Me: Hello FanFictioners! Some of you may know me from my alleged "Queendom" over the Peanuts comics' branch of the site. But this time, I've decided to write a PPGxRRB Fanfic. I have seriously been obsessed with The PPG since I was probably about five years old.

Blossom: Aw, you've loved us for that long?

Buttercup: That's kind of creepy.

Bubbles: I think it's sweet! :3

Buttercup: You think EVERYTHING is sweet.

Blossom: She has a point, Bubbles.

Bubbles: I don't think spinach is sweet!

Me: Me either, it's gross. Oh yeah, and no flames, please, unless it's a bonfire and I'm invited. :3

Bubbles: I love bonfires!

Blossom: Me too!

Buttercup: *shrugs* only because it involves setting stuff on fire.

Me, Bubbles & Blossom: *roll eyes*

Me: The Girls and Boys are roughly 16 years old and have normal features, noses, fingers, et cetera.

Blossom: As we should.

Me: I do not own the PowerPuff Girls, or the RowdyRuff Boys. But if there was a unicorn in this story, I would probably own that.

Bubbles: UNICORNS! Yayy!

Buttercup: Blech.

Bubbles: but unicorns are sooooo cute!

Buttercup: no they aren't, they're fierce and they stab stuff with their horns! Ha-ha!

Blossom: unicorns aren't even real.

Bubbles: *tears up* Wh-What?

Me: Okaaaaay girls, let's get on with the story, shall we?

Blossom: yes, please.

Bubbles: *nods eagerly*

Buttercup: yeah, whatever

Me: Sorry the first chapter is so long. They won't all be like that! Maybe! Please review and let me know what you think!

xoxo ~ml

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Code Red

POV Anon

"BUTTERCUP! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH OCTI?"

Bubbles' frantic screams echoed throughout the small home in Townsville. Her long blonde hair was tied in two cute pigtails that hung casually down her back. Her baby blue eyes were wide with worry as she flew down the hallway to her sister's room. The three heroines no longer shared a room. They were older now, and each had her own separate room.

At the sound of the pounding fist on her door, Buttercup tensed up and pulled the headphones out of her ears. She had been sitting cross-legged on her bed, playing Angry Birds on her iPod. "WHAT?" she shouted.

"BUTTERCUP! I know you took Octi! Give him back or else!"

Buttercup rolled her emerald green eyes and put the headphones back in her ears. "You don't need that stupid doll," she mumbled. She shoved a strand of short black hair behind her ear and went back to playing her game.

In seconds, Bubbles had the door swung open, a slight crater where her fist had made contact with the wood. She flew over to Buttercup's bed and snatched her sister's iPod out of her hands.

"I know you took him Buttercup," she cried, tears forming in her eyes.

Buttercup just sighed and stared at her sister.

"Why do you even need that thing for anymore?" she grumbled. "Haven't you outgrown it by now?"

"He's not an it, Buttercup! And he's my friend!" Bubbles put her hands on her hips with a pout. "I need him!"

Buttercup, obviously not gaining anything from this, rolled her eyes again and reached under her bed. She pulled out a ragged, faded old stuffed octopus with a little black hat nearly falling off its head. "Here, whatever," she grumbled, tossing the octopus to her sister, who immediately snatched it back into her loving hands.

"Thank you." she threw her sister's iPod back onto the bed and stuck up her nose in Buttercup's face.

Buttercup just stuck out her tongue.

"It's okay, Octi, I won't let her octopus-nap you anymore," Bubbles cooed to the octopus. Buttercup scoffed and was about to return her headphones to her ears when suddenly, a loud, urgent beeping sound broke the peace and screeched into the room.

"The hotline!" Bubbles squealed. She dashed out of the room and down the stairs into the living room with Buttercup on her trail. Their other sister, Blossom, already had the phone pressed up to her ear and was listening intently to the Mayor on the other line.

"Uhuh... Uhuh... Sure thing, Mayor!" Blossom threw down the phone and looked at her sisters, who were waiting eagerly for her instruction. She bit her lip and twiddled a strand of her long, pumpkin-coloured hair between her fingers as she prepared to tell them about the emergency.

