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Dreams of an Absolution	By : DeusExProcella Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 9670 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"There was a guy

An underwater guy who patrolled the sea

Got killed by ten million pounds of sludge

From New York and New Jersey"

Monkey Gone to Heaven (The Pixies "Doolittle")

Dreams of an Absolution

Chapter 27

It was an uneventful Thursday afternoon at the Townsville Public Library. Blossom sat across Baku's lap, deeply engrossed in a particularly musty old history book, almost as old and untouched as the book on Reaganomics her boyfriend poured over enthusiastically. Of the three, only Boomer was less than thrilled to be reading. He stared at his math homework, his brow tightly knit, his eraser, barely a nub now, shoved in his mouth. He glanced up at his friends, a smile weaseling its way onto his face when he saw the look of utter contentment on Blossom's face.

"Hey...sorry, but can you help me?" he asked. Blossom nodded, floating away from her comfy perch on Baku's lap. She leaned over Boomer's shoulder, eying the problem in question.

"Let's see...hm, that one?" Boomer nodded and sighed, setting his pencil down and rubbing his head.

"I know, I know, it's easy...I just can't get the numbers to look right. My head feels full of funk," he moaned. Blossom nodded, patting his shoulder and erasing a few of his marks. Boomer sighed, taking an extra long breath as Blossom's hair fell over his face.

"Why don't you wear your bow anymore?" He suddenly asked, surprising even himself. Blossom peered at him through her hair, an eyebrow raised, "Not that I'm complaining..." He muttered. She just smiled and shook her head, softly giggling as another serene look passed over Boomer's face.

"Everyone seemed to think my bow was a symbol of my leadership. When I gave up being the leader, I gave up wearing my bow," Blossom stood up straight, brushing her hair away from her face, "Why? Do you think I should wear it again?" Boomer stared at her, his cheeks bright red.

"Um...well I mean, if you wanted to. I uh..." His blush darkened, his grin growing, "You look pretty no matter what," It was Blossom's turn to blush. Behind them, Baku cleared his throat, glaring at Boomer while flames sparked from his eyebrows.

"Watch it, bro," Blossom rolled her eyes and waved off his threat.

"Relax Bay," She turned back to Boomer, smiling brightly, "I appreciate that, Boomer...it means a lot...oh right, your problem. Well you had a few of your numbers mixed up. It's actually 512, not 521. Try it again," Boomer furrowed his brow, settling back into his addition. Blossom, meanwhile, settled back into her seat. She looked up from her book to see Baku's still miffed expression.

"What's wrong? There is nothing wrong with Boomer thinking I'm pretty," she huffed. Baku snorted in response. His eyebrows were still on fire.

"There are a lot of things wrong with it! You're my girlfriend, he shouldn't think you're pretty!" Blossom sighed and closed her book again. She wrapped her arms around Baku's neck and gave him a soft kiss.

"Aku...don't be like this. You know how I feel about Boomer," She whispered.

Baku nodded, "I am aware, child. But don't forget how Aku regards the Blue Boy," Blossom nodded. She couldn't expect him to respect her feelings if she didn't respect his, right? Boomer suddenly jumped to his feet, throwing his fist in the air with a loud shout.

"I GOT IT!" A chorus of shushes, hisses, and threats from across the library responded. Blossom laughed; Baku rolled his eyes. His little victories never ceased to amuse Blossom.

"Good job, Boomer!" She offered with a tiny applause which, after a warning glare thrown his way, Baku joined.

"Yes...your victory over simple arithmetic will be remembered for generations..." He muttered, slipping out of his practiced dialect. Boomer laughed and scratched his head.

"You really think so? Wow, thanks Aku! I thought you hated me!" Another glare cut off a biting comeback. Baku just sighed and rested his chin on his head.

"I try, Blue Boy," Boomer laughed again. Suddenly, his laugh stopped and he jumped to his feet.

"I JUST REMEMBERED!" Again, most of the library told him to 'kindly lower his speaking volume' in a flurry of noises and comments that were significantly more annoying than his single outburst. Boomer dropped back into his chair, "Dad wanted to see you, Blossom!" Blossom blinked and pointed stupidly at herself.

"Mojo wants to see me?" Truth be told, she had been wanting to see Mojo herself. After what Boomer had told her, how Mojo asked for updates on her wellbeing, and after missing his last attack...she had a lot of questions for her once arch-nemesis. Boomer nodded and began packing his stuff, suddenly frantic.

"That's right! He wanted to see you today, we gotta hurry! C'mon! He said it was real important!" Boomer grabbed Blossom's hand and began to drag her toward the door. In an instant, Baku was alight with fire and in front of the two, fangs gleaming and hands pulsing with unchained energy.

"Release her this instant, Boy!" he snarled. No one dared to shush the monster, though a few did reach for their phones, ready to call the police, army, whoever at a moment's notice. Boomer blinked and looked at Blossom in confusion. Baku's power blinked out the moment he made eye contact with the powerpuff's icy stare.

"Sorry...just...you know...wanted to hurry..." Boomer mumbled. Blossom grabbed Boomer's hand and lead him to the exit. When Baku tried to follow, Blossom glared at him again. Taking the hint, the demon pouted, crossed his arms, and vanished in a flash of fire and smoke. Boomer, swallowing, scratched his hair.

"Don't be mad at him...it was my fault," Blossom shook her head. The two flew into the air, making their way to the Townsville Detention Center, hoping to get in a visit before hours ended.

