Hey everyone, how are you? This is my second fanfic. I like constructive criticism because it helps me improve my story. Here's the first chapter hope you like.

-seinnaread

Chapter 1(Normal life)

Blossom's POV:

"There was once three princesses of Ireland, the eldest had hair as black as night and eyes as green as leaves. It was said she had the strength of ten men. Her skills in handling a sword were the best in the land. They say she practiced every morning until her hands bled. She could beat any knight in her father's court, and still was one of the most beautiful girls in all of Ireland. She was called the emerald of Ireland.

"The middle princess had orange hair like a dying sun and eyes were like rubies sparkling red. She was the leader of the sisters, even though she wasn't the eldest. She was smart, very smart; her professors that tutored her couldn't match her wits. She always found some way to prove her sisters and father wrong. Her weapon of choose was a bow she could hit her target from ten miles away. She always had a battle plan. She could win any battle just with her wits, except with her elder sister. She was the ruby of Ireland.

"The youngest had hair that shined like the bright sun in the day and eyes blue like the sky. She was the sweetest and most compassionate sister of them all. If there was any way to escape a fight she would find it. If she had to she would use a spear which she wielded quite well. She was the sweetness of the group. She would always dream of her prince coming to find her one day. She was the most beautiful of the princesses in most suitors' eyes. She was the sapphire of Ireland." I turned the page, my face dropped in astonishment. I turned around to see Brick having the same face I have. The book held a picture of the three princesses, they looked exactly like my sisters and I. Who would think when Brick and I went to Townsville Library, for our history project on Ireland, we would find three girls who looked exactly like my sisters and I. The oldest sister looked like my older sister, Buttercup. The youngest sister looked like my sister, Bubbles. The middle sister looked exactly like, me!

Brick's POV:

Blossom and I check the book out from the library as fast as possible and run out the door to go find Bubbles and Boomer. We run out of the library and bump into Mayor and Miss. Bellum.

"Brick, are you out of jail already? I thought you would still be in there after you tried to kill the girls." Mayor looks at me confused.

"Mayor, I've been out of jail for three years." I say trying not to laugh, the Mayor has been completely unaware of what happened since the boys and I got out of jail. He still thinks the Power Puff's are twelve and the boys and I are still thirteen. Currently the boys and I sixteen and the girls are fifteen. Good thing Mayor has Miss. Bellum or this town would be upside down. The girls and we guys have been in an alliance ever since Boomer and Bubbles started dating.

"So sorry Brick, he just got up from his nap." Miss. Bellum apologizes for Mayor.

"No problem Miss. Bellum, I'm kinda used to it now. The only one who still cares is Butch and he's not here." I then excuse Blossom and I and remember what we were running for again.

"Boomer said he was taking Bubble's to the mall to buy her some stuff." I hold on to Blossom's arm and run through the streets of Townsville, and on occasions run in front of some cars trying to cross the street.

"Seriously Brick, Bubbles is freaking spoiled by Boomer." Blossom giggles running alongside me.

"I would never waist my money on a girl. Sure, I would buy her gifts and stuff, but Boomer is ridiculous." I mutter running yet again on the street. A car beeps their horn at me.

"Hey, I'm walking here!" I yell at the car and shake my fist at it.

"Brick, that was our fault, we ran in front of the car." Blossom says looking at me agitated.

"I've just always wanted to say that." I smirk at her. She just laughs and pulls my arm as she runs. I laugh and run after Blossom.

Buttercup's POV:

I dribble the ball with my feet, there was about thirty seconds left in my championship soccer game, I look around the field, and no one's open. I take my time just to make sure no one is open, they aren't, so I take about ten seconds to dribble around the person guarding me and shoot fast and hard. The goalie tried to stop my shot but it was too hard and it slipped right passed her fingers. That was it, the score was three to four, us. It's awesome! I mean, I made tons of goals before but I never scored a winning goal before! Every fan from my school seemed to run onto the field. I felt strong hands lift me off the ground and place me on his shoulders; I look down to see my best friend Butch. He sees me look at him and he smiles. I smile back, my blood pulsing fast and my eyes sparkling. I was surrounded by a ton of people screaming my name.

"Buttercup, Buttercup, Buttercup!" I can't help but hold my fist up and say,

"Victory!" Everyone screams. One kid that was standing on the bench ran and jumps into the pile of people. He yells,

"Marsh pit!" Everyone on the sides starts to jump into the crowd starting to make it turn into one big dog pile. I look down at Butch who was enjoying every minute of being in the middle of the pumped crowd.

"Hey Butch put me down and we'll ditch this place before we get smashed. I personally don't want to break my arm….again." Butch puts me down.

"Here, take my hand you don't want to get lost in this mess." Butch holds out his hand and gestures for me to take it. I take his hand and he leads me through the group of screaming kids. We finally get to the edge of the crowd and Butch still holds onto my hand. I notice he's looking at me weird. He was doing that a lot lately.

