To 'Hiro Hamada' who reviewed on the first chapter, Hun, just WHAT kinda stories are you looking up? I'm getting into a religion debate with someone who commented behind an anonymous/guest name. But I /AM/ a Christian and am not condoning selling anyone's soul, making any sort of deal with a satanic entity.

That's just crazy. Look up different things if that's all you're finding.

Anyways….

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One Hell of a Brother

His Brother, Clueless

Dark blood-red curtains were closed tightly, sealing off any beam of light from getting in; the morning air was quiet, stead y and calm in the room, the only sounds were the deep, heavy breathing from the sleeping thirteen year old on his bed.

In one fluid movement, the curtains were flung open, sunlight dancing into the room with a chorus of "Wake up, Hiro! It's time to get up!"

The boy gave a muffled grunt and proceeded to pull one of his many pillows over his head, in a vain attempt to drown out any of his older brother's cheerfulness. "No." He grumped, pulling the fabric tighter around his ears.

The blankets were suddenly gone, making the boy shiver slightly at the instant change of temperature; and the pillow was ripped away from his small hands.

"Get up, get up. We've got things to do today." A young adult male voice reached Hiro's ears easily.

Hiro Hamada, the head of the house, the thirteen-year-old CEO of The Lucky Cat Confections, gave a huff as he tiredly sat up in bed and looked at the smiling face of his older brother, Tadashi. "You're too much of a morning person." The younger mumbled as he rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up. He yawned and gave his arms a stretch after a few seconds.

Tadashi watched him from where he stood, at the foot of Hiro's bed, a small smirk on his face. "What's there not to love about the morning? A new day appears, new things to do, people to see, things to try." He went on and on about the joys of being up in the morning, and was just about to break into the perks of seeing the sunrise when the slam of a door stopped him.

At some point in his little monologue, Hiro woke up completely, got dressed and left the room.

The older male chuckled, "I should sat that every morning." He thought aloud and started making his way out of the room.

He took the long way through the house to reach the dining room, expecting to see Hiro there getting something to eat, but the mess of black hair was no where to be found. "Hiro?" He poked his head into the hallway to see if he had just beaten the kid there, but the little figure wasn't there either. He hummed in thought and made his way into the kitchens, where most of the small staff was in the morning.

"Good morning, Tadashi." Honey Lemon, the house maid greeted with a smile, she stood from her seat and gave a mock salute before sitting back down and taking a sip of her coffee.

"Good morning." He greeted back with a smile. "Has Hiro been in here yet?"

Cass, who everyone affectionately called Aunt Cass, was the cook of the house. She stood over the stove, stirring multiple pans and shook her head. "Nope. That boy needs to eat though, he's too thin!" She wiped her hands on a towel in her back pocket. "Does he want anything particular?"

He shrugged. "I don't think so, he didn't mention anything. I'm sure whatever you whip up, he'll love."

The middle-aged woman gave a soft nod. "Alrighty then. I'll have Wasabi bring it to his office?" She questioned the destination with a slight raise of her voice and an thin eyebrow. "When it's done." She finished when she got the conformational head nod from the thirteen year old's older brother.

"That would be great, Thanks Aunt Cass." He gave her a smile before walking out of the kitchen.

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"So, that would make it faster, if it were placed here." Hiro mumbled to himself as he sat alone in his office working on a little robot he had been putting together for the better part of the week. He ignored all the paper work he had littered across his desk, important papers and forms he had to read and fill out in a timely manner.

He rolled the screwdriver in his hand around as he thoughtfully looked at the inner parts of the little machine "Of course, I could just remove it all together." He tapped the flat head against his chin.

The sound of someone knocking on his door broke him form his thoughts.

"Come in." He sighed and sat the little robot down.

Wasabi, the butler, wheeled in a little cart. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but both your brother and Cass want you to eat." He pushed the breakfast cart over to Hiro's desk. "She made you her lemon blueberry pancakes, and there are extra blueberries," He uncovered the platter and pointed to a bowl that had a little decorative ceramic lid on top, "in this bowl." He started to serve the breakfast to the young head of the house, but the teen stopped him.

"I can do it myself." Hiro told him as he fiddled with his robot. "I'll let you know when I'm done with the tray."

"Are you sure?" Wasabi asked. Serving the inhabitants of this house was part of his job, and being told that at the particular moment he didn't have to do that, made him feel guilty, lie he wasn't doing his job – even though the head of the house himself told Wasabi it was fine.

Hiro nodded and finally looked up. "I'm sure. I'm not sure of when I'll actually eat, I don't want to waste your time." He told the butler.

Wasabi gave a tiny nod. "Let me know if you need anything, sir."

"I will." Hiro replied and looked back to his little invention. "Thank you."

After he left, Hiro got back to work, completely removing the wires on the inside, confident that machine didn't need them.

"You know, you really should eat." Tadashi's voice over his shoulder startled the boy, making him drop both the robot and d the screwdriver.

"You scared me!" Hiro hissed quietly, shooting the demon behind him a glare.

The human-akin entity laughed.

"Wasn't that funny." The younger mumbled to himself as he picked up everything his dropped.

Tadashi sobered up. "But really, you should eat."

Hiro's brown eye rolled. "Why?" He gave a glance at the taller being beside him before looking back to his work. "I've got things t o do." He pulled apart another piece of the robot and began gently pulling a few of the wires out of that as well.

"Well," Tadashi pulled out the phone Hiro had given him, to make him seem more like the average 21 year old. "You have a meeting in about two hours. And we both know how long it takes for you to get ready for one of those."

"What? A meeting with who?" Hiro turned around to completely face Tadashi.

