Emarosa – Wait, Stay
New Series – Power. Mature themes applied to all uploads (3).
Power
Her arms were built to withstand the forces that hit her during battle. When the threats came at her, she would use them as her defense and as her weapon. Power coursed through the muscles she gained from her years of combat experience. Fighting came naturally to her. She could assess threatening situations and solve them with only her hands. Her legs were built the same, and her toned stomach was made to provide her with all the stamina she needed to win every fight.
She wasn't perfect, though. There was a noticeable flaw: Butch. Born as her rival, he lived up to the expectation of her counterpart. Whereas she was fighting threats, he was fighting as her threat. He was the one enemy she faced more than once, having no determined victor. They would either withdraw or find themselves clashed against each other and unable to overpower the other.
As her enemy, he was the opposite from her in every sense. He would commit crime, while she would stop it. He would cause chaos, while she would fix it. They were meant to be from two different worlds. Their worlds were at a constant collision course. Then it finally happened: their two worlds collided.
And he was far from her opposite. He was bad. She was good. But together, they were two pieces that fit into one.
They started by promising time to each other. Their secret gatherings were meant to be for their own benefit. She would train herself and he would learn her weaknesses. That was meant to be the result. Never had it crossed their minds that they would end up saying anything to each other. Thoughts held deep within, hidden in their minds as if they were under lock and key from the outside world began to escape through the windows of their lips.
And then the keys were exchanged. In his mind, she could see the broken paths that he tried to walk down to become the strongest villain, but there was no leadership if he did it alone. As he looked beyond the shields of her eyes, he could start to see the many cracks in them. She couldn't shield it from him the misunderstood parts of her that no one, not even her sisters, ever noticed. It was fear that began to root itself in her insecurities.
She wasn't as strong as she made herself out to be. She could win fights but she lost in the battlefield of her heart. At first, he didn't understand. Did that mean he didn't have a heart? The case of his evilness should've been the answer. But he listened to her as she took off the stitches she sewed to zip away parts of her life she didn't want to relive.
Her first loss...
Her first struggle...
Her first kiss...
"You! I can't come back here! I can't feel this, not for you..."
Her first love...
Did he have a heart? At that moment, whatever pumped his blood and caused tension in his hands, surely felt like a living piece of him. One that was breaking and aching all at once. They were young enough to know that love was a part of the world they lived in. But they were too divided to understand it.
They let go of each other because of it. Those keys were thrown back at the doorstep to the core of their souls and it closed shut, again. Their worlds separated; they couldn't find a way back. Neither of them wanted to go back. They had become stronger from it, as they had always planned to. She would take him on with greater mobility, faster reactions, and she would take the upper-hand far more times than she ever did. He fought back harder, to hit those areas he found would make her stumble, lose focus, and leave unprotected.
Buttercup and Butch never went back and their time continued on without each other to share it with. Her heart displayed itself through her caring acts. The citizens of Townsville still relied on the Powerpuff Girls' security. The Rowdyruff Boys were no different; they never stopped their criminal activity. Butch didn't have a heart to reflect on his criminal deeds.
That day he seen her next to him, talking to him, touching him...
It all caused his chest to tighten around a part of him that filled with an evil that was more sinister than a monster. It became a hole in him that his kiss dropped a seed into. Its roots began to spread as he watched them. Its dark shade loomed over him and it grew from the part of him that had been void and forgotten when she first left.
It didn't break completely, then. The aching had never been silenced. Those days were supposed to make him stronger, but as he recalled all of it, that strength left as she did: sudden and without warning. He couldn't accept feeling weak. He was going to crash into her world harder so she could be hit with imbalance and confusion. Her eyes couldn't shield her from this as she came face to face with him.
That clenched, sharp jaw, kept his chin in place. He held himself up taller than she last remembered him. The growth in his body that made his fists, arms, and legs manlier than those of the boy she used to only see. He looked ready to fight her. But she had spent years building up her defenses, and that key she once gave him, she'd thrown away along with all she wanted to forget.
But she had a heart. That simple part of her complicated everything she had done to keep him out of her world.
