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 Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 5:57 am
So now, still in his furious and miserable state, Butch continued his angry limping and padding about his home, trying to press his mind from the pain. There were more important things to think on, anyway. Like Brick. And why he was angry at him.
"He has NO RIGHT to tell me to go back to her!" He snarled aloud, pausing momentarilly and sitting down to rest. "He doesn't KNOW how hard it is, or what it feels like for me! The idiot thinks words can fix everything, but they won't! LIKE I CAN JUST SAUNTER RIGHT UP AND APOLOGIZE FOR THRUSTING MY KIDS INTO HER LIFE! OR TAG ALONG THE REST OF MY DAYS AS THE SECOND FATHER THEY NEVER WANTED!" There probably was more to Butch's infuriated soliloquy, but it could not be distinguished through the angry snarls and yells that encompassed the rest of his yelling.
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, however, Butch knew the extent of all his mistakes. If he kept on his paws, he'd likely prevent himself from walking. If he kept yelling like this, he'd go hoarse and be unable to speak. If he didn't eat, he'd whittle down to nothing. If he didn't sleep, he'd be unable to function. And who would look after his daughters then?
But still, none of these thoughts passed his mind as Butch continued his yowling, venting out his anger on a world that was not listening. And so he would remain in this state, he had decided, unless some disturbance called his attentions away.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 6:30 am
It was a singular trait, which he wasn't all too sure all siblings possessed; he could usually tell, more or less, to some extent or another if his brothers (his real, blood brothers anyhow), were fine. After the previous afternoon and the consequences it'd carried forth, Brick felt the nagging feeling at the back of his head that all... was in fact, not alright. Actually, he hadn't needed the previous afternoon's events to notice THAT much; he (strange but true), smart enough to notice that Butch was going through difficult times, right off the bat. His green clad brother's personality didn't allow him to take it easy either, and Brick knew that right now was as good at time as any to have a good, long needed talk with him.
Taking one last look towards the feli flap, he watched as a small orange pelted head peeked out, pink eyes staring at him in the darkness. One of his daughters had apparently followed him, having left her siblings and her mother's side, "Go back, love; daddy's gonna go out for a walk. I'll be back in the morning, kay? If your mother asks, tell her ... I went to look after a certain green eyed monster. She'll understand."
A pause as the tiny kit slipped out of the flap and totally into the porch, rubbing her head against her father's front paw, "Is uncle Butch gonna be okay?"
Red eyes widening, Brick watched his daughter, idly wondering just how the hell she knew it was her uncle he'd been planning to visit, "He'll be just fine, love, he just needs..." he seemed to pause at this point, "He just needs something, kay?" to his bewilderment, the small kit nodded at him and flashed a smile before turning back towards the flap door.
"I'll... fetch some ice cream for when you come back, daddy. I'll wait up," Barbara said this softly, looking over her shoulder before vanishing back within the house.
After a moment, Brick shook his head and trotted off into the darkened forest, following nothing but instinct, which had in the past probed to be a bad idea. This time however, the red clad feli was able to reach his destination (if only by following the yowls and howls of rage that he could hear no sooner had he gone within the forest). Slowly, he poked his head out from within some vegetation, watching his dear brother scratch the living daylights out of a tree, "Butch, mate... that's gonna hurt in the morning," he decided to leave out the bait he'd initially thought of; he was going to remind him of hangovers hurting in the morning too, however... something told him that Butch need not be reminded of such things, "Seriously, what are you doing here?" stepping fully out of the vegetation, Brick came out into the open, a grimace on his face as he shook his left hind paw in the air, ridding it of some flowers and leaves, "Nature, don't you bloody hate it."
Despite his words, he seemed fully prepared for a tirade aimed at him, and calmly sat himself down near his brother, his usual smirk replaced with a cocked head and an arched brow. His features were questioning, but no words slipped out of his maw.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 6:49 am
That voice. That disgusting, loathable, vile voice that belonged to no other than his brother. Whipping around to face him in a snarl, the fur on Butch's body rose on end, ears flattened as he stared with pure hatred.
"Oh, so you've come to criticize my other mistakes now, as well? Tell me how horribly wretched of a being I am?" He spat, trying to keep himself from lunging at Brick. Despite the current state of his temper, Butch knew he'd be no match for Brick as he was. He was exhausted in all ways possible, claws bloodied, and looked like he'd been hit by a train. Twice.
"No, actually," he jeered, staring off into the distance at his now-ruined tree, "I don't. See, funny thing. Nature doesn't criticize your decisions. Nature doesn't laugh when you make a fool of yourself. Nature doesn't judge your decisions with your children," the last part was clearly dripping in venom as he locked eyes with Brick once more, his usual furious gaze.. well, more furious than usual.
