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Meeting

Blossom

I comb my hair over and over again, thinking about what the Professor had said yesterday. I had asked what the liquid around the corner label Chemical X did. He had sighed, patted my head as if I was still a kid, and murmured that it made a miracle.

What miracle? Before I could ask any more it was time to go.

The Professor lives in a house like a rectangle, somewhere in our backyard. With three circle windows. I wish I lived in the Professor's home.

Once when I was 8 I had sneaked into his home when he wasn't around. I found a room that has bothered me ever since. I saw a girls room. A bed in the middle, stuff animals, a pink drawer in the corner, and 3 separate windows. The professor never mention he had daughters nor have I ever met them. But I felt at home in that room. Maybe it was built for our comfort when we were smaller. Who knows?

"1,352 Blossom! New record," Bubbles was watching from the bed.

"What?" I ask not sure what she meant.

She sat up in bed. "You brush your hair up and down 1,352 times!" she mentions. "I could never do that"

Bubbles hair was always out of control. She had such blond hair that would have long curls in the bottom. Her long curls made her hair tangle a lot with each other so she always tried to keep it in ponytails. Buttercup hair would be in the same messy condition, if not worse, if it wasn't for her keen on keeping it short. Speaking of which, she just walk in the room.

"Morning," she sat down in the bed.

"Good morning Buttercup! What a beautiful day," Bubbles swings her arms around her in a hug.

"Bubbles!" Buttercup tries pushing her away, but we all knew deep down she secretly likes being hugged.

I got up. I might as well start with the usual. Get up, wander around, comb my hair, go outside, and so on so on. I yawn, not because I was tired, but because my day was heading down boredonville fast. I open the door and walk out. I'm used to there not being anyone up this early, so I don't bother changing my night gown as I walk towards the kitchen. I go to the fridge fetching me a good old chewy granola bar when-

"Good Morning."

I almost scream. Unfortunately, the only reason I didn't scream was because I choked on the Chewy bar instead. I gulped down the remaining pieces down my itchy throat.

"WH-What are you doing in my house!" I gasp, trying to think of any self-defense techniques I know.

"Names Brick, I'm your new bodyguard," he introduces himself with a calm tone.

Bodyguard? I wasn't born yesterday. I remember seeing him at the restaurant not too long ago. I see a knife on the other counter and wonder how long I can make a dash for it before he turns around. I decided to take a risk. In a one-two- I dash for the knife. I retrieve it, turn, and aim it at him.

"Whoa! Calm down- it's not like I said I'm here to hurt you," he stops my arm, quickly.

"I don't need a bodyguard!" I narrow my eyes.

"Apparently that's not what your family thinks,"

" You're not a bodyguard,"

"Good so you met. Blossom put the knife down! Be nice!" My step-mother came through the kitchen door.

I place the knife down, but my eyes held his. He's not a bodyguard.

"Your father will be out for business next week as well. He wants your sister and you to have bodyguards for protection while he's gone. He sought the closest to your ages to connect better," she starts informing.

I broke my gaze from her.

"I don't need one! I can handle myself well enough! Remember? I'm studying to be an FBI agent. I know how to handle myself just fine," I cross my arms.

"Blossom, you're not an FBI agent yet. Would you mind going to change? You're wearing something a bit informal,"

I glance down, practically blushing the color of my gown. I mumble a sorry while I made a mad dash towards my bedroom. Bodyguard? Uh-uh something isn't right.

Butch

Nothing beat having the job of a bodyguard. Just standing and beating people up for getting even a tinsy bit close enough to who you're protecting. Bodyguards have it so cool. I'm really going to enjoy this little job for a while. I felt uncomfortable wearing a suit so I just came in my natural green clothes. A green "Whatcha lookin' at" shirt with black jeans. I guess it's time to go find this...Buttercup? Yeah, I think that's what Brick said her name was. Green wonder. Cool, at least she isn't bad looking or anything.

