Corrupted Blossom's Story

Corrupted: Blossom's Story
Chapter 1: Kidnapping
Blossom would've admired the view, IF she hadn't been handcuffed to a chair. She squirmed, fruitlessly, to escape the bonds. Eventually, she gave a huff, and stopped writhing, and took a critical look at the beautiful landscape that sprawled before her. A single, bone-white road twisted over the hills, branching out into villages that dotted the hills with glowing yellow specks. The road was lined with hedges, the leaves silvery, as the lamps that were stationed along the road flickered to life. There were large maples that surrounded the estate, their leaves shades between gold and red. After those, rows of fruit lined the garden, everything from boysenberry to Chinese pears. The trees were closest, downsizing as they got farther away. Past the fruits, veggies were put in orderly, strict ranks, also from largest to smallest. She grinned when she noticed that the tomato was in both the veggie and fruit sections. After, flowers dominated the area. Roses, colored from blue to black, white to red, gold to silver, and even two to three colors each! Beyond that were lilies, of all colors, lavender, peonies, bluebells, and star-like flowers she didn't know the name for. There were probably more, but she could see no further, save for bright pinpricks of colors, possibly the fireflies that flew, and a rare, self-lit flower here and there. It truly was beautiful, and as picture-perfect as could be.
A light tapping of footsteps tore her attention away from the beauty of the garden to a young, pretty maid. Her hair was cut short, her dress modest, with a crest on the apron pocket. She gave Blossom a friendly smile, which was hesitantly returned. "My lord says that if you do not try to escape, he will allow you to roam the estate." Blossom arched a brow, a bit surprised. She mulled it over. After seeing the garden, she wondered if there were any more pleasant views about the mansion. It seemed, in any case, the best option for her right now.
"Fine," Blossom murmured, waiting patiently as the maid unlocked the handcuffs. She stood, rubbing her sore wrists in an attempt to regain circulation. "May I borrow a change of clothes?" She asked, politely, as soon as the maid returned from replacing the chair to its rightful position. The girl nodded, and led the young redhead through a sequence of halls and stairs. Blossom memorized the course, so she would not inconvenience the girl too much in the future. "What's your name?" she asked the blond maid.
"Oh! How rude of me," She murmured, looking a bit flustered. "My name is Clarissa." After a brief silence, she spoke again. "You know, you're the most polite guest to ever visit. The last one insulted every maid that tried to assist her, so master sent her back." She told Blossom, as she rounded another corner. "It's been a year since master invited another guest."
"Is that so?" Blossom said, interested. "Well, then I'm honored to be able to visit." To be honest, she was a little bit upset. How were Bubbles and Buttercup doing? Clarissa stopped in front of an ornate door.
"This is your room. There should be sufficient clothing. Please, stay in your room for now, as dinner will start soon. Also, my lord requests you wear something formal, for you will meet him at dinner tonight." Clarissa smiled at Blossom, before leaving. Nervously, she stood before the door.
"Well, here it goes," she murmured to herself. She closed her hand around the knob, and slowly twisted it open.
She found herself in an elegant, large room. There was a canopy bed against one wall, in the dead center, two drawers on each side. A double door led into what she assumed to be the closet, another to the bathroom. Blossom pulled off her shoes, and strode into the closet. She froze. Hundreds of dresses, shoes, shirts and pants lined the walls, with drawers containing bras and underwear of every size. Sighing, she went ahead and started to rummage though through the mass of clothing. By the time she got a complete change of clothes, she heard someone step in.
"Miss Blossom?" She turned, facing another maid, this one a brunette. "I'm Melissa, I was sent to bathe you." 'Oh.' "Please, come this way." Holding her selected clothes, she followed. The bathroom was similarly extravagant, with a bath the size of a Jacuzzi, filled with steamy water. At the maid's insistence, Blossom undressed and stepped into the bathwater. She couldn't help but sigh in pleasure, as the water undid the tension hours of struggling chained to a chair. As Melissa scrubbed shampoo through her hair, despite her insistence that it wasn't necessary, she relaxed. Once Melissa was done, Blossom toweled herself dry, slowly. After dressing, Blossom allowed the maid to comb her hair, and pull it back in a stylish bun. After doing the pink puffs' hair, Melissa led her to stand in front of an ornate, large door. "Master is just beyond these doors," Melissa told Blossom.
