You-DARN IT, ZSHIZSHI! THIS ISN'T SERPENTINE OR GREEN MAIDEN!

I'M SORRY, DON'T BE MAD AT ME GUYS! THE PLOT BUNNIES GOT OUT AND I'M TRYING TO GET THEM BACK IN, BUT THEY KEEP MULTIPLYING! DX

Gotta love the greens. Especially Butch, I like the idea of him being a master of snark (all these kids are snark masters, TBH). Plus the Blues would definitely be so done over the fact that the Reds and Greens always fight. I bet Bubbles and Boomer want a vacation.

She wasn't sure how she got here...actually, she remembered how it began. Buttercup just wasn't sure how she got here with him of all people.

It had been a pretty crappy day. First off, it was Picture Day at school, which meant that Buttercup had to dress girly for pictures.

Strike 1.

Then, they missed breakfast because the professor accidentally blew something up in his lab. So, she went to school hungry.

Strike 2.

Then they had a surprise math quiz that she barely got two answers right on. It was just a small one, not even counting towards her grade. Little Miss Perfect, however, saw it as the best opportunity to lecture her on how she "would have passed had she studied harder" and that "maybe this will show her to take school seriously".

Strike 3

So, of course, Buttercup was done at that point. Bubbles proved to be the wise one when she mentioned to their sister that maybe she should back off. Buttercup looked ready to bite her head off.

Nope.

The Commander and Leader feared no one.

Her lack of insight into her sister's temper despite being together since birth resulted in a screaming match where Buttercup basically called her every word under the sun.

Detention.

Strike 4

Of course, she's done twice over now and had to deal with a seething redhead, a lecture from the Professor about her temper, and no dessert for a week.

At least Bubbles took the time to mention to Blossom that she could have avoided the entire situation if she had left Buttercup alone. "You know she hates Picture Day. You know we didn't get breakfast. Do you think it feels good failing a quiz, because it doesn't. So why on Earth would you think it's a good idea to just add fuel to the fire, Blossom 'Holier Than Thou' Utonium?"

She loved Bubbles. Bubbles is her favorite. Blossom could suck it.

Of course, by then, she's so done, Buttercup is practically overcooked. So, she decided to vacate the premises until such time as she didn't feel like flipping the town upside down. Now, she's done this before.

Her longest stint was when she left and trained in Thailand, learning how to control herself in battle.

Good times.

Buttercup was like any other kid. She got huffy, cranky, and threw temper tantrums. But she was held to a higher standard because of her superpowers. Temper tantrums were scary when you had heat vision.

So, she found herself feeling suffocated when she was really stressed. She just wanted to be left alone, anyway. Sooner or later, her sisters would scour the city for her (again) and she'd listen to Blossom nag about her running off (again) before she shouts right back at her (again) and they're back to square one with Bubbles shaking her head in the background.

But not today, it seems, as Buttercup's suddenly found herself flying in a different direction than she intended and smashing into a building. "Ugh, what gives!" She coughed, pulling herself out of the Buttercup shaped hole.

"Look, what I found! A stupid puff!" Oh, of course! That makes sense. Life didn't suck nearly enough without her favorite moronic douchebag.

Butch Jojo of the Rowdyruff Boys.

Said idiot floated above her with a condescending smirk and arms crossed.

Nope. Not today. She can't deal today. Buttercup sent him a lovely hand signal before floating off. He blinked.

Usually when he even breathed in her general direction, he would up with a kick to the nuts. What gives?

"Umm... I'm over here, Butterbrain!"

"Well, I'm going over there!" She just kept... this... she's not actually...Butch huffed angrily.

He'd had a pretty crappy day.

First, Mojo woke them all up at the butt crack of dawn to recite some insane crap about how "today was the day that we destroy the Powerpuff Girls. Which is to say that the Powerpuff Girls will be no more today. Which means there will be no Powerpuff Girls tomorrow, despite there being Powerpuff Girls today and yesterday. That is because by the end of today, the Powerpuff Girls will be destroyed. Which means-"

It was not a pleasant thing to wake up to. It was not.

Strike 1.

So, after slugging Mojoke and flying off with his brothers to hang out, he ran into another convenient issue. They missed breakfast! The monkey was so focused on what he was saying (repeatedly) that he forgot to make breakfast! Brick demanded that he find them some food.

Boomer refused on account of that whole Blue Puff (Bobble? Balloon?) jumping him and taking his place thing.

So Butch scoured this crappy town, looking for food and got food... only for Brick to complain because it was tacos. Not that it was usually an issue, they all loved tacos.