I wish I could just punch Steve in one single punch and just have our revenge that way. But...Brick is right. It's better to see the man crumble to pieces than just a punch. I already plan to avoid any conversation with him when he comes back. If so much as a word comes out of his mouth that offends me in any sort of way. I'm not sure I'll be able to control myself. I pass right through the kitchen. Apparently Brick and Blossom have met already.

So… Where's Buttercup?

I hear a door open and voices coming in the hallway. Boomer joins me as we wait for the girls to descend.

"Maybe we can tell the Professor about it I mean-," the blond one, Bubbles stop in her trail of words when she saw us.

My personal keep safe chick Buttercup immediately went into defense mood. Her hands clench, her eyes narrow, and she glare at us.

"Who are you? What do you want!" she snaps, her hands ready to attack.

Well maybe it won't be so bad being her body guard. I like girls who could fight in general.

"We're your new bodyguards-," I never thought I'd say that. I step down the stairs.

" The hell you are- look if you so much as stand five inches close to me. I'll make you wish you were never born! Got that! Go look for some pitiful girl who needs a bodyguard," Buttercup spat out, walking pass me.

...

Ouch. I follow her outside despite her warning. What was she going to do? Toss me?

"Are you deaf? I just said stay away from me-," she turns around furious.

There was something in her words. It was like a challenge waiting to be taken.

"It's my job to follow you," I say matching her tone.

What a stalker won't give to say that? If she thinks she frightens me with her talk. Sadly, she's mistaken. I don't get hurt or push off too easy.

"Creep. Just go back to where you crawled from," she snaps.

Crawl? What does she think I am? I easily thought of a comeback.

"Sure. Once you come out of the slop you came from," I reply with a smirk.

She stops, turning around with a deep glare in her burning green eyes. "What did you say?"

"My orders were to protect you, not say nice words to you princess,"

And then-BAM- If it wasn't for my fast reflexes I probably wouldn't have stop her. She sprang on me, like some tiger. It took me definitely by surprise. I had to fight for a second to regain my thinking. I stop a blow to my face.

"What's the matter big guy? Afraid to get dirty!" Buttercup slams my face on the ground.

Many emotions pass through me. From amazement to anger. My immediate defenses came back up like instinct.

"Pfft…if you call that I hit," I huff out.

She frowns. Just as I took the opportunity to knock her off me and down myself. I make sure I don't hit her too hard. I didn't want our plan to fail because I got fired on the first day on the job. Once she hit the ground she was back up just as quickly.

"Please, Bubbles can hit harder than that!" she smiles shortly and sprang at me again.

Punch-block-punch, punch, block- punch. Jeez, control yourself Buttercup. She's like an ongoing fire racket explosive that is not dying down, but firing back up. In spite of the blocking and punching back, I smile.

Bubbles

That one buff guy went after Buttercup. I smile. Just from seeing him I could tell he was going to fit Buttercup character no doubt. I turn to my gold protector. So this is my bodyguard? Funny. I didn't think he was bodyguard material. He looks just like a regular gorgeous guy from school. The quiet cool outgoing kid. I was an expert at human emotions and feelings so I notice he was a bit nervous, but he was trying not to show it by acting calm. I walk in front of him. He was just about my height. He was probably my age too.

"I'm Boomer," he says eventually, pushing his blond hair away from his eyes.

"Hi! I'm Bubbles!" I grin.

He was slow to smile, but he did. A small smile. I feel kind of sorry for him. Out of all the interesting girls he could protect, he had to be mine. Most people think I'm weird and awfully annoying sometimes. I hope I don't annoy him or make him think I'm weird. Come to think of it I didn't really need a body guard. I could protect myself dang well for a 17 year old.

"Want to see outside? I can show you my bird house and the garden. Do you like flowers?" I ramble on, but then just to tease him I add. "You can model for my art project wearing a flower necklace,"

Boomer eyes widen as he suddenly grimaces. I laugh and grab his arm. He instantly takes his hand back. I don't know what's with people and touching. I mean come on, it's only a gentle touch. I take it Boomer is a little shy.