After thanking the maid, Blossom stood in front of the door, steeling herself for what lay beyond.
Absolutely NOTHING prepared her to greet the man behind the door.














Chapter 2: Reunion
Blossom felt like screaming. Or running and yelling hysterically, waving her arms in the air. Sitting at the table was a man she hoped she'd never meet again. His trademark accessory was gone, as was the annoying attitude of superiority, but it was him. She took a deep breath, and slowly walked over. He looked up, and a smile spread across his face. He stood, embracing her tightly.
"Blossom, so you did choose to come!" His eyes glimmered with happiness, and she wondered if it was genuine. "Come on," Brick held her hand, leading her to the table. "Let's eat."
Dinner consisted of five courses. The first was a simple Cesar salad, topped with croutons and a light Italian dressing. The second course was a thick, creamy French onion soup, the onion caramelized, and slightly crisp, providing a perfect contrast to the softness of the bread that lay overtop of the soup. The main course was shrimp pasta, drizzled over with a thick, white cream sauce. After the last bite of pasta had been consumed, a simple, light set of select veggies and cheese fondue was placed between them. Dessert was Greek yogurt, covered in clover honey. Blossom closed her eyes, as she ate the last bite of her dessert. As the saccharine, rich, and indulgent dessert melted on her tongue, she smiled, temporarily forgetting who she was dining with.
"Would you like more?" His voice was soft, sweet, and oddly tender. She opened her eyes slowly, letting their eyes meet. His were warm, flickering from one shade of red to the next, akin to a fire. After a bit she nodded, and he called for a servant. She found herself strangely enraptured, as she watched his expressions, and her eyes traced his muscular physique. Even when he caught her, she could not stop gazing at him. She found that if she wasn't trying to kill him or vice versa, he was fairly pleasant to be around. Unlike Bubbles and Buttercup, he had only spoken to ask if she was enjoying herself or would like more. The silence remained uninterrupted, as she ate the extra serving Clarissa had brought her. As the last of the honey and yogurt combination dissolved, he opened his mouth to speak. "What would you like to do tomorrow?"
"Hmm," Blossom looked up. She hadn't expected the question. "What is tomorrow?" Brick thought about it briefly, before answering.
"Saturday," Brick told her, faintly confused. Blossom mulled it over. Usually she was doing homework, and then practicing violin, but with such a nice estate, there was bound to be some good places to simply look around. Not to mention she passed by a library on the way to her room… During the meal, she had surmised that it would not be a good idea to run away, and since Brick wasn't being hostile, she might as well stay and enjoy the time she spent here. And she didn't know where the fucking hell she was either.
"Well I'd like to take a look around the estate," she told him, "And I'd like to practice on the violin, but I don't -" He held up a hand, gently cutting her off.
"I have a few extra music instruments," Brick said to her, quietly. "I'm sure you can borrow one when the maids aren't practicing." He stood, capturing her hand in his own. "Thank you for dining with me," Brick said, shyly. "I hope you enjoyed the meal." Blossom, being Blossom, thanked him. He led her to her room. "If you want to write or document anything, the desk in your room should have the supplies you need. I'll see you in the morning, correct?" He gave her a sly smile. She smiled back.
"Should I expect someone else?" She teased lightly, before excusing herself and entering her room. As promised, there was a journal, and plenty of black pens lay on her desk, with a note.
Sleep well my dear, with love, Brick.
She smiled, before placing it in her notebook and starting to write.






















Chapter 3: Exploration
Blossom stretched, looking around. For a few seconds, she felt panic overcome her, until she was awake enough to remember last nights' events. 'Oh.' She smiled, sliding out of the bed with ease. She slowly searched through the closet, humming sweetly. Eventually, she settled on a simple, yet elegant dress. The first layer was a plain slip, the top edged with black lace. Over that, she wore a dark red, strapless dress that exposed the lace edging, and ended at her ankles. She picked a cute pair of spaghetti-strapped heels, and headed out of the room. Brick stood patiently, taking her hand and pulling her into a quick, yet sweet hug.
