I do not own the Power Puff Girls or the Rowdy Ruff Boys.
Chapter One: New School; New Life
July 9
"You've got to be kidding me?" A seventeen-year-old boy with a black Mohawk and green eyes exclaimed. He was sitting with his brothers when he heard the news. His younger brother, with his wide blue eyes and blond beach wave like hair, was staring at their father with disbelieving eyes. His older brother, a never cut his hair red head wearing a backwards turned baseball cap looked at his father with a glimmer in his eyes, that his brothers didn't catch.
The Rowdy Ruff Boys were sitting at the breakfast table in their volcano home when Mojo sprang the news onto them.
"I can assure you, that I'm not, son." Their father, Mojo told them while sitting across the breakfast table. He was staring at each of them gauging their reaction.
Over the years, Mojo's black fur became tinged with grey around the edges and his voice was even more gravelly with age. Also with his age came the humiliation of being two feet shorter than his sons, each of them standing in the lower six-foot range. It was only because the boys were sitting down that Mojo was able to look them in their eyes while talking.
Among other changes were that the boys once they hit puberty grew normal human attributes such as ears, noses, necks, hands, fingers, toes, and feet. It was a bit of a shock to Mojo, and more so to the boys, who had to get used to their new bodies. Now, after growing pains and cracking voices, the boys stood at six foot three inches with strong lean muscles due to the chemical x in their blood.
This new feature apparently went for their counterparts as well. On the rare occasion that the Power Puff Girls flew near the boys' volcano, they would each stop and stare at the girls, or rather their trail of light. But since they were the same, they had to have undergone the change as well. Boomer would watch with slight adoration. Butch with indifference. Brick with a speck of jealously. The girls got to fly around going anywhere that they wanted. The boys however were for the most part confined to the city of Townsville, if not their volcano tower. But then again, if your children died and were brought back you would kept them under lock and key as well.
"You'll be going to Pokey Oaks High School." As expected he heard a chorus of groans come from his younger sons.
The dark haired Butch, folded his arms and set his chin down on top while leaning across the table. "Just splash us with antidote X, why don't, you?" he grumbled.
Boomer, the blond rolled his eyes at his brother's dramatic behavior, but wasn't feeling any less grumpy about said development. Instead, he sat with his spoon pushing his soggy cereal around the bowl. "I like being homeschooled."
Butch looked over to his younger brother. "Yeah, having class in my underwear is great." Turning towards Mojo, he tried to give puppy eyes. "Please Dad, don't take that away from me."
"That look stopped working when you were ten, Butch." Mojo grumbled, while looking towards his silent red haired son.
"Well, technically we're twelve, but who's really paying attention?" Butch joked while giving Mojo a cheeky smile.
Mojo shook his head at his middle son, before looking toward his eldest. "Brick?"
Brick, the red head, was sitting directly across from Mojo, but instead of looking as though the world were ending, had a contemplative look on his face. Though he wouldn't say so to his brothers, he had been wanting to go to public school for a while now. While he enjoyed the freedom that came with being homeschooled, he disliked not being able to talk with other kids his age besides his brothers. They shared just about everything and it got tiresome after a while. Brick wanted his own experiences. He wanted his own memories apart from his brothers. He wanted his own secrets. He wanted his own life, and going to public school would give him just that.
"Why don't we let Brick decide?" Boomer suggested.
Butch sat up at that and turned toward who he hoped to be their savior. "Yeah, let Brick choose. If he says yes, then we'll go. If not, then we kept on getting homeschooled."
Brick turned towards his middle brother and held his gaze for a moment. "You trust me to decide?"
Both his brothers nodded their heads. "Yeah, Brick." Boomer said.
"I know you won't let us down." Butch said, turning to smile cheekily at Mojo.
Mojo scowled at Butch. He knew how close the boys were to one another. If one of them thought something, then the other two usually thought the same. That's why it came as a surprise to him when he heard what Brick spoke next.
"All right. We'll be going to school then."
"Yes!" Butch fist pumped, only to stop mid-way when he thought about what Brick just said. "Wait, what? Brick!"
Brick shrugged his shoulder, pushing his fork against his now cold scrambled eggs. "What?"
