?"

Boomer was lying down on Bunny's bed. He was tired and all he wanted to do was sleep. "The very one. It doesn't matter anyways, after what happen back than, it's better that she doesn't remember me. I'm going to bed. Night, Bunny."

Bunny watched as Boomer made his way to their spare room. She knew of that day. She was the only person that Boomer told. After all those years, Bunny never knew that Boomer still blamed himself for that day.

"Good night, Boomer."

A yawn escaped her mouth as she lay down. Tomorrow she would call Brick but for now, she needed sleep. Today was just too much for her. Eyes closing, Bunny was almost asleep when she heard a scream and it was coming from the spare room.

"Shit."

Bunny jumped out of the bed and ran towards the other room. She had forgotten about Blossom.

Thank you for the reviews: ColdBlueGirl, Garucca-Lover24, Dynamite102, Gabriel The Demon Prince (which by the way, I think your name is so awesome!), and Flutejrp

Special thanks to Garucca-Lover24, Dynamite102 and Flutejrp for guessing right on which character Brick is. Like I said, it was really hard to pick one for him and yes Dynamite102, I thought the Beast would fit well with Butch but, I found one that fits even better with him. So, with all that being said, I hope everyone is enjoying 2013 so far and this chapter is all about Butch. Can you guess which one he is? ~AR~

Chapter Six

Bunny was driving to the Olympics Gym, her mind still reenacting the conversation she had with Brick, just minutes ago. She would be lying if she didn't think that Brick would forever be alone with only his misery as company but, it would seem she was wrong. And if there was one thing the purple-eyed female hated was being wrong. Something that her and Blossom had in common.

It would appear that Brick knew of her past time hobby of playing Fairy Godmother (Robin found it funny how Bunny would refer to herself as such) and wanted Bunny to set him up with someone, ASAP. Though, when asked why, the beast with human skin wouldn't say. Well, he more of barked at her for prying into his business and that she needed to learn some manners. Now, that she thought about it, her ears were still ringing from the horrible roar over the phone.

Either way, Bunny had no choice when the phone was cut off. Even though Brick was a hotheaded, temper tantrum three-year-old in adult skin, he was still her friend of three years and Bunny couldn't say no. No matter how confused she was by the unusual request. Besides, she thought of this as a challenge and Bunny Utonium never backed down from a challenge.

Then again, the more she thought about it. The more Bunny realized that she already had her hands full as it was. She was already having a hard time looking for someone for her cousin, a chief's daughter and an overworking, spite fire.

She just didn't have any time for Brick, did she?

Stopping at a red light, Bunny thought about Brick. She thought about his characteristics. He was overbearing, demanding and didn't like anyone telling him what to do. He was the type that like to lead, not led. He had a habit of hitting people and making them feel stupid. All that was fixable but it was his temper that would be his downfall. One wrong move or word and Brick would snap. He was an untamed animal and even though Bunny could see past that, he really needed to control is anger problems.

Deep down, Brick was an okay guy with the knack of protecting and caring for his family and friends.

Light green, Bunny drove off while still deep in thought. Who Brick needed was someone who was stubborn enough to not cower from his anger. That wouldn't run away but stay. A person who had a caring heart and see past the cold-stone Brick.

Who Brick needed was...Bunny didn't know.

...***...

Grunts were heard with every punch and kick that was thrown. A young man with black hair spiked, punched and kicked the gray, worn out bag that dangled up front. A normal person would have someone hold the bag steady but he wasn't normal. Butch could never be normal, even if he wanted to.

For him, being normal was lifting ten times the weight that a normal body builder could lift. For him, being normal was working out for hours on straight with no breaks and not breaking a sweat. For him, being normal was watching his own strength when he would hug his mom. For him, being normal was being an abnormal freak of nature that could snap the necks of grown man like a toothpick.

All the joys with having Myostatin, a disease that made him stronger than ten men put together. This was his normal. This was what being normal was to Butch Maynard Duke and he hated everything about it.