"Who is it?" Bubbles asked cautiously. "Mojo Jojo?"

"Or the Gangrene Gang?" Buttercup cut in. "I've been itching to smash that Ace's head in all week!" she kicked the air.

Blossom slowly shook her head, staring into space. She was imagining someone her sisters could not see.

"Well, who is it then?" Bubbles and Buttercup begged.

Blossom closed her large pink eyes and opened them again, very slowly and dramatically. The other two shared a confused, worried glance.

Finally, their sister spoke. "It's... The RowdyRuff Boys." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she focused her eyes in on each of her sisters once more.

The other two gasped. Bubbles clutched Octi tightly in her arms and gave a whimper.

"The RowdyRuff Boys?" Buttercup scoffed. "I can take all three of them in my sleep! Remember last time? We were all like, bang! POW! Whoosh! DEAD! Hah!"

"That's just it, Buttercup," Blossom said sternly. "The very last time we fought them, we thought they were dead. Remember? Mojo destroyed them..." she thought carefully back to the time when they were five years old.

"Oh, yeah..." Buttercup recalled, disappointed. "But then how are they alive now?"

Blossom just shrugged. "Either way, the Mayor called about them, and we've got a job to do, girls!"

Buttercup smirked eagerly. "I can't wait 'til I get my hands on that Butch... He's DEAD!" she pumped her fist in the air and laughed.

"I like them!" Bubbles squealed happily. Her sisters stared at her in awe. Her cheeks turned bright pink. "What? They're cute! Especially Boomer."

Buttercup rolled her eyes again. "Bubbles, you think everything's—" but Blossom shot her a glance that shut her up.

"Come on, girls!" Blossom called, pushing off from the ground and flying out the door. Buttercup glared once more at Bubbles, then followed Blossom. Bubbles hugged Octi, set him carefully down on the couch with a smooch, and trailed after her sisters.

Blossom

As I flew towards the outskirts of Townsville where the Boys were terrorizing the citizens, I couldn't help but recall my own male counterpart and the battle which had ensued between us.

His dark red eyes had burned with the fire of the sun, his arms folded across his chest and a smirk on his lips...

I shuddered. I hadn't thought about those eyes since I was a very young girl.

My eyes flicked to my left and to my right, where each of my sisters was poised and ready for the epic standoff between each of their own opposites. Buttercup's eyes were narrowed and heated, preparing to shoot a laser... Bubbles' face was curious, though determined as she looked on at her deep blue counterpart...

Though I hadn't recalled it in years, the memory was easily brought to mind, like an event of only moments ago. I briefly closed my eyes as I flew and remembered the way they had fought...

My opposite was quick; cunning. He darted from one side to the other, making me think and stay on guard at all times. I threw a punch, he deflected it with ease. He dared a kick; I knocked him to the ground. This was truly my match in every way...

A faint red streak darted past us in the sky. The three of us stopped in our tracks and hovered there, waiting for an attack. A blue streak swirled around us. My eyes darted about, trying to watch every corner of the sky. Now a green streak cut briskly between Bubbles and I, causing a sharp wind to blow our hair back. Buttercup tensed up, balled up her fists and bent her knees—prepared for anything.

"Well, well, well." the deep, yet familiar voice smirked. "What have we got here, boys?" we whirled around to face our old enemies.

He was just as I remembered him. Only... Older. Much older. That smirk on his face was the same as it had been all those years ago. That red hat. The long, carrot-coloured hair. And those eyes. Those tantalizing, seducing eyes. It took all my strength to look away and glance at the other two. I had to admit, the boys had grown into sharp looking young men.

Boomer still had a cute little boy face, his light blonde hair and deep blue eyes giving him the curious look of a small child. Though his body was quite the opposite. His arms and chest were rippling with muscles, which I could see through his skin-tight T-shirt. He watched Bubbles with mild curiosity—he didn't look at all threatening. That one will be easy for Bubbles to take down, I thought confidently to myself. My eyes trailed to the opposite side of their leader, and I paused only briefly to look into his blazing red eyes again.