"Just kidding," I say, leading him towards the garden. Maybe I can find out more about him.

Hey if Boomer is going to be my bodyguard at least we should get to know each other.

Blossom

I stay in my bedroom, pacing in complete denial. I wasn't going out there while some guy I hardly freaking know follows me around everywhere. I don't trust him. There's so much that unsettles me about that guy. Beats me. I refuse to go out there until I at least find out who the heck he really is. I glance at the window. Buttercup was having the time of her life down there.

Are bodyguards supposed to fight with the ones they have to protect? I never seen Buttercup lose to anyone or even struggle. Now as I watch them, all I'm thinking is. Wow, they're like a perfect dead match against each other. At the same time I notice Bubbles dragging the poor guy somewhere while she babble on about something. I smile in spite myself. I pull out my laptop. I swore I would never use Google as my tool for guy info, but I couldn't stop myself. These guys didn't fit my idea of bodyguards in the least. If they think I'm okay with a stranger about my age as my bodyguard they better think again. I type in google and begin browsing through Townsville's criminals and bandits lists.

Brick...Brick...-Brandon, Branson, Bree, Brinston, oh here it is... Brick RowdyRuff. Jackpot.

Buttercup

I feel the impact of his hand slam on my shoulder. I wince, only staggering back a little. He was holding back. I could tell by the way he slows down his velocity of the hit at the last second. I hate that even more than anything. HOW CAN HE BE HOLDING BACK? He's against me? Excuse me. ME! No one has so evenly match me in fighting. We're speaking about me, a girl who knocked people's teeth out since when I was only a girl. So now as I try to knock at least one of his perfect teeth I only manage a scratch. It's not until I hear a crack did I realize I sort of achieved something. He only cringes a little, but obviously his anger comes back quickly. This time he doesn't hold back. He gives me one punch to my stomach and knocks me down. My back hits the ground below me. That blow actually send shivers down my spine, all the way to my core. I gasp. For a moment I can't even get up.

Holy shit my whole back was getting fast pain.

" Ah Shit...are you okay?" he comes to me.

I stare at him with furrow eyebrows. Back in the restaurant I only got a small glimpse of him. Now, staring down at me. He's not the same. His eyes were truly green, like a rainforest. Deep green eyes. His hair...the heck is with that hairdo. His hair is like spiky and wavy black at the same time. How does that work out? Either way it was working perfectly for him. I frown, because never in my life had I seen someone so good looking. I shake my head, I sound like my sisters. Who cares if he's good looking and can fight damn well. What is he a gangster. The idea of asking him if he had tattoos came to me but I push it pass me.

I was ready to pulverize him back. The pain in my stomach only reminding me that I need him to get him just as bad. But just then I see my step-mother on the window, disapprovingly looking at me, with a shake of her head, and glaring eyes. I knew she wants me to stop fighting at that very moment. I sat up and sigh. Well later I'll fight him back when she's not looking and there won't be anything to stop me then.

" What's your name?" I ask, brushing dirt off my shorts.

''Butch," he says also standing up.

Butch. Hmm that sort of name fits him.

" Come with me before I regret it," I mutter already walking towards the infirmary.

" The sweet taste of victory," Butch murmurs behind me.

*twitch*

"Not even pal! Tomorrow! Rematch! Right there in the same place, same time!" I shove a box of bandages brusquely at him.

I do my best to clean my own cuts and bruises.

" Fine with me," he took the challenge.

No one has really challenged me after a fight. Bodyguard or not. I sort of like it when guys challenge me, thinking they'd win then realize I am not a pretty princess dimwit, and they lose. Butch though seems to live for challenges no matter what or who they were. I look at his hand. So that's what cracked. Crap, I didn't want to challenge him when he had an injury. He needs to not hold back at all. I want him giving 100 percent of his strength.

" Do you play sports?" I ask leaning on the counter.

