Title: Two Versions of Two Scenarios
Pairing: Kensei/Hiro (a couple other characters show up in there too though.)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them. :(
Summary: A couple of different circumstances of the two boys meeting up at different times throughout the ages...

Two Versions of Two Scenarios

1-1927 – Chicago

Version 1: Hiro's Version

"Yatta!" Hiro Nakamura cried right after he and his companion appeared out of thin air into the crisp Chicago night air. His glee was short lived, though, as his expression changed into one of worry. "I hope we are at the right time… And the right place. Do you recognize this Matt?"

Matt Parkman craned his neck to look at the surrounding buildings. He recognized them, but they looked different, like they were from an old movie. This would be appropriate, he guessed, because they were trying to get to the Twenties.

"Yeah," he replied, "this all looks like Chicago to me. So now where do we go to find your grandfather?"

Hiro led on. He had been to the place in the present day, so he had an idea of where he was going. He vaguely noticed a blur of sky blue as they started out. They walked in silence, while Hiro just thought of the current situation. He and Matt were trying to figure out how to stop the newest threat that the company had set in motion, years before the bomb above New York had happened, years before Hiro even knew about his power. They were supposed to listen in on a conversation with a girl named Louisa and Hiro's grandfather, and Matt, with his ability to hear thoughts, was going to hear exactly what was set in motion, so that they could save the world.

Suddenly, Hiro felt like his was being watched. He stopped abruptly, causing Matt to crash into him. He brushed off Matt's apology, as he stepped around him quickly, looking behind him at the sudden swish of blue that darted behind the nearest building.

"No! No! I'm fine. I just heard something familiar," Hiro smiled and replied to Matt's questions about the sudden stop. He masked his insecurity, and smiled excitedly so Matt wouldn't catch on and continued on his way.

It took them another hour to get there, partially because Hiro got lost twice, and partially because of all the times he stopped to look for the person he thought was following them. He never saw more than a swish of blue, and that was only three times. All the other times he saw nothing, and he told himself he was being paranoid.

Matt heard exactly what he needed to hear right as soon as they arrived. He clapped his hand on Hiro's shoulder, and told him to jet back home with a huge grin on his face. Hiro caught Matt's enthusiasm and grinned back – there was something invigorating about saving the world. He closed his eyes to time travel, but something stopped him.

He opened his eyes, and looked around once more. Another swish of blue flashed before him. He felt like he was missing something, an opportunity, or something of the like. But he couldn't change history. So even though it felt completely wrong, he closed his eyes and he and Matt disappeared into thin air.

Version 2: Adam's Version

"Yatta!"

Adam Munroe stopped dead in his tracks. He had heard a voice, a voice he could never forget, not even after nearly three hundred years.

He spun around, and looked for the source of the voice. And there stood Hiro Nakamura, looking exactly the same. He was still a head shorter than Adam, and his hair was still unkempt, and still took his breath away.

He hadn't noticed the man with Hiro until they started walking towards him. Hiro looked determined – an expression Adam had been familiar with when he had been Takezo Kensei – and the taller man behind him looked ready to follow Hiro to the ends of the earth.

Adam had the sudden urge to go to Hiro's follower and shake some sense into him. Don't do it, friend, he'd say. I know, saving whatever Hiro has you saving sounds all well and good, but you can't trust him. He'll betray you! Don't you understand?! He'll hurt you!

But instead of giving warning to someone he felt was a kindred soul, he just moved out of the way, turning his back on them so that he wouldn't be recognized. Even though his back was turned, he thought he could feel Hiro's eyes upon him. Though, Adam thought, he was unsure to whether or not this Hiro would even know him yet.

After they passed, Adam started following, at a distance. Every so often, he'd have to rush behind a building, or hide somewhere so that Hiro wouldn't be able to see him when he looked. He mentally cursed his blue shirt for making him stand out.

He didn't know why he was following Hiro. He hated the man, hated him with every fiber of his being, yet here he was, drawn to him, following him like a sheep would follow his Shepard, even after everything that Hiro had done to him.

For an hour he followed them. Hiding, and sneaking – abilities he had gotten quite good at over the years. And then they stopped at a building – his apartment building, no less – and that was when Adam nearly broke.

The horrible man that Hiro had brought with him touched Hiro. His hand was on Hiro's shoulder, and he was smiling. Hiro was smiling back. And the empathic bond he had with Hiro's friend had been abruptly replaced with a burning desire to hurt and maim. This man had suddenly become Adam's enemy in every way possible.

Adam stepped out from behind a crowd of people and walked determinedly towards the pair. He was fingering the knife in his sleeve, testing its sharpness and it's accessibility as he prepared to strike.

Hiro's head shot up and looked around.

And instead of attacking, the supposed brave Sword Saint ran and hid behind a dumpster.

He chanced a look a few seconds later. Hiro had gone. Adam walked up to the spot where he had just been, and breathed in Hiro's scent. He recognized it instantly – after three hundred years, it hadn't changed. He stood there, taking deep breaths until the air smelled like air again.

Before he knew it, Adam was reminiscing. He was thinking about Hiro's and his adventures; and he was thinking about their misadventures. And now he was thinking about a new face that had been added to his list of people that need to die. He memorized every single feature so that he would be sure to recognize him. A round face. Brown eyes. Short black hair. A goofy grin. And next time they met, Adam was not going to hide like a coward.

"Sorry, carp," Adam whispered to the cold Chicago air. "But he's going to die too. Everyone will. Until all you have left is me."