The greens.

It's always you

A weak fist hammered upon his apartment door and the tall male sauntered over to it, ready to scrap with whoever was as at door step this late at night. The brash male opened it with a large force, and his emerald eyes popped at the sight of his counterpart, all bruised and bleeding. A weak hand held herself against the door frame, her viridescent eyes swirling with unhinged stars as she was falling into a daze. Was she drugged? Those eyes remained hazy and distant. The former villain felt his heart raise suspicions. Her mop of inky hair was in a mess, she was brutally beaten up, lip oozing, cheek oozing, you name it.

  "Have you been drugged?" He asked coldly, his eyes swimming up and down with concern though. Coughing and spluttering, she nodded and croaked softly

  ".....Didn...didn't know where else to go." She said it in such a defeated way before passing out in his arms. Sighing, he pulled her up and went to put her down. A hand gently moved away the strands from her face as he assessed the damage done to her. 

Staring passively, emerald eyes coldly branded onto the sleeping figure while he contemplated on shuffling his weight to the kitchen and making his enemy food. But, he shouldn't. He should have kicked her out, not make her food. Groaning, he made a move, constantly looking back to her figure wrapped up, with bruises and cuts. Sighing again, he went and harshly snatched the first aid box kept in their shoe rack and thumped it down onto his lap. 

Damn her, why did she need to look so pathetic?

The green Ruff gingerly wiped off some of it and made his way around cleansing her wounds. How pathetic of him. Teeth barred and his mouth set in a thin line, quite carefully, he dabbed the antiseptic onto her cheek, afraid to cause a single sting onto the heroine. Wow, he thought as he grinned sadistically. As if this would hurt her skin anyways.

With a small girly whimper, she stretched and his hand immediately yanked away, afraid.

Gosh just kick her out already.

But why does a slither of her toned stomach have to peek out? why on earth did muscles of hers need to sculptured so perfectly.

Cussing, he flung an irritated hand over his face.

"I-... why am I here?" She muttered quietly, rubbing an eye. Gulping, he rolled his eyes and jumped as soon as a small yelp of pain left her.

"NO! lie down." He gently pushed the puff back, aware of her physical pain of moving.

"What the- what am I doing here?" Her hair bounced off her shoulders and she weakly scrutinised her eyes at him, before softly scoffing. "Did you kidnap me here like usual?"

Having the audacity to blush the male snapped. "Heck no! I have never done that and you know that! Now lie down and fricking rest."

He intended for it to come out as cold.

Instead the girl giggled.

And then fell into another hazy deep sleep, mumbling random things.

Again, hours passed as he finally let his head drop next to her on the bed, his long legs curled next to the side of bed on the floor. A hand pattered against his skull gently, a weak cough waking him.

"I-i need to go now....there's a fight downtown..." She made a slow move to get her limbs warmed, but instead another groan of discomfort left her. His fingers twitched as he felt the urge to grab her and hold her, but he dug that thought deep away into his stomach.

 "NO. Lie down." He hissed, gently pushing back her shoulder. "You are in no position to fight. Are you hearing yourself?" It's always the look that stabs him. Always. Lime woven hues swam hazily against his emeralds as her eyelashes fluttered again. Heat sore to his face as her cold palm rested on his bicep, the skin to skin touch making him enraged.

 "Please," She asked softly, not strongly enough. "I need to go..need to save them."

"You need to save yourself. Quit being so damn selfless and think of yourself for once."

He gruffly grumbled and tucked the blanket higher over her. "If I see you on the news fighting, I will give you more reasons to wilt in bed."

Her raspy laugh echoed in his ears, a small tilt of her head and her inky tresses slithered back down onto his pillow. "That sounds highly inappropriate coming from my 'supposed enemy' but still can't believe how nice and caring you sound for once Snails, how'd you make such a sincere comment, astounds me. Maybe you're on drugs."

Silence. He held his fist, glaring down in his lap. Why couldn't he sound meaner? Buttercup hoisted herself onto her elbows and made a move to stand up, as soon as she did, she wobbled slightly.

 A bark roared. "NO, I SWEAR JUST....just take it gently...." The male huffed clenching and unclenching his fists. He seriously needs to calm down.

"I'm not leaving yet, I need to go toilet..." The puff sincerely said raising her arms. With a huff, he extended a long muscle to her beckoning for it to be held as support.

 "I'm not offering twice sunshine."

 "Oh." She questioned in surprise. Wrapping an arm around his bicep, she tugged herself up and let herself be assisted, another whine escaping her. "GENTLY. Quit being so tough all the time. No one's watching you here." 

He scowled, holding her frame more steadily. "Right, my enemy is helping me get better and how do I know that you're not planning to attack me out of no where, when I'm insanely vulnerable." 

But they both knew they didn't fall under enemies nor friends.

"I'd have kicked you out by now if you were a random dumb person. Quite brutally as well. Consider it as villain rights. We keep our rivalry on the side line till you give me your all. Fair to you Cup'? It's not worth fighting some other weak human if it isn't you."

She went silent, cogs whirring in her head as she felt herself slowly nodding. They retreated back to his room and settled down on the bed. He plopped back down onto the floor, and she raised a brow. 

"Hey, sit up here would ya?"  Cold eyes gave a look of confusion, but he still sat next to her slowly. BC leaned against him, as he went eerily still and pink. The green male simply grunted. Her head finally plopped onto his lap as she made herself comfy, almost into a ball. "I'll go to sleep now, you can take care of me for a bit more if you insist. You're sometimes so...considerate and gentle Butch that it makes me think you're bipolar....can you stroke my hair like you were before? It helps me sleep." She mumbled sleepily. He thought she was asleep when he did that. 

"How'd you- Ugh shut up." He hissed in embarrassment and tossed his agitated face away from her.

  "Psshh sweetness from snails. Never would have imagined." 

"I uh...shut up. Just.. Just shush... go to sleep you nuisance." Regardless, he tweaked gentle fingers into her raven deep locks and weaved and stroked them gently, a comforting feeling seeping in his chest as she relaxed and clutched his knee. They'd continue their rivalry another day. For now, he just needs to be there for her until their rivalry can continue again.