(BUTCH's POV)

"Oh, dear slave of mine! Fetch me another glass of lemonade."

This day was already shaping up to be one of the worst! I didn't know how much more I could take from Butters.

"I just got you three glasses. How much more do you need? Shit, you could at least get off your ass and drain the tank first!" I hissed.

"I don't know. Until I'm not thirsty I guess. Chop chop!" She said with a grin.

"You are milking this." I sighed.

I filled up her glass and brought it back to her. I was going to pay her back for this nonsense. Soon…

"Here!"

She snatched the glass from me and inspected it. "Where's the ice?"

"Fuck you. You asked for a lemonade. Not a lemonade with ice."

"But it's SO hot out! I think I might die if I drink this boiling, hot beverage!"

I sent her a nasty look. "Bullshit! You didn't even want ice in the last couple of glasses! Besides, I grabbed the lemonade from the BACK of the fridge! It's like one degree off from being frozen!"

"Nope! Take it back and do it right this time!"

The vein in my temple throbbed furiously. "Listen here, you pretentious sack of shit! I'm NOT taking that glass back! Drink that cold-ass lemonade and piss the hell off!"

"You better watch it! I'm your dearest mistress for the day and you have to obey my every command." She raised a brow. "You don't want me ditching you in the middle of the desert, do you?"

"Nrgh! You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh trust and believe that I would. You'll be fine regardless. You just have to wait sixteen more hours."

Before I could throw out another crude remark, Blossom came sprinting back upstairs in a panic.

"You guys! Brick is awake!"

"What?" I asked nervously. I was hoping I'd have my powers back before he was up and moving again. Hopefully, Blossom locked him up tight.

The three of us walked to the laboratory and saw Boomer resting on the medical bed in the corner, and Brick sitting in a bright yellow sphere. He was awake and didn't look too happy.

"Why do you guys have me trapped in this thing?! Let me out immediately!" He asked harshly.

"Sorry about that, Brick. It was to be on the safe side." Blossom walked over to the control panel. "Here, I'll let you out-"

"NO!" I shouted.

"No? But what for?"

I glared at the pink leader. "Are you insane?! We can't just let him out yet! He could still be a threat!"

"Does he look like a threat to you? He's your ACTUAL brother!"

"Don't be ridiculous! Brother or not, he's been transformed. I say we wait until tomorrow."

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!" He barked.

Blossom gave me a frown. "You can't really mean that!"

Buttercup put a hand on her shoulder. "Listen to Butch on this one, sis. He knows more about demon stuff than we do."

"…Okay, you make a valid point but I still find this to be unnecessary." She took one more glance at her counterpart before walking back upstairs with Butters.

I looked at Brick and noticed his face of disdain. "What? You got something to say?" I asked.

"What exactly is happening to me? What's going on with our enemies? Why does everything hurt?" He asked.

"Calm down. That demon gave you a little juicing up. Whatever beast that laid dormant inside of you is now alive or whatever. From what I saw it'll want to break free and cause chaos. It'll claw at your mind and try to entice you with power." I narrowed my eyes. "You'd better deny it too or I'll have to kick your ass again."

"I see…Then I'll learn to control it like you."

I shook my head. "You've got it all wrong. I haven't learned shit! It took me years to hold off the intrusive thoughts. It wasn't until recently that I started second-guessing its influence."

"And? Has it worked?"

"…Not entirely…"

He scoffed. "You're patronizing me."

"No, I'm not you jackass! I'm serious! This isn't a game! You damn sure remember how I was when we were little. I couldn't stop myself from attacking you guys. I had little to no sense. If Pinky hadn't given me the best damn pep talk I've ever heard, I'd have been HIM's little murder weapon."

"Not to be condescending, but I'm not a child. I'm sure I'll maintain self-control better than you did back then."

"Do you not remember what you did today? Hmm? Do you have any idea who's blood is all over your clothes?"

He looked down at himself. "Mine, right?"

"No Brick…That's the blood of a whole city block. Elder folks, children, the parents of those children, and even their pets."

His eyes went wide. "What are you talking about? I wouldn't-"

"But you did. You damn well did, Brick. I saw it. The cleaned bones, the shredded chunks of flesh. You killed those people. You…you ate those people."

