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. 

The man's shape eyes bored into Petir's brown ones. They were cold and deadly, just like the black rifle in his hands. The man smirked in triumph at Petir terrified frozen form and took a step forward, ready to strike the boy down for good. 
 
"Petir...?" A soft call, perturbed and audible enough to shook both Petir out of their state.
 
The older Petir snapped back at Yaya lookalike, immediately a bewildered look appeared on his face as if he just realized she was here for the first time. Petir was surprised too, but for a different reason. Turning out this world version of him and Yaya did know each other, just as he and Yaya were friends in his world, and maybe they were somewhat in a more complicated relationship based on that weird reaction. Petir watched as his great threat stuttered in an uncharacteristic moment and Yaya lookalike hardened her glance, demanding an explanation with it. The man was like a deer caught in the headlights, freezing on his spot, the ferocious and threatening look was all forgotten.

Actually, being caught to about to murder a child was no good for anybody, especially when they know you, Petir guessed. Not that he cared, because this turning of the event had given him a golden opportunity.

Petir swept his head around. This seemingly dead-end alley could be a new hope to him. Calculating the remaining power of his power band, Petir was certain he could use the wall and zap up to the rooftop while his look-alike would have to take a longer route if he wanted to pursue him. Meanwhile, he could use the extra time to escape and let his power band restore its energy. 

Petir sneaked a glance between his chaser and Yaya lookalike. They were still distracted, locked on each other's gaze.

Good.

As unnoticeable as he could be, the boy crouched down and focused the remaining power on his legs. Yellow lightning cracked slightly on the air around them. Casting one last look to the couple behind him, Petir dashed, eyes on the wall at the end of the alley.

BANG!

Two screeches. One came out of his throat and the other was more feminist. Petir found himself laid on the dirty floor of the alley again with a loud thud, and agonizing pain at his left leg this time. The boy bit back a whimper and curled his body, shaking hands gripped his leg, trying to cover the wound in vain as the warm sticky crimson liquid continued to drench his pants. Petir's breath hitched, terror was overtaking him when the pain was the only thing he could think. The wound felt like burning and his whole body seemed on fire didn’t help it.

Petir was no stranger when it came to injuries, but the feeling of a bullet piercing through your flesh was simply unbearable.

"Leaving so soon?" His lookalike spoke, a hint of mocking in his tone. The man casually walked closer to him, leaving a shocked and terrified girl behind.

Petir gritted his teeth. He raised his head to meet the man's cold gaze. Ignoring the tear flowing down his cheek, he glared daggers at him. Even when his look-alike reloaded his gun in an intimidating manner, the boy refused to succumb. If he was going to die, he would die with honor.

"Ya are a tough kid huh?" The older Petir said, pointing the gun to Petir's head. "Too bad things have to end this way. Don't worry, I will make it quick."

The boy remained silent, his gaze unchanged. A small part of him was a little worried about what would happen to his original form when he was killed. Would his original form suddenly have a hole on his forehead? Or would he return to him after die here? Well, Petir guessed he would never know, but he hoped it was the latter. The ideal his original form was harmed because of his recklessness just didn't sit well with him.

From the corner of his eyes, Petir caught a glimpse of a pink blur. It made him somewhat at peace when some parts of his wish came true. He had met a familiar face, even if she was more mature and technically not his real friend, but it would be enough for now. At least the last thing Petir saw in this world was not that older and cruel version of his own face. 

Speak of which, the pink blur seemed to become closer and closer to him...

Petir blinked. For a fleeting moment, he had completely forgotten about the death and the gun in front of him. The boy tilted his head to the side.

Only to see the said girl who was indeed marching at them with a furious look on her face.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" 

Yaya lookalike, much to Petir's surprise, jarred at his soon-to-be murderer without a moment of hesitation. She even went as far as she swatted his rifle barrel and set in between him and a dumbfounded Petir. The man scowled at her action while watching her kneeling in front of the injured boy, but otherwise didn't object any further.

