•'Sibling'• [Boboiboy Reverse AU]

For Fun

"Y-you want to-" Boboiboy's eyes were wide as saucers. He knew Reverse could be extreme; But no villain, and in fact, no one for that matter, had ever fought all seven of his elementals and came out unscathed.

"Yes," Reverse repeated, not moving, eyes tacked into Boboiboy's. The prolonged eye contact with such an unsettling colour made Boboiboy gulp, "And you have to fight like you're fighting a villain."

"Are you sure? Up until now we've just been— Just been-" Boboiboy stammered, hastily holding up two outstretched arms.

"You've just been playing around," Reverse said, eyes going dead, like they were rotting.

"No- no! I know you hate people who don't fight seriously." Boboiboy backtracked fast like he was pulling his bleeding finger out of shark infested waters, "But... I don't want to hurt you, Reverse."

A pregnant silence filled the room.

Then Reverse's pressed lips struggled to keep down a choked laugh that sounded like a hybrid sob.

One single burst of laughter, a bright energetic "ha!" escaped his lips and as abrupt as a sudden gunshot.

"Boboiboy.... Look at yourself."

The boy in question blinked and flitted his eyes around awkwardly.

"Nol, look at yourself." Saying this, Reverse pressed a finger right into Boboiboy's side where a gaping bloody wound was.

The hero's reaction was instantaneous; a strangled gasp of pain and slowed, unsteady stumbling backwards.

"This should be motivation for you, Boboiboy. Look at yourself. Look." Saying this, Reverse lightly swiped his finger over another of Boboiboy's arrow wounds. Boboiboy whimpered in pain, but made no effort to move away from his twin.

"In this scenario, the villain has hurt you. It's fair play. Someone hurts you, you may as well kill them. You were fine with hurting me just a minute ago.

In this scenario, the villain has hurt you. Any one who so much as looks at you wrong deserves to be killed. You were fine with flinging arrows and swords at me earlier. Why are you holding back now? I hate that." Reverse looked annoyed.

Boboiboy yanked back his arm, and covered his side poutily. "Reverse, stop pressing! I was fine with that because it was only three or two on one, not seven, stop pressing! I was fine with that because it was only three or two on one, not seven! And I know you were playing with me there, but I don't want a repeat of that golem situation! You scared me."

Reverse stopped. Seemed stumped for just a moment. Then the grin returned, like Boboiboy was his lunch.

"You don't think I can take it?" I can take it. Reverse leered at him, the points of his teeth sharp like glass shards, pristine white.

You're starting to sound like an overbearing older brother." Boboiboy complained. "I am," said Reverse, not even blinking.

"We're the same age!" Boboiboy squawked, face going red.

"15 years, 3 months, 7 days, 17 hours and 0 minutes," Reverse said, finger pointing at Boboiboy then swerving around to point at himself, "15 years, 3 months, 7 days, 17 hours and 3 minutes. I'm older. Don't fight me on this."

Boboiboy resisted the urge to slump onto the floor and roll his eyes. The moment Reverse convinced himself he was right about something he wouldn't stop until everyone around him bent to that opinion, wether they actually did agree or not.

"No, I..." Boboiboy frowned. Reverse put a single hand on Boboiboy's left shoulder, fingers holding him too tight. "Are you doubting me." Reverse hissed. The capped boy looked to Reverse, frowning, instantly upset. "No, I'm not! Saying 'I don't want to hurt you' isn't 'I doubt you'!"

"But you don't want to use your 7 elements." Reverse lifted his hand off Boboiboy's shoulder and the wrinkled, pulled material of Boboiboy's orange jacket loosened. He stepped over to the control panel. "You should. 7 elements. No holding back."

Boboiboy frowned. "Fine, but only this time!"

Like the safety on a gun being abruptly released, Reverse's eyes curved into thin waxing crescent moons, the curve of his mouth the exact same shape. He didn't reply; and his fingers had already tapped something on the screen.

"TIME TO END-" Boboiboy jumped at that, stammering over his unheard words, wondering if he could go back, "TWENTY MINUTES. ATTENTION, MATCH STARTING! COUNTDOWN BEGINNING.... 3... 2..."

By the time Boboiboy had blinked away the dumbness that numbed his brain and took a messy hold of the rotating dial on his watch, Reverse had already ran across the walls halfway across the room.

"1!" — "BOBOIBOY KUASA TUJUH!"

Reverse's one foot pressed hard against the wall and he propelled off it, landing on the floor in a crouch. Halilintar was the first to go, throwing a weak sling at Reverse. Just by a tilt of the head, it was dodged.

Halilintar raised his sword again, ready for another swing. Behind him, jumping into the fray were the elementals who were closer ranged; Blaze, Gempa, and Taufan. The rest stayed back a respectable distance— but clearly still moving.

Halilintar's glowing red sword raced for Reverse's face. The albino boy boldly reached for the sword as it swung in his trajectory, both hands clapping flatly onto either side of Halilintar's side, holding it in place.

Halilintar's eyes went wide, thinned again as quick as it had gone large, and in an instant his body was turned into a generator of pure unbridled electricity; and all that generation had only one output.

The sparking licks of electricity abruptly strengthened the blinding glow of the sword, and like bubbles fizzling out of a drink and popping when they reached the top, electricity coursed through metal and rendered it red hot, exploding as it exited the blade forcefully.

Reverse let go in the nick of time, but not before pushing the blade in the direction of Halilintar with a whole motion of his body. The blade twisted and the handle did so in such a way that made Halilintar's fingers loosen around it to make sure it didn't break with the awkward angle— and Halilintar cried bloody wolf as he fell to the ground, convulsing with sparks.

"Hali!" Taufan yelled. Gempa just grit his teeth and continued on, screaming, "Come on!"

Taufan's hoverboard flew first without its master straight at Reverse, which he just sidestepped easily, then came the owner next. Taufan summoned a drill of swirling wind around his fist, throwing one for Reverse.

Gempa's own lead hook came for Reverse's face at the same time. His twin kicked hard at Taufan's punch, metal boots colliding painfully with thin fingers, as his arms hugged Gempa's punch.

With as much force as he possessed, Reverse turned around while still holding Gempa's hand, until he and Gempa were looking in the same direction, and dropped to the ground as hard as he could, intending to slam Gempa into the floor.

Taufan used a bout of wind to push Gempa's body back upright, the boy stumbling around like a ragdoll. Reverse was crouched now, but the only thing he'd manage to pull away was Gempa's glove.