"Did you sleep well?" Bricks' voice was sinful, sultry, even more delicious than her dreams had been able to replicate. His hair was short, brushing his shoulders gently. The color of his eyes was dark, much more so than it had been, and she shivered in sensual delight. He stood two feet taller than her modest four feet, yet the way he moved showed that he was completely at ease with himself. The way he looked at her had to be illegal, for she felt so much warmer, especially in between her legs. She managed a nod, her face slightly flushed, as naughty thoughts spun in her mind. He wore a simple pair of slacks, and a white, button-up shirt, and the top three buttons undone. She blinked, shaking her head slightly, as he led her down the hall. 'No, don't start Blossom. Last thing you need to turn into is a fan-girl.' She scolded herself, as he stopped. "Where would you like to go?" She glanced at the map in mild surprise.
"That wasn't there before, was it?" Blossom asked, curious. Brick shook his head. She shrugged, and took a glance at the map. It marked where she was, and then the various places. She saw the library, salt-and-freshwater aquariums, and gardens, of all kinds. There was a stage, a ballroom, a classroom, and a music room, as well as a gym. "Umm, I'd like to see the aquariums." She looked up, to find him closer to her, his chest inches away. A soft gasp escaped her, and just as suddenly, he was holding her hand, gently leading her down the hall.
"Would you like to go to the saltwater or freshwater aquarium first?" Brick queried, leading her down the steps, carefully. She shrugged automatically, her voice currently on mute. "Alright then," Brick said cheerfully, "Saltwater aquariums first." He stopped. "After you my dear" he said, opening the door enchantingly. Blossom slowly stepped into… A saltwater paradise suspended above her. Every creature was in orbs of water, the orbs floating about. A small stand was before her. There was a list of each orb, and what region they came from. "Just pick one," Brick told her breathily, making her jump slightly. How did she not notice him? The heat coming from his body alone should've alerted her! She cleared her mind of the now Oh-So-Tempting idea of turning around as fast as she could and kissing him, and dragged herself back to the spectacular aquarium. She selected a polar region, and was rewarded with a miniature version of the northern polar ice cap. She gasped, her eyes widening in awe. Everything, even the killer whales, had somehow been scaled down to size. The orb floated closer, magnifying the beauty of the smaller creatures. As she selected another, her world blurred, and Brick, as well as the rest of the aquarium, ceased to exist. Slowly, she drew away from the beauty, and became aware of the warm arms of Brick encompassing her elfin form. She jumped, slightly startled.
"Sorry," He told Blossom, as the two left. "If I didn't hold you, you would have floated into the water, and I wouldn't have gotten you back." He smiled inoffensively at her, as he led her down the hall, past the other one. "I don't think it's safe to take you to the other one just yet." She nodded, as her voice was no longer able to make itself heard. "Let's go to the gardens, hmm?" Brick said, sultrily, as they rounded another corner. He gently opened the door, letting the soft fragrance of flowers waft over to the pair. She began to walk, lost in the exquisiteness of the flowers.
She stopped, her rosy orbs spellbound to the flower that she had her eyes on. It was a rose, but at least a foot in diameter. The petals opened and closed, shifting color every second, glowing leisurely. She let out a tiny gasp, her face aglow with enchantment. Her fingertips brushed the rose, to be rewarded with a tiny brush of its leaves in return. Cupping the gorgeous plant, she took a delicate sniff. The smell changed, from rose, to blueberry sap, to maple, and more. She leaned in closer, completely unaware of the sharp thorns that pricked her skin, tasting her, and her red essence. It recoiled; retracting its vines, as her blood ran, dripping onto the green flesh of the lovely plant. Brick skidded over to find it retreating, only near because she held it there. His eyes widened, and he pulled her away, despite her gentle protests. Only when she was out of the haze of perfumes, did her eyes clear, and her sense of self return. A gasp of surprise parted her plump lips, a pale sliver of white teeth visible for a small fraction of time.
"Wha- What happened," she stammered, clearly confused and afraid, clutching him tightly. He mutely shrugged, as confused as she. His body was warmer than normal, almost a ten degree difference.
"I would like to know myself," He murmured, clutching her closer, "As much as you would yourself."
Brick had suggested she relax and change her clothing, as she was dripping blood everywhere. What had happened? The infernal flower should have been shut away! He oversaw the removal of the demonic entity himself! Yet it was there, and it recoiled from Blossom. Blossom! The very consummate soul of innocence! What had she done to have it recoil from her? Had it been her acceptance? Was it her enjoyment? What had it been, for there were only two people else like her then, himself, and the red-skinned demon Him. A tiny sigh passed his lips. Though his plans were now easier to execute, he now needed to know what warped her to this point. Circles within circles. This thoroughly sucked.