When the gun was replaced with a pair of anxious amber orbs, Petir unconsciously let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. Yaya lookalike wasted no time scanning his overall body while helping him sit up. With great care, She pried his hands and checked on the bullet hole on his leg. The girl pulled out a petty white and pink handkerchief from her dress pocket and hurried to wrap it around the wound, temporarily stopping it from bleeding out. Petir was stunned and observed her doing all the work with accuracy and precision, too dazed and tired to say anything.

"Get out the way, Yaya," He heard a low growl above as Yaya lookalive, well now Petir was sure she was a Yaya, was carefully wiping the tear mixed with dirt and blood on his face with her sleeve. His lookalike was staring him down like he was the most disgusting thing in this world and he didn't hesitate to return that glare. Petir hated that man already. He vowed in heart he definitely wouldn't become a jerk like him when he grew up... if he still had a chance.

The hands cleaning his face stopped, they slowly retracted and hovered before their owner's chest. Yaya lowered her head, the pink hijab covered her expression. Petir looked at her with a bit of worry. Sure the girl should scramble away like she had been demanded. He couldn't and wouldn’t blame her, really. Only one stupid enough would stay here after witnessing a mad man shot random people in an abandoned alley, even if they were known to each other or not.

The girl in pink looked up and Petir could see her dark amber eyes were waving.

With anger.

"And let you kill him?" Petir’s eyes opened wide as Yaya stood up and snapped at this world version of him. Her body posture became more defensive and uptight. She shifted it so that her body shielded him completely from that man's sight. 

"Over my dead body," dark amber eyes flashed, she challenged him to make a move.

Petir sat there with his mouth agape, staring at what was displaying in front of him. His lookalike shared an equal astonishment, no, scratched that, he looked like someone had just slapped him straight in the face. Petir gulped as the man's expression eventually changed from shock to irritation. He shot her a death glare that would wither anyone crossing his way, even Petir who wasn’t the one at the receiving end of it felt chills down his spine. 

And here was Yaya, standing high and calm as ever. How was she able not to crack under that pressure, Petir didn’t have an answer.

His heartbeat thumped loudly inside his ears. There was a wretched feeling inside his stomach. Who was he kidding here, this man was the same man who shot people out of random on the street, thought his target was Petir so far, and of all people, Yaya had provoked that man, just to protect him. She should have, he didn't know, ran away or something because, in the end, she and Petir were strangers. They owned each other nothing. However, this girl had to choose to linger here and confront his fully-armed crazy hunter. Petir wasn’t sure what kind of relationship they had, but God knows what that man would do once he got mad. He was never going to forgive himself if this world Yaya died in her attempt to save him.

Swallowed his own fear, the boy kept a close eye on the scene before him. Petir decided had that man shown any sign of pulling the trigger, he would push the girl away and take the bullet, which originally meant for him anyway.

Yet what happened next was unexpected.

His lookalike narrowed his eyes and, if Petir didn’t mistake, appeared to listen to something that wasn’t here. Then he clicked his tongue. The boy flinched at the sound. His heart felt like it was going to burst. He was ready to hurl his body forward when the man switched his hands, only to see him flung the black rifle over his shoulder in a swift motion. His older version put a hand on his hip and turned away with a deep scowl on his face. He took two steps toward the entry of the alley, not after throwing at Petir a hateful glance. From his place on the ground, the boy could see his mouth was moving as if he was talking to somebody, but he couldn’t make out the conversation, or bring himself to care what it was. His brain was too busy to process what just happened. 

There was no way that furious blood-thirsty man hot on his heels moments ago, the man who had been so eager to end his life just gave up that easily. It felt like Petir was dreaming, but he knew that he wasn't, or his leg wouldn't hurt so much.

Too many questions flashed in his mind, Petir didn't notice Yaya had turned her attention back to him until he felt she was pressing something into his hand. It was a small white capsule.

"Take it, it will reduce the pain." She explained. Petir didn't need to be told twice and tossed the pill into his mouth, swallowing it in one gulp. There was no room for doubt that Yaya was his one and maybe only trustworthy ally he had in this foreign world.   

