OK GUYS, so this is a two part thing. Ehhh I think I was going for a drabble but I'll probably want to continue it. SO! I hope you like it.
BASICALLY Tadashi doesn't die in the fire.
Hiro opened his eyes groggily. His skin felt cold as the dry ice he'd experminted on once before in 2nd grade.
Then he realized it was the intense heat surrounding him.
There were orange flames everywhere, burning brightly and menacingly.
Generally fires were wonderful things that kept you warm and happy, but not this time.
What had happened?
Oh.
The fire. Tadashi. Hiro running after him, yelling his name, grabbing his sweater...
then the explosion. And darkness.
Hiro's eyes scanned the flames desperately. The floor was cool concrete; he was outside, yet trapped within fiery debri. "Ta-" he meant to say his brothers name, but a cough stole his words. Man.
Smoke was everywhere.
He could hardly breathe so he didn't try.
Somewhere within the debri the boy spotted a flash of blue.
He stood up shakily and limped over to it, dodging fire as he went.
It was a dark blue cap with the words TADASHI written inside. Hiro picked it up, not caring that the heated fabric burned his hands.
"What? No-" once again coughs stole his words and he shut his mouth, closing his eyes.
No, his mind finished for him. Tadashi was alive. Hiro was alive, wasn't he? So why shouldn't his brother be?
I'll find him.
But Hiro had reached his physical limits. He was burnt. Badly.
A wave of searing pain across his legs and shoulder and he cried out in pure agony.
Smoke entered his mouth and nostrils, causing breathing to become increasingly difficult.
His vision swam. He swayed, first to the left then to the right, and then he fell limp.
But he never hit the ground.