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Fear of the Unknown	By : KamirineGoddess Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 8813 -:- 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-Boys Will Be Bastards
- 2-Girls Will Be a Lot of Things
- 1
- 2
Author’s Notes:
I’ve introduced the boys so this chapter is dedicated to the girls. I originally was going to skip right to then going to the island but I wanted this story to have foundation and backbone so I thought this chapter was appropriate.

Anywho, please enjoy and thank you all so much for reading thus far!!

Fear of the Unknown
Chapter One: Girls Will Be…A Lot of Things

“…And I can’t believe he had the audacity to actually make such a ridiculous report about women in politics!” Blossom shouted furiously as she flew from one side of their shared room, to her bed, placing a few articles of clothing in her large pink suitcase.

Buttercup rolled her eyes as she placed a deflated volleyball into her bag while Bubbles sighed wearily, placing her favorite swimsuit in her own.

Blossom had been ranting about Brick and his stupid report ever since the end of school yesterday, when the pair had gotten into a major argument while giving a debate for their class.

And quite frankly, Buttercup had heard all she could stand about Brick for one lifetime, let alone an day.

“Blossom, why don’t you just admit that you’ve got sexual tension and--”

“Oh no,” Bubbles whined softly, closing her eyes fretfully at what she knew would come. Sure enough, before the raven haired beauty could finish, a very angry red head was in her face, arms on her hips and pink eyes narrowed. “I do not have sexual tension Buttercup!”

“Oh that’s right,” Buttercup announced as if she were in complete shock, even going so far as to place a hand on her cheek. “You can’t have sexual tension! Little Miss Prim and Proper Blossom can’t possibly have anything like that! Perish the thought!”

Bubbles giggled as Buttercup folded her arms over her chest, glaring at her sister smugly while the red head turned away. “So says the girl that can’t possibly seem to comprehend the difference between fighting with a boy and flirting.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?“ Buttercup frowned and Blossom gave her a small smile. “And here I thought it was obvious.“

“If it were obvious, then maybe someone other than you would know what you were talking about!” Buttercup snapped and Bubbles quickly raised her hand, bouncing up and down on her bed. “Oh! Oh! I know! She’s talking about Butch!“

Buttercup glared at her then back at Blossom, who now crossed her own arms and had a rather smug smile on her face that screamed ‘I told you so!’ before the raven haired girl growled.

“We do not flirt and I do not--you here me? Not--have a thing for that bastard!” Buttercup cried angrily, looking as though she might punch the girl square in the face but Blossom didn’t appear phased as she simply shrugged in a melodramatic fashion. “I’ve just made a simple observation: you both seem to find anything to fight about and you always get in each other faces--“”

“Like you want to kiss,“ Bubbles gushed and Blossom nodded. “Exactly. You both act exactly the same--”

“I do not go around picking on people and stealing things and--”

“Maybe not so much but you do pick on Bubbles and you both have same…habits,” Blossom sighed as if she was already sick of explaining herself. “You both act so much alike that it’s a little, well, creepy.”

“What about you, Little Miss ‘Goody-Good Too High and Mighty’,” Buttercup snapped. “You get into more arguments with Brick than I ever have with anybody else!”

“Have not!” Blossom cried defensively and Buttercup pointed at her. “You two are just alike but in different ways so your not really alike but…you are!”

There was a moment of silence and the blond and red head only stared at Buttercup in confusion.

“That doesn’t even make sense,” Blossom teased finally in a superior tone and Buttercup growled lowly, balling up her hands into fist at her sides.

“Girls! Girls, please!” Bubbles called fretfully, looking sad. “No more fighting okay? None of us like either of those mean, awful boys and we should stop joking about that!”

Both Buttercup and Blossom simply clicked their tongues and looked in the opposite direction of each other, stubbornly folding their arms over their chest.

“She started it.” Buttercup muttered and Blossom immediately looked at her outraged. “I did no such thing! You were the one--”

“Who cares!“ Bubbles exclaimed exasperated, flying quickly to their shared vanity dresser and taking a small stick of deodorant and tossing it to Blossom before tossing a small can of spray deodorant to Buttercup who also caught hers. “Let’s talk about happy things! Like Princess actually doing a good thing for once and letting our entire Junior class spend the weekend on her private island!”

“What’s so great about it,” Blossom frowned, floating slowly to the ground and walking back over to her bed, the only one out of the three to be neatly made up, before tossing her deodorant in her suitcase. “She may only be doing this to get the much needed extra credit and flaunt her ridiculous money. “

“So?” Buttercup scuffed, tossing hers in her suitcase from where she standing and Blossom glared in her direction. “So? She shouldn’t need to depend on extra credit to pass a class! She should pay attention and dedicate herself to her schoolwork! And flaunting money just for the sake of making those that don’t have as much feel bad is never a good thing.”