Chapter 4: Swimming
Blossom wrote in her notebook, her hair still vaguely damp from the shower. She closed the book, and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, a note lay under her slender fingers. She opened the note, and smiled briefly.  It was another note from Brick.
Meet me in the hall. Bring a bathing suit and a towel.
Curiously, she went and selected a cute two-piece bikini, black, and designed with a multilayered butterfly design. Blossom grabbed a white, fluffy towel and headed out the door. She stepped downstairs, and glanced at the mirror. In a flash of inspiration, she tugged her hair out of its' customary ponytail. Her hair fell in waves to her ankles, shimmering like water, shining like fire. She drifted down the rest of the way. She smiled at Brick, her stomach fluttering nervously.
"Lovely," Brick murmured to her, as soon as she was in hearing. "Are you to be my temptress tonight?" He teased, watching her face flush scarlet. Before he could be smacked, he niftily pulled her into an embrace. "I'm jesting sweet, though you're succeeding fairly well." She blushed darker, as he led her out back; past the gardens (though she noticed he gave a wide berth to the spot the flower had been), and into a section she hadn't seen, in his rush to take her away from the now eerie blossom. She gasped with delight when a large swimming pool came into view. The floor of the pool was a mosaic, done to look like an ever-changing night, with twisting lights in every shade of red and gold. The ground was firm, slip-resistant, and colored like night.
"This is exquisite," She told her counterpart, "Thank you for bringing me here." Blossom slipped into the warm water, and without thinking, closed her eyes and swum around. She stopped when she noticed Brick was only knee-deep in the water. A few swift strokes brought her to his side. "Is something wrong?" she asked him worriedly. He shook his head.
"Just making a wish," he told her. "I caught sight of a shooting star and took advantage." She giggled, lying just so on the water. "What?" Brick asked grumpily. "Can't I do something ordinary without you giggling at me?" Blossom flashed him a dazzling smile.
"Aw, where's the fun in that?" She teased, giving an 'Eep!' of terror when he chased her.
"I'll get you for that," Brick growled, chasing the small fry of a powerpuff around in the water. He caught her, and tugged her underwater. Her eyes closed instantaneously, and her body was wrapped in a swirling cushion of air. "Sorry Bloss," he murmured, as the lights began to flash and distort, forming her first recollections as a living being. "But I have to."
Brick sat by the edge of the pool, his fingers swirling the memories that darted about near his fingers. He found the one he was looking for, four black-as-pitch memories, all old. They seemed to be tampered with, and Brick struggled with them, until he had them at their purest (Technically). Fire burned in one, shadows laughed in another, Mojo in another, and an unidentifiable purple girl danced in another. After a bit of rummaging, he understood her memories. The fire represented Him, the shadows her nightmares he plagued her with, Mojo the first person she felt she was betrayed by, and the purple was the former powerpuff that existed no more. He knew that the demon Him haunted her with dreams of her killing her siblings, but he didn't understand the reason for the girl. After a few times watching the recollection, he noticed something. Aside from her near murder of Mojo, during the mixing of the ingredients, a minuscule drop of her blood seeped into the mix. She had a blood bond, though it was unintentional.
"You scare me," He told the unaware figure of Blossom. She had felt the total maternal agony of watching someone who was almost entirely her daughter die, and killed by the creature who was her opponent. "Yikes," Brick muttered. He was glad he didn't deal with that. He hadn't sensed it because she had managed to warp her thoughts into a form that allowed her to not care, or remember, the thoughts. He banished the memories, resettling them back into their owner. He swam over, before pulling her up, assuming a slightly freaked out expression.
Blossom came around to see Brick's slightly scared look. "Is something wrong?" She said, sleepily, ad he carried her out of the water. "Brick, answer me," She demanded. She felt something warm drip down her skin. Blood swelled, and then slid across her skin. A light bubble of hysteria parted her lips slightly, and she clung tightly to him. "Make it stop," She begged, "Make it STOP!" Her voice rose to a scream.
She shot up in bed, breathing heavily. She glanced to her right, starting considerably when she noticed an eminent figure in her bed. She managed to smile, letting her fingers brush his hair. She saw the bandages, wrapped firmly around her, from wrist to elbow. Her smile faded, and she began to panic. Warm, strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close, and a pair of scorching lips pressed to her hair.