"Hey, Butch, you ok? You're giving me that stare thing again." I look into his forest green eyes waiting for an answer. Butch grabs my other hand. I look at him questionably.

"Buttercup, I got to tell you something…." Butch holds both of my hands tight and looks deep into my eyes as if searching for something. Before he could say anything I see some of the boys in the crowd see me and start to run to me.

"Come on Butch we gotta go!" I still hold on to one of his hands and drag him behind me; I'm heading toward my house. The crazy boys run after me and Butch.

"Freaking stalkers! Those guys never leave me alone!" I yell and take a hard turn into an alley behind the school. Unfortunately for Butch and I the guys follow. We run through the streets of Townsville until the sun begins to set.

"Man, these guys don't quit!" Butch and I keep on running to the front door of my house. I get out my key and finally let go of Butch's hand.

"BC, don't mean to rush you but, stalker's coming fast!" I quickly unlock the door and we run inside my house. I lock the door behind us. We hear voices and fists pounding on the door,

"Come on Buttercup just one date!" I recognize the voice of Ace, the leader of my stalker group.

"No way, no how, not in any world or any way will she ever date you!" Butch has always been protective of me since we made the truce between the girls and I and the RRB. I remember one time this guy looked at me the wrong way and Butch beat the crap out of him. Sure, Butch got detention, but it was funny to see that kid shake and whimper by Butch just threatening him. Butch still had a little of his bad side left. I hope he doesn't lose it, because that's what makes him my best friend. He understands me. I'm so lost in my thoughts that I don't realize I'm staring at Butch.

"Buttercup, you ok?" Butch looks at me puzzled, probably because I was staring at him.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I snap myself out of my thoughts.

Butch's POV:

Buttercup and I walk into her living room finding Brick and Blossom reading another book. Boomer and Bubbles were looking at the book as well. That's weird because Boomer and Bubbles both hate reading. Brick looks up and sees me.

"Dude, you and BC have to look at this." Brick's voice sounds urgent. Buttercup and I run to Brick.

"Brick what's up?" I ask leaning down looking at the book. My eyes almost pop out of my head; there on the page in a book on Irish history is a picture of the Power Puffs.

"The only way I can see these princesses not being the girls is I've never heard the girls sing; in the book the princesses have voices like sirens." Brick looks at Blossom.

"Do you girls mind singing for us?" Brick ask all the girls, and even Buttercup agrees because she was so freaked out.

Underground: by Avril Lavigne,

Blossom: Trippin out, spinnin around,

I'm underground, I fell down,

Yeah, I fell down,

Bubbles: I'm freaking out, where am I now?

Upside down and I can't stop it now,

It can't stop me now, oh oh,

All Girls: I, I'll get by,

I, I'll survive, when the world's crashin down,

When I fall and hit the ground,

I will turn myself around, don't you try to stop me,

I, I won't cry,

Buttercup: I found myself in Wonderland,

Get back on my feet again,

Is this real?

Is it pretend?

I'll take a stand until the end!

I, I'll get by,

Blossom: I, I'll survive,

Buttercup: When the world's crashin down,

When I fall and hit the ground,

Bubbles: I will turn myself around,

Blossom: Don't you try to stop me,

Bubbles: I, I won't cry,

All Girls: I, I'll get by,

I, I'll survive,

When the world's crashin down,

When I fall and hit the ground, I will turn myself around,

Don't you try to stop me,

I, I won't cry,

"Wow," The guys and I say at the same time, it's kinda weird.

"Definitely sirens," Boomer says grabbing Bubbles arm and pulling her close to him. For once I completely agreed with Boomer, Buttercup sang like a siren. I hear the door bust and get up in a defensive position ready to fight.

"Don't worry Butchy we just came here to run a little errand for a friend." An all too familiar voice catches my ear; it's Brute, my ex girlfriend.

"Brute leave us alone, I told you, if I ever see your face again I wouldn't care that you're a girl. I would rip off your arm and throw it in the trash can!" My face is turning red and my muscles tighten.

"Don't worry Butchy you won't remember a thing." Brute whispers then a dust of some kind flew at me and I collapse on the floor. The last thing I see before passing out is Buttercup running up to me, then all was black.

Ace's POV:

I can't believe myself; I just took Buttercup back in medieval times! She doesn't even remember her life here at all. Well, that's not that bad, she doesn't remember Butch. As long as she doesn't remember him everything would be fine, Brute said so herself. Buttercup still has her sisters and the professor, what more could she want? Butch… I growled at the thought of how muscular and better looking he is than me. I know he likes Buttercup, the way he smiles at her, the way he holds her tight while watching a horror flick, the way he tells her everything is gonna be fine, Butch loves Buttercup, just like I do. You know now that I think about it, I'm glad their gone, no more rejection, no more hurt, no more physical pain. The only thing that will bother me is my guilt.