Author's Note: Hi! Well, this is side story other than Looking Into the Mirror. Check it out if you have time! This is mainly a bunch of drabbles about Hiro when he's around sixteen and about to turn seventeen. For those of you who are reading my other story, this takes place before Looking Into the Mirror...but it is a separate story so none of the events in Looking into the Mirror will happen after this. I made this story because it's December, and I wanted to try and write a bunch of themed chapters surrounding a Christmas theme and Hiro missing Tadashi. Well, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Hero 6!

Chapter 1: Remembrance

The clearing was foggy, snow littered the ground and trees everywhere and the only sign of life was the continuous crunching sound against the untouched snow.

Fog appeared like a small cloud or a well steamed machine, as the figure trudging through the snow breathed. He didn't know where he was going. He just felt like...there was something there. He needed to figure out what it was. The figure tried to find someone, anyone, but to no avail, there was not a soul in sight.

He shivered as a chilling breeze rushed past his body, pulling the coat closer to his body and continued.

Where was he going? Why was he heading this way?

He didn't know, but his instinctively followed where his gut just screamed at him to go.

There was a rustle in one of the powdered bushes, and he abruptly twisted around in response.

"Hello?" He called, his voice echoing.

The bush rustled again, and something just...zoomed out of the bush and darted for the forest.

"Wait!" He shouted, immediately running after it.

He ran as fast as he could, ignoring as the cold icy wind smacked him in the face and the snow crunching under his weight. He squinted as he tried to follow the thing, but it just went to fast. It kind of looked like a...blur, like a shadow, maybe an animal? Who cares, at least there was something here. His feet led him to a small clearing with a lake in the middle, and he stopped running.

Heaving for air, his arms rested on his legs as he panted and looked at the ground. He shook his head, and took deep breathes as he looked up.

The clearing wasn't anything special, it was just something you would find in a typical...well, snow forest. The bushes and pine trees were powdered with snow, the snow itself laid there untouched and sparkling. The small lake in the middle was frozen solid, clear and slick like a piece of glass in a mirror.

"Hello?" He called again. "Is anyone there?" He asked, shivering and cupping his hands to his mouth to blow some warm air in attempt to warm them.

No answer.

He continued to walk around in frustration, and his teeth chattered from the cold. He stuffed his hands in his pocket and burrowed his head into the warmth of his jacket. Why didn't he wear a warmer jacket? Stupid stupid, he scolded himself inwardly as he moodily walked-oh wait where? That's right, nowhere.

As he scanned the clearing a flash of color caught his eye, and he walked toward it. For some odd reason, the more closer he got to the big blob, the foggier the clearing got. He shook his head, and continued to walked toward the figure and froze once he saw exactly who it was.

He...looked exactly the same. Short black hair, broad shoulders, chocolate brown eyes and that happy smile.

He lunged for the figure, his smile increasing as he got closer but his eyes widened as the fog got more dense and the mysterious person smiled and ran into oblivion.

"Tadashi!"

Hiro gasped, his eyes wide as he woke up from his dream. He looked down and sighed, rubbing his forehead in exhaustion.

It was just a dream...just a...dream.

The black haired teen looked at the window above his desk. It was winter in San Fransokyo, and the snow this year was heavy. He sighed again, groggily dragging himself out of bed to get dressed. Once he was all dressed for the weather, he made his way downstairs, through the café, snagging a donut and telling his aunt that he was going to be out.

Hiro shivered as the cold air blasted, and huddled into his jacket. It had almost been three years since Tadashi's death...it wasn't easy, but he had accepted it over time. Now, he had been going to SFIT ever since then, and was graduating with the others next year. If only his brother was here to graduate also...

Hiro shook the thought out of his head, and continued toward his destination with his bag clutched in his hand.

After walking a few more blocks he reached his destination: San Fransokyo Cemetery.

Hiro navigated through the cemetery with ease, and set his bag on the ground. He kneeled on the ground, ignoring the cold snow soaking though his pants and proceeded to wipe off the snow delicately.

Here lies Tadashi Hamada. A son, nephew, brother, friend, and hero.

He gently wiped the rest of the snow off, faintly tracing over his brother's name. When he was little, he used to come here with Tadashi every year. Although he didn't really understand it back then, now he understood why Tadashi came here frequently. His brother came very often with flowers, and usually stayed there talking to his parent's tombstones. When Tadashi was alive, Hiro thought it was illogical to be talking to a rock because well...it was a rock, what would talking to a rock do?

It was ironic, he thought. Now that Tadashi was gone, it was like he traded places with his elder brother. Ever since Tadashi died, he found himself filling Tadashi's roles. Like now he worked in Tadashi's lab, worked shifts at the café, and was friends with Tadashi's friends. At first he felt like he was replacing Tadashi...but that had been resolved after a talk with them.

Now look where he was, he smiled bitterly, now here he was, visiting Tadashi's grave like his brother did before to his parents.

