Hi, so, this is my first fan fiction! So, I hope every things turns out okay. The formatting of the chapter seems a little different than what it seems to be like on Word, but fingers crossed for it at least being readable (sorry, kinda only used to keeping my writing to myself on my computer...). I added the 'x's to show a break in the scene, so hopefully everything seems to go a little smoother. Please feel free to comment any thoughts, I'll be glad to read anything you have to say (be it good or bad!). Just as a forewarning, there will be some swearing throughout the story :)

Chapter 1

It had taken Hiro a while to notice it. It had taken him fifteen years to notice it, but he noticed it eventually.

You could say that he began to look at the world a bit closer after Tadashi's death, and everything that happened with Callaghan. And as he looked closer at the world, he noticed the world started looking back at him. Well, the world started to look at him with a little bit more hatred. Or had the world always looked at him this way?

Hiro could never tell, but as he looked back, he wished he had noticed it sooner, that he could have done something sooner. He realized that perhaps this thought was foolish, because no amount of talking, or hitting things, or stopping evil could prevent the ever growing hatred, for it had started long before he was born. Long before his parents had been born.

Hiro had often wondered if anyone had ever stopped to notice that things were changing? Hiro knew Aunt Cass had noticed, but Hiro knew why she didn't say anything. She was just trying to protect him from what was happening. Hiro always, always wondered if Tadashi had noticed, and Hiro figured that he probably had. Tadashi had always been the more street smart of the two of them, but Hiro had learnt fast. He learnt where to avoid, he learnt that he needed things to change, because San Franksokyo was slowly going to destroy itself and Hiro couldn't sit back and watch it as that happened.

And he knew that one day they would come and get him, that the Big Hero 6 would come back and save him. They were his team, and he depended on them as much as they depended on him. He knew that they would come for him soon, so that he could go back to Aunt Cass and try to change things, because he couldn't let things continue as they had.

xxxxx

The first time it happened, Hiro was with Aunt Cass. They were walking along the street; Hiro was talking a mile a minute about his classes at SFIT, as Cass listened. Cass was happy for Hiro, things were finally looking up for them, and she thought that for once the two of them could have some peace to finally try to be a family, no matter how small they had become.

Hiro hadn't really been paying attention to where he was going, and neither had Cass, their feet had walked them along on autopilot. Hiro didn't see the man, until he walked into him.

'Watch it, fucking half-breed.'

Hiro turned to the man and started at him, feeling as if his world had stopped. 'What did you call me?'

Hiro didn't know how to react, never once had he ever been called something like that, and he didn't know how to react to it.

'Hiro, come on. Forget it.' Cass said, giving the man an icy glare and she tried to unstick Hiro from his place.

'He's a disgrace. There's no place in this city for people like him.' The man replied, turning to look at Cass directly.

'There's no place in the city for racists like you, actually.' Cass told him, before turning and walking away.

'One day you'll see. One day we won't have to deal with scum like him. No fucking half-breeds, and no Japanese. You'll see the kind of peace we'll achieve then.' The man shouted after them. By this point, heads in the street had began to turn in Hiro's direction and he had never felt so embarrassed… so inferior, in his life.

'Don't you look at them, Hiro. They wouldn't see beauty even if it hit them in the face.' Cass explained to him, gripping his hand like she did all those years ago, when Hiro had been scared to be left alone.

'Why did that happen, Aunt Cass?' Hiro asked her, still stupefied by what had happened.

'I'll explain when we get home.' Was all Aunt Cass told him, and Hiro let it drop. But he could still hear the whispers, he could still feel the stares at his back.

She's just as bad as them, taking one in. What does she think she's doing with something as vile as that? Hiro didn't want to hear, he knew what he was, and that had never stopped him before. San Fransokyo had a massive Japanese population, and what Hiro believed to be a thriving Japanese population. Hiro could not understand why this was so wrong all of a sudden.

'Don't ever let the opinion of one man ever get you down, Hiro. Trust me, not everyone believes the same as him, just look at yourself.' Aunt Cass reassured him, looking down at him. She hated it, she had hidden it for so long. Managed to avoid explaining things to him, but she knew things were changing. She knew that things wouldn't be that easy for much longer, and now her time had run out and it didn't look like things would get much better.

xxxxx

This was Hiro's first encounter with racial hatred, and Aunt Cass never explained anything to him. He waited for days for her to say something, but she never did. Things went back to normal for some time, but the uprising came soon after. And this time, no one held back. Hiro would spend hours looking back at the days with Tadashi and wonder how things had gotten like this, how he couldn't have noticed something like this developing. Wondering if there was anything he could have done to stop this, but Cass had consistenly told hinm that this was something that had been developing from long before he was born, and that there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Even now, there wasn't much hope in stopping it. Even with the slightest hope that there were other countries trying their best to bring about the end of a civil war. There were still riots spreading throughout the city, and every day more and more half-breeds and Japanese ended up in this bunker. Even with each new person being collared and marked, Hiro still believed that he could change something. That the Big Hero 6 could make a difference.

They'd done it once before, so why should this be much harder?