Butch looked like an army man. He was buff and scary. He had nothing on but a white wife beater and deep green cargo pants. Boomer's muscles were nothing compared to Butch's. His dark green eyes squinted harshly back at Buttercup, not blinking. He was large and mean-looking, and I shuddered internally, thankful that Buttercup was strong and fearless. She was eager, too. There was nothing but pure hatred between them as they stared each other down, each daring the other to make their move.

Finally, I brought my stare back to the group's leader.

"Brick," I scowled at him. He raised a single eyebrow.

"Ah, so you Puffs still remember us," he said with a smug grin. "I thought you would've forgotten..."

"How could we forget your ugly faces?" Buttercup barked. At this, Butch growled at her. Like a dog.

"How are you still alive?" I asked Brick through gritted teeth. "Mojo destroyed you years ago."

"So what if he did!" Boomer exclaimed stupidly. Everyone glared at him and Brick sent his fist through his brother's cheek. "Hey!" Boomer rubbed his cheek in protest.

"Shut up, Boomer," Butch grumbled.

"Yeah, we got destroyed... or so everyone thought," Brick smirked. "He never really destroyed us, babe. He sent us away, to be trained, so we could destroy you."

"In your dreams, Lizard breath," Buttercup spat. "We're way better than you. Always have been, and always will be."

"Is that so?" Brick questioned. Buttercup just nodded once, returning her death glare back to Butch, who returned it with great visible ease. "We'll just have to see about that..." he narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Get them."

Buttercup

Stupid RowdyRuff Boys. Why did they have to come back when I was just about to beat my high score? Stupid. Boomer was just as stupid as I remember. And Brick still had that stupid hat from when we were kids. 'Cept now his hair was longer. And that idiot Butch. Man, I just wanted to wipe that stupid grin off his stupid face and show him what's good for him! That stupid smirk was the same as ever. The only thing different about him was that stupid cowlick was gone. At least that was an improvement.

As soon as their leader told them to have at us, I didn't wait for Blossom to tell me twice. I lunged at Butch, catching his shoulders in my hands. Damn, he was strong. Had a good set of muscles, too. But he was no match for me, I knew. There! I scored a punch to the side of his stupid face. But he caught my other fist in his hand, flipped me, and sent my flying in the opposite direction. Before I could crash into it, I pushed off of a building with my feet and rocketed back at him. It caught him off-guard and he stumbled in the air from my kick.

"You're pathetic," he laughed, quickly recovering from the blow.

"We'll see who's pathetic when you're lying face down in the dirt!" I shouted back at him. I lunged again but this time he slid out of the way, sending me tumbling forwards mid-air.

"So sure of yourself, are you?" he taunted.

I just lowered my gaze. I couldn't even look at him. I just wanted to punch that stupid smirk off of his ugly face!

Okay, so maybe he wasn't that ugly. But I'm a girl. And not just any girl, but a girl who kicks ass. And girls who kick ass should not be thinking guys are cute. Especially not evil villains. Yuck. A drop of rain fell onto my arm and I peered up at the sky. Dark, ugly clouds had come rolling in from the west. Barely a moment later, it was pouring. Butch's white tank top got completely soaked through, and I really got a good view of his body. Man, he was buff. Rippling arms, notable Pecs, and rock hard abs. I decided to give them a test drive and sent my elbow through his chest. It actually hurt. But I wouldn't let him know that. His muscles were impressive. For a Ruff.

Butch was good, but he wasn't good enough. I thought about using my laser beam on him, but thought the better of it. He was my match. My equal. It had to be a fair fight. Man-on-man, no powers, no weapons. Just me, punching that jerk's lights out. I rolled up my sleeves, swiped the hair out of my eyes and started back in at him. This was going to be the best fight of my life.

Bubbles

They were all just the same as I remember them! Except they all had cute new haircuts! Teehee!

Wait, I mean, they're dummies and meanies and I hate them! Especially Boomer! What with his shiny blonde hair, and his cute dimply smile, and his pretty blue eyes...

