#boboiboy

He eventually stops in front of Princess Kira’na’s office, the double doors bearing the insignia of the Imperial Family of Gurla’tan emblazoned on each of them, he takes a deep breath…

And goes to knock.

“Come in!” The voice inside calls.

When Fang finally entered the room, there Princess Kira’na was, signing away some other documents that were likely in relation to the upcoming conquest.

WIth how busy she had been regarding that particular situation, it fell to the Royal Council to govern the proper internal affairs of the state. Fang didn’t like that one bit, considering the fact that those old crones were more susceptible to corruption, but questioning his own sworn sister’s decision would be doubting her conviction, so he silently keeps those criticisms to himself.

Princess Kira’na looks up from the documents she was reading, and she beams at the sight of him. He only nods his head in return.

“Your Highness, I humbly ask you to—”

“Pang,” Kira’ana softly calls out to him, and he immediately stops and looks up, confused. She can only chuckle as she smiles fondly at him, “We are the only ones in here right now…”

Fang sighs, an embarrassed, purplish-red tint crosses his features as he acquiesces to the unspoken request.

It still feels weirdly inappropriate, considering that she’s his Sovereign, but it was her personal request for him since they were sworn siblings—and therefore, family.

“...Kak Kira, I humbly ask you to sign these documents.”

Kira’na sighs as she rests her hand on her head, “Ah~ more of them? Any more and I think I would go cross-eyed from how many I have read through already…”

Fang wants to comment that she brought the situation upon herself, but he wisely keeps his mouth shut.

“Alright, what are they about, then?” Kira’na grabs the paper from Fang.

Fang straightens his back and returns to his usual upright stance, “They’re the release forms for the PBB delegates, and the last one is for the elemental hero’s imprisonment.”

“Ah~” Kira’na hums, immediately grabbing her pen and already getting to work signing it.

…The silence weighs on Fang more than expected, but he doesn’t let it appear like it’s affecting him.

Kira’na seems to have a much different idea, though, because as she sets one paper aside, she gives a knowing smile at her sworn brother.

“So, Pang, anything interesting that happened to you as of late?” Kira’na asks. 

It seems Fang didn’t actually expect this question, since he flinches and looks at her with a brief, confused expression.

“Oh…uh, no.” Fang says, looking away, suddenly feeling awkward.

Kira’na frowns as she reads through the next paper, “Pang, at some point, you must allow the breeze to carry you off far from the Imperial Palace,” she encourages happily, looking up and giving him a soft smile, “there is more out there than meets the eye! You could make some friends with people your age in nobility, maybe even propose a duel for someone’s hand?”

Fang feels a shiver of disgust roll down his back at the notion, “Those nobles my age are nothing but—pardon my wording—pampered brats who do not know even the struggles of the common man. I fear that we would have nothing in common if they do not understand the barest notion of conflict.”

Kira’na chuckles, “I suppose you speak some truth, but you must at least attempt some form of making acquaintances! It saddens me to see you swamped with nothing but work and duties, my dear brother, I want to see you happy.”

Fang’s eyes soften at Kira’na’s concern for him. He likes it when they have these moments, even if they do feel a little awkward for him, “I appreciate your concern, y—Kak Kira, but I want my focus for now to be those of my duties for our planet’s glory.”

…

At Kira’na’s pout, he groans, looking away with lips pressed thin, “But I shall…attempt such, and will let you know how it goes.”

That added statement satisfies the princess, “Good!”

—

Greeting Warden Deemo, he makes his way down to maximum security with a tray of food in hand.

Since he was  the one to suggest the imprisonment of the elemental hero, Fang had the privilege (punishment, he’d like to correct) of being the one to deliver the stubborn elemental hero’s required 3 meals per day..

“We will do what we must to ensure the Galaxy’s protection under our rule,” Kira’na explains to him, as she walks towards him with the tray in hand, “sometimes, we must be cruel, but that does not mean we are monsters, Pang. Even though the elemental hero is our enemy, do try to treat him with respect and dignity, like any other citizen of Gur’latan.”

“Why me?” Fang asked, hoping it didn’t sound like he was whining about this.

