Summary: Hiro Hamada has always been an angel in the eyes of his family & friends, despite his mistakes. But, what if he really was? He was born an angel, He is full Hamada lineage, but an angel none the less. The only thing is that he never knew, in fact no one knew, at least not on Earth.
One day, Hiro is taken to heaven & told the truth. Now The council of light, wants him to join the AMEPA, or Angel, Mortal, Earth, Protection, Agency, at 14! YOUNGEST EVER! Though he isn't the only 14-year old there. There is another angel, that he will be partnered with, just cause of the age gap with all the others. Now he is juggling college, family, & being a kickass angel. Let me warn you; Hiro may be heavenly, but he certainly isn't all sugar & spice.
Tadashi is alive. I'll just say he was found chained in a warehouse somewhere. Don't like, DEAL!
DISCLAIMER:I DO NOT OWN BIG HERO 6. JUST MY PLOT. THIS IS ON THE SPOT, SO NO LENGTH EXPECTANCY.
WARNING: CURSING, GORY, TOUCHY & SUBJECTS AT TIMES.
Yup. -^- I Broke down & made it. I regret nothing. Burn it if you hate it. Read it if you like it. Sooo... If you read the description, you know what's going on. I don't own Big Hero 6. If I did Hiro would have killed Callahan during the Krei-Tech micro bot. Bloody, very bloody. I suck at writing fight scenes, please bare with me. Well, let's skip how twisted I am and get on with the story. But 1st, a crappy little poem written my me.
My Tired Angel:
I try & try,
Yet do nothing right
you are my angel
You are my light
I don't care what your seen as
A freak
Unwanted
Evil
The devil
Worthless
Hated
Loathed
Cheated
You're an angel to me
So tell my why you let them
Break. You. Down.
Cause your worth so much more,
Than this
I see your painful & tired eyes,
And yet you lie to me,
say it's alright,
Say there's no pain,
Say there's no tears.
So it hurts you more
Don't you see?
That I want to help?
Or do you not trust me?
Please tell me
I need to know.
I need to know now~
Your bloody,
Your worn,
But still you stay
And that's fine. With. Me
Just don't pretend that I haven't seen
You scream in the dark,
Letting your words go
Hang yourself in the closet,
Above a world of regret
Cut your skin,
Letting the red paint set.
You beg & you plead,
To drown in the sea.
But somehow,
You still smile,
For me
I would give my life for you
In hope to pay at least an once,
Of what I owe.
I will never be able to refund such,
But I will try,
Even if I must die.
I don't care what your seen as
A freak
Unwanted
Evil
The devil
Worthless
Hated
Loathed
Cheated
You're an angel to me
So tell my why you let them
Break. You. Down.
Cause your worth so much more,
Than this.
I your painful & tired eyes,
And yet you lie to me,
say it's alright,
Say there's no pain,
Say there's no tears.
So it hurts you more
Some hide their feathered wings
Others, their spade tipped tails
Not you though
Your wings spread freely
Telling thou to soar.
Listen to them,
They will get you far
But I just can't see,
How you don't know
Your an angel
To me~
Now that crappy poem is over, let's start the story:
Hiro was out on night patrol alone. None of the others could come cause they were all busy. Fred was trying to promote a new comic idea for his dad's company, Wasabi was helping at the restaurant, GoGo was trying to live through her parents' visit, Honey Lemon had to help clean up her neighbors' apartment since she accidentally blew it up, Baymax had to charge, or else he would act drunk. And Hiro's big brother, Tadashi... Well... He still didn't know about the whole superhero thing.
Hiro was all alone, flying over the city of San Fronokyo. He was glad that he decided to upgrade his suit, jet boosters only being one of the new features. Sorta like the few piercings he had gotten in his ears, though no one but him knew. He could only imagine his brother scolding him, saying that 13 was too young for anything like that.
So far the night had been quiet. A bit to quiet. Not much to report, and Hiro didn't like it. 'Oh well' Hiro thought, 'The villains may actually be getting the gist that they won't win. All I have left to check is the port district, anyway'. He hung a left, & was there in a couple minutes.
