[Author's Note] It's not my fault that there was no The Raid 2: Berandal on the category list. The story is basically focused on Uco, but I'm taking the other characters' point of views as well to balance the story. I fell in love with Berandal cast right when I first watched the movie, and this fic is to prove my love :))

The Raid 2: Berandal © PT. Merantau Films

Someone to Save You © OneRepublic


SLAP!

Uco fell down to the floor. He rubbed the hurtful corner of his mouth and found a little blood on his palm. The last wounds he got from his rascal foes had not even been healed properly, yet his father had given another new one.

The big house was quiet. All the maids and their butler went back to their work, leaving their masters alone in the family room. Bangun, master of the house, Uco's father, growled between his breaths. He had no idea why his son turned that way, away from his expectation.

"Why," he growled, "Why can't you, at least once in your whole life, not humiliate me?"

"You?" replied Uco, not less furious than his father, "I humiliate YOU? Ha-ha!" he laughed cynically, "This is none of your business, Dad."

"How dare you!" Bangun grabbed Uco's high school uniform collar, "You said this is not my business?! You've humiliated me, your father, a headmaster of…,"

"I DON'T REMEMBER THAT I'M YOUR SON!" cried Uco, "I've never been…not anymore…since he came around…,"

Bangun threw Uco back to the floor. He glared at his son. The longer he stared, the more he saw how his son had grown up look like him. Except in his attitude. Especially since he just messed things with his rascal friends and made the school suspended him from studying for a week.

"Quit being spoiled brat," he ordered, "You only babble about Eka instead of following him…,"

"Following him? Meh!" Uco spit, getting off of the floor, "No matter what I do, your perfect son will always be him!"

"ENOUGH!" Bangun growled impatiently, "I'm done tolerating your attitude, Uco. You will be transferred to Putih Abu-Abu by tomorrow."

Uco got shocked and he glared. Putih Abu-Abu Senior High School was a dormitory school located far from Jakarta, the city where he lived. The school was located in ranch area of Bogor, had a good reputation in its sport clubs' achievements, and more importantly it was lead by Bangun as the headmaster. Basically he owned the school and a huge corporation consisting of some various major companies, yet he chose to lead the school instead of the corp.

"No," Uco rejected.

"Yes," Bangun commanded, he gave a sign to the butler.

"NO!" Uco yelled, "I reject to breathe the same air in the same place with you and-,"

"Ah, here you are," Bangun smiled over Uco's shoulder, "Are you busy?"

A boy came over them, smiled. He had more tanned skin compared to Uco's pale skin color. He was wearing Putih Abu-Abu High School uniform, consisting white shirt, dark grey tie, dark grey pants, and white cardigan.

"No, at all," he replied.

"I know this will bother you a lot, Eka, considering your club activity and study, but I hope you'll help me guiding Uco as your junior by next Monday," said Bangun. Eka was startled. He glanced at Uco who still looked angry, and looked back to Bangun.

"You mean Uco…?"

"Yes, he's transferred," replied Bangun, "Please help me arranging. Which room is available?"

Eka rolled his eyes, thinking for some seconds. Meanwhile Uco glanced angrily at him. Ever since he came to the house, Eka always made Uco remain in the second position in Bangun's eyes.

"If I'm not mistaken, we still have two available rooms for junior students," said Eka, "One belongs to Keiichi…,"

"Keiichi from Student Council?" asked Bangun. Eka nodded.

"The other one belongs to Rama from pencak silat," he added. Bangun nodded.

"I see. Put him with Rama," he commanded. Eka nodded.

"NO!" yelled Uco, "I don't want to be in Putih Abu-Abu!"

"Bring Uco to his room, take care of his wounds," ordered Bangun to Eka, who nodded and grabbed Uco's shoulder right away.

"Come on," he said gently. But Uco shoved Eka's arms rudely and pushed him.

"Don't touch me!" he screamed, ran to his bedroom, and slammed the door.


Sunday finally arrived. Uco and Eka were in Bangun's Audi R8 Cope, together with a driver who drove them to Putih Abu-Abu. Uco sat on the back seat, one of his arms was on the sash, sustaining his chin. He ignored some mails from his rascal friends because he was too lazy and embarrassed to explain what happened. He enjoyed the mountains view instead.

