Petir in MafiaLand

Chap 2

Pink hijab, white flower pin, and a familiar due color scarf. Petir resisted the urge to rub his eyes.

Standing in front of him right now was none other than his friend, Yaya...

... Or rather a mature version of her.

"No, you're not him...," a murmur snapped him out of the thought. Petir gulped, he couldn't believe his eyes, and now his ears because how on earth did he know they weren't playing tricks on him? This damn world began to take a toll on his sanity.

And, God forbid, their voices were exactly the same.

"Who are you?" Yaya lookalike, Petir wasn’t sure if her name was also Yaya or else so he would call her that for now, asked and walked toward him.

Petir promptly drew back. His back accidentally hit the trash bin laying behind him, making it roll away with a loud crash, startling them both. The Yaya look-alike stopped in her track, a disturbed and confused look formed on her pretty face, but Petir hardly minded. This girl might be nice (and could pass for an identical twin of his best friend), but from what he had gone through so far, who was able to guarantee that she would not slash at him the moment she was close enough? Petir still wanted to live a few more years.

Or until he reunited with his real friends, or at least, reunited with one of them. He'd rather not risk anything.

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While Petir was busy gawking at her and lost in thought, Yaya silently took in the situation, dark amber eyes didn't leave the boy. He looked uncannily similar to the Aba triplets, whom she was friends with, Yaya mused. From the dinosaur hat resting on top of his head to the yellow clothes choice, if she didn't know better, Yaya would mistake him for a Petir from seven years before. Then again, it was impossible. The Petir she knew was currently in his early twenties and this boy’s hair has a lighter shade, almost brown but not quite. It was hard to distinguish if you didn’t examine carefully. 

Yaya pondered whenever or not he was another one of the triplets' many cousins and had gotten lost on his way, like a certain hot-headed red-eyed boy. She inwardly chuckled at the memory when she had to act as that troublemaker’s personal tour guide not long ago. However, Blaze had returned to Italy and Tanah did not inform her of another visit, so encountering a look- alike younger version of her friends here was rather unexpected. 

And the way the boy had cowed in her presence didn't go unnoticed by Yaya.

The kid had responded to her as if she was about to eat him right there. Yaya noticed he was trying to put on a brave face, although he was clearly frightened of her. It made her wonder what was going on. Yaya became more aware of his mucky clothes and strained appearance. When her eyes laid on his right cheek, she gasped at a faint blood track below a large gash there.

With her nurse instinct kicking in, Yaya hurried to approach the strange kid, wanting to attend to his wound as soon as possible, but the boy jerked back right after she moved. She halted, his reaction made Yaya hesitant. She knew his wound needed to be treated, and the dirty and moisture alley didn't help it all, but she couldn't bring herself to spook the poor thing more than he was. Yaya chewed on her low lip, tried to find a way to soothe a ready frightened boy.

Before she could utter a word, the third voice rang through the alley. Yaya flinched, part because of its sudden arrival, part of the menace mixed in it.

And mostly, it was the voice that she was much more familiar with.

"So this is where you were hiding the whole time?"

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Petir's face paled, he could feel terror coursing through him. Standing at the entrance of the alley was none other than his hunter in all his glory, the man bore the same face as Petir, but with a glimpse of maturity. Petir bit back a curse. He swore he had left that man about ten blocks behind yet how could he have found him so fast? There was also no sign of fatigue in him.