"Speaking of which, yours are well, I assume? Doing good? Happy that they have a female mother around to take care of them, and aren't being raised by a foolish, single father?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 7:16 am
A pause, a blink, then "Uh, no; just telling you it'll hurt like ******** in the morning, mate," he motioned towards his claws with a slight inclination of his head, but otherwise remain unmoving where he'd sat himself down. If there was something the supposed 'leader' of the Ruffs had learnt long ago, it was that Butch never meant half the things he said; he was someone that spoke out the heat of the moment. Learning when he was doing that and when he was being perfectly serious had been essential in order to live with him; this was one of those times he couldn't take half what his brother was saying seriously.
Awaiting in silence, Brick did talk up till his brother was supossedly done with his tirade, "Butch, you're not foolish; Rash, yes, but not foolish," a pause as he placed his paw to his own maw, almost as if pondering, a small smile forming as he went along, "Then again, so am I; it's something that kinna flows in our blood I think. Which doesn't exactly... rush in the direction of our brains half the time..." the smile was gone by this point as he rubbed the back of his head, looking rather awkward, as if admitting such a thing was hard for him.
"Actually, since you're asking about my kits; when I was leaving to come here, one followed. She was worried 'bout you," arching a brow, Brick didn't wait for a response, "You're strong headed, Butch, and stubborn like a mule; I don't know if you're worse than I am, or if I am - that's not the point though... point is that you need help. And until you admit that to yourself, you're going to be out here, scratching the living daylights outta every tree in the ******** forest," once he'd reached this point, the red male stood up, padding neared, "I was critizing you; I was, AM worried about you; I'm not telling you to go back to Bubbles, I'm telling you to go find HELP. You're going to need help to raise those kits. I'm offering myself - but you know me. You know yourself ... if we raise them, they're going to grow up so ******** up; do you remember how we were when we were kids? I recall hellspawn was a light term," slowly his eyes slid off his brother to look around, behind him for a moment before returning his attention to to point of matter, "I'm not telling you to find a mate, I'm telling you ... to find a babysitter. A female. Whose actually ... sane. As strange as Blossom can be, she's actually sane - we have five kits, which means we can look after 2.5 each more or less, and we still struggle."
A long pause followed during which the red leader leaned in, eyes narrowing down, "Tell me, Butch, how do you expect to be able to keep an eye on THREE kits? Not just any kits either, YOUR daughters, and MY nieces; with out genes, they're bound to be little hell spawns, and I mean that in an EXTREMELY loving manner - I'd not have it any other way.... however, you only have two eyes, Butch... you need help."
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 8:09 am
Laughing slightly at his brother's attempt to be humorous, Butch winced slightly as he realized just how damn badly moving hurt. Damn. He hated to admit it, but Brick ceratinly was right on the pain aspect of it all. Settling into a more comfortable position, which involved him sprawling out across the forest floor, Butch's gaze remained locked on Brick's as he spoke. When had his brother been so.. serious, and.. right? Another thing he must've always ignored, he decided.
And then the kits came up. Sighing, Butch closed his eyes, and finally tore his glance away. "Which one was it, if you don't mind me asking? I.. didn't think any of them liked me, actually. Not after the way that one looked at me." He muttered hoarsely, shaking his head. And Brick was right, too. They HAD been ******** up kids, to put it lightly. Nothing had gone right in that crazy childhood they'd had.. and hell, the one they were still having, too. "Brick, that's.. so hard, though." He admitted, tail twitching slightly in his chain of thought. It didn't twitch very often, either. Hell, Butch couldn't even remember a time he'd focused on something so much that he lost focus over his tail.
"There's something different about the girls from us, though.." he murmured gently, warmed by the mental image of his three daughters. Gods, how'd they ended up being so.. likeable? "And I'm not just saying that, Brick. They're mischevious, sure, but.. they're genuinely good. And kind. And I fully believe that." Resting his chin on his paw, Butch sighed a moment, and continued on with his rambling.
"I know I need help, I know I do. I just.. don't want to bring an outside source into this. Nobody would understand, Brick, they'd look down on me. Hate me for it, even. I'm not in the right to call someone in for help correcting my mistake. I know they're good girls, and I know they deserve better, but.. that's the problem. I don't know if I can find anything better for them. There'd be so many questions, and.. they'd ask me so many questions, too. 'Why did we get a mom now? Why don't we look like mom? Do we have another mom somewhere out there?'" At this point in time, Butch had been choking out the sentences, his tone having drastically shifted. He'd finally broken; a soft line of tears rolled down his fur.
"Gods, Brick, I just.. I can't hurt them. If I do what's best for them, I hurt 'em, and if I don't, I hurt 'em more. I just.. I just don't know what I'm supposed to do."
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 8:54 am
The smirk reappeared briefly as his brother chuckled slightly; it was within Brick's nature to make a joke out of any situation. He simply couldn't help it. It was his own trademark way of trying to lighten the mood, and it was no doubt this single way of being that clashed so with Butch's gloomy outlook on life, "Look, Butch, you're... so used to seeing the glass half full that... you're missing out on the other things that are going on 'round you," a pause, "Barbara; something tells me she was pondering coming out before I decided to do so myself, because I met her at door. She said she'd wait up for us," another pause, "With ice cream; wonder what the hell makes her thing ice cream just blows everyone's problems away. I TOLD Blossom not to drown those bundles in ice cream before they were born..." the later was said under his breath, however, there was the hint of a joke again before he turned his read gaze back onto the other male, looking serious again.