After a few seconds, the medicine started to take effect. Petir felt the pain in his leg subsided. He blinked at the fast effect and tried to stand up, everything seemed fine and his body was lighter save for he felt nothing besides a faint sensation of his left foot pressing on the ground. It looked like the capsule Yaya gave him had somehow paralyzed the area around his wound. However, Petir had trouble keeping his balance. When he tried stepping forward, the boy lost his footing and almost kissed the dirt, if not for Yaya had caught him first.

"Take it easy, this is only emergency first aid. I need to check your wound again with specific devices later.” Yaya said, sneaking a hand under his arms to keep him steady. “If you feel anything abnormal, tell me immediately ok?” 

Petir blushed and nodded. He murmured a small thank you, which Yaya accepted with a warm smile. 

Suddenly, a loud “Ahem” echoed in the alley, reminding them both there was another person standing here, who had viewed the whole exchange with distaste. The older Petir gave the younger one a dirty look as he noticed him clinging to Yaya. Petir frowned in return. It was not like he wanted to be in the situation in which he had to rely on others to walk, and this was most of that man’s fault too.

If his lookalike wanted to voice his displeasure, he was cut off by a loud horn coming from outside the alley. Three of them turned around and spotted a black car had parked at the entrance of the alley. Petir instantly recognized the driver once the window was pulled down. The familiar untidy raven hair and a pair of bright red eyes, even though they were hidden under sunglasses, and just like the other him, Fang of this world possessed much more mature features than his original one. He seemed around twenty, with a broad body and wearing a leather black jacket. 

The said man was also taken back by Petir’s similarities to his friend, but quickly recovered since he had seen him as Petir first came to this world. Passing over the fact he had been one of his hunters, Fang lookalike, or should Petir just called him Fang, it was evident that their counterparts from this world share the same names as the original ones, addressed them.

“Good afternoon, lady and gentleman. I hate to disturb you but your young Boss is expecting this lady and the kid here back to the mansion. Right now. His words, not mine so don’t give me that look.” Fang swatted his hand at the older Petir. “And you got the message, right?” He raised an eyebrow at him.

His lookalike grimaced and grumbled something under his breath before storming to the car. He forced the door open, climbed inside and slammed it shut, ignoring Fang’s warning to be more gentle with his precious baby. The man only pursed his lip and slumped into the front seat, his arms crossed. Fang huffed at the rude attitude, he would get him back for this later. Seeing the other Petir and Yaya hadn’t budged an inch with doubt on their face, the raven head added. “Don’t worry, Yaya. The boss made it clear that you can treat the kid at the mansion and nobody is allowed to be around, except when you asked them to.”

“Now do me a favor and hop on, I’m gonna miss my last flight at this rate.” He urged them.

Yaya looked visibly relieved at the information. She smiled at the boy beside her and began to lead them both to the car. Yaya opened the door and carefully set Petir down, shut it before moving to the other side and getting on. Petir’s body just followed her lead the whole process, his mind was overwhelmed by the news. Mansion? Young Boss? Petir had tried his best not to get too involved in this world, especially with those look-alike but more dangerous people. 

Then again, it wasn’t like there was another choice for him, not to mention he almost died one. Petir didn’t want history to repeat itself.

He sighed. Petir wasn’t too thrilled about the incoming event. He didn’t have a good feeling about it and whoever that ‘young Boss’ was. To be frank, he was afraid of him. That man could be another maniac with much more power, to the point he easily handled the other him just by the mention of his name. The thought of being in the same room with somebody like that, much less inside his own house, was enough to make the Petir’s stomach churn, but he kept it to himself. 

As they drove, the boy had listened to Yaya and Fang chatting, hoping to grasp some details about this mysterious ‘young Boss’, while the other version of him sat sullenly in the front, sometimes stealing one or two glances at him through the mirror. Eventually Petir lost interest since his friends' lookalikes only talked about some trivial topics. He gazed out of the window, watching streets and other vehicles zipped in an attempt to keep his anxiety at bay.

At least the gentle warmth resting on his left hand the whole trip reminded Petir he wasn’t alone.  

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