“High and mighty strikes again,” Buttercup grumbled but whether Blossom heard her or not was irrelevant because she was choosing to ignore her. “Besides, I could be using that time to study for our final exams that we will be having the week after next instead of rotting my brain with useless things like swimming or sports. And boys.”

“Like swimming and spor--did you really just say that!” Buttercup exclaimed, smirking in ridicule and Bubbles shook her head. “Boys are always fun Blossom! What about flirting?”

“What about it?” Blossom asked matter of factly and Buttercup held up her hand to Bubbles. “Don‘t bother. Getting that stick in the mud to understand anything other than boring stuff is a waist of your time. Not that I blame her about the boys,” she added, frowning slightly. “Stupid as they can be. But no swimming? Or sports? Blossom, don’t try to go and ruining this for me and Bubbles with your ‘definition’ of fun.”

“We’ve earned this vacation,” Bubbles added hopefully and Buttercup nodded. “What with stupid classes--”

“Educational classes that will better improve your intelligence and career choices when your older,” Blossom corrected her and Buttercup glared before she continued. “--saving the town constantly--”

“And that’s another reason we don’t need to leave,” Blossom cut in a ‘you should already know this‘ type of fashion. “We need to stay in town to protect the city of Townsville and it’s citizens. What if Mojo decides to try to once again, take over in our absence? If those obnoxious Gangrene Gang try picking on today’s youth, trying to rot their impressionable minds with their…stupidity? Or if Fuzzy kidnaps Miss Bellum?”

“Mojo hasn’t tried anything for months, it’s the Gangrene gang--I mean come on!--Fuzzy hasn’t broken out of prison yet, quite interrupting me when I’m on a roll and stop being a stick in the mud before I get pissed off!“ Buttercup snapped. “We haven’t gotten to do anything fun like this in a while and as long as the trip is free and there will be sports: who cares?”

“I care,” Blossom retorted stubbornly, crossing her arms. “This could very well be a trap being laid by Princess--or worse. She could be working together with those stupid Rowdyruff Boys--”

Buttercup threw her hands into the air as she gave a frustrated sigh, floating to her own bed while Bubbles looked between the two and stood up, focusing on Blossom.

“Blossom, I don’t think Princess would try anything on this trip,” the blond replied softly, taking over where her hot tempered sister left off. “Remember: she hasn’t made herself a threat to us since our freshmen year.”

Which was true. The girl had finally grown up--well okay, no she hadn’t. Really, she just finally decided that since she’d grown up to be quite pretty, had a lot of money that could buy her way through school and good grades, and was still a spoiled brat--she was just better than the trio and no longer had a desire to be a Powerpuff girl.

It had made things better. Well, at least for Bubbles: She still rather despised Buttercup (the feeling was mutual) and Blossom still seemed to get under her skin since she could never seem to one up the red haired leader. But she’d actually managed to strike up a bit of a friendship with Bubbles. And since both girls were on the cheerleading squad (Bubbles captain to Princess’ co) it seemed better for both parties if they just got along together.

Blossom sighed. “Fine maybe…but…”

“And who cares if your boyfriend goes,” Buttercup snapped and Blossom geared up to go into another tirade but the raven haired girl continued. “We’ve been kicking their butts for years so if they try anything, we just get to do it on an island this time.”

“I still think that this is a stupid idea and that we could be doing more important things with our time,” Blossom announced matter of factly and her sisters sighed. “And those, such as the Rowdyruff boys, that barely go to school shouldn’t be allowed to enjoy the perks: it’s not fair to us that excel.”

In reality, the girls personalities hadn’t changed that much but it certainly didn’t make them see eye to on to many things:

Buttercup was still the tomboy of the group with a bit of an attitude though it had drastically improved over the years. She was practically a one women team at their high school and played ever sport there was, minus football--a matter that no person in their right mind ever brought up as the girl was still sour about the entire ordeal. Though she couldn’t say the same for her academic career: she wasn’t a bad student, per say, but it was obvious she would rather be on the soccer field than sitting in Algebra II learning something she knew she’d never use again in life if she could help it.

The baby of the trio, Bubbles, hadn’t changed much either. She was still kind and sweet to an almost annoying extent and was far more subject to talk her way out of arguments than be as combative as her two sisters (Buttercup with fist, Blossom with words) but that didn’t mean she let anyone walk all over her: she’d learned at least a few things from her aggressive sister and Mitch Michelson had learned the hard way once what happens when you look up her skirt.