" Yeah," he replies.

" Until your hand gets better to kick your ass. I suggest a friendly game of soccer won't kill you unless...you're scared of being defeated by a girl," I smirk, emphasizing on friendly.

Butch rainforest of green eyes lit up. " You're on Buttercup," he grins.

I keep from grinning back. Truth be told, I live for challenges as well. No matter who they are or what it is.

Boomer

I am completely amaze by her free, light, friendly spirit. I walk with her all over the garden. She did most of the talking. I only nod and gave short replies like " Yeah" " No" " Sure" She drag me practically everywhere in the garden.

"Do you like art?" she asks.

I wonder if I should be honest with her or pretend like I'm someone else. I didn't see a point in lying about something like art so.

" It's cool I guess," I shrug.

" What kind of art?" she asks.

" Any kind? Art is just art," I murmur.

She gasps. " How? No! Art can be so many things! Tomorrow we should have an art lesson," she sank down on the bench, with a smile on her face that made me want to smile back. Freaky. I wonder if this is part of bodyguard duty. I feel more like a butler than a body guard. I stood for a while, then decided it's okay to sit down next to her. She had already reach out to grab my arm 3-5 times.

" How come your brothers don't look alike? I mean you sort of do, but then have completely contrast of hair and eyes," she asks a moment later.

" I've been wondering the same thing for years. I guess we were born different," I shrug again.

" Hmm. Maybe you get it from your parents,"

I stiffen up. My parents. I start to wonder about my mom.

"Do you remember her?" she suddenly asks.

I froze.

" Your mother? Sorry it's just I'm good at reading emotions and when you stiffen up at the thought of your parents I wanted to ask about your mom. I never had a mom...that I know of. Only my step-mother Asudes," she explains.

Good at reading emotions?

" Um. No I don't remember her," I look at the soles of my blue shoes. " My mom died shortly after I was born. She was too weak or something. My dad once said it was because her immune system couldn't support the DNA enhancement -," I stop talking because I already have said to much. I had to stop myself before I could say anything more. Damn, I was so stupid to spit that out.

" Really?...I'm sorry," she gave me a genuinely sympathetic look.

That threw me off. Did she truly mean that? Who knew. Sure she had an angelic face, but I hardly knew her. She could be as worse as Steve for all I know. She studies my face. I felt a little awkward with her staring at me like that. A leaf landed on my hair. She smiles and grabs it from my hair. I back away too abruptly. Okay, really freaky. No one touches me hair just like that.

" Gosh I'm starving! Let's go eat," she jumps up with a smile.

She was strange, unique. As I follow her back to the house frowning. Bubbles is not exactly what I imagine. I shiver as I go back inside. Buttercup and Butch come out of the infirmary room with bandages and bruises covering their faces.

I smirk.

" What are you smirking about?" Butch glare.

I just shrug, knowing that would annoy Butch more. Though I knew he guess why I was smirking. Finally, someone had beaten up Butch. There goes his ego. Brick joined us giving Butch a deep frown.

" Are you eating with us?" Bubbles came in front of Brick, Butch, and me.

Compared to Brick and Butch, Bubbles seem so much smaller.

" No thanks- we'll have lunch separately," Brick replies.

" I'm Bubbles by the way," she put her hand out like a formal meeting.

"...Brick...," Brick look taken aback.

" You're close to Blossom age right? And you're the one who beat Buttercup-"

" BEAT ME? He didn't beat me!" Buttercup yells from the behind her.

" Butch," Butch made a show of making an emphasis on his name to sound cool.

I roll my eyes, when I notice Bubbles is looking at me now. She smiles. Was she reading our emotions right now? Her smile made me want to advertise it on a hope commercial. Ugh...even more freaky. I glance away immediately.

Brick

Bubbles sends a happy calming radiance for some reason. Her presence was happy...weird. Footsteps were heard and finally out of her cave was Blossom. About time too, I was getting bored of waiting for her to come out. Although I have to say I didn't mind seeing her this morning.

