hey guys, Epically-Me here with another BH6 story. What is that you ask? why yes, yes i am fully aware i'm going into dangerous territory writing a Oc fic. I know that these kind of stories aren't very popular, but hey, i'm a sucker for them, and figured id do what i'm familiar with. :)

So with that being said, enjoy the read!

disclaimer: blah blah, i don't own anything, blah blah.*

Chapter One:

It was its usual dry, humid night in the city of Newbai; the dust-laced streets blared with the loud hustle and bustle of the masses as they continued on with their evening in the local Bazaars. A young woman by the name of Rikku Togoyashi raced through streets, in a rush to get back to her- or her father's, rather- penthouse downtown.

Miss Togoyashi had somehow come to the conclusion that sneaking out to tag a few buildings with her "street rat friends" (a term her father was rather fond of using) was a wonderful idea. After all, her dad was attending yet another one of his award ceremonies and wouldn't be home for quite a while. At the time, it seemed like a good plan; what with being able to get some well needed publicity for her artwork while simultaneously threatening the family career, but now, as she raced against the clock, she wasn't so sure.

"Dammit," she swore under breath, eyeing her beeping wristwatch and mentally slapping herself for not paying closer attention to the time. It read 11:45, and maybe -if she was lucky- she would make it home before anyone even figured out she was gone. Then again, she had never really been known for her luck

Rikku took a sharp turn, accidentally knocking a few older men over as she did so. " 'Scuse me, sorry, out of the way, please!" she called, not even bothering to glance over her shoulder as she continued to run, blatantly ignoring the swearing and middle fingers that were thrown her direction. Veering around yet another corner, the girl effectively squeezed herself through a narrow alleyway and dashed down the familiar streets of her neighborhood. She was close. Only a few blocks left and she was home free.

She then took another look at her watch and let out a sigh of relief. It now read 12:00. She was right on time. Taking a deep breath, Rikku jumped and hoisted herself up the rusty fire escape that was positioned directly beneath her bedroom window. Sliding the glass pane open, she landed soundlessly inside.

The room was dark, quiet and still, and Rikku listened softly for any signs that someone else was in the house. After a few moments of silence and a quick victorious fist pump, she decided it was safe and switched on the small lamp that sat on the nightstand next to her bed. Once she did, however, her eyes practically leaped out of her skull, and her heart out of her chest.

"Holy shi-!" she yelped, slapping a hand over her chest in panic before glaring at her father, who was sitting irritably in a lounge chair on the other side of her overly large room, his legs crossed and his fingers tapping impatiently on the arm rest. "Good God, dad, really?!" she practically screeched, eyes widened in disbelief, "Waiting in my room in the dark like some kind of creep! Are we really doing that now?"

Her father remained silent for a few moments, simply glowering at her with those deep grey eyes, no doubt observing her ridiculous dirt and paint stained attire. Small beads of sweat began to appear on Rikku's forehead, and she wasn't quite sure if it was from nervousness or her rather vigorous running spree. She really needed to exercise more…

"What, exactly," he began, breaking the silence, "Were you doing out tonight Rikku?" his voice was frighteningly stoic.

Rikku let out a sigh of relief as her heart finally began to slow. "Oh, you know, " she began, shoving her hands in her pockets and giving a shrug as she tried to avoid her father's harsh gaze, "Nothing much, just thought I'd… get some fresh air, work on some art projects with friends…"

Her father gave a cynical laugh before standing and taking a few slow strides toward his daughter.

"Ah yes, your "art projects", hmm?" he sneered, earning a glare from the girl in front of him. "This wouldn't happen to include you and your little street hooligans running around tagging the homes of my workers, would it?" he then grabbed a paper from his back pocket, practically shoving it into the girl's hand.

Rikku raised an eyebrow as she stared down at the local newspaper, reading the large, bold letters at the top: "Daughter of millionaire developer Kaden Togoyashi, owner of Togo industries, is caught tagging local buildings." She bit the inside of her cheek as she eyed the picture below it, which was, without a doubt, her, in all her gritty, paint smeared glory. God, her hair was a mess…

"It may or may not..." She spoke sardonically.

Her father's -Kaden's- eyebrows furrowed, and a deep growl erupted from his throat. "Dammit Rikku! Do you have any idea what this kind of stuff can do to my career?" he yelled, snatching the paper away from her. The press has been up my ass all week about this!"

