Hibbles: Bubbly Bitter Sweet

Him stared at His giant plasma screen sitting in front of Him.

He could think of many reasons to hate her.

'I could think of many reasons to hate her. I mean, come on! She screamed for her sisters when I had her in my clutches as that giant stuffed toy she had. She drew butterfly wings on me! Hell, she is just.. too... much!' His thoughts were interrupted when He saw her flying straight into a window of a local business building.

"Even seeing her getting smashed into buildings doesn't entertain me anymore!!", He cried, throwing His claws into the air. He slumped back into His chair, staring at the now formed rubble in which the blue puff was buried in.

It was not long after until she shifted and slid all the debris off her small form. Her gold pigtails swinging about as she shook her small round head. Her cute, baby face was now fixed into a scowl, with some blood dribbling from her mouth.

"Not even her sisters could compare to her. She's perfect. Perfectly sweet.", He hissed. In His mind, all He could think of is demolishing and trampling the small puff. Beating the life out of her, choking her, stuff cotton candy in her until all that sugary sweetness made her pop!

That's what she was to Him. Sugary sweetness. Everything about her made Him crazy. Her smile, her huge baby blue eyes, her cute blonde pigtails, the way she giggles, the way she cries, the way she gets mad when someone threatens her or her sisters. The way she looks at Him. Every time they fight, she gives Him that look. It wasn't really hate. It wasn't fear either. He could never put His claw as to what it really was. The look she always gave made Him tick.

SMASH!

His thoughts were interrupted again as He saw her smash one of the Rowdyruff Boys into the cold hard cement. That's when Brick, the leader of the Rowdyruffs, called it quits and got the boys together and fled.

Buttercup smirked her usual signature smirk, her hands on her hips. Blossom flew down to where her sister was and smiled with her. Then waved over at Bubbles to come and join them in their celebration.

Bubbles giggled and flew down, giving her sisters each a hug.

Him flinched at the sight and looked away.

But it wasn't from disgust. He knew that. And that's what scared Him the very most. He knew He longed for something. That feeling, the accursed feeling of closeness and warmth. The feeling of being loved. He looked at the screen again. Her face glowing with happiness and a bright smile.

Suddenly, He felt Himself smile too. He then chuckled.
"Someday, perhaps...", He said to Himself. He stretched and turned the giant screen off with His remote.

He got up from His chair and started walking away. He passed the hallway to His left, entering His room. As He sat on the black satin bed, He glanced over at a small picture frame, containing a picture of a familiar blue Powerpuff.

He took a long five minutes before a final warm smile crossed His countenance.

'Yes. Perhaps someday indeed...', He thought, as He turned off His light on the night stand, sleep overcoming the red demon.