"No…I didn't…" He gripped his stomach tightly and dropped to his knees.

I narrowed my eyes. "See?! Like I said, this shit isn't a game! You're unstable and WAY too dangerous! Some simple training ain't gonna be enough to fix you! Don't underestimate all the bullshit that I went through! You have no idea of the guilt that I've felt over the years. I nearly wiped the city off of the map more times than I can count! You're finally getting a taste of what that'll be like!"

He held his head in his hands and gritted his teeth. "I won't let myself slip again! I WON'T!"

"Go ahead and keep talking big! You WILL break again!" I placed a hand on the transparent sphere. "But unlike with me, someone will be there to knock the sense back into you."

He looked at me with realization. "You?"

"I don't care how strong you get or what demon possesses you! I'll beat your ass every time!" I turned and started walking away. "I still owe you for choking me out! That German suplex doesn't count."

I walked upstairs and dropped down on the couch. Through the silence, I could feel Butters giving me a look of concern.

"What?" I asked.

"You think that Brick will be okay?"

"He's nothing that should worry you. Like I told him…If he gets outta hand, I'll take him down. It's that simple."

"If you say so." She turned her head to the TV. I could still feel the piercing stare from her bright green eyes.

"…You want something else?"

"Well since you asked, can you pass me my phone?"

I looked at the mobile device that was sitting right next to her on the table. She was WAY closer than I was to it!

"Are you serious?"

"Hurry, slave!"

I suppressed my growl and did as I was told. I couldn't help but notice the several messages for that dickhead, Mitch Mitchelson. Seeing that name was just wrong to me.

"Here, you lazy fuck."

She gave me the finger before scrolling through the texts. I tried to subtly glance at their conversation but her sprawled-out position on the couch was making that difficult.

"Well my slave, I've got some stuff to take care of so I'll have to bid you farewell. When I get back, I'll be looking forward to a nice hot bath, dinner, and a massage before bed."

I simply rolled my eyes. "Where are you going?"

"Hah! That is none of your business, buddy."

I glared at her. "You're hanging with that Mitch guy again, aren't you?"

She matched my glare. "Like I said, it's none of your business."

"Fine! Go and fuck off for all I care!"

"What is your issue with Mitch?"

"He's an annoying little shit that thinks his Powerpuff friend is gonna save him from an Earth-shattering ass whooping!"

"Mitch is cool and to be fair, I would murder anyone that messed with my friends."

I scoffed. "Quit giving that loser bail. The guy thinks he's SO tough! I'd fold his sorry ass with or without my powers."

"Easy there, buddy. No need for you to go flipping your shit. You're not hurting Mitch!"

"…Like hell, I'm not…" I grumbled.

She shook her head. "I'm outta here. While I'm gone, you can help yourself to the dishes and MY room."

I paused and recalled the last time I was in her room. "Wait, you mean that train wreck that you sleep in?! Fuck that!"

"Slaves don't get to argue with their masters."

This chick was gonna get it. I swear that she will! I should've just camped out in the dirt until my powers came back.

I sighed and watched as she left. A certain part of me wanted to take off with her but I knew damn well that I wasn't going anywhere.

"Butch…"

I turned my head and saw Blossom standing in the doorway. Her face showed concern and a bit of…caution.

"Hey, Pinky. What's up?"

"C-can we talk?"

My heart was racing and my palms were sweating. Was this my chance? Maybe now I could ask her out! Yeah…That would be awesome! Now the question is, do I go for the direct approach or keep it calm? Direct is usually more my style but I don't know if that's the smartest move right now.

I leaned against the wall behind me. "What's on your mind, Sweetness?"

"Well, I just want to verify a few things about Brick."

My soft look flipped to annoyance. "What?! Are you fucking serious?"

She flinched and took a hesitant step back. "It's important! I want to help with his treatment as soon as possible!"

I shook my head. "Treatment?!?! There is no treatment. I NEVER HAD TREATMENT! He'll either learn to mellow out like me or he'll lose his fucking mind and I'll have to kill him."

"K-kill him?!! How long before that has to happen?!"

I smirked. "Could be a week, could be a month. It all depends on how badly he fucks something up."

