Hello :)
I'm new to the Big Hero 6 fandom (kind of taking a break from Frozen/ROTG :/ ) very guilty to say that I have a couple other stories that seriously need to be updated but I'm not feeling like it right now. Soooo I've decided to try something new!
I'm really excited to say that this is one of my first fanfictions in this fandom- a sort of cross between Coraline, Big Hero 6, and a few Disney movies. Not very original, I know, but I am so excited to see where this goes! I hope you like it!
Every chapter, I will try to make short and a consistent length (which might not work out), there is no pairing whatsoever other than very very very very small mentions of Anna and Kristoff (they are rather minor in the plot), and characters will not be very developed or be possibly OOC considering my time limit (trying to get this done over the break), and basically, I've thrown this crap together in the span of two hours-but hopefully I'll be able to update often!
warnings: possible OOC-ness, boring introductory
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The second the three step into the Pink Palace, they get to work, and the Hamadas were very diligent workers. When the two young nephews of Cassandra Hamada are equipped with several disinfectant wipes, a broom, and a feather duster, they are sent off to clean separate rooms while she takes care of the kitchen. Tadashi, a boy with bright brown eyes and a tall, lean stature, intent on not speaking to the younger of the two, with even brighter brown eyes but noodle arms and legs, occupies the grande dining room across the hall from the little blue family room the small boy took.
The grande dining hall is not so grande in person, compared to the photos Aunt Cass had shown him in his hospital bed. It had probably been taken a long time ago. There seems to be a fine layer of grime coating every surface. The chandelier is missing its shine, the wall paper is peeling, and the floor boards are dull. The entire house, in fact, is dull. Tadashi tries not to mind other details than the dirt. They mostly aren't there for luxury in the first place. They are there to "get away" for a while. To "rest", "refesh", "recover" from the huge fire back at SFIT- the giant catastrophe. It's ridiculous, really, Tadashi could be getting work done. But, Aunt Cass had insisted, and Tadashi isn't one to whine. Hiro is.
Hiro, his bonehead little brother with black bushy hair, a little tooth gap, a feminine face, and a skinny, not even really considered lanky, body. He could flash Tadashi that look- the one where he peers up at his nii-san through thick lashes and pouts his girlish peach lips- and all could be well again. Not this time.
Why he's really mad at his little brother, he isn't so sure. Maybe it's misplaced anger. Maybe if Hiro had let go of his arm at the showcase fire, he could have saved Callaghan. Maybe things could have been different.
Maybe Tadashi would have died.
Either way Tadashi angry, he wants to be angry at something, and he, unfortunately for Hiro, has plenty of time and space for immaturity for the next few weeks- days- Cass had never specified how long they would be there. He only knows that the house came with a small laundry room and an endless supply of shampoos and body soaps and other nessessities.
Tadashi gets one heaping pile of dust and dirt together in the corner of the room, about to swipe it into the waiting pan when Hiro calls, "Hey 'Dashi! Aunt Cass! You should come see this!"
Tadashi has half a mind to ignore them, but his curiosity gets the better of him and then he's in the little blue family room, silently standing just a good few footsteps away from the other two, who goggle at what looks to be
"A door." Hiro hums.
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There you are ;)
So here is the first chapter! I hope it wasn't too painful! :)
Please, please go easy with criticism- I'm mostly doing this for the fun of it, and not comepletely for the result. There will most defintitely be screw- ups, typos and spelling errors throughout the story because I am a crap writer who only really wants to get her crap ideas down, who is also currently writing this at 1:45 in the morning.
Thank you so much for reading!
-Jo