"Shush," Brick whispered, kissing her hair again. "Shush darling. Its okay, you'll be fine. Hush." With his warm, calm words, she began to quiet, until only a minor trembling remained. He kissed her forehead once more, and he settled her closer to his body. "It's just stress that opened the wounds. Go to bed, and you'll feel better." He hummed a gentle melody, lulling her into sleep. "Sleep my darling." Her eyes closed, and her dreams did not return.









Chapter 5: Sinful Angels, Virtuous Demons
Blossom woke up, rubbing her eyes tiredly. The scorching heat of Brick rested by her side, his breathing slow and even. The tempting prospect of sleep called her back into bed, but she resisted. She had to shower. As she slipped out of bed, a warm hand caught her wrist.
"Where are you off to?" His voice was rough with sleep, sent a tingle of pleasure up and down her body.
"The shower," Blossom told him innocently, but his hand held fast.
"I'm coming with you," Brick said darkly. Her face flushed, and a much warmer tingle crawled up and down her body. "I don't want you freaking out at the sight of the injuries again." He pulled her up, and ignoring her soft, stammered protests, he got them both a change of clothes. After bathing her, Brick rewrapped the cuts. "What do you want to do today?" Brick purred, as he dressed her, slowly. All thoughts about going and doing her typical Sunday morning Mass flew out the window. She forgot about it the instant she went to speak to him. The look in his eyes was so lustful she felt her knees go weak.
"Um, y- you pi-pick," Blossom stammered, her thoughts on dragging him back to bed. He gave her such a look as to make her tremble.
"Hmm, what should I do?" Brick mused, letting his eyes drag slowly to the bed. "As appealing as going to bed sounds - and as delicious- I think we should eat." Blossom nodded, her skin tingling where he touched her. His fingertips stroked her face, sliding down to her collarbone. A surge of fire swarmed, collecting where his fingers lingered for any period of time. His fingers traveled over her chest, before stopping at her waist. Her hand caught his, and held it, waiting for the fire to subside. He led her into the icy-cool hall, the fire quenching instantaneously. He led her out front. Brick grabbed a basket, and handed Blossom a burlap sack. She stared at it before busting into giggles.
"Are we kidnapping someone?" she asked, between snickers. "Because this is at least twenty years outdated," Blossom added, failing to quench her laughter. She busted out into full-blown hilarity, with Brick trying – and failing- to keep a straight face. Brick wanted to laugh just as bad, but he had fragile items in the basket. After a time, her snickers faded, and she managed to stand up.
"Better?" Brick asked with a grin on his gorgeous features. She nodded, biting her lip to keep the amusement in. "Actually, I thought that we could get a few fruits while we were here. I know that the plums should be ripe by now." Brick said, handing her the basket, and taking the bag. "Come on," he said optimistically, weaving his way through the trees.
"Oh!" Blossom recalled something, and asked him smiling, "What's with the tomatoes being in both the fruit and veggie sections?" She smiled sweetly at him.
"The maids argued over it," Brick said simply, as the pair walked past rows of grapevines, the fruits almost bursting at the seams. "They kept moving the plant, so I suggested they place it in both sections. That took care of the problem."
"Oh, is that all? And here I assumed that you had a twisted sense of humor." She kept her voice light and teasing, bumping his hand with her own. She did so again, and he took it. Blossom stopped, staring at the golden plums that hung above her. "W-w-w-wait, they're- g-g-gold," Blossom looked bowled over with awe. Brick smiled, lifting the basket out of her hands, and set up the picnic. The ring of glasses reached her sensitive ears, and she turned to see him setting up a decadent breakfast.
There was pasta, chicken, chocolate-dipped strawberries, and wine. Brick floated upwards, picking a select amount of bursting plums. He sliced them, dipped them in the chocolate, and set them on a plate to dry. Taking her hand once more, he tugs her next to him. The two ate, slowly relishing in the simple, yet rich meal before them. Blossom took a quick glance at Brick.
His copper-gold hair shimmered and flashed, tempting her to kiss him. The color of his eyes was more vermillion than red today, and sent a soft tingle of pleasure coursing over her skin. Oh he was as debonair as ever. As she examined his figure, she had a sudden flash of inspiration. She took a chocolate-covered strawberry, and pressed it to his lips. Bricks' eyes went wide, but he obediently parted his warm lips to eat the offered treat. As his mouth closed his tongue brushed her fingers teasingly, eliciting a gasp from his female counterpart. A blush worked its' way onto her face, her cheeks reddening when he pressed on to her lips. The two fed each other, forgetting the time and place. The birdsong that suddenly swelled made them jump, and Brick glanced up, checking the time.