She pouted. "You wouldn't actually kill him! I know how much you love your brothers, Butch."

"Yeah…Both get on my goddamn nerves but I still love 'em more than anything." My face hardened as I walked towards her. "If I have to kill Brick, then so be it. That's something we all agreed to while we were locked up. If one of us should ever lose our mind and can't be saved…Game over!"

"I don't believe he's beyond saving!" She said defiantly.

"I never said that he was."

We remained silent for a bit. It wasn't comfortable like with Butters. This was awkward and almost harsh. I hated it. It felt like a layer of ice was being formed between us.

"I should go and…uhh-"

I waved her off. "Yeah, yeah…Do what you gotta do." Man, that stings! Stupid, pink-eyed…GRAAAAAAAH!!!

I sighed and walked upstairs towards Buttercup's room. To no one's surprise, it was a mess. Clothes, used dishes, junk all over the damn place. It was awful!

I noticed the stack of dishes on the dresser and grabbed them. Four plates, two bowls, and a cup with forks. It was absolute torture to stand here looking at the food bits stuck to the not-so-fine china.

"THE FUCK?!"

I jumped back as a roach sprinted across my hand. Of course, in the panic, I dropped a few of the dishes. With an annoyed grunt, I reached down to grab them when my eyes landed on a very peculiar black book. It was just barely peeking out from under the dresser with a pair of "skull" panties resting on top.

"That girl needs some serious help." I brushed the loose clothing to the side and grabbed the composition notebook. Written in bold red marker were the words DON'T READ.

I glared my eyes at it with a deep thought bubbling to the surface of my mind. "Payback time."

I put the dishes back down and sat on her admittedly soft bed. "Now what's up with the book, Butters?" I asked myself.

I opened it and saw that this book was of her private thoughts. I'm guessing this was like her diary or something. Not too sure if I should be reading this. I mean, it is kinda fucked up…

Slave…Slave…Lemonade…Slave…No ice…Slave…

"Screw it!"

I flipped the page and noticed the date. This first entry was years ago. We must've been like twelve at the time.

Blossom was yet again being her bossy self! I swear I should be in charge! We'd get through everything WAY faster!

The next entry was two days later.

Bubbles wouldn't shut up about her dumb octopus. She's convinced that I hid it! I mean…I did and feel guilty but it's for her own good! We aren't babies anymore!

She skipped a couple of lines.

Man, it feels good to write down my thoughts.

I skimmed through a few pages until something else caught my eye.

This battle was insane! I beat the crap outta Butch! I'm pretty sure that makes the record 15-1!!! What a chump!

What the fuck was she even counting?! Like hell, I lost fifteen times! I DEFINITELY kicked her ass more often than not!

Then another entry stuck out.

I can't believe that jerk is getting arrested! I'm glad that the day is saved but I'm gonna miss punching that jerk!

I noticed that she erased a few words after that and the page seemed warped in places.

I flipped through some more. By now she was probably fourteen.

I still hate high school but this one guy made today kinda nice. I think he might like me. GOD, I HOPE HE LIKES ME! I wanna play soccer with him again so bad!

I rolled my eyes and kept reading the next few entries.

My first real kiss was just…WOW!!! I never thought that it'd happen so fast but it did and it was amazing! He even asked me out! This must be how my sisters feel all the time!

I hadn't even noticed that I was gripping the book as tightly as I was. I need to relax. This was in the past and…Why do I even care?!

I flipped through until I found another good one.

Guys are actual scum! Fuck Matt and fuck this school! I swear to God that little two-timing bitch better hope and pray I never see his face again or I'll snap his fucking spine in half!

"Ha! Fuck Matt." I chuckled with a grin.

I flipped through a few more pages.

Mitch just found some weird shit in his mom's drawer. I think he said it was weed. Apparently, you smoke it like a cigarette but idk. He said we could try it tomorrow.

Then the next day…

Glad I could write this now that I'm not high as shit anymore! That weed stuff was insane and the Professor flipped his lid as soon as he smelt it on me. Now I'm grounded and have to sit through a Blossom drug lecture.

That one was also pretty good. I decided to skip to a bit later. Around when my brothers and I got out.