" Blossom! Join the party!" Bubbles urge.

She came down, didn't even look at us as she mumbles a short " Hello" then starts dragging Buttercup and Bubbles away.

" Hey! Don't drag me!" Buttercup complains as they disappear into the Kitchen.

Which reminds me...-

" What the hell were you thinking Butch?" I snap at him.

" What! She started it! I had to defend myself," Butch snaps back.

" I can't believe she hit you, must've been some fight," Boomer murmurs, stifling a laugh.

" So. You punched her back," I frown, leave it to Butch to get on a fight on the first day as bodyguards.

" Hardly, I mean she blocked my moves, not to mention my hand feels like crap. It's the weirdest thing ever," Butch waves his injured hand by my face.

" What if the step-mother complains and fires you?" I question, a bit impressed Buttercup had manage to hurt his hand. Must be a tough girl.

Butch grumbles and shoves his hands in his pocket. " Let them. I don't care,"

" You should," I mutter back.

" Speaking of which did you find anything useful yet?" Boomer asks.

I shake my head. " Most doors are lock. I've been waiting forever for Blossom to come out, but she wouldn't until now,"

Blossom, Buttercup, and Bubbles spend the rest of the day together which left us a bit of time to do whatever we can. The X-mansion had 15 guest rooms, 1 infirmary room, 6 private rooms, and exactly 24 locked rooms. Boomer said the garden was humongous. Butch informed that only one person else seems to live far off at the edge of the garden. As the day continued I was getting the feeling that Blossom doesn't like me. I recall her saying she was studying for an FBI agent. Maybe that's why she seems suspicious. I on purposely, more than once got on her way. She only moved pass me. What's her problem? I try to think of how I introduced myself this morning. All I said was my name. Well whatever let her think whatever. It's only the first day. Something is bound to change soon. It was getting late anyhow.

" Okay...who's going to take first watch?" I ask my brothers when I saw it was nearly 10 P.M

" Watch?" Boomer questions.

" Yup. You know patrolling-body guard duty,"

" We have to do that too? Bodyguard duty is really not what I was hoping for. I mean we don't even have guns yet? Aren't we suppose to," Boomer frown.

Good point. Reminds me that I should find some guns soon.

" Who needs guns. I'm loaded fully for fighting," Butch replies.

" Fine. I'll take first watch," I sigh.

" 2nd. I walk up to urinate a lot during the night," Butch unnecessarily announces.

" We know that already you don't have to say it," I grumble.

Which obviously left Boomer in 3rd. Boomer groan. I wasn't sure about this. Boomer was quite a sleeper. He usually has a hard time waking up in the morning or waking up in general. Butch and I smile though. Waking Boomer up with an unexpected water bucket idea seem to form inside our heads. Boomer heads down to our room inside the house muttering " you better not," as he went down. Butch went down after him. Leaving me all alone for the first watch. After a couple minutes I start getting bored. I take off my cap and twirl it around in my hands. Suddenly I hear hissing. I glance at where it was coming from. Did they have snakes...- a door creaks.

Blossom? She didn't see me. She went down the stairs. I put my cap back on, following her. It wasn't until I saw her open the door that I decide to speak.

" If you plan to sneak out at night . At least take someone with you," I approach her.

" Fuc-," Blossom curses, looking back at me. " You're taking your job a little too seriously aren't you?" she step out anyway.

I trail behind her. Where could she be going. Boyfriend perhaps?

" Where are you going?" I ask.

" Nowhere," she mutters back.

I wonder what Blossom type would be. What type of boyfriend she would have.

" So... who's the special dude?" maybe she went for the jocks.

" What dude?" Blossom frowns, then shook her head " Whatever. Leave me alone already," she replies annoyed.

" Look if you have a problem with me just say so-," I came in front of her.

She pulls out a can of paper-spray.

Ah hell. I step off.

" You may have fooled everyone, but I am on to you! What are you 20?"

