I recently saw big hero 6 at the cinema and have to say it was one of the best movies I have ever seen. It made me smile while I was crying, thats something I only do when I really love something. I mean it had everything, comedy, drama, sorrow, love, action, suspense, mystery etc. Anyway this two-shot was just something that I dreamt one night after watching the movie and reading fanfictions of similar topics so yeah.

Hiro was lying flat on his back staring at the ceiling. He sighed and unknowingly gripped the cover of his bed even tighter, he'd been in that same position for hours just waiting for Tadashi to come home. One of Tadashi's high school friends was throwing a party to celebrate their graduation. Hiro had been really proud of Tadashi, he'd got the highest grades of anyone and had been made valedictorian of his class. Some thought it unfair because Tadashi was naturally smart but Hiro knew it wasn't as easy as they all knew. Despite his natural talent he had been up every night studying in the weeks leading up to the exams. Hiro had often worried if Tadashi had been getting enough sleep but didn't say anything. He knew once Tadashi had something to work for there would be no stopping him.

But where was he now… Hiro couldn't help but worry. He'd heard rumours about the kind of things that go on at high school parties, he himself had never been to one even though he was at high school. But the kids in his grade liked to pick on him because they were all several years older. He had to skip a few grades though, they were just to easy for him. He let loose another sigh and rolled onto his side. His eyes darted up to the clock atop his dresser. 11:54.

'Where was he, he should have been back by now.'

Hiro groaned loudly and got up from his bed. Only to slump down into his desk chair. He could feel his eyes slowly drooping but refused to fall asleep, he wanted to be sure Tadashi was ok. He'd never been out this late before. He swivelled round in his seat to look at Tadashi's side of the room. The paper screen they had to divide their room was draw back slightly so he could see in. As usual Tadashi's bed was neatly made and all his things were organised on his shelves. Hiro stared at it for a while contemplating what to do, when he suddenly felt himself lull again. He sat up sharply trying in desperation to keep his eyes open. It was now 12:14 but he refused to go to sleep until he knew Tadashi was ok; although he rarely admitted it he did care about Tadashi. He suddenly heard the door squeak and looked round at it. A huge smile started growing on his face. It froze in place when Hiro saw that it was only Mochi that had pushed into the room. He gave a disappointed sigh, it was silly to have gotten his hopes up like that.

Mochi eyed him curiously before rushing over to jump on Tadashi's desk. He began scratching at his things so playfully Hiro couldn't help but laugh. After a while of simply watching the cats antics he decided to get out his camera and film it, well at least it would pass the time. It was now 12:39 and Hiro was more tired than he'd ever been but his determination just managed to keep his eyes open. He stumbled over to Tadashi's side of their room and hoisted himself onto his bed. He messed around with Mochi for a good half hour until he was so tired he couldn't even move from his position on Tadashi's bed. He was just about to collapse from sheer exhaustion when the door squeaked again. Every ounce of his tiredness seemed to melt away when he caught sight of his brother standing in the doorway.

"Tadashi!" He cried. He said it quietly, knowing better than to risk disturbing Aunt Cass; but the excitement in his voice was unmistakeable. Tadashi blinked at him with tired eyes as he tried to walk over to his side of the room. He stumbled and staggered a bit knocking into Hiro's desk slightly causing several of his tools and parts to roll off onto the floor with a load clang.

"Woah! Careful." hiro said, ignoring the stuff on the floor as he went to help his brother. He placed a hand on his chest and arm to allow Tadashi the chance to steady himself. He was completely shocked when he felt Tadashi's arm purposely shove him, it wasn't all that hard a push but Hiro was already exhausted from staying up so late. So it was no wonder he tripped over his feet and fell to the floor. He pushed himself up keeping all his weight on his hands as he looked at his brother, completey dumbfounded. Tadashi rested against Hiro's desk glaring at him with a stare that could faze any man. Shame Hiro was only a 12 year old kid. He shifted slightly under his brothers gaze but decided to draw out the awkward silence now present in their room. He felt it better he let Tadashi make the first move, after all he didn't really understand what was going on.

"What are you doing." Tadashi said, and yet at the same time he didn't. It was him speaking, the words fell from his lips. But the voice was not his, it was harsh and cold and carried nothing but contempt. Hiro had never heard Tadashi speak like that before. He was wide awake now as he grabbed onto his bed and hoisted himself up. He took a cautious step forward, staggering slightly, still shaken by Tadashi's cold tone and death stare.

"I was just trying to help." He said nervously. Why? It was just Tadashi. He wasn't scary in any way whatsoever. And yet Hiro couldn't deny the fact that his voice wavered on his quivering lips. Quivering? What was up? Why was he so nervous all of a sudden?

