A/N: Those of you that are reading I will not be Broken will recognize most of this chapter. The surprise chapter I wrote for Halloween really inspired me and I figured some of you might enjoy finding out what really happened on the night Hiro decided to go out to Trick or Treat. This is going to be a very short story detailing only that one night. I will update it whenever I have time between my obligations to the main story which will continue to take priority.

Lucky Cat Café - Part 1

Hiro sighed, pulling a black long sleeve shirt on before turning to glare at the seemingly innocuous objects on his bed. Hiro was currently dressed in black sneakers, black slacks and a long sleeve black shirt. Lying on his bed was a behind the ear, earpiece, a pair of cat ears and a black fluffy cat's tail. The offending apparel would soon form part of his Halloween outfit. Why had he agreed to this again?

"Yo, Little Dude!" Fred's voice drifted up the stairs coming ever closer. "Are you ready yet? We're all just about ready to go."

Oh yeah, that's why he'd agreed to this. Fred had announced a month ago that they would all go Trick or Treating as a team. Something along the lines of it being a good bonding experience mixed in with a bit of fun. He'd completely ignored Hiro's attempts to protest, threatening to drag him along whether he liked it or not. Fearing Fred's more than ample creativity when it came to the strange things Fred applied his mind to, Hiro had given in on the condition that he picked out his own outfit.

Looking at the items on his bed, Hiro was beginning to have second thoughts. He'd picked it, thinking it might be fun to program an outfit that actually worked in conjunction with his neurotransmitter technology. He clearly hadn't thought the idea through. He should have picked something scary, not cute!

"Don't tell me you're going in that!" Fred exclaimed walking into Hiro's room. Fred, rather predictably, was wearing his SFIT mascot outfit. "I hate to break it to you but black slacks and shirt do not a Halloween costume make!"

Hiro glared in response, crossing his arms defensively across his chest. "I'll just tell everyone I'm dressed as a Goth." Hiro retorted moving to walk past Fred, intending to head straight out the door.

Fred grabbed him before he could get very far. "I hate to break it to you, little man but Goth is a contemporary sub-culture, not a Halloween costume."

"And dressing up as a fireman or a nurse qualifies as a Halloween costume?" Hiro retorted, sending a pointed look Fred's way.

"You got me there." Fred relented changing tactics. "If you want to go dressed as a Goth you need to do it properly though. We're going to need eyeliner to outline your eyes, a bunch of piercings and a pile of gel to tame that mess you call hair. Give me a minute I'll call Gogo. I'm sure she'll be able to help us out." Fred made to reach for his cell phone, tucked somewhere in the depths of his suit.

Hiro's eyes went wide and he threw himself at Fred in a bid to stop him. "No, no need. I've changed my mind. I'm not going to go as a Goth. I'm a cat! I'm going as a black cat." Hiro indicated the apparel on his bed. "Just leave the hair, ok? No gel. We have a deal?"

"Deal" Fred agreed, packing his phone with a smirk looking far too satisfied for his own good. "No gel." He knew threatening Hiro's hair would get a reaction.

Hiro walked over towards the bed and picked up the earpiece, sliding it into place behind his left ear before picking up the cat tail. Sitting down on the bed he positioned the tail behind him, sliding it into a socket that he'd specifically sewn onto the pants for this very purposes. His right finger caught between the tail and the socket causing a hiss of pain to escape his lips just as the tail clipped into place. Flinching he pulled his hand away and shook it a few times, ridding himself of the fleeting pain before glaring up at Fred once more. "Are you happy now?" He demanded, the tail of his costume synchronising with the neurotransmitter already attached to his ear. It swished from side to side indicating annoyance. Well at least the device worked.

"Not yet, little dude." Fred declared snatching up the ears Hiro had left on the bed. Reaching forward he placed the headband onto Hiro's head. The two fluffy black cat ears attached to it activated, turning on to emit an orange glow. "Now I'm happy." Fred declared stepping back the all knowing smirk still plastered to his face. It was quickly becoming annoying.

Hiro narrowed his eyes in an attempt to increase the intensity of the glare. Unbeknownst to him it only served to make him look more like an independent, disgruntled, hissy cat. The ears on his head moved, twitching in agitation. "Just so you know, I'm not happy about this." Hiro grumbled in a last ditch effort to get out of this situation altogether. "Dressing up for Halloween is a waste of time. Going out to collect candy is an even bigger waste of time. No one ever remembers to stock Gummy Bears." The glare turned into a disgruntled pout. The tail and cat ears drooped.

"If you don't like dressing up, why did you go to all effort of making robotic cat ears and tail and that respond to your mood?" Fred questioned crossing his arms almost daring Hiro to explain that one away. He wasn't stupid. All kids liked going out to Trick or Treat and Hiro was still essentially a kid no matter what he liked to think.

"Because you threatened to shove me into a costume whether I liked it or not." Hiro growled in annoyance. The cat ears moved all the way down, slipping out of sight between the messy strands of Hiro's fluffy hair. "I'd hate to see what ridiculous costume you'd pick." Hiro shuddered. "If I'm going to do something I'm going to do it properly and on my terms."

"Ok, I get it, little dude. Not need to throw a hissy fit." Fred grinned in mischief as he emphasized the cat term completely ignoring both the icy glare in Hiro's eyes and the now bristling tail. "I'm glad you decided to join us. Going out to Trick or Treat is not fun if we aren't all there."

He was going to kill him. Hiro was seriously going to kill Fred. That comment was a low blow. He wasn't throwing a hissy fit. He was merely protesting a ridiculous idea. "Aren't we too old to Trick or Treat?" Hiro enquired hoping he could somehow reason with Fred. The cat ears flicked straight up.

He should have known better.

"You're never too old to Trick or Treat!" Fred declared. "Besides, you're still technically a kid." The mascot bounced up and down in excitement, a borderline maniacal gleam in his eyes. He leant forward and grabbed hold of Hiro's arm. Using it as leverage, Fred pulled the disgruntled teenager up and began to drag him towards the door. "Now come see what you've been missing all these years."

The action was both sudden and unexpected, which explained how Hiro was caught off guard. Reacting before he could think better of it, Hiro followed after Fred, surprise and discomfort written all over his features. Half way across the room he tripped and would have fallen flat onto his face if Fred hadn't continued to tug him along forcing Hiro to recover from the stumble simply to keep up.

Glancing up, Hiro spotted two familiar black eyes connected to one another by a solid line. When had the Baymax managed to activate? Last he checked Baymax had been secure in his casing, charging after a particularly arduous mission. Wait a minute, Baymax was programmed to film all of his interactions which meant he was probably catching this entire embarrassing moment on camera! "You'd better not be recording this, Baymax." Hiro called out, mortified at the thought. Fred dragged Hiro out of the room before Baymax had a chance to respond.

What had Hiro gotten himself into?