Actually, he was dead sure his own kits loved Butch very much, "Bumble uh... he's the one that looked you odd, but I kinna think he has more of his mother in him than his father... he gave you the same look SHE gave me when we met. I wouldn't worry about it; besides, you were ... uh, kinda going crazy yesterday. Not that it was your fault; it just emphasises the fact you need a bit of help. Even Blossom was worried, which.... goes to say," after all, the pink puff was well known for being slightly too wrapped up in herself to worry about others. It was amusing to note Brick had come around sooner than she herself had, "Not as hard as you think. You know... when we came here, I considered my life over. No powers, nothing but mere cats; hell I couldn't even fly," he seemed to be pondering as he spoke, recalling those days in the not-so-far-off past, "Then I decided that maybe I should just ... cope with what had been given to me; you know, have fun. If life had changed the theme park we used to have for a playpen, hell, I was going to make a bloody hole in that pen and go explore the whole wide world instead."
It was hard to put into words, specially for someone more used to acting out his thoughts than explaining them, however, it didn't mean he couldn't try, "Of course there's something different; they're girls, Butch. I learnt the hard way that... little boys and little girls are not the same. In fact," a pause, "Buttercup, Blossom and Bubbles all being sisters are very different, one from another, and so are we," a pause and a smirk, "/I/ inherited the good looks and charm, and intelligence, you inherited the brute strength," it was obvious the later was a joke before he melted back into serious-mode again, "They weren't born in a toilet, in jail, Butch, with a psychotic monkey villain for a 'father'," the words were spoken so flatly that Brick couldn't help a snort, "Anyone would've gone bad given those circumstances; I'm willing to bet we'd have turned out somewhat different under .... different circumstances. After all, I see no real evil in snips, snails and puppy dog tails."
Not only was be willing to bet on it, but he was willing to place his life on the line to prove that point, "Why wouldn't they be good? When I look at mine, and don't you dare ******** laugh, I'll smack you; I feel something inside me melt. I've seen your eyes, I know it's the same for you," as his brother broke down into tears, he tsked softly and lay down beside him, "You're so used to assuming, Butch; there's many males, and females out there that wouldn't question you; they'd lend a paw without expecting anything in return. You ever wondered by I allowed myself to be 'adopted' by that couple a whiles back? I couldn't understand that, and still can't, but if feels good; you don't and will NOT hurt them. Questions are just words, mate, you know? They're kids, don't worry. Tell them it's a friend for them to play with; many people get baby sitters."
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 2:37 pm
"Half full?" He'd asked curiously, quirking an eyebrow as he opened his mouth to respond to Brick. This oppertunity had been cut off, however, as Brick continued on about Barbara and her ice cream ideals. Well, it made sense, if you thought about it. He HAD seen Blossom pouring all sorts of ice cream down the things. "And what's funny is," Butch muttered, trying to remember which kit Barbara was exactly, "I didn't even think bundles needed fed. Still not sure if they do, but.. mine certainly survived it."
Upon hearing the name Bumble, the mental image of the kit returned. Nodding slowly, Butch wrapped his mind around the idea of Bumble being more his mother than anything else. However, the fact that more suprised him was that how many other feli seemed.. to care, about him. It was likely the first time in his life, Butch mused, he'd been told such a thing. "I still don't know why we're even.. like this in the first place. I mean, why'd we get turned into powerless little cats? It just seems.." hesitating a moment, Butch thought over his choice over words carefully, only to change his mind and carry the sentence in a totally different direction. "..odd, that of all thing we turn into, it's cats."
"Good looks? YOU?" Butch snorted, his sarcastic tongue suddenly returning to him. "If you have the looks and brains, I got the strength, then I wonder what the hell poor Boomer got." He laughed dryly, not having genuinely thought of Boomer for some time now. Since.. well, the incident, really. Sure, he'd brought Boomer up in conversation yesterday (if one were able to call his outburst conversation, anyway), but he hadn't genuinely THOUGHT of Boomer. A pang of guilt ran through him. "I wonder, sometimes, what life would be like, if we'd been born differently," he muttered, sombering up again. "If.. we would've turned out good guys, like the powd- ..Power Puffs." He corrected, attempting to finally discard the term.
"..Brick, after all this, you STILL think I'd laugh about you loving your kids?" Blinking slightly, Butch sighed. "I know I'm an a**, but you have to give me SOME decency." Staring down to the floor, Butch let Brick finish his idea, and tensed.
"It just.. it feels like the world wants me to fight through this alone." He admitted, as foolish as it sounded out loud, "And you know what a short temper I have. I couldn't handle living with someone else, Brick.. it'd be too much. We'd fight constantly, and upset the girls. And.. I just.. I'm worried about the affect someone else might have on them. You know? For some reason, it just.. feels like something I need to do on my own."
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