He glanced at Eka, who sat beside the driver, and snorted. Eka was a second grader in Putih Abu-Abu, a year older than Uco. He was brought to Bangun's house as an adopted son because his father was dead in a car accident. Soon after that day, he stole nearly all Bangun's attentions from Uco by getting many achievements and high ranks at school. Worse, he was an archery athlete, while Uco was never active in any clubs nor even trained himself in any kinds of sport seriously.

"It's not that bad, Co," said Eka suddenly before he glanced at the back seat, "The hardest part's only you got to have the postponed mid-test, because you're transferred after mid-test."

"Quit talking," replied Uco without looking at Eka, "I want to puke of your voice."

Eka smiled and sighed. Since he first came to Bangun's house when he was still in middle school, never in a day he did not think of Uco as his younger brother. He knew how his stepbrother was basically smart like his father, he only chose to be a rascal which always put him in trouble.

"Putih Abu-Abu is not like the other schools. It's good for you, you're going to love i-,"

"Are you deaf?" asked Uco angrily, "I said quit talking."

Eka shrugged and nodded. He had been used to be yelled by Uco since he was adopted by Bangun. Yet it never changed even a bit of his brotherly feeling towards Uco, even though he never let him know as well.


Putih Abu-Abu was a huge school consisting of three big buildings. One was school building, and the other two were male and female dormitories. The school system was very selective in accepting new students each year, which made the number of the students was not too big. Nearly each student was required to have talent in sport and art, or at least they should be capable academically.

Uco was walked by Eka to Room 32, room number two in third floor of male dormitory building. He looked around and was quite amazed of how well the building was furnished.

"Nearly each year your father refurnished each building," said Eka as if he read Uco's mind.

"He only cared about this school," mocked Uco cynically. Eka smiled and shook.

"Why do you always think negatively on him?" he chuckled before he opened the door with a key they got from the receptionist. Looks like Rama, the other occupant, had not arrived. They just had a long weekend, so that nearly all students went back to their homes.

"I'm sick to see you being the good kid, Ka," Uco quipped, "Look until I reveal your true face under that mask because we'll meet every day from now on."

"And I can't wait," said Eka sincerely, "Too bad Father doesn't allow us to say that you're the headmaster's son, or in other words, we're bro-,"

"SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" yelled Uco. He really felt sick of all Eka's sincere words. He always said all the good stuff since they first met, which made Uco hate him more and more each day. Besides, the reason of his anger was also that he and Eka were not allowed to reveal that he was the headmaster's son, which Uco understood right away that his father did not want the school to know that he had a stupid failed biological son. The school was only allowed to know that his son was Eka.

"Fine, I'm leaving," Eka put the key on an empty desk, which would be Uco's, "You'll get along with your roommate, he's a good kid."

"Everyone's always good except me," said Uco indifferently, "That's what you and Dad always see," he sat on the lower of the bunk bed. Eka did not reply, he only smiled and closed the door. Uco snorted. His life was wholly ruined. He thought he already got his freedom because although disagreed at first, his father let him studying in another high school in Jakarta, but in the end he messed everything until he finally came to the school that his father owned and lead. A place where his father and his perfect stepbrother, Eka, would always be around him and made him feel worse each day.

A place where he never wanted to be.


"Hey."

Uco heard a voice in disguise. He started opening his both eyes.

"Hey, wake up," said that voice, "You're Uco, right? The new guy?"

The voice sound very cheerful, woke Uco up from his sleep. It turned out that he fell asleep not long after he arrived in the room, and he slept on the lower bed, which belonged to his roommate. Uco got off the bed and sit. A boy sat beside him. He had short curls and clear eyes, yet he was smaller than Uco. He smiled innocently.

"I'm Rama," he passed his hand to Uco, but Uco did not shake it. He hated to see Rama's innocent smile. He did not understand why some people could be that cheerful, why they smiled innocently or sincerely. Like Rama. Like Eka.

"Have you unpacked?" ask Rama, not less friendly as if Uco acted nicely towards him, "Do you need my help?"