But they had been eating tacos all week and apparently he and Baby McBoomer were tired of tacos. So then he had to look again and by now, it was noon.

He hadn't eaten all day.

He'd done nothing but fly around, looking for food good enough for his royal Brickness and Lady Baby McBoomer the Third. Neither of which asked if Butch might want more tacos.

Strike 2...Hell, Strike 2 and 3

Then, he had come back after finally grabbing some burgers to see The Red Hat Wonder and Captain Dumbnuts had eaten the tacos after all and were no longer hungry!

Which resulted in Butch flipping his lid. Which led to Brick exploding and Boomer trying to calm Butch down with an offer to go get him some food this time. Because Butch didn't want burgers, but Sir Bricksfor Brains the Second wanted burgers before suddenly changing his mind about tacos.

Strike 4

Boomer adamantly tried to cool Butch back down. "Look, dude, chill. How about I go get you something this time? What do you want? Pizza? "

He loved Boomer. Boomer was the favorite. Brick can go suck it.

But, Butch is not easily appeased and the shiner on Brick's stupid face can attest to that. He flew off, angry and starving.

He ate the burgers. Screw Brick, these are his now. But he's still angry and suddenly he sees the perfect outlet.

Out of all the Powerpuffs, Buttercup is obviously his favorite. Sure, one could say it was because she was his counterpart, but Butch felt it was deeper than that. They drew to each other every time they met. Every punch was at full force, no need to hold back. No need to pretend. Just be honest.

It was like they knew each other better than their siblings. He predicted her moves, she saw through his. Fist to fist, kick to kick, they fought like two lovers who danced.

He never felt that fighting her sisters. Bubbles was too quick, Blossom took too long to think things through. They didn't get it. Fighting was a complex dance, practically. You couldn't speed through it, but you also counted lag behind. You couldn't just move willy nilly, but you couldn't overthink it.

Buttercup got that. She understood on a molecular level what it was. A true warrior was like a dancer, moving at the right times and standing still at others. They were like two massive storms. He was hurricane, crushing everyone in his wake. She was a tornado, ripping everything apart. Put them together and BOOM! Apocalypse.

So, why was she ignoring him now? When before she jumped into a fight, now she brushed him off. Butch refused to be ignored.

Ever.

With a well aimed lunge, he blasted her to the outskirts to the city before following. She landed, hard, and glowered at him. "THE HELL'S YOUR PROBLEM, RUFF?!"

"DON'T IGNORE ME, BUTTERBRAT!" he snarled, eyes glowing. "ARE YOU GONNA FIGHT ME OR WHAT!?"

"ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!? YOU'RE BEING A BABY BECAUSE I WON'T FIGHT YOU!?"

"WHO YOU CALLIN' A BABY, PUFF?"

"YOU RUFF!" They glared at each other. "Look, today is not the day, Butch. It's been nothing but one crap basket after the next! So, listen to me when I say piss off!" Butch glared harder, but did take note of her clothes. He snorted.

She was in some frilly get up (it was now RUFFED up, though... shut up, he's funny) with a green bow in her hair.

A bow!

What is she, Blossom?

Butch's ire from earlier melted as he began cracking up, "what is that?! Is that a bow?!" Buttercup growled and crossed her arms. She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." He did. Finally, though, he caught his breath.

"Finally acting like a girl, Puff?" She flipped him off.

"It's Picture Day, moron. Blossom practically held me down before I could leave the house." Butch blinked.

Picture Day?

Oh right she was in public school. Mojo homeschooled them ("I refuse to allow my, admittedly, most successful creations to be considered idiotic. Which is to say that you will be taught in the same material as every other child in this town, including the Powerpuffs. In other words, you will be-") so he knew stuff, but thankfully they had no... Picture Day.

"Picture Day? The hell is that?" Buttercup growled.

"A stupid thing they make us do at school- that's where you go learn things, Butch-"

"Screw you."

"No. Anyway, I have to dress up like this so that we get good pictures... or so Bubbles said." Buttercup huffed, "so yeah, I got stuck with this unholy get up. Then we had a test I totally flunked and Blossom decided to remind everyone why she's called Little Miss Perfect and nagged about it."

"Ugh, she sounds like Mojo. And Brick."

"She kinda is. Oh and then when I finally yelled at her, I get detention just because I used a few 'inappropriate' words."

"You? Inappropriate words? Never." She snorted. Absentmindedly, they both sat on the ground.

"So, yeah, now I have a pissy redhaired nag machine-"

"Pfft."