As heartless as he believed he was, he still took hold of her and fought the darkness that had shadowed over him.
"Don't leave," he said with her in his grasp and her back against him, "I'm stronger than he is. I'm powerful enough to make you forget him."
Her breasts were squeezed and misplaced by the muscles of his arms. She was stronger, now, and she told herself to fight him. Turning in his arms, she came to face him. He came clear into her vision. Like crystals, her eyes shined and showed her true fragility under his gaze. Those shields began to crack in the same places she thought were repaired.
"Don't leave," he repeated, "I'm not good. I'm not like you. I can't let you go to him."
"I can't stay. We can't..." came her breathless reply. The overpowering feeling that brought suffering to her in his arms was taking control of her voice.
"We'll always be enemies, I know." He said, her eyes closed and hidden. Those shields were up and they blinded her from the sight of the cracks that appeared in his. She held her arms up to separate them. On him were her hands as they surrounded his face. After one prolonged inhale, she lifted her shields. The only space to exhale was through his taste.
His full power came at her all at once. The other one had done this to her. He brought her into him and captured her hand to bring to his mouth. With him, it ended after one because she pulled away. There wasn't much to forget. What she experienced now was overpowering.
She was losing herself throughout. He gave her a second to collect herself but she demanded it only be a second. She gathered herself in the next breath, "I don't see you as my enemy."
Her arms opened upon her bed, her legs opened outward, and she continued to forget. She was open to Butch, allowing him to find weaknesses through the lessons she never taught him before. She lead his hands to roam the valleys of her body and climb the incline of her chest.
He found how to fumble her mind as he reached the top of her perky mountains, teasing the areas she felt the most exposed. Her body lay under her bedroom light like the sun, and his hair brought the black night like an eclipse over her skin. That night was all she could see as he set himself lower to find the river in the depths of her forest. She flowed into him, freely, as he dived past the surface.
The scent of her, like rain, lingered on him. She could smell how intoxicating she was to him. There was no one else who could overpower him. These memories were irreplaceable. Her key had been long gone but he didn't need it to open her world to him, once again. She let him in and he sunk into her farther than anyone. There was a place that touched her heart without ever meeting it. The other one touched her there, but not this way. She was meant to go to him and carry on into a world of peace.
He kept touching it, eliciting its beating like a drum. Their worlds were colliding and she needed him more than she could dare tell him. Nothing had ever been more powerful to him than the sight of her in need of him. This was a new world he discovered that he would claim and prevent anyone from intruding. He wouldn't let him come back for her. He couldn't let him take her away even if she had to go with him because she had a heart. Those with hearts were meant to find peace beyond this world.
"I don't see you as my enemy!"
Butch was controlled by his own body. She was crying. He was seeing the tears of a Powerpuff and it wasn't how he pictured it. Her face, the same one that was making him see other faces differently, was now the one appearing differently than what he came to know. Her lips shouldn't be quivering, her eyes should be green and filled with envy of him, and her limbs should be rising up to prepare for a fight.
She shouldn't of sounded defeated, not yet.
"I see you as... I see you for... You!"
Boomer was sitting next to him, distantly focusing on the setting sun and the breathtaking color of the sky. He sighed, "It reminds me of her. I'm not supposed to miss her. My chest hurts."
Butch stood up and muttered, "You're the only one who ever cried over it."
"Yeah, you haven't cried," Boomer's eyes fell with the sun, "But that's because you were always the strong one. I guess being the strong one is what made you do it the quickest."
In the world, he was her enemy. He was meant to bring her down. His brothers did it; they destroyed their Powerpuffs. He thought that the time he promised her would end up saving her. She once held the key to walk down all the paths he had to become the most powerful enemy. That key let her memorize the breaks in those paths, his weaknesses, and all that made him who he was beyond her enemy.
"Butch," she spoke, stroking his spiked hair, "I'm here."
His grip on her wet body was near deadly. Only through touch could he tell if she was truly here. She was breathing fine.
"You're stronger now. I have to go."
Whatever part of him it was that caused his lips to quiver and his limbs to hold and keep her in his world was breaking and aching all at once.