Silent Whispers

Chapter 1: Under the Same Moon

Blossom's POV

I flew high above the city that I had sworn to protect, Townsville. It was cool tonight and I shivered a bit. I should have brought a coat but, I was in a rush. Buttercup had been extra insistent that something was wrong with me. Usually she leaves it at that but, tonight was different. She began listing everything that I was doing differently. It got annoying really fast. I tried to ignore her and focus on anything else but, she just wouldn't let it go. So, I did the worst possible thing I could have done. I hit her.

Yes, Buttercup and I had fought many times, so much so we wouldn't talk for weeks. But, I had never hit my sister before and I immediately regretted it. The look on her face was indifferent. It was her eyes that got me. Her deep green eyes shone with hurt and disbelief. I couldn't take her stare so I flew out the window. I ran.

I'm nothing but a coward. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going until it was too late. I was approaching his window and was inside before I could stop myself. Not that really wanted to.

Brick's POV

I was woken up suddenly when my window was ripped open. I sat up quickly preparing myself for an attack. It took my eyes a moment to adjust while I scanned the room when I saw a flash of pink. I brought my eyes back to the spot and squinted. Was that...

"Blossom?" I asked in her general direction

"Yeah, it's me Brick." she answered back from in the darkness.

I got out of bed and went over to switch the lights on. When I turned back to face her she had a smirk on her face.

"What?"

She laughed lightly and pointed down. I looked in the direction of her finger and blushed deeply and looked back at her.

"Rubber ducks. Really ?" she asked jokingly.

"I-I-It's laundry day, okay?!" I stammered out.

Yeah, great excuse Brick. That'll convince her. She just laughed again and I just got even more red.

"Why are you even here?" I asked her glancing at my clock. "It's 12 o'clock in the morning." I crossed my arms across my bare chest and added, "Besides, you said you weren't doing this anymore." She looked sad all of a sudden and looked down.

"I-I know, ' her voice shaky, "I just." and then she started to cry.

Buttercup's POV

I looked over at the pink digital clock Blossom kept on her desk. It read 12:00. I had been sitting on her floor for almost four hours now. Waiting. She had to come back at some point tonight, and when she did I'd tell her it was okay. I know I was supposed to be angry that she had punched me but, I wasn't. I was concerned more than I was upset. This meant that my suspicions were right.

There was something wrong with her. Never in a million years would I have ever thought she would lash out so quickly and violently. That's not how we were. We always fought but, it was verbal and mental and emotional. Never physical. I felt guilty as hell. I feel like I pushed her to it. No, I had pushed her to her breaking point. And I had received the repercussions for it. Now, all I wanted was for her to come home.

Blossom's POV

Brick rushed over to me as the tears streamed down my face. I was sobbing at this point and couldn't stop. I felt Brick wrap his arms around me as I cried. He gently lowered me to the floor, arms still around me. He just held me and let me get it all out. We rocked slightly back and forth. A few minutes later I had calmed down significantly. He took this as his chance to figure some things I suppose because he asked,

"What was that about Bloss? I've never heard you cry like that before."

I sighed shakily and looked up at him. Even sitting he was way taller then me. I opened my mouth to answer but, couldn't. I was drowning in a sea of guilt and I doubted that Brick would get it. Like he was reading my mind, he said,

"Look, you can trust me and I know sometimes I don't get things but, sometimes it's good to just, you know, get things off your chest."

I knew he was right. I was also moved that he was willing to try to understand me. So, I told him about Buttercup. When I finished he did nothing more than grab my hand and look at me. Dome time passed before either of us said anything. So, I was startled when I heard him speak.

"Go home. She'll be mad at first but she'll get over it. Butch and Boomer always do. Why shouldn't she?"

I stared at him. He just didn't get it. He was right about one thing though. I should get home. An hour had already passed.

"Okay."

That was all I said as I floated towards the window and drifted upwards. Just before I took completely off I looked over my shoulder and saw Brick by his now broken window. I'll apologize for that later. He gave me a small wave and I did the same. Then I took off and headed home.

Brick's POV

I stayed by my window just to linger. Sleep would not be returning tonight. I looked up at the moon and thought of the hundreds of times he saw it and never once tired of seeing it. Between the sun and the moon nothing else in my life was truly constant. There was always something new in my life. New friends, new enemies, new challenges. Nothing truly remained the same. That thought used to bug the hell out of me but, now, it comforted me.

If things were the same all the time Blossom and I wouldn't have...found each other. I need her and she needs me it seems. I just hate it sometimes though. We're counterparts, which makes us alike in every way except, we're so damn different. I don't get her sometimes and she knows it. So, she'll omit things that she knows I'll never understand. It makes me feel guilty for being dumb to her needs and wants. Like the whole Buttercup thing.

I fight with Butch and Boomer all the time. I'm sure that if our bodies didn't regenerate and heal themselves, one of us would be six feet under already. So, I didn't get why it was such a big deal about her hitting BC. It's not like Bloss hurt her or anything. But, it did hurt Blossom. And it hurt me that I just can't understand.

Buttercup's POV

Another hour has come and gone and there is still no sight of her. I give up my position on the floor and move to the window. The moon is out tonight, like all the way out. If I close one eye and reach out, I can pretend to touch it. It's gorgeous and mesmerizing. It makes me realize a lot about everything. It also helps me realize that I'm exhausted.

Tonight has drained me completely. I look at the moon a few seconds longer and retreat to Blossom's bed. I don't know where my sister is but, when she gets here, I'll be waiting. I might not be conscious, but, I'll be here. I yawned, switched off the light, pulled back her blankets and laid under them, my eyes slowly drifting closed.

Blossom's POV

I was nearing my home when I had to stop. My heart dropped into my stomach. I was such a coward. I couldn't face Buttercup. But, why would she be in my room. If she was furious at me like I knew she was, she would have retreated to her room and wouldn't emerge until sometime the next afternoon. I sighed and looked upwards at the moon.

It look exceptionally luminous tonight. I felt my eyebrows scrunched up as I thought a bit. When was the last time I actually looked at the moon? It must have been a really long time because I honestly couldn't remember. The longer I stared at it, the more relaxed I felt and the more comfortable I became with the tears that streamed freely from my eyes. I must've cried for another hour. I was beat. I'd have to face BC but, not tonight. I was just too tired.

I hurried the rest of way home and flew through my window. I trudged over to my bed only to see a sleeping Buttercup. She had waited for me to get back. And left room for me beside her. I laid down gently so I wouldn't wake her. As sleep gradually took over, I felt her arm across me. And, with that, I drifted into a peaceful sleep.

So, I was reading over it and it seemed kinda slow. But, I promise it picks up. This was more of a set the tone chapter. Also, the other RRB and Bubbles will be in the next chapter. They were just not needed in this chapter. Remeber, review so that I can make it a better read for you guys. Oh, and thanks for reading it in the first place.