“Because I can see the distaste in your eyes, Pang…I want you to get over that distaste, for it may harm your judgement against future colonies.”

Dignity and respect, Fang scoffs as the elevator dings, indicating he was at the very bottom, “He barely gives enough to himself.”

Working for TAPOPS, the failures who entrusted and forced him to fight against a threat such as Retak’ka—relying on him and his friends who were children at the time? Honestly, Fang is surprised he and his companions hadn't quit right after the fact.

Which only makes him a bigger fool in Fang’s eyes.

He steps out of the elevator, and already, he hears something banging against a wall.

He clicks his tongue and marches over.

Sure enough, it was Boboiboy, attempting to use his body to try and break the red hardlight barrier that separates him and freedom, all while two Santriantar robots stand guard, poised tensely, ready for him if ever his reckless decisions prove themselves right.

Fang’s free wrist flicks, and the shadows pool under him, tendrils slowly stretching from them, the elemental hero unaware as they lend into the shadows of his cell, slipping under the barrier, and…

The harsh slam of a body coupled with the hero’s cry of agony brings Fang a unique schadenfreude he’s never felt before, feeling himself smirk.

His face is quick to return to its usual severe expression, as he walks over to the cell.

He sees Boboiboy down, slumped already, groaning in pain as he slowly gets up from his spot on the floor.

“If you had ceased earlier, perhaps that would not have happened to you.”

Boboiboy immediately gets up, ignoring the pain considering the small yelp he made when his bound hands slipped and nearly made him fall flat on his face. He looks up to see General Fang already glaring down at him, a brow raised at the position Boboiboy had found himself in.

Immediately, the elemental hero looks up warily, “It’s you…”

“So it would seem.” Fang responds in kind, tone hard.

Boboiboy is already quick to glare at the other, “What do you want?”

“...” I want to see your face crushed when your naive ideals cannot contend with what this world could be, “I am here to bring you your meal. This will be your accommodations until the end of the trial.”

“I figured…” Boboiboy looks around, wincing at the state of his cell, “I didn’t think you’d want to see me.”

“Let me make this clear right now. I don’t.” Fang hisses at the other, and he internally relishes at the sight of Boboiboy being so afraid of him, considering how he flinches, “I was assigned here by her Royal Highness to take care of your necessities as I was the one who suggested you be incarcerated, think nothing more of it.”

Boboiboy frowns at that, “...sounds more like you’re being punished—”

He may have muttered that, but Fang’s sensitive hearing heard every single thing. Rage boils over faster than anything, eyes turning into slits as he gives Boboiboy a dangerous look, “What was that?”

“N—”

“I would rather you do not disrespect her Highness’ judgement a second time.” Fang quickly warns, face contorted into sheer rage at the audacity shown to him just now.

In fact, in his anger, he carelessly tosses the tray in front of Boboiboy, who barely manages to catch it, and even then, half the contents had already spilled.

Fang watches Boboiboy’s shocked expression, and sneers.

But the general has already stomped off, leaving Boboiboy sitting there, bewildered.

…

What did I do to make him spite me so much? Boboiboy could only think to himself as he went to sit back down by the wall. His bound hands make it difficult for him to properly set down the tray onto the floor. And his face cringes at the food.

It’s strange, unidentified gray matter that looked squishy and so incredibly hard to swallow, alongside a glass of water that was only a quarter filled due to the reckless toss.

Boboiboy picks up the spoon, mind heavy with his thoughts as he eats.

A little story I remember the date so clear because 8 ogos is the same date sains tryer of UPSR for year 2019 at my school.

I remember being depress because my parent refuse to let me watch that movie because my ass living in Kelantan and there's no cinema here. My parent refuse to go to Terengganu for it.

I was so upset. I didnt pass the Sains paper which make my parent feel bad because they know I love the subjects so seeing me fail because they refuse to let me watch some kid movie WHICH THEY KNOW IM OBSES WITH, they finally let me.

So yeah 4 hour drive RM80 of petrol drive, RM20 worth a tickets and 5 of us making it RM100 and food that my father refuse to talk about how much during going and back from the cinema, I actually able to watch BoBoiBoy the movie 2 :D. All because my parent's "Puteri Sulung" love cartoons way too much