She still loved her artwork--she’d excelled at it over the years--but this had also led her into loving fashion designs and she often had moments of experimenting with different clothing and jewelry, Buttercup usually being her guinea pig.

And then…there was Blossom.

There were many ways and…words… to describe Blossom, though the class favorites were ‘Little Miss Perfect’ or ‘Stick in the Mud’. The girl was still the top of her class and had been ever since kindergarten: she’d never so much as gotten a A- minus. Nearly all of her classes now were advanced and the girl overachieved as much as Buttercup played sports: Debate team, science club, Spanish club--anything that wasn’t remotely ‘fun’ or ‘sports’, she seemed to be apart of.

She was president of her years student council, almost sure to win Valedictorian of their class once they became seniors, and was seemingly doomed to follower their father’s footsteps in science in lab work: she’d already narrowed down her choices of colleges (and had been excepted to several) due to their exemplary science and mathematical departments.

Their look seemed only to magnify their personalities and further set the girls apart:

Buttercup’s hair was still short, no longer flipped at the ends but layered with long bangs that swayed to the left and nearly covered her emerald eyes.

She didn’t ‘believe’ in skirts or dresses anymore but instead, developed an obsession for cargo waist hip-hugging baggy pants, tan being her favorite color, with two belts that hung loosely around the waist: one in the loops and another that just seemed to hang there and defy the laws of gravity, both black.

Her shirts changed on mood as she only had two favorites: a green, black, and white short sleeved mid drift jersey tee with her name over the number ‘2’ on the front and ‘Kickass’ over the same number on the back. (Made by Bubbles no less.)

The second was a simple hunter green sleeveless turtle neck that zipped up all the way, revealing just enough of her stomach to show off her favorite silver studded belly ring.

She loved wearing her black bands, her favorite being another of Bubble’s creations: it used be one of her favorite belts that had broken during a fight with Ace, so Bubbles just cut it, replaced a few missing silver studs and added a zipper right down the middle of the entire creation (that could actually unzip and stash very little things), a smaller silver belt buckle being added as it’s fastener.

She didn’t wear make up (and if she could help it, she never would) and other than green, black, and white converse shoes, mid thigh combat boots were her life. The only earrings she wore were silver studs, two in each ear. (The professor refused to let her pierce her tongue--that’s how she got the belly ring.)

Bubbles’ hair was still a golden blond and she never quite got out of taking it out of pigtails or sweeping her bangs out of her face, though she had a habit of also wearing it pinned up in side braided buns.

Blue was still her color, though she’d grown to love all shades of it now, her favorite being a rather short pleaded skirt that faded from navy blue at the bottom to white at her waist, her top of choice being a spaghetti strapped camisole, that faded from light blue to white in the middle, navy blue ribbon and white frill lining the low plunging ‘V’ neck line as well as crossing over in the middle of the silk fabric, a lacy white floral print on the majority of the front that began at the middle and stopped at the bottom minus a small upward point: her first creation.

She loved silver bracelets, three being the maximum she would wear on her right wrist as her left was dedicated to wearing only a silver wrist watch, a gift from the professor, with a blue fading to white in the middle face, the numbers being in Japanese characters and the arms meeting in the middle with a small kitty face that smiled brightly. Her earrings were simple silver hoops, the size changing depending on her mood.

She loved her blue lace up flat sandals, closed toe, though she did have a habit of slipping on flip-flops of the same color as well. She did like wearing makeup but not nearly as much as one would think she might since the professor insisted that she was a ‘natural’ beauty.

Blossom’s clothing was…conservative to say the least. She always wore a pleaded pink, white and black pleaded skirt (black being the dominate color) with a simple button up long sleeved white bell cuffed shirt, white knee high socks and black Mary-Janes. She often wore a white lab coat over her outfit, buttoned closed, so most people never really saw the outfit short of her flying through the hallways to her next class or leaving the school. (She didn’t eat lunch, she used that time to work on her extra credit assignment of the day.)

Long red hair was kept the same high ponytail, minus the red bow now though she still had her yellow and red heart clip to pin it up. And when she felt like being rebel, she sometimes pinned up only the top of her hair in a ponytail and left the rest down…though her bangs had yet to change over the years, minus they were longer on the sides, reaching her shoulders.

She wore no make-up as she saw no point to it and no jewelry save a smile silver watch with a simple pink face on it. She also wore small diamond studs in her ears but nothing more.

Bubbles called it tasteful. Buttercup called it boring. Blossom called it practical.

And then there was their free time activities: certainly Blossom was the queen of the school when it came to academics and on the battlefield she was second to none with her ingenious tactical plans and leadership skills. But when the girls were off the field of battle and out of the academic ‘prison’ as Buttercup called it, that’s when Blossom really stood out to more than just her sisters:

Buttercup played video games, Bubbles loved to draw, and Blossom liked to play in the lab.

