Boboiboy Oneshots

Lost Memories - Part 2

It had been weeks since Halilintar was brought back to the safety of their home, his memories fragmented and his usual fierce demeanor subdued. The brothers had been trying their best to help him adjust, but Solar couldn't shake the nagging questions in his mind.

Especially about the bottle.

The rain had poured relentlessly that night, soaking them as they carried Halilintar's unconscious body back home. Gempa's arms were trembling from the weight, and Taufan kept glancing nervously over his shoulder. Solar trailed behind, his eyes scanning the ground instinctively.

That's when he saw it—a small, opaque bottle lying in the mud, its contents glimmering faintly in the dim light. It must've fallen from Halilintar's pocket. Solar hesitated for a split second before picking it up and slipping it into his jacket.

He didn't mention it to anyone. Not yet.

Now, sitting at his desk under the soft glow of his lamp, Solar held the bottle in his hands, turning it over and over. He had spent hours researching its origins, cross-referencing every detail.

When he finally pieced it together, his blood ran cold.

It was a memory-altering drug, potent and illegal. The implications hit Solar like a lightning bolt. Someone had done this to Hali—intentionally.

Anger bubbled under his skin as he clenched his fists. Who would dare? And why?

But deeper than his anger was guilt. Guilt for not noticing sooner. For not protecting Hali when he needed it most.

Solar stormed into Halilintar's room without knocking, the bottle clutched tightly in his hand. Halilintar, sitting on the edge of his bed, looked up in surprise.

"Solar?" he asked, his voice uncertain.

Solar threw the bottle onto the bed between them. "Recognize this?"

Halilintar froze. His eyes widened as he stared at the bottle, his hands instinctively curling into fists.

"Where... where did you find that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You had it on you the time we found you," Solar said, his voice sharp. "I've been researching it, Hali. I know what it is. I know what it does."

Halilintar's breath hitched, and he reached for the bottle, but Solar snatched it away.

"No," Solar said firmly. "You don't get to pretend like you don't know. You knew, didn't you? You've known all along."

"I—" Halilintar started, but the words caught in his throat.

"Don't lie to me!" Solar's voice cracked, his emotions spilling over. "You knew this was why you couldn't remember anything, didn't you? You knew, and you didn't say anything!"

Halilintar's shoulders sagged. He didn't meet Solar's eyes. "It's not that simple."

"Then explain it to me!" Solar demanded.

Halilintar finally looked up, his expression a mix of guilt and pain. "I didn't want you to know. I didn't want any of you to know."

"Why?" Solar's voice was softer now, but the hurt was still evident.

"Because it's my fault," Halilintar admitted, his voice trembling. "I let my guard down. I trusted the wrong person, and this—" He gestured to the bottle. "This is what happened."

Solar stared at him, his anger deflating. "Hali..."

"I didn't want you to worry," Halilintar continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're all better off not knowing."