"What do you mean, 'what'? Asshole!" Butch shouted, his anger rising quickly.
"Butch!" Mojo shouted at him.
"What?" he shouted back at Mojo. He growled lowly in frustration. "I'm not going to Pokey Oaks High School!"
Mojo feeling his own anger rise, stood up to look down at Butch. "I say that you are. Or should I say that Brick says that you are?" Mojo took great satisfaction at that moment to see Butch's face switch over to shocked realization before turning into angry indignation.
Butch's face turned red across the bridge of his nose in anger and frustration. "You… Brick… Monkey… Traitor!" he said while turning back and forth between Mojo and Brick. As he stood up he slammed his fist into the breakfast table.
Boomer barely grabbed his cereal bowl in time before the table crashed to the floor. He glanced between his remaining brother, his father, and his retreating brother.
"I swear that boy is going to be the death of me." Mojo muttered as he left the table to retreat to his own rooms, leaving Brick and Boomer.
"I'll go talk to him." Brick said as he stood up from the demolished kitchen table. Boomer followed after him after placing his bowl in the sink. Going up the stairs, Brick and Boomer could hear Butch banging around and things crashing against one another. Brick held his hand out to Boomer, cautioning him to stay back as he opened the door. Brick narrowly missed a fist colliding with his face. Butch looked towards his brother and removed his fist from the hole he'd just put in the sheet rock.
"What. The. Hell?" he spat. "Why in the hell would you agree with the monkey?"
"Oh chill out, Butch." Brick said while walking into his room. Taking a glance around the room, the damage wasn't as bad as it usually could've been. "A year of high school won't kill you."
"No, but boredom just might drive me insane." Butch said while sitting down on his bed.
Boomer chuckled as he watched his brother. "Aren't you already insane?"
"Shut up." Butch threw at Boomer. "Besides don't the girls go to Pokey Oaks?"
Brick shook his head. "No. Last I heard, they go to Townsville Academy High."
Butch scoffed at that. "Figures those goodie goodies would go to that private school."
Boomer nodded his head. "Yeah, I couldn't imagine having to go to the same school as them."
The rivalry was long since dead, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be awkward of both parties were to meet. Somehow the boys had managed to never run into the girls on the rare occasion that they would be let out of the tower. Then again the boys usually snuck out at night when Mojo would be asleep and not have to worry about getting caught. They knew that if they were to meet the girls and fight, it would eventually make its way back to Mojo.
"Forget about the girls." Brick said dismissively. "Think about it. We're getting out of the tower, and we don't have to sneak out to do it."
Butch and Boomer thought over that bit of information. Butch shrugged. "I guess, but it's only to go to another hell hole."
Boomer nodded his head. "I wouldn't mind getting to go out during the day. It does get boring around here."
Brick smiled to himself, liking how things were slowly going his way. "Right? So why not go to school? We'll be seniors, so we get to pick on a few freshmen, irritate some teachers. Hell, one of us might get a girlfriend."
Boomer smiled at the thought. Being a bit of a romantic at heart, he wished he had a girlfriend to spend time with and dote on. While he liked spending time with his brothers, he knew it wouldn't amount to spending time alone with a girl. So with that he gave a shrug. "All right Brick. I'll go."
Butch turned to glare at Boomer. "Of course you'd get brainwashed first." He grumbled.
Boomer rolled his eyes, not paying any mind to his brother. Brick smirked knowing that convincing Boomer was the easy part. Convincing Butch would be another altogether. "Butch, come on." When Butch didn't respond Brick tried another tactic. "Don't be such a wuss."
"I'm not being a wuss." Butch snapped. If nothing else, Butch had his pride and he wouldn't let anyone compromise that. Not even his brothers.
Brick smirked internally knowing that he had Butch on the hook. Now it was time for the line and sinker. "You're right, Butch. You're not a wuss." He paused for effect. "You're being a pussy."
Boomer smothered a laugh as he watched Butch's face go pale, then flood with red. He watched as a somewhat triumphant smirk crossed Brick's face.
"A pussy?" Butch hissed in a low voice.
"Yeah. A bonafide, abstinence wielding, virginity pledged, cross your legs pussy." Brick taunted knowing that this would get a rise out of Butch. Sure enough, Butch launched himself at Brick, tackling him to the ground.