Today is the day! I can't believe it! Butch is getting released and I'll FINALLY get another chance to fight him. I wonder what he'll think when he sees me after all this time.

"What do I think?" I wasn't sure how to answer that.

We finally saw them again and I almost couldn't believe it. When I saw my stupid counterpart I almost passed out. He looked good…better than good! He was so-

I lifted my head from the page and couldn't stop the blush from growing on my face. I was in the thick of it now. I wasn't supposed to be reading any of this!

Unfortunately, I wanted to know how far this rabbit hole went. I flipped through some more pages until I got to our job at the café.

Is it wrong to say that I look forward to going to work now?! I thought Butch being there would ruin it for me but it turns out, he's actually really hot in a tux. His hair combed back like that makes him look like a rich prince.

"Holy shit…" I muttered.

I flipped some more while skimming through and keeping note of the juicy details.

I love that idiot! I hate that I'm too chicken to just say but I can't help it! I know he's crushing on Blossom and I hate it! Why won't he look at me like that?! Am I too rough? Should I get some tips from Bubbles?! DAMN!!! I hate him!

The pull in my stomach was like a black hole. This wasn't fun anymore. Now I feel shitty. She does LIKE me. Maybe I should just…THE KISS! She had to have written about that too!

I kept flipping through the pages but they were blank. She hadn't jotted down anything past the point of our day of skipping school!

Damn! This was a lot to handle. Firstly, I went too far. This was WAY too personal. Secondly, Buttercup, of all people, thinks that I'm attractive. I wasn't sure how to take this news. There was a loud part of me that was glad that she liked me while another part was disgusted with my actions. This wasn't the way to find out.

I closed the book and tossed it back where I found it. No way am I confessing to this. Especially not without my powers.

I sighed. "Where do I go from here?"

What did I feel inside? My brain would remind me of my looming desire for Blossom's affection…but my heart was starting to feel…differently.

Pinky was my goal even back when I was in the pen. Now that I'm out, it's like she's barely even interested in anything that involves me. Minus Brick, of course.

I plopped back down on the lime green bed. The sheet's scent was a mixture of lavender and mint. Strange but also pleasant.

"Buttercup…"

Do I feel that way too? I want to know for myself. I want to try and understand these feelings.

I glared. "I need to man up and start getting some real answers. Too bad I don't know how! Damn, this sappy shit is confusing!"

Why did I read that damn book?! I don't even know if I can face her now. Damn that girl! I swear things always revolve around her irritating ass!

I laid my head back and closed my eyes. The scent grew stronger than before as I inhaled a deep breath. I could smell her everywhere. She was all around me while being God knows where.

My heart thumped against my chest as I thrashed around against the sheets.

Why is she living rent-free in my head nowadays? It's like, I want to see her more and I think she wants to see me too! Why the hesitation? I know I'm not afraid! It's just that…

"I need a fight. Like, right now." I groaned. My fist clenched tightly for a moment before relaxing. I closed my eyes and decided to let sleep overtake me. It was surprisingly nice. Even among the mess that was her bedroom, I still somehow found a level of tranquility within it. Maybe I was just exhausted from the last few days, or maybe I just really liked the faint smell of mint…

…

…

"…Butch!"

"Not this again."

"Relax, it isn't urgent. I just wanted to converse with you for a moment."

"I'm listening…"

"…How are you feeling?"

"What? I'm fine. Pretty out of character for you to ask me that all of a sudden. What's the deal?"

"I need to monitor any immediate changes to both your mind and body. We agreed to a contract and now are bonding more than ever."

"Bonding? Don't get the wrong idea. I still don't like you. These convos don't mean much of anything."

"No, you thick-headed jackass! I wasn't talking about fucking friendship! I meant in a literal sense."

"Explain yourself."

"Hmm…You haven't noticed any physical or physiological alterations to your normal self?"

"Do you mean besides the lack of my powers? No you greedy prick."

"YOU PICKED THE DEAL! Could've just eaten people instead but NOOOOOOOO!"

"Nrrgh…GET TO THE POINT!!!"

"Remember, this is just a hypothesis based on what I've noticed since you signed the contract. You and I will slowly start merging into what we initially should've been. No more separate consciousness. No more split personalities. I'll be you and you'll be me."