The teen rolled her eyes, cursing too low for anyone to hear. Her dad was a well-known architect and world class inventor, often seen by the public as a man who was going to change the world, but Rikku knew if people only dug deeper and saw past the flashing lights of the press,they would realize that things aren't always as they seem. A prime example of this was the demolishing of small businesses and whatnot to make way for Togo commercial buildings, which, in turn, left hundreds bankrupt and even homeless. She also happened to know that her father rarely did anything to help these people, merely paying them what he felt was necessary to keep their mouths shut (which was never very much).

Now, Rikku was fully aware that tagging and painting buildings didn't exactly do much, but if it could at least get a few people to turn against him, then it was worth it in the end. Besides, it wasn't harming anyone aside from her father, that is); if anything, she thought her work added some much needed flair to the rather tasteless town.

With a scowl on his face, Kaden shook out the paper and repositioned it so he could get a better look at the fine print. "How can we trust a man to run the most successful company in Newbai when he can't even control his own daughter?" Rikku could practically see her father's blood pressure rising by the second, and she took a quick stride back, questioning whether or not she should call a bomb squad…

"Listen, dad, I just-"

"No, you listen," he hissed, "I spend $25,000 a semester for your classes at one of the best technical schools in the nation, and this is what you do to repay me? Running around, adding this garbage to the streets?!"

Rikku grit her teeth, her eyes narrowing into slits. "Okay, first of all," she said bitterly, holding up a finger, "I didn't ask to be enrolled in some crappy, prissy, private science school. Matter of fact, on orientation day, you LITERALLY had to drag me to the car. If you'd care to remember, I wanted to go to an art school!"

Her father scrunched the bridge of his nose and let out an irritable sigh.

"Second of all," his daughter continued, holding up yet another finger, "It's not garbage, it's street art. And when done tastefully can add real beauty to the-"

"Ugh, enough already Rikku! When are you going to give up this pointless dream of becoming an artist! You are 16 years old now, you could be doing something amazing with your life, you could train to be a chemist, o-or... something! Anything that can contribute things to the world that matter instead of useless artwork!"

"Art CAN contribute something," she argued, "Paintings, sculptures, photographs, street art. They're all forms of art that are capable of changing the way people look at things! They can change a person's perspective on the world!"

Kaden turned his back to his daughter, apparently too enraged to even look at her. This just managed to fuel Rikku's own irritation.

"It's not like everyone can be some sort of science prodigy like the Hamada brothers were," she mumbled, not expecting to be heard. But as her father suddenly whirled around to face her, she instantly regretted her words.

The Hamada children were pretty much her only friends while growing up in her hometown of San Fran sokyo, her father knowing their parents for quite some time, and Rikku herself knowing them since she was four. She would often hang out with them during the days while her father was at work. Honestly, she didn't even understand why she felt the need to mention them at that moment, it had, after all, been a good five years or so since she's even talked to them (let alone seen the two), but she couldn't help but think they were the primary reason her father was so hard on her about this science nonsense.

When they were younger, it was quite clear that both the Hamada brothers-Hiro and Tadashi, as she remembered- were growing at an unusually fast academic level, the youngest already getting ready for middle school at age seven. And being the incredibly competitive person that he was, seeing the Hamada's success often drove her father to push her to do the same; sending her to advance tech schools in order to fill her brain with as much knowledge as possible so she could be prepared for the family business in the future. This, however, didn't seem to please Rikku in the slightest; even in her youth, she already knew that the whole 'science and tech' thing was not was she wanted to do with her life. So, bored out of her mind, she would often skip classes to go visit Hiro at his school, or just goof off at the mall. By the time she was eleven, her father was fed up with her shenanigans and forced her to say goodbye to her only friends. They moved to Newbai, which he hoped would provide a better learning experience as well as bigger opportunities for his company... Primarily the second reason, though.

"I try, Rikku," her father said suddenly, his voice low and dark as he faces his daughter directly," I try to be patient, try to see if you will take the initiative yourself, but if you're not going to take your future seriously on your own, I'm afraid I have no choice but to take matters into my own hands."

Rikku's eyes furrowed with confusion and concern as the man before her stalked toward the fireplace that was catty corner of the wall and switched on the gas burner, its flames engulfing the makeshift wooden logs.

