Circles

Summary: They're born again and again, but somehow, they always manage to find each other. GREENS.

Authors note: Somehow, I don't think that the universe is done with these two yet.

Somewhat of an AU I guess? They're reborn again and again, so it's different each time. Just something I thought of and wanted to write out.

Oh yeah, and it's going to have multiple chapters.

The Powerpuff Girls don't belong to me and as always they have human appendages.

Lyric's belong to Post Malone.

There and Back Again - they always find each other.

There and Back Again

Seasons change and our love went cold

Feed the flame 'cause we can't let go

Run away, but we're running in circles

Run away, run away

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XxX

Sometimes you open your eyes and you're in a new place.

A new life even. But you're still the same person.

Almost.

You're born again and again. Sometimes you know who you are right away, but other times it takes you longer to remember.

You are Buttercup Utonium.

You remember the first time you were reborn: you weren't with your sisters and you were living with a different family. And above all else: you had no idea what the fuck was going on.

You could remember everything from your past life so clearly. You had died from old age of all things. You should be dead. Should be, but you weren't, you were very much alive. You remembered a bright white light and suddenly, there you were: alive and young, in a new house with a new family, with no sisters and no professor.

You lived though that life, feeling like you weren't at ease in your own skin until you died and then you woke up again in a different life with still now clue what was going on – only that you kept coming back again and again living different lives each time.

As time goes and this happens again and again, you start noticing slight variations about the lives you lead:

It seems like you would be reborn every couple of decades. You know this because the first thing you do when you open your eyes and see that you're in an unfamiliar place; is look at what year it is and then compare it to when you originally died. You've lived almost several centuries over and that still feels weird to say.

Sometimes you have your powers, other times you don't. Those times particularly suck.

But you don't complain. You can't anyways, there's no one to complain to; people would think you're crazy. Besides, it's interesting to lead a quote on quote "normal life". It lets you see what your life could have been like if you had been born normally without the professor creating you and your sisters by accident.

Oh, the professor. You miss him. You miss him a lot.

You miss your sisters too. Sometimes your born into a family with siblings that look like them, but aren't quite them. Other times it's just you. Those times are particularly lonely.

You're still not sure why this keeps happening to you, because as far as you know, it seems like it only happens to you. You haven't run into your sister's reincarnations yet and you don't know if you ever will, but you always figured that the universe wasn't done with you yet.

You still look like yourself. That much will never change.

You might have lived multiple lives over, but your trademark looks that stemmed from your original life have never changed. Hair black as night, eyes as bright and sharp and green as sun drenched grass, bone and muscle structure tall and strong like a modern-day sex symbol – you are an attractive woman. You know it, and so does everybody else.

You are Buttercup Utonium. But not quite.

People tell you that you look like her – that you have some sort of uncanny resemblance to the old heroine – and it takes everything you have not to laugh at the comparison. You look like her because you are her. But you can't tell them that.

It can be a very lonely existence at times.

Despite the many changes that happen during every cycle, there is one other thing that hasn't changed aside from your looks. Not a thing, rather – but a person.

You always manage to find him. And he always finds you.

Butch.

It's like you're magnetically drawn to each other. You find him even when you're not looking. Sometimes it takes you longer to find him. Sometimes you don't remember him right away, and sometimes he doesn't recognize you. But he always appears with you in every new life you're thrown into.

You don't know how or why he reappears with you, but you distinctly remember seeing him in every new life. Again, there are times you don't remember him right off the bat, but every time you meet up with his latest reincarnation, there is something so achingly familiar about him that it makes you stick around, and then it all comes rushing back to you.

Are his brothers here? Is it just him? You're not sure. You've never gotten an answer out of him, but you assume not.

If your sisters aren't with you, then his brothers probably aren't with him. It's a sad thought, but it's the most plausible one. Damn counterpart theory.You think to yourself. It still haunts you even years after your technical death.

Despite everything, you're glad that he's here. He's the only one that you know from your first life. He's perhaps the only person who knows and remembers your shared pasts – the only one who you can talk to about what's happening to you both (when you both remember each other that is), and more importantly… you had a life with him in the past.

Your original one, that is.

It seems like you and him have some unfinished business.

So, for every life you live, for every time you open your eyes and find yourself in a new place with no memory of how you got there – you relax slightly, because you know that he's out there somewhere. You just have to find him.

That or he'll find you.