"Hey! Don't drop it!" Hiro heard a husky voice shout below. He landed quietly near where he thought it came from. He hid on top of a cargo box, but was still covered by another stacked next to it. He peaked around the corner to see several impish, devilish looking creatures trying to load a silver harp onto a ship.
"The fuck?", Hiro asked himself, slightly too loud.
"Who's there?!" Asked one of the creatures. Before, Hiro could run he was held captive by another 'thing'.
"Well, well what do we have here?" The ringleader of the creatures asked, strutting closer. "You know it's rude to stick you nose in other people's business."
Hiro gave the man a hard glare. Their business, or not, he knew whatever it was, was illegal in some way. The thing grunted, signaling his 'entourage'. Each pulled out a weapon.
Hiro actually smirked slightly, not that they could see it. 'Oh, their going to kill me, eh?', He thought, 'Sorry, but I'm not in the mood to die today bastards' Hiro lifted his legs and secured the thing holding him's head in his ankles, only to flip him forwards, the thing letting go of the armored boy in the process.
The group charged at Hiro, who dodged the 5's every move with ease. Four of them chased Hiro through his little 'maze' he was creating, and ended up toppling over one another at such a speed the impact knocked them unconscious, by the bleeding it caused in their brains. All that was left now was the leader.
"Haven't you learned not to bite off more than you can chew?" Said the leader, knocking the armored boy to the ground.
"Guh" pain shot up Hiro's spine, as he hit the ground and his stomach was crushed in by the larger creature's foot, who managed to get a fairly deep cut with a knife, into his abdomen.
"Any last words, angel?"
The thing's words confused Hiro, But that didn't matter to him at the moment. "No," Hiro grunted, reaching for something to use as a weapon, "but how about you back off" Hiro rammed the nearest thing he grabbed, a pipe, into the creature's head. The creature went flying to his left.
Hiro stood, regaining his posture, only then did he see his damage. The 4 goons were obviously dead. While the leader, on the other hand, had a large dent in his head from the pipe, from which he bleed heavily from.
Hiro paused for a moment, killing wasn't his his motive, but if that's what ended up having to be done to stop a villain, then that's how it was. He turned to the cargo. Its was an odd harp, strings as glimmering as silk thread, and body as pristine and white as clean, untouched glass. He was about to touch it when a voice appeared.
"Not that bad, not bad at all. Managing to kill four demons in under 15 minutes without a proper weapon, even if they are some of the lowest class, is fairly impressive for a young winglet(AN: DONT JUDGE THE NAME!) like yourself."
Hiro whipped his head around to see a man with blonde hair with glasses & a clean, white suit. He slightly frightened Hiro, he wasn't buff, but he wasn't scrawny either, but that was the thing that intimidated Hiro. It was... Hiro only knew one way to describe them. Wings.
"W-who are you?"
The man lowered his clipboard in hand. "Cyril, Cyril Haulton, you may call me Mr. Haulton. I am your chief superior," He glanced at Hiro, " You are Hiroshi Hamda, as I presume, correct?" Hiro gave a stiff nod and Mr. Haulton chuckled, "Such a noble and pure name, yet your parents didn't even know what you really are."
Hiro's eyes narrowed, "what do you mean, 'what I really am'?"
Haulton gave Hiro a look, "An angel of course."
"I'M A WHAT?!" Hiro thought this man was trying to mess with his head.
"Ah, yes! You didn't even know! Well then, I assume I should show you"
Hiro was going to ask the man what he meant, but before he could he was surrounded by white light. Once the blinding light disappeared, Hiro noticed he was in a large, modern building, the only thing out of place he saw, was that instead of a city view, all he saw was clouds & a view of Earth. It was almost as if he was in a spaceship.
"Neat isn't it?" Haulton appeared behind the young superhero.
"Yeah..." Hiro was a little lost for words, "Where are we anyway?"
"A.M.E.P.A headquarters. The far West hall to be exact, nobody really comes to this part." The superior stated simply.
"The what now?" Hiro was clueless as to what that meant.
"The Angel. Mortal. Earth. Protection. Agency."
The pair started walking through the vacant hall in silence till Hiro came with a question, "So are we in heaven then?"
"Part of it, yes" Haulton's expression never changed.
"So I'm dead?"
"No, you are very much alive."