Hiro set the tiny bowl on the ground and lit a match, tossing it into the bowl. He cupped his hands over the bowl, blowing softly in order to make the fire grow then set the stick inside. The incense grew, and Hiro kneeled there, watching the trail of smoke flow from the stick up to the sky.

"Hey, Tadashi."

Tadashi was never a person to be frustrated, but ever since he died he began to become very frustrated.

After the fire and the blackout, he had woken up on his bed and was very confused. So he shrugged it off as a dream, and was very happy once he saw his brother grab his bag in preparation for school. He had planned on scaring his brother by ruffling his hair but only felt shock as his hand passed through Hiro. The boy yelled that he was going to come down, looked at Tadashi's side of the room with a sigh before running downstairs.

It was like his brother was looking at nothing, Hiro didn't see Tadashi and it hurt.

After that happened he looked at himself and while he looked the same, he was a little...transparent, like a ghost.

He looked at the calendar and discovered that it had been three months since the fire, three months since he died.

Yes, he died. He figured that out the hard way when he saw the dedication memorial for him in the living room with Hiro fingering his portrait before Aunt Cass yelled at him that he was going to be late for school. So Tadashi resorted to following his brother around, watching over him. He felt like he needed to guard his little brother, and if he couldn't be there physically he might as well be there spiritually.

When Hiro got an urgent call one day and rushed to the garage Tadashi was worried so he did the only logical thing: he followed.

Turns out, Hiro and his friends have been busy and to his shock they were...superheroes. He had to chase them through downtown in order to keep up, and at first Tadashi was mad that Hiro had gone and stupidly risked his life. He wanted to call Hiro a knucklehead, and give him the worse scolding in his life. But as he walked around San Fransokyo and heard the public talk about it his anger was replaced by curiosity. Tadashi eventually accepted Hiro's decision to be a superhero, seeing the happy family that was safely out of danger and the way that Hiro took it seriously made Tadashi accept it. His brother was...well, a hero. He wanted to save and help people. So Tadashi would respect it, after all, his brother wasn't a little boy anymore. He was growing up, and Tadashi was proud.

He shook himself out of his thoughts.

Tadashi sighed, and continued to follow his little brother down the sidewalk, every now and then he would shoot looks at his brother to make sure Hiro was ok.

They ended up at the cemetery, where Tadashi watched his brother do his normal routine when Hiro usually visited his grave. Light incense, blow on it, and then start talking.

"Hey, Tadashi." He greeted. "Sorry I haven't been here since last month, I've been trying to upgrade Baymax's procedures, you know, so he could help more people."

Tadashi smiled, even though he already knew that. "I know, Hiro." He said softly, ignoring that even if he talked his little brother would be unable to hear him.

"College is as busy as ever, Mr. Davidson seems to find challenging me to spontaneous pop quizzes fun." He rolled his eyes and put his hands in his pocket. "The gang is fine, all pumped up for Christmas. Aunt Cass is crazy about decorating the café and Hikari bribed me into Christmas shopping. Honestly, I think I'm just going to end up carrying her bags."

Tadashi snorted, and shook his head. Hikari was an old childhood friend of theirs, and she moved back two years ago. Those two were like two peas in a pod, and Tadashi knew Hiro was right. Hiro folded like wet paper when Hikari asked him to do something, honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if they ended up dating. Hiro liked her, even if he didn't even know it himself.

His younger brother paused, and held a hand up to the tombstone in a caring manner. "People say that you aren't really gone...and I believe that. I wouldn't even be surprised if you were here watching me." He joked.

Tadashi smiled, and kneeled down beside his brother. "You don't know how right you are bonehead..."

Hiro then sighed, and closed his eyes. "I miss you Tadashi...and I wish you were here." He said genuinely.

Tadashi sighed, and attempted to rub Hiro's back the best he could, you know, with being a ghost and all. "I wish I was here too buddy...I wish you could hear me."

Tadashi stayed by his brothers side for the rest of the time. Hiro finally opened his eyes, packing the incense and picking up the bag. "I'll see you soon...I won't be back in about two weeks, but I'll be here." He promised.

Tadashi stood alongside his brother, ruffling Hiro's hair with a gentle smile on his face. "I'm always with you Hiro, never forget that." He whispered.

He saw Hiro stiffen, and stare at him in surprise, then shake his head with a small smile on his face. Maybe Hiro heard him that time? It happened before, but it happened rarely.

His hope was then shattered away when Hiro shivered, and turned to walk away. Hiro paused, and looked over his shoulder to stare at the grave then smiled, "I know." He whispered.

Tadashi smiled.

Author's Note: Yay, got that done. This story will be updated...maybe twice a week? I don't know, it depends on whether or not I'm busy updating my other story because my other big hero 6 fanfic is my main focus right now. I'll take any requests for Christmas themes even though I have some planned...Well, hope you liked it and please review! :)