One-Shots [Boboiboy]

We'll Make a Chance For You

You promised you would be there for me.

So why weren't you?

Everyday I try a little harder to approach you.

But it's always the same.

You created me.

You know that.

I'm your second chance, and you never took it.

If you won't take it, then you could only suffer the consequences.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

After all, you did this to yourself.

And I'm the one who suffered because of you.

Halilintar gazed down to the debris, the house that he once lived in now in shambles. Scattered across the warzone were motionless bodies, limbs sprawled out and injuries littering across their skin. Carelessly, his eyes gazed to the right, and there he saw a pair of unconscious elementals, which were his adoptive brother and mentor. Despite unconscious, they were holding hands, their palms clamped together as if they went out with each other.

His jaw tightened, his fist wielding the handle of his spear following. His veins gushed with anger and adrenaline, his nullified rage finally surfacing. Ribbons of scarlet lightning danced from his skin, the wooden floorboards splintering and snapping.

"You're the one that brought me to life." Halilintar turned fluidly, his body movements unnaturally smooth. Amongst the debris, away from the others, stood a figure in yellow, his blade poised in front of him, defending him from Halilintar's wrath. His eyebrows were furrowed, his expression emotionless.

Petir fingered his blade's handle warily, his stance lowering to attack. "I didn't give you life just so you can go rogue."

Halilintar swiveled, now fully facing his creator. His spear was hung tightly by his side, the tip etching into the ground like a laser, sparking and burning the floorboards. "You have no right to say anything!" he snapped, lashing out. "You were never there for me! I tried to make peace with you, but all you ever do is push me away!"

He lunged at Petir, his spear pointed directly at his head. His takeoff generated a dust cloud and a minor shockwave, emphasizing the strength of his raw power. Their blades collided, both shades of lightning sparking from their weapons, but neither of them backed down. Their arms were trembling with effort, trying to overpower the other.

"WHY?" Halilintar demanded, his voice cracking as he took one step forward, forcing Petir to recede. "WHY WON'T YOU ACCEPT WHO I AM?"

Petir's frown deepened, grunting as a nine-year-old child was beginning to have an advantage over their blade lock. He was beginning to consider going all-out on his second tier, but there was something that reflected off Halilintar's eyes that caught him off guard.

Tears. Halilintar is crying. Crystal streams of tears began to pool in his scarlet eyes, dripping down his cheeks as his eyes burned with hatred for the person in front of him. For a moment, Petir hesitated to continue this fight. Not because Halilintar was showing weakness, it was because that Halilintar looked exactly like him. Desperate, loveless, abandoned...

Petir pushed those conflicting senses aside, focusing on the task at hand. He removed one hand from his blade and summoned his other, swiping at Halilintar's opening in a wide arc. Like he expected, Halilintar threw himself backwards and evaded the attack, his landing unsteady. After all, he wasn't trained properly.

"That's cheating!" Halilintar fumed. He broke his double-edged blades in half and wielded twin swords instead. Unlike Petir's, they were more curved and longer in length.