"Then how am I an angel if I'm not dead?"
Mr. Haulton looked at Hiro, "That only applies to humans."
Hiro still didn't get it, "Yeah, you still didn't answer me"
"Your not a human" Haulton sighed, "You never were."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! I have an aunt! I have a brother! I had parents at one point, even!"
Hiro received a warning glance, "Calm down. Your still related to them. When you were born, you were chosen to be something many merely wish to be, an angel."
It was silent the rest of the walk. Hiro didn't know if he was dreaming, drugged, or if it was real. One thing was for sure no matter what it was, the whole situation was believable. paused, so did Hiro, right in front of a giant double oak door.
The superior turned to Hiro, "I suggest you change."
"Into what?" Hiro gave the man a queer look.
Haulton sighed. 'I nearly forgot,' He thought, 'The boy knows next to nothing about us' "Your angelic form."
Hiro looked dumbfounded. hoe was he expected to do that? Drink some potion that gave him wings? That would be worth a shot. "Focus on your qualities," Instructed Cyril, "Think of things you've experienced for are portrayed to you as, bravery, wisdom, generosity, and love (AN: I mean caring, family level. Don't get any ideas -_-), then focus on how that is portrayed in you. Corny as it seems, that is the key to your form."
Hiro definitely thought this guy was a quack, "Right... Look man-" Haulton cut him off.
"Just try it!"
The boy rolled his eyes, then shut them. The thought of Tadashi daring to go into that fire, & how he, himself, fought Callahan. Then, all of his life what his family taught him, & when he would occasionally help fellow students. When people would show him pity, & giving things to the poor and needy. Lastly, his family and friends, and how he cared for them.
Soon Hiro felt white, glowing ribbons tightly wrap around his body. Most would expect them to suffocate him, but they did quite the opposite, he felt more free, less exposed, and more open spirited. What was like minutes to Hiro, was mere seconds in the ribbons receded, he was left in his angelic form.
Hiro looked brand new, reborn in fact. He wore pristine white dress pants, a button up male's formal shirt, formal shoes, and his head was topped with a white fedora with a black ribbon around it, with round, silver studs. He also had earring, just plain silver and gold circles, 4 on the left, 3 on the right. His hair was different too, the ends of each strand was a glimmering gold. And lastly his wings. Oh, the wings. They were a graceful snow, with spade like feathers, and large, complimenting his size, like an eagle's.
"Woah..." Was all Hiro could manage.
There was too much time wasted. He was pushed into a circular room with a large semi-circle desk looming over him. There were 7 beings up there, the one in the center with a large, white beard he knew, 'God' (AN: Just go with it)
"Are you sure this is him?!" Asked an short-haired looking lady.
"He's so small and young." Stated a man with red hair.
"Looks can be deceiving." added an elderly woman.
"Hey, the lad could end up on of the strongest Angels in existence." said a man with a brown beard.
"Hardly" interjected an African sounding man.
"He could be powerful, but the effort for such may not be worth"
The arguments continued until God had silenced them. He looked at Hiro with kind, knowing eyes and said, "Hioshi Hamada, my child. You still do not know why you have been summoned here today."
"Y-yes- I mean no! No s-sir, I don't"
The man seemed to have sympathy for the position the boy was forced into, "Well then, young one. I shall tell you. We have summoned you here to join us, & help protect innocent humans from our demon brothers below. We would like you to help protect those you love, & the loved ones of others. Would you honor such task?"
"Yes, sir. I would love to." He paused a moment, in thought, "But I have one request."
God looked slightly surprised that he was willing enough to request something, not many had the guts to do so, "And what is that, my boy?"
"To see my parents, Susan and Daichi Hamada."
Hiro received a nod of approval, & was sent out the doors he came. He saw by the door with an expression of scolding, and... What was it? Respect?
"That was risky you know. Your even more of a daredevil than I thought." Hiro smiled at this.
Cyril pointed his head to the side, signaling the boy to follow him. Eventually they stopped, and Hiro went into a windowless room, almost like a doctor's office, expect it was cleaner and had no clerk window. He took a seat. After, waiting for what seemed like forever, there was knack at the door.
"Come in." Hiro called.