Boomer wisely stayed out of the way, not wanting to get in between his two brothers. It was one thing when the three of them together would fight and horse around. It was a completely other whenever two or all of them got into a serious fight. Butch's already trashed room was getting even more so with the red and green ruff boys throwing each other around trying to get the other to submit.
Eventually, Brick was able to get Butch in a hold that rendered him immobile, only adding to his chagrin. "Do you give?"
When Butch tried to move out of Brick's hold, Brick only tightened his hold in response. Butch grunted in slight discomfort, before tapping the ground in submit. "Fine, fine. Now get the hell off!"
Brick let his brother go and picked up his hat that fell off sometime during the scuffle. "All right, now that that's settled," he said with a pointed look towards Butch, who's only response was the middle finger, which he used to scratch the back of his head. "I think we need to lay down some ground rules."
"Like what?" Boomer asked.
"Like not getting involved with the Power Puff girls for one." Brick said.
"They go to another school, genius." Butch said.
Brick shot Butch a glare, which Butch returned with one of his own. "We might see them more often once we start getting out more."
Boomer easily agreed to the terms. Not really caring since they would be going to a different school. Butch snorted and rolled his eyes.
"Butch." Brick addressed him with a warning in his tone.
Glancing up at his brother make leader, Butch caught the hard look and sighed. "Fine, fine. I'll keep to myself."
Brick nodded seeming to be satisfied by that answer. He wanted this school year to be perfect. The best year of his life if possible. Nothing his brothers did was going to change that.
"Second, don't go starting bullshit for something to do," Boomer easily nodded, but when he turned to look at Butch, "you listening Butch?"
Butch waved his hands dismissively. "I hear you."
"But are you listening?" Brick asked, while feeling his blood pressure go up.
Butch spared a glance at his brother. "No fucking with the girls. No starting bullshit. I said I was listening."
Brick rolled his eyes at his brother before addressing them both, "Also, try not to get expelled."
Across Townsville at the Utonium household, three girls sat sitting around the breakfast table staring at their father. Each with varying degrees of disbelief. The youngest, a golden blond who wore her hair in a braid with blue eyes, smiled in excitement. The middle girl, with black hair cut into a shaggy choppy bob and green eyes, smiled in relief. The eldest, a red head who wore her never cut long hair up in a messy bun on her head with pink eyes, smiled gratefully.
"Really?" The blond named Bubbles squealed. "We're really going to Pokey Oaks High this year?"
"Yes. After much discussion and debate," The professor looks across the table with a smirk at the red headed Blossom. "I've decided that since all three of you girls worked really hard at Townsville Academy, you get to relax by getting to go to Pokey Oaks."
The black haired Buttercup looked at her father with a suspicious smile. "All of us. Including me?"
The professor looked at his most physically aggressive daughter and smiled. "Yes, even you too Buttercup. Blossom even told me how you studying at night, despite telling us you were playing videogames."
Buttercup's smile disappeared with a flush on her cheeks, which she tried to hide behind a mug of chai tea. It was rare when her father knew she worked hard and verbally said he was proud of her. Still, she couldn't help, but be a little smug about it.
Jumping up for her seat, Bubbles ran around the table hug the professor and kiss him on the cheek. "You really are the best. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." She said before releasing him. "I've got to go call Robin she's definitely going to want to hear about this."
With that Bubble ran to go tell their best friend the happy news. Buttercup slowly stood up from the table and picked up her empty plate and mug. As she passed the professor, she nudged him with her hip. "Thanks, really. Also no more monkey suit uniforms."
The professor laughed at that, knowing how much she resented wearing the Townsville Academy uniform, which consisted of a dark grey blazer, a white button up shirt, a tie with the school colors, and plaid skirt, also with school colors. Buttercup did everything in her power to show that she hated the uniform.
"Mind the monkey jokes." While he wouldn't say it out loud, the professor did miss his former companion Jojo turned mutated villain Mojo Jojo.
Buttercup rolled her eyes and walked over to the sink to drop off her dirty dishes. "I've got to call Mitch, maybe he'll want to play some ball later today."