Those eyes squinted at me now, trying to be threatening, but I saw right through his facade. Boomer wasn't a villain. I can tell when somebody's a villain, and Boomer wasn't one. He had a good heart. He just followed what his brothers told him to do. Poor Boomer, all his brothers did was pick on him... Just like me. All Buttercup does is steal my stuff and treat me like a baby. And I'm not a baby! I wonder if Butch is a bully like that to Boomer at home... I felt bad for him.

"Get them!" Brick shouted at his brothers. Butch immediately made a lunge for Buttercup, and after a second, Blossom and Brick had at each other. But Boomer didn't budge. He just kept that silly villainous look in his eye, trying to scare me. And he did kinda scare me. But he also reminded me of that little boy I once knew, with his soft, piercing blue eyes and little button nose... I wasn't kidding when I'd said he was cute!

I figured if one of us was going to make a move, it might as well be me. So I jumped at him, throwing a punch towards his left cheek. He cringed and shielded his face as I approached, not even bothering to fight back. I just couldn't hit that innocent little boy face! I skidded to a halt mid-punch and hovered there, studying him. He held his position for another second; bracing for impact, then opened his eyes and peeked at me, wondering why I didn't hit him. I smiled cutely and waved. He blinked, confused.

"Wha-why aren't you hitting me?" he asked, dumbfounded.

I raised an eyebrow curiously. "I might ask you the same thing..." his eyes got wide and he turned pink.

"Uhh...I..." he muttered, trying to regain his confidence. He was such a cutie. I knew he wasn't a fighter, and he wouldn't hit me if I didn't hit back... I hoped.

He swung his arm around, his fist clenched, and I just kept that same smile on my face without flinching. After a second, I felt his fist barely touch my cheek and he lowered his arm in defeat.

"Aw, I can't hit a girl," he murmured. "Go ahead, beat me up, I won't tell my brothers I let you."

I giggled, looking around to see if anyone had noticed. They hadn't. Blossom and Brick were far, far away on the ground, and Buttercup and Butch were really getting into it.

"That's okay," I shrugged. "I don't really want to hit you either. You're too cute!" when I realized what I'd said, I immediately covered my mouth with my hand and gasped. But it was too late. Boomer had already flushed a deeper shade of pink than before.

"But we're supposed to kill each other!" he said, shaking off my compliment like it was no big deal. But I could tell that it was. I put my hand to my chin and tried to think. A group of scary, angry clouds all of a sudden appeared out of nowhere. I felt a few drops of rain on my nose and I wiped them off.

"Ah!" I squealed, having thought of the perfect plan. "Why don't we just pretend to fight? They won't ever know!"

Boomer seemed to like this idea and he nodded eagerly. "Alright, that works for me!" he crouched down in the air and lunged himself—carefully—at me. I picked him up and spun him around—slowly—and pretended to slam him into a building. I didn't actually throw him. He did the slamming part on his own. Then he pretended to rub his head and he flew back at me in a burst of blue light. As he pushed off, a bolt of lightning flashed in the distance, followed by the distinct rumble of thunder. He aimed a kick straight to my face, but he didn't actually touch me at all. I reacted by dramatically flailing my arms and staggering backwards. I couldn't help but giggle at this. He smiled shyly at me, too, and that made me laugh even harder as I brought my fist underneath his jaw, lightly. This was fun!

Blossom

I lunged at Brick on his signal. I couldn't let him get away this time. I knew that this was the day one of us—either the PowerPuffs or the RowdyRuffs—would fall. And I would use everything in my power to make sure it wasn't us.

Brick was tough. His muscles and determination showed it. There was a reason he was their leader. Our arms shoved one another and I whirled around, locking my legs around his neck. I grabbed his waist and threw him to the ground forcefully. It was a tough blow to take. I was winning already. I could see the anger in his fiery eyes as he lay there in that crater on the ground. I tried not to smirk at his discomfort, but it happened anyways.

Before he could recover, I flew down to him and kicked his chest, sending him further into the hole. He let out a groan and I waited for him to get up. I wanted this to be fair, not easy. He took his time crawling out of the hole, playing it up like he was weak, and then went in for the attack. He snatched at my legs and picked me up off the ground, whirled me around in the air and with a strong punch I was flying in the opposite direction. I shook off the punch and came right back at him, aiming my feet at his gut. I hit him hard and he keeled over in pain.