"…Yo…WHAT THE HELL?!?!"

"Relax! I don't think it'll happen for quite some time if at all. It's just something you should be aware of in case there are any unforeseen complications."

"Why not tell me before the fucking contract then?!"

"Cause I didn't know! This only came to my attention just recently. For whatever reason, I can feel what you feel! It disgusts me to the core…but there's this uncomfortable longing for me to understand these wretched emotions!"

"So you've only got a hunch so far? Goddamn! What am I supposed to be looking out for?!"

"Nothing too alarming. Just the usual signs of demonic behavior."

"What, like the SEVEN deadly sins or something?"

"I meeeeean…"

"DESCRIBE IT!!!"

"Fine! Wrath means your rage will be explosive and volatile. Greed, you're gonna crave anything and everything that excites you to an unhealthy degree. Gluttony, nothing will ever truly satiate your rapidly growing hunger-"

"Hunger for what?"

"I don't know…Anything maybe. Next would be sloth. You may neglect certain responsibilities much to the detriment of others. Pride will exaggerate your arrogance to a level beyond basic narcissism and egocentrism. Then finally…Lust. You will be overwhelmed with arousal. Your mind will be swarmed with darkened fantasies and your skin will tingle and burn until you can quell your sexual appetite."

"Now when you say "darkened fantasies", what exactly are you referring to?"

"You tell me."

"…Piss off!"

"I can feel your emotions, Butch."

"I'm still asleep, right?"

"Yeah. It's a lot easier to talk with you like this."

"Well, screw you. I'm waking up now."

"Remember what I said…"

"Yeah, yeah…"

…

…

"HELLOOOO!!! Earth to dumbass! WAKE UP!!!" Someone very familiar shouted.

"Dammit Butter! I'm up already!"

"Lounging on the job, huh slave?" She said with a hand on her hip. "Not a good look."

I glared at her for a split second before something hit my nose. My left eye twitched at her familiar aroma and I could feel that familiar heart throb in my chest.

"Where were you at, Butter?"

"I told you already. None of your damn businesses."

"Tch…What? Smoking in the prick's shitty car with his shitty music playing, laughing at his shitty jokes? Huh?"

She matched my look with a challenging one of her own. "You better not be drunk on my bed, dickhead!"

"I'm not drunk."

"Then what's with the tone? Why so aggressive?"

My teeth clenched against themselves. "You don't know what you're talking about so please shut up."

"You know what? I think it's about time for dinner!" She said with a smirk.

I narrowed my eyes even deeper. "Oh? Didn't slurp spaghetti with the Trailer Trash?"

"No, I didn't. I want YOU to fix that. You can start by going to the Italian place across town. Papa's Pasta on West 43rd Street."

"Uh, hell no! I'm not walking sixty miles so you can eat Italic noodles!"

She rolled her eyes. "Italian, and yes you are!" I stood up and walked past her. "Where are you going?!"

"To make food instead of breaking my legs. You can kindly sit the hell down and wait until I'm done."

"As if I'm trusting anything YOU make." She scoffed.

"Then starve for all I care. I'm cooking and that's that!"

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed all that I needed from their stocked fridge, panty, and cupboards. I had everything ready and prepared.

I boiled some water with a pinch of salt, split the noodles, and dropped them in the water. I took the ground beef and seasoned it with salt, pepper, onion powder, garlic powder, some crushed oregano, and basil. I cracked in two egg yolks and sprinkled some small breadcrumbs in the bowl. Then with my washed hands, I mushed them together then separated them into little balls.

One by one they were put into a well-oiled pan and cooked evenly on both sides before I added the bright red marinara sauce to the party. After a few minutes, everything was just about ready to assemble.

"What's that smell?" I heard Pinky ask from the other room.

"Careful sis. It might kill you!" Butters chuckled.

I held in my remark and continued plating the food. A simple yet forever effective dish. Good ole spaghetti and meatballs. It looked and smelled decent enough.

I carried two of the plates to the dining room table and laid them out for the two siblings. "Alright, chow down on this."

"Butch this looks great! What's the occasion?" Blossom asked.

I shrugged. "Blame your boneheaded sister over there."