"Going on and on about how I was completely out of line and how she was only trying to help and blah blah blah. And of course, the Professor pulls me aside and talks about my temper and now I can't have dessert for a week. Oh, and I missed breakfast." Butch blinked.

"Seriously? Same here." Buttercup looked at him. He did look pretty agitated. "So, Mojo decided to wake us all up before the sky was even freaking awake-"

"Okay, Anna."

"Quiet, Christoph. Anyway, and he does it in normal Insane-Mutated-Monkeynese and totally went on for at least thirty minutes about how today was the day the Powerpuff Girls are destroyed blah blah blah. So we ditched, but remembered that Mojo had apparently forgotten to make breakfast, so we're all starved. So Brick tells me to go get food because Boomer's still whiny about when Bobble-"

"Bubbles."

"Bubbles then. When Bubbles jumped him and took his place for a whole day. She was not fooling anyone, by the way, who graffitis in cursive?"

"Tch. That's Bubbles, so extra."

"SMH. Anyway, so I spend the whole morning looking for breakfast because-APPARENTLY-Lord of the Brickbutts-" chuckle-"Doesn't want tacos. Oh no, they've been eating tacos all week. No, Duke of Brickdom wants a burger."

"But tacos are life. Your brother is a loser."

"Right? So, then I go and get some burgers but I have to wait because we eat enough burgers to rival the burger bandit-"

"I thought it was the burger burglar?"

"Eh, tomato tomahto. So I'm standing there for another thirty minutes, get back, and they ate the tacos! All of them! They're not hungry anymore, though, because I took too long. So, now I haven't eaten, it's two o'clock, I've been up since six thirty. So yeah, crappy day." Buttercup groaned. "So your sister's a tool, my brother's a douchebag."

"Sounds about right. Of course, what do we expect? We're the only cool ones."

"Y'all got that right, Puff." She glared suddenly.

"But seriously, what is up with the Reds? They think just because they're the leaders that they can walk all over us." Butch crossed his arms too.

"Yeah, when we're the ones who do most of the work. Brick and Boomer combined can't even bench press what I can!"

"I lifted a mountain top! A literal mountain top! I competed against the 'strongest man' in the world and won by lifting a mountain top!"

"I once punched you all the way to Mars!"

"And I kicked you into Saturn!"

"HIM begged me to not throw another tantrum!"

"The president pleaded with me to never play tag again!" By now they were yelling about all the amazing and destructive things they do and how their siblings just didn't realize how powerful the two actually were.

Soon, they felt their energy become pent up and Buttercup, with a crazed bloodthirsty glee that rivaled Butch's, hissed, "let's fight!"

Butch roared, "HELL YEAH!" And off they shot at each other, practically splitting the ground. Loud booms and explosions abounded as Butch threw her to ground and she retaliated by punting him into the trees.

Mindlessly, blissfully, they fell into a routine. Each punch and kick was thrown with force. Each block and dodge was executed with precision. The ground became littered as these children with borderline godlike powers slammed into each other, clad in neon and forest green light. It was horrific like a Spartan battlefield, but astonishing like a Tchaikovsky ballet.

Each cut and bruise was a step, a turn.

Each abrasion, a pirouette.

Follow his lead, she'll hypnotize an audience.

Step with her, he'll capture the imagination of the crowds.

But like every dance, it ended and the two were left on the ground. Lying side by side in a crater as the clouds rolled by, ignorant of the violent ballet that had just reached completion.

Her face and body stung, her dress was torn to shreds. The stupid bow on her head had been lost in the massacre. But she felt better than ever before, even if her knuckles were bleeding.

Butch laid next to her, blissful and laid-back. Half his face was swollen and he probably had broken ribs. He probably got a concussion or two, but he was much more serene then before.

They hadn't done that before, just fought. Usually he had committed a crime and then they fought, but this time it was different. Now, there was no crime. They just let out all their pent up anger and directed it at each other. As usual, she matched his strength, but she let her own bloodlust shine through today. He loved it, really.

He glanced at her, she looked back. Buttercup looked angellic, Butch looked devilish.

So the two stayed that way, watching the clouds before, eventually passing out. An unspoken promise between them.

"I'll always dance with you."

"BUTTERCUP!"

"WHAT DID THAT JERK DO!?"

"HEY, PUFFS, BACK AWAY FROM OUR BROTHER!"

"Butch, can you hear me? OW!"

"He's unconscious, Stupid! He can't hear you!"

I... Was honestly gonna leave this as a one shot, but... I think I can work with this.