"No way, Buttercup!" Bubbles shouted from down the stairs. "You're going shopping."
"Says who?" Buttercup shouted herself.
"Says me. We're not going to be wearing those uniforms ever again, we need to celebrate by going shopping for new clothes."
Buttercup groaned. "Can't we just have a uniform burning party in the yard? That seems much more appropriate." She said while stretching her arms over her head, raising her shirt and revealing a shiny onyx and emerald belly ring. A belly ring that the professor knew nothing about.
Eyes widening at the sight of the pierced navel, the professor looked up at Buttercup's confused face.
"What?"
"When did you ever pierce your navel?" he asked, subconsciously wondering how she'd worm herself out of this one.
Realizing her mistake, she quickly put her arms back down and tugged on the hem of her shirt. "Umm, uh. You see, about that—." She paused when the professor gave her a disapproving look. "Hey Bubbles, when did you want to go shopping?" she said while nearly running out of the kitchen.
Blossom rolled her eyes at her sisters' antics. It was the thing that made home, home to her. Taking a final bite, she stood up from the table and made her way to the sink to wash off her dishes. "I'll be going with Buttercup and Bubbles to go shopping."
"All right, just be back before curfew." The professor said while turning his attention back to his notes.
"Sure thing." Blossom said as she passed the professor with a hug. "Thanks again, for letting us go to Pokey Oaks."
The professor gave her a one-armed hug as he continued to write in his notebook. "Don't worry about it."
Blossom left the professor to his musings to go upstairs to get dressed for the day. Upon appearing on the second floor, she immediately pulled down the hall into Bubbles' bedroom. Over the years, the girls eventually got their own rooms, styling them in their own signature color. Blossom's room decorated neatly with pinks, reds, and whites. Buttercup's room was covered with band posters with black and green and a bit of camouflage, in an organized mess. Bubbles' room was full of varying shades of blue with black and yellow hints, taking on a Bohemian feel.
Upon entering the room, Bubble's pushed Blossom onto her bed. Buttercup was already taking up residence in Bubble's swing chair, near the window. "Can you believe it? We're going to public school this year." She was so excited that her voice had gone up a few octaves.
"Yeah, I thought he was going to keep us at the Academy, considering that was where he graduated from." Buttercup muttered while gently swinging back and forth. "By the way, what did you say to him to get him to agree?"
Blossom shrugged. "Not much, other than we were growing up and would have to make our own decisions." She didn't want to say it, but this included them not always being together. She loved her sisters dearly, yet she couldn't help but want to have a life outside of the label of Power Puff girl.
"You got that right." Buttercup threw in. "I mean I love him but did he have to make us go to a school with Princess?" she shuddered just thinking about it.
Bubbles and Blossom both laughed and sighed at Buttercup's complaints. "Oh my god. No more Princess."
All three girls stood up and high fived each other, laughing like there was no tomorrow.
"Now, there isn't anything that could make our senior year go bad." Bubbles said.
"Shush. Don't jinx it, by saying that out loud." Buttercup said with a light shove to her sister. "Who knows what might happen."
"Exactly, we might wind up going to school with the Rowdy Ruff boys." Blossom deadpanned.
Buttercup and Bubbles both looked toward Blossom staring at her serious face, before she cracked and started laughing. The green and blue Power Puffs started laughing along with their sister. "Yeah, now wouldn't that be something."
"I couldn't imagine going to school with them. The place might just burn down." Buttercup joked, thinking about the destruction that ensued almost every time they met up with one another. Though she has to admit, it's been a while since she's had a decent fight.
Bubbles, who was looking down at her blue painted fingernails gave a contemplative look. "I wonder how they look now."
Just as the boys hadn't seen the girls, the girls hadn't seen the boys except from a very far distance. Along with the human attributes the girls all became beautiful young ladies, something that caused the professor to work more on defensive inventions. Each of the girls stood at a height of five feet five inches, with nice modest endowments, maintained through the occasional workout and the power of chemical x.
"You knows, and who cares?" Buttercup said while running her fingers through her short black hair. "As long as I don't have to deal with them or Princess, I'll have an awesome senior year." With that she left Bubbles' room to go get dressed. Blossom followed after her to get ready for the shopping day with their best friend.