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A Brighter Future	By : Kyoshiro Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 2915 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own PowerPuff Girls, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-A Brighter Future
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An incredible shockwave rolls through Townsville accompanied by the sonic boom associated with such a blast. A climactic battle was occurring above the city as the warm summer sun descended from the sky and the first stars of twilight began to appear. Blues, reds, and greens clashed as the young heroes and villains fought furiously in mid-air. As blue collided with blue and green clashed with green, the sounds of their battle assaulted the ears of the citizens. “Look, up in the sky! It’s the Rowdyruff Boys and the Powerpuff Girls! They’re at it again! Go girls!” A single citizen exclaims this and soon begins cheering loudly for the Powerpuffs.

Before long, most of the city has joined in cheering joyously for their saviors. Yes, the city adores their little heroes, though now not so little. It has been a long time since their kindergarten days and we are all older for the passing years. The girls have filled out to varying degrees, Bubbles more so than her sisters in several ways. Long shapely legs, the largest bust of the three, and an air of poise and balance made her quite a beauty. She still wears her hair the same way, but her pigtails start from higher on her head and are longer than before.

Buttercup, much to her own dismay for reasons she refuses to divulge, looks amazing herself. Firm perky breasts and a well rounded rear makes her a looker to say the least, but to top it off she has a lean, well-toned frame with just the right amount of muscle mass to make her look strong but not unfeminine. She too still wears her hair in much the same way that she always has except that the ends are now straight and her hair is parted so that her left eye is covered.

It was Blossom, however, that caught the most attention, though with the exception of a few dates, she ignores it. She has large, yet firm and perky breasts, long shapely legs, a round and supple ass, and all in all a very womanly figure. She still has her long and flowing red hair that now reaches down to her lower back. She even still has the same old hairclip. She looks so elegant and composed that any man is immediately drawn to her.

To me, though I hate to admit it even to myself, she looks damn near perfect. They still wear their respective colors when in uniform though they opted to wear black spandex shorts under their skirts for practical reasons.

Us boys look older ourselves in fact. We no longer wear our old uniforms as the girls do but opt instead for windbreakers of our respective colors along with simple faded blue jeans and white sneakers. We look more like a street gang than a team of super villains now and I can’t help but note how this has always been more accurate than any other title we were saddled with. We never commit any big crimes anymore but instead constantly pull pranks on the good people and steal anything we need. Today it was a nice plasma screen T.V. that Boomer insisted on. The idiot.

Now here we are, trading blows with the powerpuffs yet again. I am so sick of it.
The T.V. was broken before we could even get it home because that hothead, Buttercup, couldn’t keep from shooting poor Boomer in the back with a laser beam. He, of course, dropped the worthless thing and it broke on the street below. Boomer decided to retaliate without orders and so here we are. I smirk as I dodge a blow from the redhead and look to my brothers. Their looks were more than just deceiving; it was outright ridiculous that they look so mature. They had certainly grown in height, Butch was now around 5 “11 in height and looked the incredible hulk on steroids. OK, maybe not that bad but he was definitely one ripped dude. Thick muscular arms, six-pack abs, a tree-trunk-like body, and a chiseled look about him that screamed muscle-head.

Boomer on the other hand looks like the epitome of all that is skater. His blond hair is long and shaggy, his stormy blue eyes have a relaxed/stoned look in them, and his body is thin and agile in appearance. He is the shortest of us and definitely the thinnest. He has long thin arms and legs with taught and well-toned thin muscles; he demonstrates his amazing speed and agility every time he gets on a skateboard or heads into battle.

Then there is me, Brick, the leader of the Rowdyruff Boys. I believe myself to be in a delicate balance between my two brothers. I’m no weakling for sure. I have thin arms yes but every bit that is there is muscle mass. Thin taught cords of muscle make up my arms and legs making me swift and agile, but at the same time quite strong if I do say so myself. A well-toned chest and broad shoulders combined with a six-pack that is considerably less defined than Butch’s but still there. My hair is longer than ever and held in a low ponytail, the tip of which reaches down to my knees. I still wear my red baseball cap backwards and my bangs hang down to just above my eyes. I get some attention from stupid girls that love ‘Bad Boys.’ More than my brothers, that much, at least, is certain.

Lately I’ve become discontented with my lot in life. I have become tired of watching people scream and flee in terror from me every time I walk down the street. I’m tired of people booing and hissing at me. I’m tired of always losing in the end. What is the point of taking what you want when someone will always come to try and take it back? My brothers don’t understand but surprisingly they are very supportive of me in what I am about to do. They told me that if I went through with it that we would be enemies from that moment on but they would help me get there nonetheless. I was amazed and endlessly grateful to them. They, of course, told me not to get all mushy on them or they would change their mind so I quickly clamed up. I know how they felt though and that is enough.

Well, here goes nothing. I’m going to do it. No turning back now. As Blossom flies at me, fist raised to strike me down, I duck and fly down to the ground, landing with a quiet thud as I crouched so that me legs would absorb the impact of the sudden drop. When I raised myself back up, Blossom was standing in front of me, tapping her black Mary-Jane shoe against the concrete. “What’s wrong Brick? Scared?” She taunted and it actually made me laugh. I am capable of destroying her relatively easily in all likelihood. I just haven’t been able to bring myself to really hurt her lately for some reason. “What’s so funny? Jerk.” She growled and that only made me laugh that much harder. “Cut the crap Bloss…. you and I both know I could take you blindfolded.” I smirk at her and stare at her with those calm crimson eyes of mine. That always gets her attention for some reason that I can only guess at.

“Yeah whatever…. So if you don’t want to fight then what do you want Brick?” I chuckle quietly in that unnerving way of mine and simply continue to smirk and stare at her for several moments before I finally speak. “Blossom, I want a chance.” She scoffs and takes a step back, her face full of disbelief and, if I look hard enough, maybe a bit of hope. Then again maybe I’m going crazy. “A chance to what?! Act like a new man and then stab all three of us in the back? I don’t think so! You tried that one once already! Remember?” She spits out her reply with disgust and I don’t blame her, however I must press on. “Blossom, I don’t want to be evil. I mean that with everything I am.” “Which is a cheat and a liar and a thief and a-“ I cut her off and continue,” That isn’t the point here, Bloss. I honestly want to turn over a new leaf. I’m tired of everyone screaming in terror and running away every time I walk down the street. I’m tired of mothers hiding their children when I pass by. I’m tired of being treated like a monster.” “Brick you can’t just expect me to believe that suddenly, out of the blue you want to be one of the good guys! I mean-“ “I know…That is why I’m asking to be given a chance to prove it. Please.” I watch as Blossom sighs with exasperation and looks at her sisters as they fought my brothers. “They’re not going to like this, Brick. Especially Buttercup.” I nod solemnly to her and look up at my brothers. “Brick, if you really want this then I won’t deny it to you. It will take time to gain our trust. Even more time to gain the trust of the rest of Townsville.” “I know that Blossom. I just have to try. I want to know what it’s like to not be hated and despised by the majority of the world.” “OK Brick. Let’s start proving it right now. Help us get your brothers under control and we can go from there.” She lifts up into the air and I remain where I stand for a brief moment as the light of the setting sun behind her frames her face perfectly, making her seem to glow with a golden light.

At that moment I knew. I could find peace here. I smile at her, and I think it’s the first genuine smile I have had in several years. “Sure thing, Blossom.” And so I fly after that beautiful redheaded angel, and toward a better life.
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