A light brown hair, Caucasian woman with green eyes peaked in, then went to take a seat. She was followed by a dark-haired Japanese man, with glasses. They both took a seat I front of Hiro. They sat in an awkward, yet natural, silence till the youngest Hamada broke it.
"Um, h-hi mom. Hi dad", he didn't really know much else to say.
His mother's else began to well up with tears. Hiro started to panic, wondering if he made a mistake by talking first. He was about to apologize, but before he could, both of his parents wrapped him in a bear hug.
"Im, so so sorry... my baby boy must have went through so much..." Susan whimpered through sobs.
"You must really be determined if you could ask such a thing from such high beings." Daichi mildly smiled, "Either that, or your reckless"
The hug took awhile, though it seemed all too short to them. "Now then," His mother started, "tell us everything"
(AN:Feels up ahead)
Hiro began from the first thing he could remember after he lost his parents. From school, to graduation. And from his boy fighting stage, which his dad greatly scolded him for, something Hiro always sorta wanted to experience, to the showcase and beyond.
"Okay, so let me get this straight," said once Hiro had finished, "You invented a hover-cart, a pen that produced smoke that came to life, cat hoverboots, & numerous fighting bots, that only being a few things, before you graduated. Graduated high school at 13. Became the bot fighting champion of San Franokyo. Created microbots for a college showcase. Became a superhero. Saved the city from being sucked up into a portal. Applied for SFIT. Fought some minor demons. And now your here."
Hiro looked at his feet, pushing his indexes together, "Yes?" The Hamada's remained emotionless. "Please don't be too mad." Hiro stood up, ready to leave, or take a hit, if he needed.
His parents stood too, putting his hand on his youngest son's shoulders, causing him too look up. Both parents gave a weary smile. "We aren't mad. You made mistakes. If anything you should be mad at us, we left you there so young, never really knowing what proper guidance was like, even with Tadashi's help, you only had so much help. We left you to learn what was right on your own, the one thing, overall, we should have been there for."
This took the boy back, "What?" They did nothing wrong, "You guys shouldn't apologize, your..." he swallowed down the lump in his throat, "death, wasn't your fault. Plus, all those screw ups were completely on me."
couldn't help but let a few stray tears run down her cheeks. She clobbered her son in a tight, motherly embrace, that ever since the accident, she only wished to feel again. "My baby is all grown up!" She savored the smell of the little boy she missed so much, "I wish I was there. Your so... so..."
"Mature?" Interjected Daichi.
"Yeah"
entered the embrace with his son and wife. They stayed like this until a knock came at the door. It was Cyril Haulton, coming to take Hiro to meet his assigned partner.
Hiro walked next to the elder angel, hands in a relaxed position behind his neck. Eventually, they reached circular part of the hall. Clean, full of pillars, several windows, shining marble floors, & aged roman looking walls. A masterpiece within it self. Haulton told the boy to stay leaning against the pillar till he came back, & surprisingly he did.
Not too long after appeared with an angel girl around Hiro's own age. As to what the man was thinking, Hiro didn't know. Wouldn't he set him with an older angel? One with more experience? He was new to this whole angel thing after all. Literally new by a couple hours, or at least he thought it had only been a couple hours. He wasn't really sure how time worked in Heaven.
The girl, no, his partner, looked interning, & not because Hiro was a teenage boy, but amongst human, period, she looked different apart from her wings. She had piercing Squidward (AN: Best comparison I have) shade blue eyes, sharp enough that they could kill someone with even the slightest glare & brown hair with a single silver strip in her bangs, that ended in the middle of her back. Her attire was odd too. she wore a white tank top with a loose white, see-through crop top, a white leather rip-jacket with black buttons & zipper. She also had white jeans, cut off just below her knees, & white, button-up ankle boots with black buttons.
"This" Mr. Haulton motioned to the girl, "is Kerrisa Crystalpath, your new partner."
Both of the teens walked forward and shook hands. "Nice to see you." greeted Kerrisa, "You may address me as Kerri. What's your name."
"Hiroshi Hamada, call me Hiro. I look forward to working with you."
"Alright, alright." interrupted Haulton, "You aren't partners, not yet anyway. The ritual must take place first."
"Ritual?", Hiro didn't understand.
