Author’s Notes: Blah…needed a break from my playwrighting project. Not to mention I just finished watching Jurassic Park and so I have all this smart crap going through my head at, like…-glances at clock- 1:40 in the morning. Blah. Enjoy to the best of your abilities. Implied Brick/Blossom...as many of these one-shots will be.

Rivalry

Somewei

There was no doubt there was an intense rivalry between the Rowdyruff Boys and the Powerpuff Girls. Even visitors and tourists to the city knew that the Girls and Boys had a literal battle of the sexes every time they clashed. The city was usually torn up as both teams tried to win the fight and prove they were the dominant team, gender and side. People watched in fear and awe as colored streaks clashed through Townsville, ripping up grass, cement and buildings in their wake. It was truly a terrifying and wonderful sight to behold…even if it caused a lot of damage.

But no one knew – save for the Puffs and Ruffs themselves – that Brick and Blossom held the greatest and most dangerous rivalry amongst each other.

Boomer, though mischievous as his brothers, was far more of a gentle soul than the other two boys, and Bubbles was, obviously, the sweetest of the three. While their blows towards one another were more powerful and painful than any normal human could take, it was still weaker than that of their green or red clad siblings. It was in their nature to be more sensitive towards the will of others…even someone like Boomer. They really held no ill will for each other, but merely danced the same tango that the others participated in to save face and to unknowingly spar with another.

Butch and Buttercup were a pair that definitely competed with each other. They were driven in to proving that they were the best fighters. They wanted power, glory and victory. They wanted to be the winner. So, it didn’t matter what they were doing, they were always competing against each other. Who was the fastest, they would ask, and then they would race. Who was the strongest, they would inquire, and then proceed to lift heavy objects. Who was the greatest, they would question, and then they would exchange blows. But, at the end of the day, their rivalry was simply something used to prove themselves not only to each other, but everyone else as well.

Brick and Blossom were another matter completely. It ran deeper than the superficial idea of ‘proving oneself’ or sparing. This was an exchange of will and dominance over the other. Who were the better tactician, leader and redhead? They struggled to find their foothold with one another. They fought the bloodiest, fiercest fights with one another, showing no mercy simple because they refused to loose. And why?

Because they wanted something more than dancing, glory, power or victory. They wanted something deeper than superficial reasons or immature motives. It was something innate in both of them, something they were born with. It was something that could make or break them.

They wanted control.

It is often noted that leaders are control freaks. To have a leader who simply didn’t care about the outcome of their cause or team was practically unheard of. They were leaders not to simply lead, but to control. They needed that power in their hands to feel comfortable within the team. Whether that power be used for good or evil is another matter completely, but, nevertheless, the power they hold brings a serenity to their already busy and stressed minds.

So, it would make sense that the two leaders of both teams struggled for control over one another and to show they had control over their teams. That was why Blossom’s usual handle over her two sisters was tighter than usual. That was why Brick’s iron grip was strengthened when he commanded his brothers. They refused to look weak and uncontrolled in a fight against one another. It was a strength and weakness that both tried to exploit every chance they got.

It was because of this reason that it brought out their dark side. They, when clashing devastating blows, became something stronger than the average superhero. Sometimes, their moral compasses went out the window, causing them to fight dirty. This darkness that surrounded them pushed them past their normal limits and made them something greater than they were before. All because of the fact that they wanted control over each other.

The others couldn’t help but wonder why control and dominance over one another was so important to their leaders. Perhaps it was pride or arrogance. Perhaps it was because neither leader hated staring defeat in its face after every battle. Perhaps it really was trying to prove who was better. Or maybe it was because they hated having to go home and lick their wounds without victory in their grasp.

Or maybe it was the age-old battle of who was the dominant sex. It was the constant argument between the two teams as it was. Who was stronger, faster, smarter and better? Maybe that’s what it was between Brick and Blossom…only they upped it to a higher degree, a more dangerous and darker degree. Males constantly tried to suppress and dominate the female sex while women pushed back, trying to prove that they were superior. It was a push and pull affect that both Brick and Blossom entered. Brick was trying to dominate Blossom while Blossom was trying to prove she was far better than him.

But neither teams seemed to notice that when the two redheads were fighting, their bodies were extremely close. It was not intentional, though, because neither redheads were even aware that their bodies were closer than Buttercup and Butch’s or Bubbles and Boomer’s. No one really noticed, anyhow. They didn’t see that they Brick pinned Blossom down, his body was closer than necessary. Nor did they see that when Blossom was holding onto Brick to fight back, her hands lasted on him more than what was needed. Not even the two self-proclaimed genii noticed.

Such was the realities of their rivalry.

Author’s Notes:

This was stupid. It’s two in the morning and I felt the need to write something. But it still was stupid. I don’t know. I’m just frustrated because chapter 14 of Taking Responsibility got paused again. Damn it. Hope you could have at least grinned and bared through this piece of crap. Especially the crappy ending. I need to work on endings. They’re always weak.

Bah…whatever. I’m gonna go watch The Lost World: Jurassic Park now…and maybe eat some applesauce.

Hugs and Kisses,

Somewei