Author's Note: I know it's been like two years? I almost completely forgot about this story but I found this chapter on my hard drive and it was finished and decide to post it. There is chance I'll continue this story. I found my inspiration again to write.

Disclaimer: I don't own the powerpuff girls and this and that...you know...

Love Language

Chapter 4: Feelings

(Still) November 18, 2014

Amazing sister...

Blossom stood there staring nervously at Brick. Her heart began to race at his sudden compliment about her. She didn't know why such a small innocence word affected her so much but it was easy. It was because no one ever said anything about her these pass nine years. Of course, Brick was actually the one over those years to compliment her honestly. Something she always wanted to feel. To feel appreciated by others.

At the other end, Brick was heating up. He was looking over to the wall at his right trying to hide the blush forming on her face. He knew he complimented many girls in the past (2 years ago) but it felt so weird actually doing it. His heart was beating so fast he swore Blossom could hear it. Yet, he knew if he took the chance to even look at her he'll be redder than his hat.

"Aw…how cute"

Blossom and Brick's head snapped towards the sound of Mrs. Maki giggling. There she was sitting on her desk, wearing a huge goofy grin and sending them both a wink before returning to her work. Blossom found herself blushing mad knowing what Mrs. Maki was thinking. While Brick smirked, he knew how Mrs. Maki was a hopeless romantic.

Blossom bit her lip as she slowly turned to stare at Brick's smirking form after regaining her composure. She just stared and couldn't believe how such a guy could be so good looking with such a cocky characteristic. With just one glance Blossom knew what type of guy he was. He was smart definitely, proof given from his advance placement mathematics notebook. He was the type of guy you would hang at typical coffee shop or even a skate park. This guy was a mystery guy with different personalities from a secret writer to an actual stuck up jock. Blossom knew this for she had taken an interest in psychology and decided to home school with the topic.

She just couldn't believe she would have met a guy like Brick in her lifetime. Yet, to her dismay with such an analysis and cute little introduction between the two teenagers she knew she was interested. Interested in Brick. This made her cursed herself to hell for thinking such an impossible possibility. A guy she just met and a guy who could have a chance with many girls surely wouldn't be interested in a girl like her. Besides, she was the type not to know what to do in romantic settings anyways. Well, that's what she told herself.

The red-headed boy noticed the stare from the little flower across from him and couldn't help but stare back in such a curious way. She looked like the typical pretty girl with such amazing grades that anyone would be chasing after. Not only for the beauty she had but that intelligent that cost millions. It was funny that he thought this every time seeing a girl that caught his interest. Yes, in fact beauty inside and out with an extremely high IQ like him was Brick's dream girl. All his past girlfriends he noticed seemed quite smart but not as smart as his dream girl would have been. To him, he had no idea what made him think Blossom was this girl. Maybe it was the fact her sisters shared a lot of information back then that he began to believe he knew her well enough.

The stare Brick returned to Blossom caught her breath. Red eyes. Bloody red eyes were the opposite of her soft pink ones. It made her flinched at the thought of how scary they would be if he were mad. She let that thought passed and coughed slightly to break the silent between them and decided to avoid eye contact for her growing fantasy. She then grabbed her writing pad for the last time and wrote her last words to Brick. The boy she truly wanted to know more about but she knew in her heart it was for the best. With her fast speed she flipped it for Brick to see.

"It was nice meeting you Brick but I have to go now. Goodbye"

Brick watched her intensively as she wrote. It was all in slow motion. Brick wanted to see her again but he knew he couldn't. With the words she flashed towards him it couldn't be done. There was nothing else to say besides she wouldn't like him. Another excuse from Brick. As Brick's mind was arguing with itself Blossom slowly walked past him taking her time. From there Brick just watched her walked away without saying a word to her. Not even a Goodbye. He believed saying a goodbye was a curse and he knew he would see her again. It would be a while but to him it wasn't a goodbye. It was the beginning for two of them. He believed strongly on that. This made him smile as the final view of her left behind the main office door.

"That was a beautiful beginning!"

Brick snapped his head at the older woman behind the main desk. Her mind was in the dream world and her face was as red as a cherry. It seemed that the woman has watched the whole scene in front of her to Brick's dismay. Instead of blushing at her remark; he chuckled and said, "Yes, a beautiful beginning Mrs. Maki. A very beautiful one indeed."

His statement made the olderwoman sigh romantically, "Mr. Jojo, you know how to make a girl sweep off her feet, you know? You make me want to go back to my younger days."

"I'm that type of guy" Brick smirked while fixing his cap, "Besides, isn't it too early to be called Mrs. Maki, Miss. James?"

Mrs. Maki blushed at his statement and coughed when Brick had interfered with her personal life. It may be early to be named Mrs. Maki but who couldn't blamed her. Her wedding day was in a few days and she was going to marry the men of her dreams. "Brick, let's make a deal here, I won't tease you anymore if you stop teasing me." she hissed in such an childish manner.

Brick laughed and couldn't let this go, "You are my cousin, and you may work at this school. I know for sure you won't let this go! See you!"

With that said Brick dashed off while hearing his own cousin cursing under her breath. The exchange between him and his cousin made him realized how much she loved her soon to wed husband. Someday to Brick, he knew that a girl would feel that way for him. If only it was Blossom; the girl he met today and the girl he believed was entirely different from the others. He knew for sure.