"Maybe, but that's no excuse...and I'm not really mad, just a bit frustrated," Boomer nodded. In seconds the two were walking through a massive pair of armored doors. The process was never easy...at least, that's how Boomer described it. They had to scan their registration cards, check them for weapons (which was, admittedly stupid all things considered), read off a list of rules and regulations, and slowly, very slowly, lead them to Mojo's cell.

It was a solitary cell in the deepest part of the facility. According to the guard, it had been constructed specifically for Mojo Jojo. The cell was sealed by six doors, each with different passwords and levels of clearance required to bypass. By the time the cell finally opened, Blossom was exhausted just from waiting.

The guard looked uncomfortable as the three stepped through the first protective ward, into a smaller, more traditional looking cell. At first, Blossom barely recognized Mojo, sitting quietly in the corner of the cell, staring at a small color television. He looked up just as they walked in. The moment he saw Blossom, his eyes got wide. He climbed to his feet, switching off the television and resting a hand against the protective screen separating them.

"You came," He said. His voice no longer carried the dramatic, boisterous vigor she remembered. It was...normal.

"Yeah," Blossom glanced at the guard, who slipped outside. She slowly walked toward the cell, their pink eyes locked unblinking, "Boomer said you've been wanting to see me," Mojo chuckled, his gaze drifting to the floor.

"That is quite the understatement, Blossom..." Blossom paused, a few inches from the glass. No stutter, no repetition, just a straight answer. She bit her lip and crossed her arms.

"So...what did you want to ask me?" From the corner of her eye, she saw Boomer take a seat in the corner, watching them like a child waiting for his parents to start fighting.

"Originally? I wanted to ask you why you never came...but I suppose, we both know the answer to that, don't we?" Their eyes met. Of course, that was easy to explain. She hadn't arrived to stop his hostile takeover because she was busy planning her own. Blossom nodded.

"Then why now? Why not break out and try again? I'll be there this time..." Mojo laughed and shook his head. For some reason, he couldn't keep the smile off his lips.

"Why bother? I've seen for myself the power you possess. The world has seen your true strength. Only a fool would even dare cross you now," Blossom giggled and relaxed, moving her hands to her hips.

"Then I guess it's good that we've got plenty of fools, huh?" Mojo sighed and rested his head on the glass.

"You were so close..." her eyes widened, "In all the years I've tried to take over this town, let alone this world, I never came anywhere near what you achieved. It was amazing...seeing the lights, hearing the explosions, knowing that in the heart of it all...was you, Blossom,"

"To think that you, of all people, would come closer than any before you at conquering the city of Townsville...no the world. You ask me, why do you stay here, Mojo? I answer...why bother, if even you couldn't make it? You...my sister, my rival..." Blossom swallowed and rested her hand against the glass, pressed against Mojo's.

"I still failed...things haven't exactly gone well for me since then. I don't know how you managed to deal with it. The persecution, the hate, the fear..." She trailed off, shuddering.

"You may have not conquered the world, Blossom, but don't let anyone lead you to believe you've failed. Just look around you! Surely you realize what you've done!" He cried.

"But...I lost..." She jumped when Mojo's fist hit the glass.

"Have you? Perhaps you lost the battle, Blossom, but have you truly lost?" Blossom looked down, staring at her right hand. The bracelet now locked around her wrist...a shackle on her power to keep her under control. A symbol of how they repressed her...a memento of the fear she drove into their hearts. A reminder of just how close she'd come. She touched her chest, the scar Buttercup left no longer hurt.

Blossom looked up into Mojo's eyes, "Why did you want to see me?" Mojo turned away, pacing the room. In the corner, Boomer stirred, climbing to his feet. Blossom narrowed her eyes, "Jojo?" The villain froze in place, clenching his fists.

"Don't make me say it, you know why I wanted to see you, Blossom," Now it was her turn to hit the glass. The blow left behind a subtle, faint crack.

"Say it! Say it if you mean it!" Mojo sighed and turned to face her. He flinched, licking his lips. There was an unnatural air surrounding Blossom. A rippling, pulsing energy filling the room, one that even her bracelet couldn't contain. One that Dexter's machine couldn't comprehend.

"I...needed to see you again, Blossom. I have these strange feelings, ones I can't understand anymore. I think that...I took for granted the two years I had of being able to see your face, or hear your voice whenever I desired. Once I lost our contests, our battles, I realized how I needed them...how I needed you," Mojo sighed and folded his arms behind his back, standing before Blossom once again. They were nearly the same height now.

"I asked Boomer to bring you because I have these strange...uncomfortable, unpleasant, and downright peculiar feelings of...adoration, desire, admiration...love for you," Blossom smiled and closed her eyes. Her flowing power began to ebb, until trickling to a stop. She felt Boomer's hand on her shoulder, she could hear the guard opening the door again. Their time was up.

"You know...I've always respected you too, Mojo. You saved me and my sisters. You accepted us for how we were before anyone else. You've been...a constant, in our ever changing lives. I miss our battles..." Blossom smiled and ran her mitt across the crack she'd left in the glass. Lowering her voice, she spoke just as the last few doors began to open.

"To answer your question..." Mojo seemed taken aback. Suddenly, Blossom was like a completely different person. There was a fire in her eyes that even he didn't recognize, "They haven't beaten me, they've only made me stronger," Mojo and Boomer both shivered. Blossom's grin vanished the moment the last door opened.

"I'll talk to you later, Pops," Boomer called. Mojo waved, a contemplative look in his eyes. As the door began to close, Blossom caught a glimpse of a very familiar, toothy grin spread across his lips.
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