Zekrom had found someone like him, except he had more I.Q.
Out of the blue, Augustya punched Zek again, but his strike missed the target.
"Have you gone mad with your stupid vengeance?" Zekrom barked and rubbed his face gently. He couldn't let anything happen to his white chubby cheeks.
"Nonsense! Tell me who stole my stuff and always freaking feigns ignorance?"
"I don't care, bastard!"
Confused, Augustya asked, "So stealing my stuff is right?"
Zekrom shrugged his shoulders and corrected him, "No, I borrowed your stuff. As brothers, we share things. And I will soon give it back to you."
Listening to his gibberish, Augustya itched to beat him. "No! Nope! You will never do that just like my shoes and the clothes you steal."
Zekrom averted his eyes.
The boy continued with the allegation: "And because of your deceit, Stoney might be dead now."
"You! You are angry because a traitor will die for you. Did you know his best friend tried to kill you?" Zekrom pursed his lips and pointed out the truth. Perhaps the kindness clouded his judgment.
If there was a battle of words, nobody could beat Zekrom in it. Not even Augustya, who was thinking what to point out next.
"What about you? Don't you try to kill us with flashy acts and try to manipulate me and lie so many times."
"Airhead, yes I lied to you. You shouldn't expect anything from a dishonest man but I am not leech who likes to manipulate." He admitted his true nature, leaving Augustya speechless again.
Seeing this, the tiny guy was enjoying their squabbling. "Fight, fight, fight!" Vidyut cheered.
"Shut up!" Both of them said it in unison.
"(☉｡☉)!"
"Reptilians can't change their skin. I wish Verma would see your real face."
"Take it back." Augustya ignited the spark of anger between them and showed an evil grin.
"Don't dare bring Verma here. Just like he is your brother, he is my mentor. My supporter." Zekrom rapidly jumped and grabbed his throat. The grip tightened and made it difficult for him to breathe.
"How could you say that?" He screamed and continued with rage, "August, are you blind? Don't you see my devotion towards him."
"Really, devotion?" Augustya raised his eyebrows and scoffed. "Aren't you the one who broke his trust? Even mine with your deceit and lies."
Augustya punched his tendon on his arm and freed himself from his grip. He stepped back…
"Huh! Everyone thinks you are naive and innocent, but I see a monster inside you who lusts for blood. You killed your own brother. Your own blood! Who is worse now?" Zekrom yelled, enraged.
The words might prick their hearts rather than those punches.
Augustya launched a stone towards him, and it didn't miss the target. A few drops of blood streamed down from his hand.
"You don't leave me a choice now."
Two of them started fighting with each other. Augustya couldn't create anything by hand, as it took seconds or minutes to shape. Zekrom had an advantage as he was known for his hand-to-hand combat.
"Meg, predict his moves."
→Access denied. You don't have authorization to unlock this.← Augustya Pandora pursed his lips as he had to rely on himself.
Seeing the opportunity, he kicked him in the stomach and then tried to grab his wrist. That hit his opponent and Zekrom puked a few drops of blood. Zekrom twisted his arm and freed from his grip.
The sound of fists and punches could be heard, yet they didn't dare show their groaned expressions.
No small talk or insults.
Both of them just wanted to know one thing. Who was the strongest here?
Another jab by Zekrom that slightly missed prompted a grunt. All of sudden, Augustya pinned Zek down on the ground and started raining punches and slaps. Zekrom shielded himself with his elbow and blocked the critical hit.
Zekrom gave a signal to Vidyut. All of a sudden, tiny yellow bees surrounded by boys released a few illusion pheromones.
Augustya didn't get a chance to dodge and became unconscious along with Zekrom.
"Good night, you two."
The eyes of those two closed and they went to slumberland.
...........
[Pov Augustya.]
!6 months ago:
Location: Igrius Planet, capital of Agni.
4 light years away from Natch D. !
"Aren't we violating the rules?" an 11 years old young me asked. I was the same as in the past, always worried about the rules and regulations.
"Relax, sweet pea. We made the rules, but our job is not to follow them." An enigmatic yet soothing voice echoed in my ears. The man in front of him was my brother, who engraved my heart with agony and regret.
He continued: "And our goal is to have fun and spend taxpayer money." In every few sentences, he always liked to mock the constitution and the royals.
That was all I could remember that day as the scenery vanished. All I could see was the pitch-black void until a bright light captivated me. The night was jet black, but fairytale lighting and fireflies had been igniting the sober night, including myself. Festival!
"Why am I wearing this hideous costume?" the young me asked.
"Because you look like a firefly."
"Maggot, are you finding a mating partner?" Zekrom sneered, standing behind my brother.
"Listen, you carnivore, this is no place for you."
I remembered it was before the trial started… Verma impulsively kidnapped us from the detention facility so we could forget the gloomy past for a few hours and enjoy ourselves. He was always thoughtful and fond of breaking the rules.
"August, what did I tell you before? Respect your brothers," Verma said in a disappointed voice and frowned. His face was one of the prettiest I had ever seen.
His brown skin tone was glimmer; he had a sharp nose; and his blue eyes resembled earthy iris flowers. Moreover, he was the spitting image of my mother, Queen Belladonna Pandora. His height was around 195 centimeters. Nobody would believe he was just 19 years old.
"Don't disdain him. And never think lowly of him; treat him as his own brother."
"I am your senior," Zekrom boasted, interrupting him in the middle of conversation. Vermaish scowled at him and smacked his head.
"Senior, my ass! You are here because of us," I said, trying to hide my jealousy beneath my anger.
"You are no good either. Augustya be more polite."
"Boss! Why are we here?"
"To spend taxpayer money," Vermaish answered and continued with a question.
"Zekrom, what will you do after going to Natch E?" His eyes only focused on the bastard.
"Ahh! Run away?"
Rather than smacking his head, my noble brother was giving him ideas on how to escape from jail. I didn't like it how Zekrom was stealing my thunder.
"You need to plan precisely so nobody can catch you. Remember, confidence is the key."
"Okay boss." Zekrom giggled.
I left them with envious eyes, staying further away from the rest of the crowd and watching scenery with devoid eyes.
"Hmm! The ravishing scene wasn't pleasing to my eyes. Lovely birds, gone from the earth." My singing echoed in the valley edge.
"August, what are you doing here?" He questioned me, and those blue eyes complimented him with the three moons in the dark sky.
"Should you not be with your student? Go away."
"Is my sweet baby upset with me?"
"Don't talk to me. Go and talk to your student. Teach him your secret trick," I said in a rude manner.
"By any chance, are you jealous of him?"
"Nope. Why would I be jealous of a peasant who was poorer and ugly than me?" I said as my pale tan skin flushed.
After a few minutes of conversation, he burst out laughing.
"Haha! August, I will always be your brother. Nobody can take us apart except death. And the poor boy doesn't have a family or wealth. Don't you see his skinny bones and malnourishment?"
I didn't say anything as I was burning with jealousy. I guess I was that spoiled brat who was blind with envy and an attention seeker.
"The pitiful boy is jealous of you as well. Don't you see that? If you try to have a little empathy, then maybe you will realize that you and him are similar with different ideologies."
In the past, I didn't comprehend what he was trying to say.
"Jealous of me?"
He touched my chest and said: "Yes! And you are stronger and smarter than him."
The scenery vanished again. The only thing in front of me was darkness and emptiness.