From the peace of complete darkness emerges a bright light, forcing my eyelids to open. I swear to God is, Boomer woke me up just to tell me about how he nailed some broad, I'm going to destroy him.
"What do you want , Boomer?" I ask gritting my teeth together.
"Brick said to wake you up," he answers," We have a visitor."
A visitor? No one ever visits us. We live in an abandoned home on the city limits. Maybe its a pair of legs. Naw, Brick wouldn't have shit-head wake me up. Its someone important, someone with power. Somebody must be trying to make us an offer.
Regardless, I need to get ready to go out anyway. Getting out of my sad excuse for a bed, I grab my towel off my headboard, and head to the bathroom. Fuck, this place smells like shit. Someone should really clean this shithole, can't bang if girls won't step foot inside.
Feeling for the lightswitch, is absolute Hell. Eventually, its turned on, flooding the tiled room with light. Just a quick shower. As I pass it, the mirror reflects my image to my peripheral vision. I must have grown two inches. That puts me at about 5'11"?
My name is Butch Jojo, and I'm an absolute wreck right now. I stop, staring at the glass surface. My hair is getting long again, all of it is hanging over my deep green eyes. Those who only catch a glimpse might say they make me look sensitive. Heh. Just talk to my line-up of one-nights. The dull lighting, makes my skin seem paler than it is, and the bags/dark circles under my eyes seem worse. I glance at my shirtless torso - unimpressive. Of course, I've never been one of those meat heads. I've always had more respect for the ones who subtlety showed their strength. Not to say, I'm not in shape...but maybe next time Brick offers; I'll consider going with him to lift - some buildings.
I move the black curtain away from my eyes, and grab a shower. Can't smell for the "dealer", now can I? The water pours over my body in cold waves, electrifying my senses. Even though, it sucks to be cold; I'd rather be cold than, scalding. Just as I finish rinsing the shampoo out, I hear a loud yell. Annonyingly, it gets closer.
"Butch! Hurry the fuck up before I cream ya!" my orange-haired brother belts out.
"Shut the fuck up! What are you my mother? I'll get out of the shower when I feel like it!" I yell back over the stream of water falling on my head.
"Just hurry up! We ain't got all day!" The slamming of a door can be heard, and shortly after I feel a glass break.
Fucking douchebag, always throwing his weight around. Creannnn. I look down as the water stops, and identify the sound of metal being under pressure. Shit! My hand jolts back from the facet's knob; the mangled piece of metal is revealed. I really need to control myself. I get out of the shower, dry off, and quickly brush my teeth. Or, I would have if I didn't cut my foot on glass!
"Son of a-" floating into the air I clutch my foot tightly, before checking for bleeding. Well not too bad, just the Valentine's Massacre. Honestly, how can a foot bleed that much? Grabbing the towel I wrap my foot tightly and glare down at the glass. A beam of red flashes and the glass is gone. Much better. Setting myself down, I continue my daily routine by brushing my teeth. The wound stings but it won't be for long, hopefully it won't take more than twenty minutes to heal.
Quickly, I pull on my boxers, my favorite hoodie- dark green with black stripes - and some torn up jeans. I grab my shoes and run into the hallway, trying to get them on as I rush to Boomer's bathroom. He has the best hair gel, if it weren't for that I'd stay clear.
"Get the hell out!" he shouts trying to shave his peach fuzz.
"Make me ya little sissy!" grabbing the hair gel and shoving him out of the way. I scoop up about a quarter size of gel and run it through my hair, spiking my rat's nest. Not that rat's nests aren't cool, but the ladies don't like an ungroomed man. Once its perfect, I smirk at my reflection and get a whiff of something really, really strong. Its coming from Boomer. "What the fuck is that?"
"Its cologne, some girl gave it to me. "
"It smells like you're a fucking business man. Get rid of it."
"But I like it. " he looks over at me putting it on his chest and wrists.
"Well I don't. We don't want to attract ritzy bitches remember? They expect long term relationships, and shit. We want a quicky, and maybe some cash. We do not get tied down. Understood?" I lecture him while trying to resist the urge of throwing far away.
"....yeah I guess. I'm still gonna keep it." he replies putting it back in his medicine cabinet. I leave his bathroom and walk into the kitchen to see Brick, dressed in a plaid button up - red as usual - with some jeans he must have stole, and some Nikes. His cap is on backwards, and his ponytail is only down to his midback now. He must have cut it. Sighing through entrance, the scent of coffee fills the room. Its fresh...probably for whoever is here. So, why not take a cup? As I pour I hear someone unfamiliar clear their throat, peeking at them over my shoulder to see only an average man in a black business suit and a briefcase on the floor next to him. The only thing strange is that his skin in green.
This is our visitor? What is CPS looking into us? Maybe the house is gonna get knocked down! Oh Hell no, I just got my room the way I like it!
"Hello, Butch. Its a pleasure to meet you in person. " the strange man says. His voice is average, but strangely I get chills down my spine.
"Yeah...same. " I gesture my coffee cup at him and watch him the rest of the time without a word.