"Hn," Brick murmured, as he took a sip of his wine. Blossom followed suit, forgetting she was underage, and all else that normally did not allow her to imbibe alcohol or spirits. "We should head back soon," he told her, softly. She nodded, finishing her glass. She tilted it lightly in the direction of the wine bottle, and he refilled it for both of them. Blossom sipped at the wine slowly. She was slightly drunk, which surprised her, since she had a higher tolerance for alcohol than the average human. She felt Brick's warmth by her side, and she gave him a sidelong glance through her lashes, seductively. She leaned forward, slightly, letting her fingers brush his neck. He gave her a surprised look, but took her hand and cupped it to his face. She scooted over, leaning against him. Inside she was screaming, begging not to do what she was planning. But her mind was completely shut down, her body in control now. And she did what her body wanted. Blossom touched her lips to his, oh so briefly, before pulling away.
"Mmm," she purred, inching closer. Brick blinked hazily, and pressed his lips to hers once more. The heat from their lips damn near vaporized the two, as the world around them blurred, and went black. A gasp parted their lips and the delved into the others mouth with a fury untamable; like lust, or the wind, it really had no words. They no longer made the distinction between each other, as whole and as one as if they had constantly been that way. The two only parted when the treacherous air leeched itself from their lungs, leaving them ravenous, not near finished in any sense of the word, but if they hadn't, they would have destroyed themselves utterly. They took a breath, glanced at the other, and smiled.
A sharp gasp came from the two as they let go of the breath they held, their faces flushed with an insane pleasure. It was so primitive, so perverted, yet they desired more.

They needed more.

Time passed, the seconds like minutes. Finally, Brick managed to utter one word, just one word to set her on fire.
"Blossom," Brick breathed, his hands brushing her body. He sounded like sultry summer nights, rich and heavy with rain, combined with the saccharine taste of honey. They knew that they should stop, but they couldn't, not until they had one more kiss. And kiss they did, letting the world around them cease to exist.
All in the forest, the animals fled the area where the two resided, panic issuing itself through the creatures. They were not natural, inhumane. The raw power that expounded from them set the plants into overdrive, bearing fruit several times bigger than naturally possible. Cherries were baseball-sized, plums bearing the shape and similitude of a large basketball. The plants grew larger, to accommodate the change in their fruits or veggies. The grapes swelled, now the size of a child's fist. Apples hung, as big as one's head. Creatures morphed and changed, becoming more like their angelic/demonic roots, as cats became similar to tigers, dogs becoming wolves, mockingbirds changing into a bright sweet creature that could sing akin to a regular human. Everywhere, the animals and plants went beyond rationale to become what only the angels and demons had previously enjoyed. The power that was released even startled the great Him, rousing him from his plans to destroy the girls. The world the two had created was heavenly and hellish at the same time.


They were startled, to say the least. They had not been aware that they had created such a world, not until they had parted. Brick was euphoric inside. She would no longer be able to be his enemy, if a simple kiss alone could distort the world they lived in this greatly. He could now love her and not fear that she would leave him. Blossom was in awe, that what had been a craving to let loose, and truly love had done this to the lovely garden. Brick packed up, letting her admire the engorged fruit. A silver tiger stalked toward them, then past them, stopping only to lick the couple's hands. As they walked back to the mansion, they received another surprise. All the animals had changed, some angelic, some not (Brick claimed to see a dragon, though Blossom wasn't sure if he was jesting or not.) Blossom froze, staring at the manor in awe. The manor had changed as well. The granite had turned to marble, the stainless steel to silver, and the simple tiles to precious gemstones. Nothing, not even the clothing had survived the change. The animals from the aquariums had been set free, drifting near the ceiling, and had also changed to its' original roots. The plants, even the demon flower, had placed themselves in spots to complement the changed surroundings
"Well well," A dark voice said, causing the pair to jump. "What an interesting surprise."