Blossom literally smashed her face on her pillow once she reached home. She didn't even acknowledge the Professor when he asked how she was doing. Everything around her was nothing to compare to what she was feeling. The desire to see him again made her face burn that it was unnatural for her cold blood that ran through her veins. She just laid there staring at the ceiling wondering how Brick knew her sisters. If only she met him earlier maybe just maybe they could be friends. That reminded her. What would her sisters do now? Blossom shut her eyes at the thought and groaned.

Hours had passed and Blossom still lay on her bed with Kura cuddling beside her stomach. She looked dead with her auburn everywhere and the clothes that she wore were now wrinkled. She knew her sisters would be home by now and she wouldn't dare step foot out of her room. She knew the thirst of blood or revenge would linger when they get the first glance at her. With her mind running in circles she drifted to sleep and hoped nothing would change her relationship with her sisters for the bad or for the worse.

"Look at her…"

Bubbles giggled at Blossom's sleeping form. There she stood at the foot of the bed with Buttercup at her side. It may seem awkward for the other sisters to standing in their older sister's room at 8 pm but to them it made them feel closer to their older sister. Even though they never talk to her nicely and hang with her at home; they cared for Blossom deeply. The problem was how they felt towards each other. The miscommunications between them just made it difficult for them to understand each other.

Buttercup sighed as she remembered how much pain all three face in the past until now. It may seem stupid to not talk with their older sister about their feelings but it was the same for Blossom. No one wanted to hold back the other. If only their emotions wouldn't click they could talk one on one but it was always a harsh remark that Buttercup and Bubbles made out of their sadness and anger.

Both sisters felt they have been banned from their older sister. Yes, it may have been hard to fight without a screaming leader but no leader made it worse for both. One young girl with emotional problems and one with anger issues didn't balance well. Their fighting sequence weren't as strong and failed a couple of times in the years. The sisters believed if Blossom haven't given up of the Powerpuff girls then maybe everything would be different. All three would be happy and hanging with each other nonstop like they did when they were younger.

Bubbles brushed a few of Blossom's hair away from her face as tears washed down from her crystal blue eyes. The pain of being mean to her loving sister killed her every day; it may not seem like it to Blossom. Bubbles cried almost every night wishing everything was different. If she can handle her emotions she would be asking Blossom forgiveness and even change her act in school. Without anyone to be her older sister; the smart one with understanding she can change and be happy. Yet, Blossom wasn't there and Buttercup was not the emotional type to help.

The black hair sister sighed as Bubbles cried beside the sleeping Blossom. Buttercup was not the type to cry. The last time she cried was when Blossom left the team and she went crazy. She blamed Mojo Jojo and tried to kill him out of anger but it ended up brutal for Buttercup landed in the hospital for a week. She just watched the scene before her and hoped that their relationship with their sister would change. Buttercup knew she needed her and Bubbles did too for emotional support. The sisters couldn't do this on their own and believed that Blossom was suffering the same as they did.

"Bubbles…" Buttercup whispered in such a painful way.

Bubbles wiped her eyes as she heard her other sister voice. It was in pain, the pain she was experiencing too. She looked up at her sister's face and saw little tears breaking through her eyes. Bubbles' eyes widen at this sight and she immediately stood up and hugged her green sister.

"Maybe one day, everything would change…just not now" Bubbles whispered while crying with her other sister.

The Professor sat quietly in the kitchen as he took a sip from his cup of tea. He did this every night when something in his home was disturbed for nine years ever since that day. The day Blossom lost her voice. The Professor closed his dark eyes as the pain of discovering one of his daughters was not to speak again came to the surface. The memory of that dreadful day changed the destiny of the Powerpuff girls. The three girls separated into different people. People that killed their insides. The Professor knew his girls were not themselves. They were now teenagers forcing themselves to be someone they were not.

~Flachback~

A little pink eye girl sat in front of the Professor as he stared at her unemotionally. The thought of telling his daughter that Mojo didn't just crush a few of her bones but he forever took her voice as a sign of defend. The Professor never knew how Mojo manage to crush her in the way that could have made her scream louder than Bubbles' sonic scream. It seemed that Mojo used a different material to build his robot; materials that crush whatever got in contact.

"…" Little Blossom stared at the Professor and knew the answer to her fate. She stared at her casts around her elbows and legs as tears fell to the ground.

The Professor saw this and hugged his daughter. The pain she was feeling passed on to the Professor as his own eyes began to water. The Professor was determine to help his daughter anyway possible even if it means to make a cure that would take years to perfect.

"Listen Blossom, I will by my own power make a cure okay? Don't worry your dad is here…" The Professor whispered in his daughter's ear. He felt Blossom cried harder into his chest; it pained him to see his daughter in such a state but he was willing to do whatever it takes.

~End of Flashback~

The Professor opened his eyes as the memory repeated in his mind. Yes, he promised himself to make a cure and it been taking nine years to make. But, as these years pass his own family was getting affected. He needed the cure as quickly as possible and he just couldn't perfect it. His eyes landed on a folder in front of him. It was his research and his work but it just wasn't right. If only he could do it in less than year everything would fall in to place. If only he was smart enough and able to ask for help maybe the cure would be finished. The Professor's mind ached as he denied himself more and more. He was beginning to lose hope and just wished his family was happy once again. He closed all his thoughts with one final sip of his tea and started to clean up before bed.

This chapter was based on most of everyone's feelings. You guys get a better of understanding how everyone feels at the moment. So please review it you like my story! Inform me if I should continue! I'm ready to write and write once again!