As a kid, Butch had a hard time playing with kids his own age. He couldn't play the normal games like Tag or Dodge Ball. He was just too strong and he would either be pulled away by an adult or the group of kids would stop and wait for him to leave. Butch tried not to let it affect him but he couldn't help it at times. His life felt like a Living Hell and it only got worse as the years went by. Because by then, people knew that if Butch was around, trouble was sure to follow.

It wasn't until high school did Butch found his calling but it was only after he tried joining teams that didn't end to well. He tried playing Baseball but he would throw to hard, hit too far or crash the ball. When he tried Football, he injured the players when he knocked them down, deflate the ball when he kicked it or bend the bars when he ran into the uprights. Soccer wasn't any better along with Basketball, Tennis, hell, he even tried playing golf. It came down to where he wasn't allowed to join any of the school's sports.

He kind of became a loner because of what he was and it was because of that, Butch found himself in his first fight. He remembered walking home, cutting through the park. He remembered a large group of guys walking towards him. He could still feel the first punch thrown at him. He remembered how his body started to twitch and he started to get excited. His blood was pumping and the next thing he knew, he was standing in the middle with bodies out cold.

Butch knew what he would do. He wanted to become a boxer and that was the day he first met Bunny. He was just sixteen where she was fourteen at the time when he walked into Olympics Gym to start his training on becoming a Pro Boxer. She was the only person that didn't seem to mind being around him and actually started to train with him. For the first time, Butch felt like he actually belonged somewhere. She even found him a trainer, Mike Believe, who later on became her boyfriend even though he was older than her by five years.

With a crocked smile, Butch swung his leg for a high side kick, sending it off the hinges. There was a low whistle and he turned to see Bunny.

"You're luckily that Mike owns this place or he would be asked out of a job and you a trainer." Bunny placed her bag down and pulled out fingerless gloves before putting them own.

"I thought you wouldn't be here today. You're kind of late." Butch crossed his arms as he watched Bunny try to pick the fallen punching bag.

"Yeah, well, I had a rough day." She tried once more, barely lifting it off the ground before she last her grip. There was a light thud and Bunny pushed some loose hair out of her face. Butch chuckled but stopped when he saw her glaring at him. "Well, are you going to help or stand there like a chicken shit?"

Butch didn't say anything as he walked by her and lift the bag with one hand. She only huffed and crossed her arms, hating the fact that he made her feel so weak at times. There were times that she really hated him and his super strength.

She felt strong arms wrapped around her waist before pulling her close to a firm chest. She couldn't help but smile knowing who it was. "Is my little Bunny angry, again?" Bunny leaned her head back as she felt Mike nuzzling his nose on her neck.

"No, but I will be if you keep doing that." She laughed a little as Mike continued on with his nuzzling. Two years together and she loved him with all her heart.

"I think I'm going to barf." Mike stopped and the couple looked to see Butch pretending to throw up. Seeing that he had gotten their attention, the green-eyed man stood up straight. "Now, that you two are done. How does tonight look, Mike?"

Mike gave him a thumbs up, one arm still wrapped around Bunny's waist. "It's all good. Tonight, your fighting some dude called Big Billy."

Bunny looked between the two, confused at first but then it clicked. "I thought you guys promised no more illegal boxing!"

"Babe, Honey, it's okay."

"Yea," Butch chimed, "it's only illegal if you get caught."

Bunny only glared before pulling out of Mike's embrace and picking up her stuff. "It doesn't matter. What if you guys get caught? Then what?"

"While, for starters, I'll just have my dad clear the charges against us." Butch shrugged his shoulders as if it was the easiest thing to solve. "No big deal."

"Just because your dad is well-known lawyer, doesn't mean he can help!" Bunny sighed as she covered her face with one hand. Her headache was coming back. "You know what, I'm out. I can't do this. You two have fun being stupid."

She walked out but even still, she could still hear Butch screaming after her.

"It's the only place where I could do something that I love and not get shit about my strength!"

Bunny bit her lip, it was true. He couldn't go Pro because people that he was on Steroids. Illegal boxing was the only place Butch had but still, Bunny walked out of the gym. She just couldn't be there. She couldn't watch him and Mike getting caught and arrest because of it. Maybe she could talk to Bubbles for some help.