But he was quick to recover and he flew up above me, shielding the sun from being in my eyes. His red cap and carrot hair glowed like firelight, but not for long. Quickly he was no longer framed by the sun, but by dark, menacing clouds. I scowled and darted at him again. He ducked out of my way and threw a punch to my arm. I felt a few cool drops of moisture on my skin. It felt good. I let out a loud cry as I kicked him straight where the sun don't shine.

The rain was really coming down now, and a flash of lightning illuminated the pained look on his face right before my eyes. It was sad, to see such a cute face so hurt. But he deserved it. Another flash of lightning as I grabbed at his soggy t-shirt. My hair was soaked and dripping down my back and my clothes were drenched to the bone. But I didn't care. I lifted Brick up off of his knees and I smiled cruelly.

"This is for all the pain you caused me"—I punched him in the jaw—"my sisters"—an elbow in the gut—"and the entire city of Townsville!" one final kick to the chest just as lightning struck, this time close and frightening. Brick was hurled down to the ground. I put my hands on my hips and waited to see if he would rise. He was a fighter. He toughed it out and after a minute or so, he was moving again. This time he brought on his full attack.

We were face to face, eye to eye, nose to nose as he grabbed my shoulders, forcing me backwards. Another lightning strike. The rain was coming down in buckets, but I knew none of my team was going to give up.

"The pain I caused you?" he mocked. "The pain I caused YOU? HAH!" he pressed his face up against mine now, he was sweaty and gross and it was raining to top it all off. His hair was stuck to his face—as I'm sure mine was, too—and his red cap sat limp and sad on his head. "You don't know what pain is, babe! You have no idea what it's like to be ME."

I was shocked. Being a Ruff couldn't possibly be anywhere near as difficult as being a Puff. I shoved him back, still nose to nose, as I retorted, "Like you have any idea what my life is like! What I deal with!"

He leaned his head back and laughed, one sharp, cutting note that made me so furious I saw red. Literally. As he laughed, I saw another bolt of lightning flash in my eyes. But this time I didn't hear the thunder. In fact, I was the thunder. The lightning hit us both dead-on as we hovered there in the rain, fighting one another back.

Getting struck by lighting was, in a word, exhilarating. It was searing pain, blindness, loss of control, and then falling. Infinite falling as we hurdled down to the ground, hitting it hard. And there was where I stayed, or so it seemed, for a long while.

I don't remember much of what happened next. I remember blanking out and then waking up when it was still quite rainy. Perhaps seconds, moments, or possibly even hours later. But when I peered to the side of me, I saw a clump of orange hair and a red cap on the ground, and I knew that Brick was still out, too.

Anon

The rain was coming down in buckets as Butch and Buttercup continued, unceasingly, to have at it. But something was wrong. They had been in combat with each other for what had felt like hours, but their siblings were nowhere to be seen. The first to notice this was Buttercup.

"Hey, wait a sec! Where's Blossom and Brick!" she shouted as she slammed her counterpart into another building. He rubbed the back of his head and peered around. They had barely noticed the rain during their fighting. But now they couldn't see a single thing. All they saw were two blue streaks twisting around each other, which they knew to be the blues battling one another.

Buttercup glanced at Butch, who was still lying flat against the building, punched him in the face, and sped over to where the blues were having their "fight".

"Damn, that girl can punch," Butch moaned, but he shook it off after a few seconds and followed her light green trail.

For a moment, the greens were quite puzzled as they looked on at their blue siblings' "attacks".

"Aaaahh!" Bubbles was screaming dramatically as Boomer sent a kick in her direction. His kick clearly did not touch her, but she flew backwards regardless. "He he, my turn!" she squealed, returning "fire" with a fist to the gut. But her fist merely tapped Boomer's gut and he let out a wail, flying backwards in false pain. They were even fake fighting in slow motion. The two blues laughed simultaneously at their little game.

