Word Count: 1523
Summary: This was never supposed to happen. Your Name is Hiro Hamada and you are about to be violated in one of the worst ways.
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Hero 6, nor am I affiliated with it in anyway. I am not making any profit on this what so ever.
Warnings: Triggering content. Read at your own risk. Rape (though not in great detail) of a minor, psychological damage to some extent, sibling incest but that won't happen until much later, Underage and dubious consent. If any of these things bother you, then please don't read. It's very simple.
Notes: I do not support victim blaming, because it is never their fault, no matter the circumstances, even if the victim believes it is their fault. I wanted to make that clear because there are elements of it that will be present.
I don't know how to do strike-throughs on this site, so everything that should have a line through it is in double parenthesizes. ((This is an example.))
((Why is this happening?))
You had never expected this to happen to you. But no one ever does. You were frozen in fear and panic shot through you like fire, stifling you, restricting your breath. One large hand held you tight against the pavement while the other began tearing at your clothes. His breath was hot and sticky against your neck and you whimpered softly.
Your name is Hiro Hamada and you are about to be violated in one of the worst ways.
You never wanted this to happen. You just wanted to go see the bot fights. You had sworn off bot fighting yourself; you had better things to do now that were attending the nerd school with your brother and hadn't even glanced at your Megabot in weeks. But you missed it.
You missed the excitement and adrenaline you received from managing to sneak around your brother and travel deep into the city to hustle thugs for their money. You just planned to watch a couple of fight and go home. And to avoid temptation, you left Megabot at home and only left with a little cash for in case of an emergency.
((You didn't ask for this.))
It was even the perfect night to sneak out and gallivant around the city streets. Tadashi was so swamped with his next robotics project, he was stating over time at the lab most nights, and when he was at home, he was so preoccupied with his work on his computer he had no time to pay attention to you.
He wouldn't even notice you were gone.
((Why would he? You hardly spent time with Tadashi outside of school anymore.))
When it was starting to get too late, you quietly snuck away from the bot fights and started on your way home. The night was still young and the fights were just getting started, but you had school in the morning and you wouldn't miss it for anything.
You were only ten minutes away from home when someone grabbed you from behind and dragged you behind a convenience store.
You never even noticed anyone was following you, or that anyone was even around. Your neighborhood was usually deserted this late at night and the crime rate was low in this area. This person must have followed you from the bot fights.
They backhanded you across the face and your eyes spun. You vision went black for split second and there was a disorienting ringing in your ears. By the time you came to, your attacker had you pinned to the ground. You made to scream but your attacker blocked your airways to cut it off. It didn't stop you from trying. You yelled against his calloused hand and he slammed you down against the concrete. Pain exploded on the back of your skull and you groaned.
"Shut up…" His voice was gruff and low. This man was more than twice your size and much stronger. You couldn't make out any facial features, but he was wearing a cap and was around Tadashi's build; he was all broad shoulders and lean muscle and at least 6 Ft. tall.
He relaxed his grip on your mouth, just enough to let you breathe, but not by much. You had never felt more fear and panic in your life.
It consumed you. You prayed for someone to walk by and notice what was happening. You prayed for Tadashi to pull himself away from his work long enough to notice you were gone. But you knew, deep down, that neither of those things was going to happen. No one would be out and about this late and Tadashi was stuck in the garage.
Your attacker held both of your wrists above your head in a vice-like grip and spread your legs apart with his own. You were too scared to move, to make a sound, even to breathe too loudly. Maybe…if you just laid there and let him take what he wanted, he'd leave you alone and you could go home. With that last thought, you let helplessness and fear overcome you in waves. There was nothing you could do to help yourself.
This stranger had you effectively pinned to the ground where you couldn't move without pain shooting though you. He could tell when you were going to scream for help and knew how to cut you off.
((In a fit of rage, you destroyed all the GPS trackers in your clothes when you found out about them. No one was coming to help you and you couldn't even help yourself.))
You tried not to react and to stay quiet when he forced himself inside you, but it was impossible. It hurt like nothing you've ever experienced and it burned as he moved. You cried out and he back handed you again, slamming your face against the pavement.
Your entire body ached and trembled in anguish. You bruised everywhere he touched you and you just wanted it to be over.
When your attacker was done, he climbed off of you, slammed you into the pavement one last time, and walked back the way he came.
You sloppily pulled up your pants and curled into yourself, and tried not to cry. You wouldn't cry.
You needed to get up.
You needed to get home.
But you hurt too much to move and your head was swimming. You laid there trying to pull yourself together. You don't know how long you laid there. Minutes, Hours, everything blurred together. You couldn't even focus on moving your limbs, how were you suppose to keep track of the time?
"What if he comes back?" You thought, your brown eyes growing wide with unshed tears. ((Don't cry. You couldn't cry. You just couldn't.)) Slumped yourself against the wall, getting your you realized where you were, you began your trek home. It was slow and painful, but you managed. The burning ache between your legs made the walk unpleasant and you were limping, but you didn't want to stay in the alleyway
It was almost two when you walked through the small café your aunt runs. You could hear Tadashi rummaging around in the garage and Aunt Cass's soft snores from up the stairs.
You didn't want anyone to see you like this. What would they think of you? They would think you were disgusting. They would be sickened to know you let yourself be used in such a way and want nothing to do with you.
You made it a point to go slowly up the stairs, avoiding the creaky spots. You didn't want to alert any one that you were awake and you still needed to move slowly, your limp becoming more apparent.
You shuffled to your shared room and grabbed one of Tadashi's shirts. You didn't own any pajamas that would make you comfortable for the night. All your pajamas fit you perfectly, but you didn't want that. They suddenly looked too constricting and stifling. You wanted something a bit looser.
You needed a shower. You felt dirty and revolting. You could feel the dirt from the pavement caked on your skin and. You could feel your blood and otherunsavory things crusted on your thighs. You could smell him on you. His musk and sweat coated your skin everywhere he touched you.
And you could still feel him touching you. Your wrists throbbed where he gripped you and you could feel phantom touches ghost over your skin.
After your shower, ((You still felt dirty and disgusting. The shower did nothing for you. He was still cloaked all over you.)) you decided to assess the damage.
The nape of your neck was a mess of black and purple, and you could see the puncture wounds where he bit you. Your wrists were also bruised to a dark blackish purple and dark handprints were left on your hips. Your upper arms even had some bruising from where the stranger grabbed you off the street.
Your face, thank God, was unbruised, but left a little red from the slaps. You did sport a nasty bump on the back of your head from being repeatedly knocked into the ground.
You're fingers lightly touched the bruising and you sighed. You couldn't let Baymax scan you. You had to be careful for a while, until the bruises went away at least. You didn't want to give Tadashi and Baymax an excuse to give unnecessary medical attention like they did in a daily basis.
((But this time it wouldn't be unnecessary. You needed help, even if you didn't want to admit it.))
No one could know what happened to you. You would die first.
You couldn't bear to see the look on your older brother's face if he ever realized what happened to you. You had no one to blame but yourself for this. You knew better than to be out so late. You knew the streets were dangerous. You should have listened to Tadashi and stayed away from the Bot Fights.
You had no one to blame but yourself and you knew Tadashi would agr