"Dad, what are you-" she started, but her unfinished question was surely answered as Kaden suddenly began tearing about the many paintings, sculptures and projects she's been spending months on and tossing them into the fire.

"DAD!" she bellowed, fury washing over her as she watched her belongings slowly crumble into ashes. "Stop, what the hell are you doing?!"

He didn't say a word, didn't look at up, and didn't even flinch as his daughter futilely clawed and punched into his back in an attempt to stop him, but merely continued to destroy all the things she held dear.

Rikku fell back with an 'umph' as her father unconsciously threw her off him, and continued to watch helplessly as he snatched her beloved paints, books, and art brushes off her dresser and into the fire, the flames crackling with an eternal hunger that begged be satisfied. Each item he threw was like a piece of her, and her heart wrenched with a mixture of anger and sadness she hadn't felt for a long time. But it wasn't until she saw him grab a nearby photograph, the only real keepsake she had of her friends back home, that all that anger was replaced with pure fear and regret.

"W-wait, dad, please! Come one! That's the only thing I have left of them!" she yelled, frustrated tears threatening to fall down her paint stained cheeks. It was a simple photo, but the only one she had left of her beloved friends.

Her father paused for a moment, breathing heavily as he took a long look at the frame in his hand. He was quiet for a while, and Rikku had hoped he came over his anger enough to reconsider the situation, but as he took a moment to glare up at her, the look in his eyes made it clear. "You've had your chances," he said bitterly, "consider this your final warning."

And with that, he tossed the photo into the inferno, watching stoically as the glass frame shattered and the fragile paper slowly burned, crackling relentlessly until it was nothing but a pile of lightly glowing embers.

Rikku slumped on to the carpet floor, her breath shallow and her mind whirling with a mixture of anger and disbelief. It was dead silent after that, the only noise coming from the crackle of flames and impatient honks from cars outside.

"I'm…I'm sorry Rikku," her father said through short breaths, no true remorse in his words. "But I don't know any other way to get through to you. It's time for you to give up this pointless hobby and focus on a real career."

There was another long silence, and the man huffed noisily before finally taking his leave, shutting the large wooden doors roughly behind him, causing the walls to rattle softly.

Rikku sat there, eyes fixated on the ground, and emotions through the roof. She sniffled, and wiped the tears forming in her eyes before they could fall. She refused to waste any tears on that man. She had hit the limit.

She was done.

Fueled by anger, Rikku shredded her clothes, cleaned herself up and grabbed the small trash can that rested by her dresser. She grabbed the waste bag and dumped it's contents on the floor before shoving as many essentials belongings as she could in their place. Heaving a sigh, she took one last look at her now trashed bedroom and locked her door from the inside before crawling out her window and into the night, toward the only place in the world she truly considered home, and to the only people she truly thought of as family.

"Well, Sanfransokyo," she thought inwardly, the wind rushing through her hair as she ran down the still busy streets. "Hope you're ready for me. Because here I come."

so I know this chapter is kind of OC central, but i swearz chapter 2 will be pretty much all about Hiro

Also to answer any questions you might have, "Newbai" is merely a mash up city of New York city and Dubai india. I haven't seen that one floating around any other stories so i thought id claim it for myself.

lastly, i know Rikku's father seems like an asshole (which he is) but id like to point out that he is NOT in any way physically,sexually, or any other kind of abusive(so u can knock many points of my mary-sue meter thank u very much!)... he's merely an old school man with high expectations on education,a rather harsh ways of discipline, and a love for all things that involve money. So if someone or somethings ends up getting in the way to make that money, whether it be for the present or future, he takes it rather personal...

Savvy? ;)

lol okay Pretty please be sure to leave a review! tell me what you like, what you hate, any and all feedback is greatly appreciated! :) oh, and to give you a little push...

"Oh Baymax! mind coming here for a second?"

Baymax: yes, how many i be of service?

Me: "would you be so kind as to help get me some reviews?"

Baymax: *tilts head to the side* would getting these 'reviews' help your emotional state?

Me: yes, indeed they would.

Baymax: *looks into screen and waves* hello people of the world. please leave a review below, for this author is quite desperate and apparently need praise from others to feed her ego due to low confidence as a writer.

Me: *cough* *cough*...well...i wouldn't exactly put it THAT way...but ah, thanks baymax ...*sighs and goes to sulk in corner*

Baymax: Are u satisfied with your care?

Me:...