"I don't need any help from you." Tadashi said coldly as he began staggering to his bed. He barely got three steps before his knees gave and fell sideways. He would have hit the floor face first had Hiro not caught him. He shook slightly under his brothers immense weight, what was more there was the most awful smell coming from above his head where Tadashi's was resting. Wait a minute. Smell, staggering, party. Of course. Hiro mentally slapped himself for not realising sooner. It was now completely obvious Tadashi was drunk. That wasn't like him. It had only happened once before after a party some friend of his had. Hiro couldn't remember the guys name but he knew he didn't like him, he got a pretty bad vibe from that guy, he defiantly seemed like the type to cause trouble. No doubt he was behind Tadashi's current state. Speaking of which, Hiro wasn't sure he could hold his weight much longer. He wasn't exactly the strongest kid in the world, some of the kids at school would probably label him the worlds weakest. Nevertheless he tried to support his brother whilst edging his way to his bed.

"Woah,careful." Hiro said as Tadashi lurched sideways so he was once again supported by his own legs.

"I told you I didn't need help." He spat, fixing an icy glare on his little brother. Hiro took a step back, the previous anxiety resurfacing in his body.

"Actually you do, see…" Hiro started to reason but Tadashi cut him off.

"You think you know what I need. Ha! I'm think I know myself a bit better than you do Hiro, don't think just cause everyone else sucks up to you because you're smart I going to listen to what you say like it's actually important." Hiro inwardly gasped at this. Was that really what Tadashi thought of him? That he didn't matter? That he thought he was better because he was clever? He hadn't asked to skip grades in school or get extra work and praise. In fact he would willing sacrifice his brain to actually be accepted by people. He'd always felt Tadashi cared for him though, so it hurt to hear him say that.

Ignore him. Hiro told himself. He convinced himself Tadashi just wasn't in his right mind.

"Tadashi you're tired, just let me help you to you bed and then…" Hiro was cut off mind sentence but a sharp pain stabbing at his cheek. He staggered back and fell against his bed post. He brought his hands up to his cheeks and breathed heavily as an icy stillness set over the room.

No. That didn't happen, it couldn't.

Had Tadashi really hit him. No he wouldn't. Yet the burning pain on his cheek and his brothers cold glare managed to open the door for doubt in his heart.

"Shut up! I don't need a pathetic nerd like you telling me what to do got it." He hissed angrily. Hiro was visibly hurt by this but he tried not to show it.

Don't listen to him. He doesn't know what he's saying he's just had to much to drink at that party and it's affecting his mind. Yeah. Hiro kept convincing himself of this but he couldn't deny he doubted it just a little bit.

"In fact." Tadashi continued, advancing on him. Hiro backed away instinctively, until he was pressed right up against the end of his bed. What was he doing, why was he acting so scared of his brother. In his right mind or not Tadashi was still Tadashi right? He wouldn't hurt him right? Unfortunately Hiro was smart but he couldn't be right every time. He suddenly found himself hanging upside down by his feet. He cried out in surprise at the sudden movement. When he looked up he was even more surprised to see that Tadashi was the one digging his fingers in his ankles.

"Tadashi what are you doing?" Hiro asked.

"I'm fed up with you never listening to me, so you going to hang here until you promise that from now on you will do everything I say got it." He yelled down at him.

"What? Come on! Tadashi this is silly." Hiro said through a nervous laugh.

"BE QUIET!" He cried, before bringing his knee up into Hiro's stomach. Hiro gasped in pain as the breath was taken from him. He now had no means of reasoning with his brother as a black stripped trainer made contact with his nose. Hot crimson blood began filling it up before flowing over the edges and sliding down his forehead. Hiro felt tears sting his eyes but he refused to give in and cry.

"T-Tadashi, this is-s-sn't f-un-ny. P-Please s-s-st-top-op." He stuttered, while silently cursing the desperation that had found a way to slip into his voice. His reply ended up being a bash to the head and Tadashi dropped him. He slid sideways onto the floor panting, still trying desperately to hold back tears. He pressed his hands to the floor to steady himself when a hand suddenly grabbed his collar.

"Ah." He cried out as he was lifted off his feet to meet Tadashi's cold eyes.

"I thought I told you not to talk back." He spat. He flinched at his brothers dark stare, that seemed to make him even angrier. He punched Hiro's face in forcing fresh blood to flow over the crusted streak going up his forehead. Hiro shut his eyes, desperately praying this was just a dream. He felt a soft cold liquid stream down his cheek, no! He promised himself that he wouldn't cry, that he wouldn't give in to Tadashi's rage.

"Aww. Look it's crying, want to give up now?" Tadashi mocked. Hiro's eyes snapped open so fast he didn't even have time to suppress the new wave of tears that suddenly spilled out. He was shocked, how could Tadashi say that. He wasn't in his right mind but still.