"Can you shut up?"

"Eh?"

"Your voice makes me sick," mocked Uco. He got off the bed.

"Oh, I'm…sorry," said Rama regretfully, "But, anyway, this lower bed is mine. You sleep on the upper bed-,"

"No, I want the lower one," Uco cut, "I don't want to bother climbing the stairs."

Uco crossed his arms and stared at Rama. His rascal sense was tempted to bully his new roommate for he was being too innocent and cheerful as if the world was a beautiful place. He really wanted to see the smile left Rama's face.

"Okay!" Rama agreed as he smiled, "Actually I've always wanted to sleep on the upper bed, but since nobody slept on the lower bed, it feels weird to sleep up there ahahaha…," he laughed. Uco furrowed his eyebrow. That Rama boy was not afraid at all to his bully. He was not even angry towards Uco's selfish attitude.

"Now, I'll help you unpacking, okay?" Rama got off the bed right away and unpacked Uco's clothes from the suitcase. He put them in the empty wardrobe, left Uco speechless.

Never in his life had he met such an impulsively helpful person. And that person was neither afraid of nor mad at him.


The first school day was smooth so far. Wounds and bruises on his face made some students curious, but Uco did not give a damn. Since he first being a rascal, he had been used going anywhere with wounded face. He was scheduled for the postponed mid-test in the upcoming weekend. He stared outside the classroom window and watched the quiet baseball field until a small paper ball came to his desk. He looked around and found a girl sitting across him waved. He winced and opened the paper, found a tidy handwriting on it.

Rascal, huh?

He looked at the girl who threw the paper. She smirked. Uco was shocked to find somebody revealed that he was a rascal, and more surprisingly that person was a girl. She had a pretty face and her long hair was tied into a ponytail. Uco looked at her again, and she was already listening to the teacher's explanation.


"Hey, Co."

Uco turned to where he heard the voice and sighed. It was Eka. Uco went back to his activity, finding books he might need for the next class in his locker. Eka lied on a locker beside Uco's.

"How's your first day?" he asked.

"How many people?" asked Uco. Eka winced.

"Huh?"

"How many people have you informed that I'm rascal?" Uco closed his locker door and stared at Eka, who winced and shook right away.

"I didn't tell anyone," he said, "Besides, what is that for?"

"I don't know, to raise your reputation higher?" Uco snorted, "By telling the world that the new guy is somebody worse than you?" he left Eka, and Eka followed him.

"Wait, wait, what are you talking about? I have no idea, Co," said Eka, confused.

"Quit pretending," replied Uco, "Somebody in my class knows I'm rascal. Who else's going to tell her if it's not you? Or am I quite famous as a rascal that everybody needs to know?" he walked away, leaving Eka in question. Eka sighed. He really was confused of Uco's accusation towards him. He surely never told anyone that Uco was a rascal, not only because Bangun asked him to, but also because he did not find the benefit of it.

"He's so mean to you," someone talked to Eka, "Is he the new guy?"

Eka turned his head to the voice. It was Ryuuichi standing there. That Japanese boy was both his roommate, classmate, and best friend since they both entered Putih Abu-Abu.

"Yeah," replied Eka, "He's my relative, and he's always been like that."

"Relative?" Ryuuichi was startled, "You don't even look like each other. Say, who is he? You know you can't hide a thing from me."

Eka chuckled. They both headed off to a classroom to have the next class.

"But you and Kei don't look alike as well," he teased. Ryuuichi smirked.

"You mean I look grumpy and Kei looks friendly?" he quipped. Eka laughed. Ryuuichi indeed had a cousin in Putih Abu-Abu, who was also a Japanese, and his name was Keiichi, the boy whose room was also available beside Rama.

"Well, I can't tell you. Not now," said Eka. Ryuuichi shrugged and nodded, knowing he could not force his best friend to speak.