Buttercup liked her scary movies, Bubbles loved her romance ‘chick‘ flicks, and Blossom wouldn’t watch anything unless it was educational in some form or another, documenties being her favorite.

Buttercup tried her best to ignore boys (and would never admit she liked one), Bubbles believed that one day she’d find her true love and wasn’t afraid to gush at romance--and Blossom simply didn’t have time for it because it didn’t fit in her schedule.

Buttercup owned just about every video game system in existence though her passion was playing any sport that wasn’t too girly: her personal favorite, soccer. Her teammates loved her, the other schools feared her. And she’d earned the respect and admiration of more than a few boys in the same categories as she was known to kick their ass during the annual Co-Ed sports tournament that happened during ever annual class trip--just what she was looking forward to over the weekend--even though there was one particular sport she always lost thanks to a certain green eyed bastard captain of their three year running state and national champion team--but again, not to be brought up.

Now Bubbles was the type that was doomed to be popular. She had become quite a beautiful girl, if Buttercup constantly upper-cutting males that got a little too ‘fresh’ with her was any indication. Her overall sweet demeanor and upbeat personality was more than enough to win over most of her peers. It was because of this and her seemingly endless amount of energy that had resulted in the blond getting on the cheerleading team but it was her positive nature that called for her to be the captain: “We have to empower the players to want to win,” she’d said when asked why she wanted to be on the squad when trying out. “We have to let them know with our voices, our actions--our very hearts that no matter what happens on any playing court, we’ll always be rooting for them: that they’ll always have us on their side and their best interest in our hearts.”

That little speech had gotten her quite the standing ovation, though Buttercup swore that most of the boys would have rooted for her just to see her ‘jump’ again.

Her artistic talent was equal to none and her creativity in fashion had resulted in a heck of a lot more hits than misses, something that she did frequently when the girls had nothing better to do.

Blossom however, was either always doing one of three things: homework, working on experiments in the laboratory with or without the professor, or scribbling down tactical plans and notes from past battles to improve in their fighting.

That’s it.

The girl was often called ‘Mini Adult’ by her peers but for some odd reason, she’d taken to it more as a compliment than an insult as she thought that most wished they could be as mature as she had become and it never seemed to bother her that she was never invited to anything: parties, events, or anything that one remotely thought to be ‘fun’. (She didn’t have time for that crap anyway.)

All three girls still shared a bed room, though now they had their own beds and parts of said room:
Buttercup’s side was messy and unkempt (she only cleaned it when the professor forced her to), Bubble’s room was a little better, but was littered with stuffed animals, clothing, and her artwork…and Blossom’s room was neat, well kept, and so clean that Buttercup often complied that it was blinding.

There was only three things all three girls seemed to be eye to eye on: fighting the forces of evil, loving their father, and their feeling of the Rowdyruff Boys.

Well--kinda.

“I really don’t think it would be such a bad thing if they are allowed to come,” Bubbles replied with a small smile and Blossom stared at her as if she had finally lost her mind while Buttercup looked thoroughly sickened. “For the love of--Bubbles you’re still going about that? He was just joking when he said that! He’s a bastard!”

“An irresponsible, reckless, womanizing, jerk that wouldn’t know how to handle a real woman and the responsibilities of relationships at that,” Blossom added and Buttercup blinked at her before muttering. “Yeah…that too. Look the point is: he’s a Rowdyruff Punk Bubbles!”

“For the last time, I am not interested in Boomer!” the girl protested, blushing deeply and looking at her hands as she played with them nervously. “I only meant that since they are part of our class, that it would be wrong not to include them to go.”

“Yeah right,” Buttercup replied sarcastically and Blossom shook her head. “Look Bubbles, you have to remember that he’s a criminal mastermind--” Blossom paused before shaking her head again. “Too much credit. He’s a juvenile delinquent with no sense of respect for others, their property, and especially women. He may be the tamest of the his three monstrous brothers, but that doesn’t make him a good catch either Bubbles.”

“Not like we’d let you go out with him anyway,” Buttercup snapped, punching her fist into her hand as if she was ready to fight and Bubbles sighed. “ No really girls I don’t--oh let’s just stop talking about them before Blossom--”

“And now that you mention them, can you believe Brick actually had the nerve to say that ‘It was a man’s world for a reason.’ ?!”

Her sisters sighed and threw up their hands in unison before they quickly picked up their suitcases and flew for the front door, the red head starting up a new rant and floating after them with her own.

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Author's Notes:
Thanks for reading thus far! More to come soon!
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