" 19" I correct.

" Who cares. I googled you guys. Guess what I found. Trouble makers, list of all three of you guys in the news around here. I don't know what you want, but if you plan to do something to us I'll turn you brothers and you in-got it,''

My mouth open. I must've surprised her because I started laughing. She took a step back, confused.

" You googled me? I'm flattered. So what of it. I'm a trouble maker. We did steal a car 3 years ago which earn us a time in Juvie. Whatever. I know how to survive out there in the city, to survive a bodyguard has to know how to handle themselves," I cunningly murmur.

She looks taken aback. " We'll see about that Rowdyruff Boy,"

"It's Brick," I say.

She turns , walking away again.

" Seriously, where are you going?" I continue to ask, following her.

She doesn't respond. She goes to a house somewhere in the back. It was small, rectangular with 3 round windows. She stood still.

" He's not home," she sighs, clearly disappointed.

" Who?" I knew it, boyfriend. Of course, she would have one.

" A very close friend- not that you would care," Blossom storm off walking back.

" What kind of close friend?"

Blossom didn't answer. I guess I'll find out later. As we walk back my eyes lock to her hair. Long glossy hair. I had to admit. If Blossom wasn't the daughter of that man. I would very much like to become her friend. Heck, head over heels for this girl.

" Don't even think about it," Blossom surprises me. I stop. Thinking she'd read my mind. " I am not through with you. I'm going to watch you," she says.

" Stalker"

Blossom shook her head. " I know you're up to no good! Whatever it is be careful, because I will bring you down," she stomps off inside the house.

If she continues with this attitude it will definitely make it hard for me to ever get close to the family. I let her walk the rest of the way alone. Sighing, I look at her go and think of my dad. I will get revenge. I swear dad. I start walking back, the hissing noise coming again. I glance up to where I heard it coming. It was their step-mothers room...hmm..

Blossom

I round the girls up in my room early the next morning. Bubbles and Buttercup to my side.

" Girls something is really weird about our new bodyguards," I whisper, in case Brick hears me.

" You bet! That Butch fellow seems to manage to knock me down," Buttercup agrees.

" No! Not that," I shake my head and whisper.

" I search them yesterday on Google. I check them out. They have done just a bunch of mischief since kids. They're dangerous,"

Bubbles gasps. " Really!"

I nod " I don't know what they are doing here, but don't drop your guard! At any time or any place.," I turn to Bubbles. I know for sure Buttercup could handle herself.

" I might've figured. Are they gangsters?" Buttercup ask.

I shrug. " Who knows,"

" Maybe we should tell...someone," Bubbles murmurs.

Who? Our step-mother whose relationship with us as bad as a cat and a dog. Our dad, always busy. Professor was gone yesterday.

" No! we don't know what they are after. It's better if we catch them in the act,"

Bubbles frowns " Boomer doesn't seem too bad, sure he's kind of closed with his emotions but he doesn't seem too bad," she whispers.

" Bubbles, don't let his good looks fool you," I mumble.

" It's not-"

'' Either way. Be careful," I only need to say it once.

They nod their head, understanding. If they think they could come here and do some sort of evil plan then they're sadly mistaken. I am an intelligent girl, smart, and able to outsmart just about anyone, Buttercup is headstrong and impulsive, Bubbles may be naive but she's not stupid; she can easily get people to spill out things kept hidden.

" Promise me girls that we won't let them get away with whatever they are planning," I glance between them.

They nod again.

" Don't trust them," I end up saying.

The words echoing even with me not repeating it.

~~~~ :D Sorry that's the end for now. Seems like the rowdyruff boys won't be too happy in the next chapter. :) ^^. Review please. I get persuaded to write when I see more reviews. If I get a lot the faster the chapter will come out. :) Anyhow... I let a hint somewhere in the story that I wonder if anyone got. I thought it might be easy, but who knows. See if you can guess what hint I let out. Until the next chapter..Chapter 3: The Girls Strike Hard