Chapter 6: Training
"Hmm," The most fearsome person (Err, demon) on the planet, Him, helped himself to the giant plums the two had brought, slicing them into bite-sized pieces, and then chewing them. "A kiss did this?" Him asked incredulously, as the three ate the natural sweet. Both of them nodded. Blossom semi-hid behind Him, and flinched when he directed his claw at her. "Why is she here?" Him's voice was now distasteful, as he regarded his long-time enemy. Brick glared at the claw, a scowl on his otherwise perfect features.
"I wanted her to come, so she did. Right Blossom sweetie," Brick nudged her, gently as to not frighten the already scared puff. She nodded, clinging to his arm. "Now if you don't get rid of whatever fear factor you're using on her, I'll kick you out." Him snorted, and then froze when he caught sight of the murderous glare that was intended for him. Taking his word for it, he mumbled something and instantly the fear that plagued the redhead disappeared, replaced with a look that could commit murder (and would, if he gave it the chance.) Him scooted away, a bit terrified of the darkly muttering redhead.
"I have to go…" Him stammered, scooting away, before disappearing. Brick raised an eyebrow, impressed.
"Well, that was fast," Blossom murmured, studying her nails "And here I hoped he'd stay a little longer." Blossom sighed, a tiny bit depressed.
"I didn't." Brick said honestly. "He was in the way." Brick stood, offering her his hand. "Come on, let's get changed. I want to see if you got better." Blossom stared at the ruff, confused as could be.
"Ne, what do you mean" Bloss asked adorably. He gave her that look that set her on fire, licking his lips seductively.
"Training of course," Brick said, pulling her close. "But there are some other options, if you'd like…" She blushed, embarrassed.
"Let's go," She muttered, dragging him upstairs. "I'll take the training today." He laughed quietly, lightly as he followed his girl up the stairs. Blossom grabbed a pink tank top and black shorts. Brick simply peeled off his jacket, and selected a more companionable pair of light, manageable jeans. She smacked him when he attempted to follow her, if a bit mischievously. He came after her anyways, and dressed nearby. She scratched at the bandages, feeling irritated. Brick gently took her hands, and slowly touched his lips to the edge of the bandages, devotedly, before undoing the bandages. The skin was covered in a variety of silvery scars, but was otherwise alright. Brick spread a thin layer of some sort of salve on her arm. The skin soaked it up, promptly, before a sensation of liberation encompassed her. She sighed, happily as she followed him to the gym. There was a temporary feeling of loss when he let go, just like earlier. She shrugged it off, and headed to the mats to stretch before practice.
Blossom dodged an intense spire of red energy, rolling to the left, behind the parallel bars. She quickly considered the angle, before shooting up, and firing her own energy orb. The fight had lasted about half an hour, and showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. Brick avoided the orb as well, panting heavily. The sweat from the two caused their clothes to stick, and to get in the way of their fight. Brick peeled off his shirt, and tossed it away, so he could fight unhindered by the cotton. Blossom had done so earlier, now only wearing her sports bra and shorts. She threw a punch, and Brick blocked it. Just perfect, Blossom thought, wrapping her hand around his wrist. She yanked him up, tossing the surprised boy into the air. The following series of hits would leave the boy in question sore all day. He landed on his back, with a quiet 'Oomph,' as his only sound.
"Damn," Brick groaned, rubbing his sore shoulder. "That hurts," he continued to rub the tender ball of muscle. A petite, pale hand took over, pressing all the right places to remove the throbbing pain. Blossom kissed the area once she was done, and walked off to retrieve her shirt. "You've gotten better," Brick added, standing up.
"I've trained with Buttercup," Blossom confided to him as they left. "She hits hard and fast, so I spent a lot of time making on-the-spot plans." She kissed his cheek quickly. "Come on, lets' get some food." She headed down to the dining room. "What," she asked when Brick stared at her quizzically.
"You still live with your siblings?" Brick sounded envious, his eyes filled with jealousy.
"Yeah, we do now. A few years ago the professor lost his arm in an experiment. We moved back together to take care of him." She held his hand, tightly. "He died the year after, and none of us wanted to leave, now that he was gone. If we had still lived with him, the professor might have still lived." A few tears filmed her eyes, and she began to sob. She clung to the now startled ruff, who kissed her face, wiping away the salty liquid that dared to travel down her features with a gentle hand. He held her close, as he flew to their room, and settled her into bed.
"Shush," Brick started to hum a sweet lullaby, as tender and saccharine as could be. "Shush,"