"Pssh! I bet it ain't so great. Looks can be deceiving, Bloss."

I flipped her the bird. "Just eat the fucking food already!"

They both took a bite and immediately went wide-eyed. Blossom was damn near about to cry and Buttercup was scarfing it down like a menace.

They both finished and stared at me before shouting "THAT WAS AMAZING!"

"Who the hell taught your sorry ass how to cook?"

"No one! I had to learn for myself lest the RowdyRuffs starve to death. I don't need a damn cooking class like Brick to make food edible."

"Well, my dear slave, I must admit that I'm impressed by your halfway decent chef skills. You've earned yourself a three-minute break." Butters said with a slow clap.

"Bite me!"

She stuck her tongue out like a child and ruffled my messy black hair. "Well since you handled dinner, that just leaves the hot bath and my before-bed massage."

I sighed. "You mean you can't turn the water on yourself?"

"Mmm…Nope! Too much work!"

I growled, angrily, before an idea came to mind. I snatched her off of her feet and carried her bridal style up the stairs.

"What?! B-Butch! Put me down!!!"

"Oh, shut up! I'm giving you what you want." I kicked open the bathroom door and dropped her to the ground. "Welp! Here we are!"

"Dick! What's your damage?!"

"I'm just following orders, mistress." I turned on the water and added the bubble solution. "Waters on. Now one last thing."

"…What? You want me to strip?! Get bent you perv!" She spat back with red on her cheeks.

"No? Well, I'll start us off then." I tossed my shirt and kicked off my socks.

"Butch! I'm not screwing around! Cut it out!"

I raised a brow. "You scared, Butterbutt? Tsk tsk tsk." I dropped my pants and stood before her with only my boxers left.

"I-I'm gonna-"

"Gonna what? You gonna slug me? Go ahead and do it!"

She looked away and let out a breath. "Fine! You made your point! Just get the fuck out!"

I cracked a grin. "As you wish, dear mistress!"

I walked out of the bathroom with a triumphant grin. That was satisfying, but I'm not done screwing with her yet.

I decided to hold off on putting my clothes back on and sat back down on her bed, waiting with anticipation.

It had been about twenty minutes of waiting but she finally entered her room with the towel still on. Her jet-black hair was still dripping wet as it clung loosely to the sides of her face.

She shut the door and jumped when she saw me staring at her. "BUTCH!!! You must really have a death wish!"

I cracked my trademark devilish smirk and shrugged. "Ah, what? Don't tell me you DON'T want that massage anymore. To think I actually waited for you."

"You think you're so damn funny."

"Me? Nah, I'm just a slave."

She bawled her fists up like she was ready to rearrange my face. I honestly thought that she would but thankfully she chose not to.

"You know what? Fine! Turn around! If you peek, you're done for!"

I did as she asked with a bit of concern. I was bluffing my ass off like with the bath. Why'd she agree to this?! I'm damn near naked!

I felt the bed shift next to me, followed by the sound of her voice. It wasn't hostile or all that demanding. I think there was a hint of shakiness.

"I'm ready."

I turned around and instantly lost my breath. She was sitting right in front of me with nothing but her black two-piece underwear. Did she lose her mind?!

"What are you doing?"

"You scared, Butch?" She asked quietly.

"…No way."

My hands slowly moved towards her shoulders. I felt her shudder a bit before tensing up.

I swallowed down hard and gently applied pressure. I moved them steadily with as much concentration as I could muster.

Why was this so difficult? I should be in control right now!

"Is that all you got? You're just rubbing me like some weak old fart." She said with a sarcastic side-eye that I found myself kinda liking.

"Are you serious right now?"

"Come on, Butch. Or does the baby need his powers to do simple shit?"

"Tch…You know what?"

I tossed her down on her stomach and traced my fingers down her spine. With my thumbs, I pressed in and around the tissue layer. I kept this motion down her smooth, defined…cream colored…back…Ah, shit!

I just realized the position we were in. She hadn't said anything which made me even more flustered. I had to admire her! Butters looks incredible. Her body was just…Wow! I knew that she got relatively better looking but seeing her partially naked below me was a whole other thing entirely. She had the body of a damn goddess. Sexy curves while still toned in all the right places. She was a battle-hardened bombshell and I think I'm finally starting to understand her appeal.