Uco walked around the school alone. The class session had just been over and he had nothing to do. He saw some clubs had activities in each room or field, so that he could look around. He walked inside a building which turned out to be a big arena. Some students were practicing martial arts inside. Uco took a seat on one of audience seats. He looked around the room. His eyes caught Rama in a group of students wearing black uniform for pencak silat. Looks like he had a fun conversation with another boy who was a good looking one, and they looked close with each other. Uco looked at another side of the arena and found someone he recognized as his classmate who revealed that he was rascal. That girl was wearing white uniform for karate, and she was practicing her kicks.

"Hey, you're the new guy, right?"

Uco looked at his left. A boy, who looked older than him, stood there. His hair was brushed tidily and he had eyeglasses on his nose. Instead of cardigan or vest, he wore white blazer as his outer uniform and it was worn properly. Uco did not answer. He was always like that, keeping himself off people.

"I'm Bejo," that boy sat beside Uco, "I'm Student Council President, so if you need something, or you have questions, you can ask me."

"Can I ask you to leave me alone?" ask Uco indifferently. He went back to his activity looking around the arena. He saw Rama found him at the audience seat and waved, but he did not reply.

"I can't," Bejo laughed, "Looks like you're a kind of difficult person."

"It's none of your business."

"It is mine," said Bejo firmly, yet still in a swift voice, "I'm responsible of every student here. A difficult person like you usually has problems, and if you need any help, maybe I can-,"

"Thanks but no thanks for your hospitality, now I want to puke," Uco stood off his seat and left the arena. He could not stand people being nice to him, and all that he knew was every time he acted harsh to people, they always left him alone. He wondered why people in Putih Abu-Abu did not seem to do the same thing. Meanwhile, Bejo chuckled and lied on his seat. He waved to a boy in the arena, the one who was talking closely to Rama.


Knowing he would have a mid-test, Uco read some books while lying on his bed. He was basically a smart boy, so that he was not really afraid to face a sudden exam. He read until he heard Rama came and unpacked his training uniform.

"Hey, hey, I saw you talking with senior Bejo," said Rama before he sat on Uco's bed, "He's a cool person, right? He's very helpful with students."

"I think he's only a kind of person who loves to interfere somebody else's business," said Uco indifferently, still reading a book, "He's happy if he knows he's better than some people."

Rama quit smiling. He sighed and looked at the floor. Uco glanced at him for a moment and sighed silently, that finally his sanguine roommate gave up on him. He knew that in the end he could never trust nor count on everybody, because everybody always expected others to act nicely, no matter it was sincere or lie, and he hated it.

"Why do you always talk so mean?" asked Rama. Uco was startled. It turned out that his roommate did not give up easily.

"What? Why-,"

"Are you happy with that?" Rama cut, "Are you happy talking mean and such?"

Uco was shocked and speechless. Rama looked at him with his innocent clear eyes.

"We're roommates, right?" he said, "I mean, if you're not happy with anything, or you have problems, you can tell-,"

"ENOUGH, ENOUGH!" Uco stood off the bed, he turned wrathful hearing Rama saying what Bejo said, "See? In the end, everyone just wants to mess inside other's business!"

"You don't have friends?" asked Rama, "You don't have…brother? Or sister?"

"What?!"

"Because friends do that," said Rama again, "Friends, sisters, brothers. Family. They share everything with each other, help each other solving problems, or at least supporting each other. Did you never do that? I mean, like…you're…really…alone?"

Uco turned speechless again. He did not remember the last time he shared things with people. He forgot the last time he had friends, yet he never thought of his rascal friends as real friends, they were only people with the same purpose. He forgot the last time he talked properly to his father, yet he never remembered that he ever talked properly to Eka no matter how Eka had always tried to get him.

"You people always talk about nice things," said Uco cynically, in the end, "You'll want to switch room once you know who I really am, Rama," he smirked. His cold eyes stared at Rama.

"Hum?" asked Rama, confused, "Switch room? Why? You're a nice person and I lik-,"

"I'm a rascal, Idiot," Uco cut. Rama was stunned. He did not predict that he would get a rascal as his roommate. Meanwhile Uco smirked to see Rama got shocked. He did not care that he revealed who he really was, he only wanted to prove that no one in the world was a really good person.

And he knew nobody would want to befriend with a delinquent, except they were delinquent as well. From what he saw, Uco could tell that Rama was not one of them.