"Yes the ritual. You must not know much about being an angel huh?" Said Kerri. Hiro shook his head, while Kerri sighed, "The ritual makes our contract official. Like how wine can help heal us, while our saliva & tears can heal other living things. How the A.M.E.P.A. fights off demons to protect mortals, but we can't let them know of our existence. Are you even aware that we can have human technology?"
Hiro shook his head.
"RITUAL!" The superior yelled to the two.
Kerri cut her right palm. "Possumus hoc non facerem irritum votum. nunc et semper in servitio Dei homines tueri, consanguineis nostris. dabimus vires nostras sanguine innocentis defenderent, & vitam & cura iuvenibus." [1]
Hiro could understand her words clear as crystal, he didn't even know how. He cut his own right hand, then he did something that really surprised himself, "Si mori in pulvere te resurget novum ad auroram. Semita defectus, nulla luxuries cetera. Requies eorum dolor non. Puritas is out praemium. Consumet malum, non expellere. Fundunt aquarum potusque." [2]
Both the 13-year olds grabbed the other's hand, then put their own hands over their hearts, smearing the shared blood, & finished the last verse, "Dolor attractio, solamen. Videre timore, excaecat tu cum gaudio. Ieiunium consummatio, servare, armenta, dulcis mandi quos nectare & viridi stirpe. Hell invade, depositum paradiso. Nos scire quam non licet humans dolorem inveni. Numquam viderint exaudi nos aut perveniat. Atque innocentissimos securi esse quam juvenis ducat. Ut cuius exsequimur senes feret. Angeli operatives sumus. Mortal. Terram. Praesidio. Agentia. Omnes homines sunt custodes, et hoc solum volo esse. Ut in sole et in saecula saeculorum bibemus vinum reddit spiritui nostro, dum nubila pendent de vigilemus. Ætérnum inservire solum potest tibi." [3]
With those final words, they were officially part of the A.M.E.P.A. & partners.
Kerri smiled, she had worked so hard to be what she now was her entire life. She never knew humanity, but always wanted to protect it, see its beauty & ugliness. she was practically beaming. She could now see Earth from up close and put her training to use, along side her brand new partner. even if he knew almost nothing about what he was, that didn't mean that he wouldn't be a good angel. Sometimes the most feeble glass goblet, was the hardest to smash. That's how she assumed he would be. Fragile on the outside, tougher than a titanium guardian on the inside. Just like herself.
Hiro was glad that it was over, but also that he knew what he really was, & that he could help people in even more ways than before. Without effort, he changed back into his human form. He was about ready to go home, but before then, he wanted to try something. Hiro focused hard enough on San Franokyo that his head felt like it could split. Eventually, he landed in the exact place in the port district he was before, with a buzz in his pocket.
It was a text. The I.D. was identified as 'K', who wasn't there before, so he knew exactly who it was.
'K: I think this is your phone, Hiro, so good luck being a new angel! :D'
Hiro chuckled. This whole partner disruption would be a hassle, but he bigger things to worry about. Like getting home. And DAMN, HIS STOMACH HURT!
[1] May we never break this vow. we are now and forever under service of God, to protect the humans, our cousins. we will give our strength, our blood, & life to defend the innocent & care for the young. We are guardian angels, the ever fighting Phoenixes.
[2] If thou die at dust, thee will rise a new at dawn. Failure is no path, & rest is no luxury. Our rest is their pain. Their purity is out reward. Consume no evil, but expel. Bleed the water they drink. Exhale the air they breathe. In body the the Earth they walk upon. We will give what we are, for them to survive, learn, & feel.
[3] Intake pain, give relief. See fear, blind thou with joy. Fast consumption, preserve herds, sweet edible nectar, & green stock. Invade Hell, guard Paradise. We will never let humans know our pain. Never let them see us, hear us, or reach us. The young and innocent are that of which we guide. The elderly of that which we will carry. We are operatives of the Angel. Mortal. Earth. Protection. Agency. guardians of all that humans are, and what we can only wish to be. May our spirits be forever in the sun we drink as wine, and the clouds we watch from. We forever serve only thee.
Well that's was the 1st chapter. I hope you like it. I really hope to find a co-writer soon. Anyway, BYE~!