"Umm, Earth to Butch?! What's the hold-up?"

"Sorry…You're actually kinda bad…" I trailed off. Before I could take back my words, she shifted her to the side and gave me a look of surprise.

"Did you just…"

"Uh, did !?"

She turned around and laid on her back. Her bright green eyes held mine in place as we gazed at each other. I'm pretty sure we were both blushing now.

"Butch…" She muttered.

I nodded. "…Yeah?"

She turned her head away from me and closed her eyes. It was a cute little gesture of shyness that I'm sure she'd rarely see.

She parted her legs and tugged me down towards her. My hands were on both sides of her. She bit her lower lip like she'd always do when she was nervous.

"H-have you ever…"

I felt as though I knew what she was talking about. I took a gamble and shook my head.

"No. Never had the chance."

She looked back up at me again and wrapped her legs against my waist. "Well, neither have I."

That same thumping in my chest happened. My eyes were blurred and my body was starting to heat up. That feral feeling was coming back and I was losing myself again.

"Buttercup…I might not be able to stop if we-"

She twisted her hips and flipped our positions. "I don't care." She whispered in my ear while grinding against my crotch.

I wanted to shout. I could feel my canines sharpening and my nails slowly forming into claws. This was torture! I gotta bang this bitch NOW!

"Buttercup…" I said with a raspy voice.

"You want me, Butch?" She asked seductively.

"Yes!" I growled.

"Are you sure?"

"YES!!!"

"Well, too bad." She said as she hopped off of me and walked towards her closet.

"What?!?" I shouted in protest.

"Fuck off dude. We are NOT having sex right now."

"Why the fuck not?!" Calm down…I gotta calm down!

"Maybe don't read my private fucking journal next time, ya' dick!"

SHIT! How'd she know?!? My eyes scanned the floor and I noticed that the fucking book flipped back open when I tossed it.

"I…YOU…" I sighed. "Sorry…"

"Yeah! You really should be, you piece of shit!" She spat back with a large t-shirt on.

"I didn't mean to find it. A goddamn dish fell and…Well yeah."

"How much did you read?" She asked quickly. She had her back turned to me so I couldn't tell what she was thinking.

Truth or lie? Truth or lie? Truth or lie?

"Most of it…"

She tensed up a bit. "So you know?"

"Could you be a little more specific?"

"My feelings, you dumbfuck!" She snapped with fiery eyes.

I flinched. "Y-yeah," I said with my head hung low.

"Get out!"

"Butters, wait a second."

"No! Get out! GET THE FUCK OUT!!!" I got up and walked towards her. "Butch, I am warning you! Get. Out."

I took another step and caught a jab to my gut. Normally I would've tanked the hit, but without super invulnerability, I damn near crumbled to the floor.

"I just wanna clear something up! Let me try and make this right!"

"No! I'm done with your shit today!" She hit me with a hook and an uppercut that dropped me to the floor.

"Ngahh! Chill out! I swear I'm not screwing with you!"

"Bullshit!" She straddled me and brought down two more swift punches.

She held the last punch with her fist cocked back. Her anger was clear but also her sadness.

"Let's go out!" I said quickly.

"I'm sorry, what?!"

"Let me take you out, Buttercup. I'm not trying to mess with you. I WANT to take you out!"

"You mean like a date?"

"Yes! Just please stop punching me!"

"Are you gonna confess your hidden love for me like in one of Bubble's corny-ass movies?"

"No, because I don't love you," I said bluntly. She tightened her fist. "I don't think I understand what that is."

"So you ARE bullshiting me!"

"Dammit! No, I'm being for real. I want to know what it's like though. If you do love me, then help me learn how to love you!"

"…What about Blossom?"

What about Blossom? I'm sick of her brushing me off all the time!

"I ain't worried about Pinky right now!"

"…When and where?"

"Fuck it. We'll do it after work tomorrow."

She nodded. "Alright then. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Damn right, you will."

"Good! Now put your damn pants back on. You got a massive boner right now and it's really distracting."

I sighed and did as I was told. Was gonna have to rub one out to fix this one…