Butch and Buttercup raised their eyebrows and actually looked at each other, both very confused and concerned.

As Boomer raised his arms to give Bubbles the good old "one-two", Butch raised his voice and sent Boomer dead in his tracks.

"BOOMER! JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" he bellowed furiously.

Boomer started and blinked several times before lowering his arms and shrugging defensively. "I-I... I'm just fighting her, Butch," he offered, gesturing to Bubbles.

"That's not fighting!" Buttercup cried, throwing her arms in the air. "You guys aren't even TOUCHING!"

Bubbles looked ashamed of herself. "We were just play fighting, Buttercup," she mumbled. "We didn't really wanna fight each other, so we pretended."

Buttercup and Butch both smacked themselves on the forehead. "You have to beat him up!" Buttercup said sternly, "Like this!" and she punched Boomer straight in the nose

"Ow!" Boomer whimpered, holding onto his nose. "That hurt!"

Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Duh!"

"Hey!" Butch punched Buttercup in the arm, and then kicked her in the gut. "No punching my brother!"

"It's not nice to kick my sister!" Bubbles cried out. She shoved Butch out of Buttercup's way.

And then all four of them started to argue all at once. Bubbles and Boomer still wanted to pretend fight, while Buttercup and Butch tried convincing them to really fight. The rain was pouring onto each of their heads, soaking them from head to toe.

CRACK! at the sound of the lighting strike, the greens and the blues, including Butch, all jumped and looked above. There, high above them in the sky, were two red sparks, growing larger and larger in the blinding light from the lightning bolt. The lightning seemed to linger for hours, though it was only visible for a few seconds. As soon as it was over, the two sparks of red began to fall, dropping like dead weight down to the ground.

The blues and the greens all exchanged surprised glances before zooming down to the ground to check on their leaders.

Brick

"Brick! Yo, Brick man! You okay?"

Butch's obnoxiously loud voice broke my trance like an alarm clock. My eyes flew open and I jumped to my feet. The rain had let up a bit, and now it was merely drizzling.

"I'm fine," I assured my brothers. But they were nowhere near me. They hovered around another red heap close by me. I scowled. "I said I'm fine!" but my voice didn't come out right. It was all high and squeaky and girly. I covered my mouth with my hand, not trusting my own ears.

"Blossom!" the blue blonde girl rushed at me and threw her tiny arms around my body. It felt strange and alien to me as I was nearly knocked down by her hug.

"What the—let go of me!" I mumbled into her shoulder. I shoved her once. She immediately took her arms off of me and I scowled, so very confused with it all.

"Sorry, Blossom," she muttered.

"Blossom?" I repeated disbelievingly. I looked down at myself. Was it true? Sure enough, I was no longer dressed in my baggy jeans and my red and black striped t-shirt. I now wore a light pink skirt, Mary Janes and a magenta blouse. I had a necklace on, for God's sake. I slowly reached up on top of my head. My lucky red cap! It was gone! I searched the ground around me until I finally spotted it behind me. I snatched it up and tried to force it on my head—but it wouldn't go. There was a big frilly bow in the freakin' way!

"Blossom, put that down, it's got boy germs on it!" the green girl scowled at me. She smacked it out of my hands and it landed wetly on the ground with a splat.

"Put what down?" I heard my own voice say dizzily. But... I didn't say that. I didn't say anything. I turned around and saw something I had to do two double takes in order to be sure I was seeing straight. There I was, sitting on the ground merely five feet away, but it wasn't me! I was standing right here in my place, looking at myself! The me on the ground shook his head, stood up shakily, and took a look at me-me.

"You had us worried, Brick," Boomer said with true concern in his voice.

"Not me," Butch laughed, "I know you're not a wimp. A little lightning can't never hurt a Ruff!"

My own brothers slapped each other a high five, approached the other me and slapped him on the back too, helping him dust himself off. But that me didn't budge. He was still staring at me dead in the eye.

As soon as he had looked me in the eyes, I ultimately knew what had happened.

I, Brick Jojo, was in the body of—dare I say it—Blossom Utonium. And she was in my body.