"Come on Tadashi you don't mean that, It's just the alcohol talking." Hiro said nervously, hoping it would get through to him.

"No, I may have had a bit to drink but I really mean what I'm saying. I have always resented you, you pathetic nerd. I've just been to soft to admit it. The only thing the alcohol has done is give me the strength to speak my mind for once." He hissed darkly. Hiro was even more surprised by his outburst than he had been by his actions. Was that true? No! He couldn't believe it. He wouldn't. But try as he might he couldn't completely ignore the sick feeling of doubt creeping into his heart. He tried to shake free of Tadashi's grip but he wasn't strong enough.

"Stop resisting you little freak." Tadashi's whisper shouted as he tossed him across the room into the wall. Hiro slid to the floor on his back shaking and sore. His world was spinning and he could see nothing but blurry shapes as the kicked and punched him. When his vision cleared he was surprised by the fact that he hadn't been surprised it was Tadashi beating him. What was even more painful were the things he said.

loser

weak

disappointment

freak

nerd

What was going on? Was Tadashi really just drunk and confused? Or had he been telling the truth.

"Are you ready to give in and do as I say now?" Tadashi asked with a cruel smirk.

"N-no," Hiro stuttered. He was scared what would happen next but he couldn't cave.

"Guess I need to be more persuasive then." Tadashi said, bearing a smile that made Hiro feel sick to his stomach.

He cried out as he was lifted by his ankles again and dragged over to the other side of the room.

He felt his head swing to the right as one of his ankles was released.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he watched Tadashi open the window with his free hand.

"Oh. Just taking advantage of my resources." He said in a phoney voice of innocence that made Hiro's blood run cold. He then got the shock of his life as Tadashi squeezed tightly around his angles and threw him head first out the window.

"Ah! What! Oh god, oh no. Help!" Hiro cried as he found himself suspended upside-down about 30ft in the air. He prayed to every god he could think of that Tadashi wouldn't let go.

"How bout now?" Tadashi asked innocently.

"Ne-ne-ever." Hiro stuttered. Although he wasn't so sure right now.

"Okay then." Tadashi replied, before releasing his right hand. Hiro screamed in shock and fear as was flung sideways by the force.

"Okay. Okay." He cried in a defeated tone. "I swear I'll do anything you say just please don't let go." He begged.

"Good. And…" Tadashi said.

"And what?" Hiro asked, hadn't Tadashi just wanted him to do whatever he wanted.

"I don't just want that you know. I want you to admit that you weaker than me, that I will always be the superior sibling and that you are nothing." Tadashi said, giving Hiro a shake for good measure.

"Okay." Hiro whimpered, determined to get this over with. "I am a weakling, a loser and a freak. You will always be better than me and I will never be worthy to be your brother."

"That's more like it." Tadashi said, pleased with his victory and he dragged Hiro back into the room and dumped him on the floor. Even in the low lighting the cuts and bruises showed all over his body.

"Pathetic." Tadashi muttered as he look down at Hiro. He turned his head up and looked at Tadashi with pleading eyes, hidden behind a rim of water.

"I'm sorry Tadashi, please, please don't hate me." He begged.

"To little to late." Was the cold reply before he was lifted off his feet for the third time that night.

"I will always hate you." Tadashi hissed. "In fact…" He began before moving his head so his mouth was just inches from Hiro's ear and whispering the last sentence. Hiro's eyes snapped open and his whole body started shaking. Tadashi looked the broken and battered form of his brother up and down, seeming satisfied he dropped Hiro and stumbled over to his bed knocking into his desk. Something fell off and clattered onto the floor but he was to put out to pick it up, whatever it was. Hiro curled into a small ball on the floor and began sobbing silently, he didn't even bother trying to hold back his tears anymore. He'd been through to much tonight to care anymore.

After what felt like forever, when the moon was sliding closer and closer to the ground. Hiro finally dragged himself from the floor and into the bathroom. He got quite a shock when he switched on the light. The mirror immediately illuminated what appeared to be him. Only with a split lip, massive purple bruises and crusted blood littering his skin. He knew aunt Cass or Tadashi would ask questions when they saw him like this, and to be honest he just wanted to forget the whole nights experience. So he set about cleaning off the blood and covering his bruises. About and hour later he emerged from the room looking pretty much the same as ever. Though if anyone looked close enough they might spot the, newly acquired, glint of sadness in his eyes. He was seriously tired now but managed to concentrate enough not to knock anything on his way to his bed. He couldn't risk disturbing Tadashi. As soon as he reached his bed he collapsed on to his front letting out an exhausted, but sad sigh. He was still trying to get over what Tadashi said. Did he really mean it? The ugly hateful words kept swimming around his head. He clamped his hands over his ears in an attempt to blot it out. He ended up falling asleep in that position with the sick words being the last thing on his mind.

"I wish you weren't my brother…"