Hey there ladies and gents, here I am with yet another fic lol. Now before anyone panics, this is actually going to be a pretty short story, unlike Heroes Rising which is going to be realllllly long. This one is only going to be eight chapters, and combined it's going to be shorter than the first two chapters of Heroes Rising.
What I have for you here is a 'countdown to Valentines Day' of sorts that also is going to give some sneak peaks for the future of Heroes Rising. Nothing huge and serious that shouldn't already be expected however ;). Also there will be no 'Adventures of Stan and Fred' with this, just the chapters themselves. So, sit back and enjoy your glimpse into the future here, as well as a heaping bucket of feelz ^^
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Hero 6, not even the DVD (yet). But I will soon!
Family is...there to teach you when you need help but won't admit it.
At the age of fifteen, puberty was hitting Hiro like a sledgehammer. His voice would cut between squeaks and cracks whenever he said more than a few words, and he was growing like a weed. While both of these contributed to some good (and not so good) natured teasing, neither were the source of his current greatest trouble.
"Fred, I said I'm, fine, I don't need anyone's help with this!"
Ignoring the teens protest Fred continued to hold it before him, almost like one would hold a sword to a knight. "Kid, this is an honorable right of passage, nothing to be embarrassed about."
"I said I'm fine!" Hiro's voice cracked, but for once he didn't cringe.
"Yeah, I heard you, but I also heard Wasabi, and I think he's right."
Hiro frowned.
"You do look like a seriously messed up Chia pet."
Standing with arms crossed and a glower that could melt the paint off a battleship was Hiro Hamada. A little over two inches taller now, his hair looked exactly like it had the first time they met.
At least the hair on his head.
Sporting a bit and piece mustache of sparse black hairs along with a light covering of peach fuzz, the teen was not amused by his friends echoing of Wasabi's earlier comparison.
"I do not look like a Chia pet!"
"Uh, yeah kid, you do, I mean, seriously, like a seriously messed up one. Believe me, I killed a ton of those things when I was your age so I would know."
Eyeing the cheap disposable plastic razor as one would a poisonous snake, Hiro sighed.
"Pleeeeeaaaaase, can we just drop this? Come on, it's nothing to make that big of a deal out of," Hiro pleaded.
"I told you-"
"Yeah yeah, its an 'honorable right of passage' and 'the first step to being a man'," Hiro mocked with as deep of a voice as he could manage. "I already told you, I don't care what other people think. I'll be fine."
Setting the razor on the sink, Fred carefully took hold of Hiro's shoulders. "Even if you don't care what other people think. Which I know you do. This is something you need to know how to do yourself. Normally...well, this is something your dad would help you with, or...look, I just want to help you, and this is something I can help you with."
Seeing Hiro's skeptical eyebrow, Fred gave a mock frown.
"What? You thought this awesome mainly face was baby bottom smooth naturally? You've seen my dad, I have to shave twice a day to keep my face smooth for the ladies," Fred bragged, then wagged his eyebrows adding, "and trust the Fred, he knows what the ladies like." Of course as expected Hiro turned bright red just as he expected, and once again Fred added a mental tally to his score. That was three for the day so far, not bad but still short of Honey's standing record of five.
With a whining groan Hiro muttered something along the lines of 'Why does life hate me' but Fred ignored it in favor of holding the plastic razor out to him.
"Does it have to be that kind? Its twenty twenty five, we've had electricity for a few hundred years now you know?"
Fred shook his head.
"Un uh, those things are crap. You'll forget to charge it or you'll forget to get batteries for it, and it will happen at the worst possible time possible. Believe me, I've tried both, and I know Wasabi has too, I've got the blackmail pictures to prove it. This thing is cheap, simple, and reliable."
Still frowning Hiro took the razor and turned to leave.
"Whoa whoa whoa, where do you think you're going?"
"To look up a youtube video or something, it's less embarrassing than this."
Despite his flush face, Fred didn't count it towards his score. For one he hadn't caused it, and two, he could tell when it was time to act serious.
"Come on kid, you're not even going to give me a chance? I really do want to help you out with this."
"Why do you keep saying that!?" Hiro hissed.
"What? That I want to help? Because its true, I do want to help."
"No, not that, 'kid', why do you keep calling me that? I swear you've called me kid more times today then you have in the last three months!"
"Oh that? Well, pretty obvious don't you think?"
Of course Hiro didn't have a clue what he was talking about, and his reaction said it all.
"Hiro, I'm trying to get it in while I can. Once you start shaving, I can't really call you kid anymore can I?"
Confusion switching to thoughtful, Fred could see Hiro looking just a little bit happier, but there were quite a few other emotions playing out as well.
"Of course if you don't want me to help you, you could always ask Wasabi."
As expected, it took a moment but Hiro shuddered at the mental image. Hours of preparation just to start, never mind the actual shaving.
"Oh you could ask Honey Lemon I guess...I mean,"
"No!"
"And, well there is your aunt, I mean, she probably-"
"I can't hear you, I can't hear this!" Hiro's hands were clamped down on his ears, only to be pried off by an evilly smirking Fred.
"Of course you could always ask-"
"Don't you dare say it," Hiro threatened.
It fell on deaf ears.
"GoGo would be glad to give you a hand," Fred's grin shifted from evil the wolfish.
"Yep, that's four, just one more and I've got the record tied!"
Grabbing Hiro by the shoulders as he tried to leave, Fred switched back to serious.
"Look, the reason it's important you start now, is you don't have that much to deal with. You do not want to put this off like I did. It's a lot harder to learn how to shave when you've got a foot long beard than when you've got peach fuzz and some wisps. Learn how to deal with it when it's not a big deal, or you'll have a big deal to deal with."
Hiro raised an eyebrow at that.
"Foot long beard? Seriously?"
"Seriously serious. I looked like a hobo in my senior class photo. If you want I'll let you see it," Fred offered. "But only if you let me teach you how to shave."
He could see Hiro weighing this one out.
"Scout's honor, I wont tease you, I'll be serious."
That seemed to do the trick, as Hiro gave a dejected sigh before his shoulder's slumped.
"Fine, but you only get one chance! If you tease me, I'll-"
Taking the plastic razor from Hiro's hand, Fred used it to give a mock salute, accidently shaving his right eyebrow off.
For several long moments, the only sound in the room was complete silence, silence that soon gave way to the duo clutching their sides in laughter.
And that's the first chapter wrapped. As I said this isn't going to be a very long story. It's just little glimpses into Hiro's life and the future of Heroes Rising. I hope you guys enjoyed it! I'll be updating this daily until its finished, which WOULD have been Valentines Day, but will now be the day after, unless I double up and post two chapters one day...