"Now, we're just waiting for Boomer. " he says more to himself than to the two of us. This guy is weird, all he does is sit there and stare. Not at us but through the dingy kitchen window. What's he looking at? All there is, is a view of Townsville. He probably is from Townsville, so why is he staring so intently at it? Finally, shithead enters the kitchen.
"What's going on? " Boomer asks, looking like some kind of jock.
"Mr....What was your name again?" Brick asks seeming bored. I know better though. He makes that face when he's nervous....when he's worried about our safety. Something is up.
"My name? I have many names child. But as you see me now? As others will see me? You shall call me Mr.Rinku. " the man answers with a slight smirk.
"Right...Mr.Rinku, has something he wants us to do. Something very important. " Brick continues.
"What you want us to smear a competitor of your's? Steal some jewels? " I ask sarcastically.
"No no. Nothing like that. You three are over qualified for something so juvenile. " he flicks his wrist and the doors and windows blackout.
"What the Hell!" Boomer shouts out.
"Yes indeed...you see boys...I mean, young men. You were very well acquainted with Him. "
"What does that have to do with anything?!" I spit out at him. His body seems like it's moving. Like its growing. What the fuck is he?
"It has everything to do with what I want insulate boy! " His body becomes black and long, he stands at about four stories tall. His eye become pitch black, and his eyebrows combust into flames. "Him is my close relative. " He smirks down at me and then looks us all over once before going back to staring at the window.
"Well Mr.Rinku, or should we call you something else - what do you want?" Brick asks his face hard and cruel.
"Alone you will call me Aku!" his mouth curves into a smirk, showing his sharp teeth. "What I want....has to do with the most powerful magic known...and your old rivals. " Old rivals? Powerful magic? What are we, fairies? My fists clench, as I glare up at him. Aku is much more powerful than Him, and Him was the most powerful being we knew. That is until we escaped.
"Magic? We get to use magic? " Boomer asks dumbfoundedly.
"Yes Boomer, magic that even, I don't know how to use. " Aku replies to the idiot. What the hell does he think he's doing? You don't entertain someone like this.
"What is it you want us to do exactly?" Brick growls out.
" Why I didn't know you three, would be so opposed to crushing the Powerpuff Girls. " his mouth curves as he glances down at us briefly.
The Powerpuff Girls? What could Aku possibly want with those sissies? Just the thought of our last encounter with them gives me chills. "No way! We don't do that shit anymore!" I scream without knowing what I'm doing.
"Oh? Are you not the Rowdyruff Boys? You're the only ones who ever got close to destroying them! I didn't realize you're as spineless as your father! "
Ouch, what a low blow. Mojo may have sucked as a villain but, damn he wasn't as bad as the others. Besides, we're a hundred times the villains he ever was.
"That ape isn't our father, Aku. Like Butch said, we don't do that anymore. The Powerpuff Girls and us are never to see each other again. We would end up like you and that little samurai of yours. " Brick calmly states and it must hit a nerve with Aku, because he loses it and tosses all three of us against our kitchen ceiling.
"DO NOT SPEAK OF THAT WORM IN MY PRESENCE," clearing his throat he looks back at the window," You three shall be enrolled into Townsville High starting tomorrow. Find the Powerpuff Girls, gain their trust. Make them fall in love with you, and-"
"And do not destroy them! I will be keeping an eye on you three on your mission. "
Brick glares at him now, his icy exterior gone. "What does love have to do with what you want? "
"Don't you know? Love is the most powerful magic.I will reveal more details at a later date. " he smirks and goes back to Mr.Rinku.
"And if we refuse?" Boomer asks timidly, rubbing his shoulder.
As he starts to exit, he clenches his fist causing our stove to break instantaneously. Grabbing his briefcase, he walks to the front door, pausing at the threshold. "Oh and if anyone asks : Mr. Rinku is trying to help you three with your....home. " He vanishes without a trace.
Brick and Boomer leave to go steal things for our new mission. I'm left standing in the kitchen, horrified about this. My back is throbbing and my heart is racing. Me? Love a Puff? A Puff love me? Ha! In Aku's dreams. Shakily, I pull out my cell phone from my pocket, and hit speed-dial #4, waiting for someone to answer. I haven't seen Buttercup in over ten years, I wonder what she looks like now. Probably gorge- fat and ugly.
"Hello, Townsville Pleasantries how may I help you? " a woman answers on the other end.
"I need an appointment with Sandy. Happy Ending you know?"
"Of course sir, is 4 o' clock good?"
"Yeah 'sokay. " I mumble as I grab my wallet.
"Your name sir? " she asks politely, probably checking if I'm a fuzz on their database.
"Johnathan Smith,babe." I reply with my fake name, can't have anyone linking me back to that place.
"Alright, Sandy will see you at 4 o'clock. Please bring a deposit of 100$ for her services. "
"No problem." I hang up and start to walk out of the house, towards the building. She better be good this time. I'm gonna need it for what I have to do tomorrow. I have a feeling this task is gonna take a lot of effort, kissing up, and deception.