The shorter haired male scrolled through the reminder on the screen. "It just says the head of your branch in Tokyo." He pressed the alert button to close the reminder.

Hiro's uncovered eye peeked over at the clock on the wall. He sighed and began putting his robot pieces away. "Guess I'll work on this later." He mumbled to himself. He could have sworn today was his free day. He reached over and pulled the breakfast tray onto the desk. "Want some?"

Tadashi made a face. "Unnecessary question."

Hiro gave a tiny shrug and moved around to reach the rest of the spread on the cart better.

"What are you working on anyway?" Tadashi asked glancing at a few of the papers Hiro had left out about the project.

"Eh, it's just a little trinket." He spread some butter on the pancakes. "I've been working on it since the beginning of the week." He drizzled some of Cass's lemon glaze on top.

"What's it gonna do?"

Hiro shrugged. "Not exactly sure."

Tadashi hummed, as he looked closer at the papers.

"Are you sure we can't reschedule?" The younger asked with a mouthful of pancake.

A baseball-capped head shook a no.

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The three of them – Tadashi, Hiro, and the Tokyo branch head, Yoshi, sat at a table in the garden, discussing any problems that have risen at the company location, and comments or concerns brought to light, and a helluva lot of numbers.

"And we're down eighty percent." Yoshi told the brothers.

Hiro hummed in thought, he hated dealing with problems. Especially if this was an on going problem at a location, not company wide; it was to be the head of that branch's issue to resolve since they clearly weren't doing something right, and they were to come to Hiro as a last resort.

Yoshi looked between the two Hamadas sitting in front of him, his glance lingering at Tadashi more than Hiro, expecting Tadashi to say something.

Tadashi shook his head. "Hiro makes all the decisions." He vaguely explained.

Yoshi raised an eyebrow, but didn't question, wasn't his business. He looked to Hiro then.

The thirteen year old took a sip of water before replying. "Threaten to fire a few of your workers. Give it a few days, and if the fear of being fired doesn't help, actually fire some people. Not many, maybe two or three, just enough to get the point across."

Yoshi sat there for a beat. "That's kind of ruthless, don't you think?"

Hiro sat his glass down in a quick movement. "Of course it is." He said off-handedly. "This company," He leaned forward and put his hands together, "this company is a big company, it's a powerful company. You can't make a big and powerful company by employing slackers and people who don't take their works seriously. You can't get anywhere in the world of business without at least a faux-iron fist." Hiro stated. "My father was one of the nicest men you'd ever have the fortune to meet, he didn't like firing people. But after two years of working with friends, he fired them all and rehired people who took his business and company ideals seriously." He raised an eyebrow. "Can you do that, Yoshi?"

The man before him gave a tiny nod. "Yes, sir."

Hiro sat back in his seat. "Good."

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Hiro was walking around the front gardens when the head of his branch in Tokyo was leaving. The thirteen year old, being the pre-teen his biologically was, couldn't help but eavesdrop on the phone conversation he was having.

"Yeah, they have botfights in San Fransokyo every night." Yoshi spoke quietly, but not suspiciously so. "The amount depends – how you are at weaseling your way in there without an invite, how good your bot is, who you're up against. So on and so on." He went quiet for a moment, listening to the person on the other end of the line. "No, I'm not brave enough to go into a botfight, are you crazy? They're illegal, first of all, and second, I like living." He joked with a seriousness in his voice. "I'll call you tonight."

Hiro heard the click of his employees phone, and after making an internal comment about it being a flip phone, he walked around a corner. "What's a botfight?" He asked, genuinely curious.

Yoshi froze when his employer appeared. "Oh, uh, it's illegal."

The teen nodded. "I got that when you told whoever that."

The older male relaxed a degree. "Well, it's a fight, obviously, but with little robots. You have to completely immobilized the opponent's bot."

Hiro gave a little nod. "That's interesting." He started walking towards the front gate, seeing his employee out. "Have there always been bot fights here?"

The Tokyo branch head shrugged. "I'm not really sure about that, I just heard about them a few years ago. There's fights like those in Tokyo all the time though." He fell instep with the teen. "They're also illegal there as well. But at least in Tokyo, they have these sponsored fights to win titles and other little things like that." He shrugged. "I'm not sure about here though."

Gears turned in Hiro's head. "How do I find out more about them?"

Yoshi gave a short glance down to Hiro as they stopped in front of the gate. "There's a website, I don't know it, that has all sort of information on it. They move the flights every time, so they don't get caught I presume, and a whole bunch of requirements you'd have to meet to actually participate. You'll have to look around and find it." He told Hiro. "It was a nice meeting, sir, thanks for the advice." He gave a deep bow to show his respect, which Hiro returned.

The teen turned back towards the house with a devious little smile on his face, a plan formulating in his mind, and a little robot his just found a purpose for to make.

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Hiro found the website Yoshi had been talking about. While the process to find it would have been time consuming and slightly challenging for the average person, for Hiro, it only took him a matter of minutes; he had resources and methods most people didn't.

He read the requirements, what his bot couldn't do, how short it had to be and all those fun things. Then he got to work finishing up the little robot he had been working on.

He was going to go to that botfight that was scheduled the next day; he just had to find a way to sneak out from underneath his demon's nose.

"Oh, good evening, sir." Wasabi said as the teen passed the butler in the hallway.

"Good evening, Wasabi." Hiro greeted back, trying to his robot behind him.

The bigger man raised an eyebrow at the head of the house's sudden suspicious behavior, but didn't make a comment about it. Instead he chose to straighten up the few pictures along the wall he had noticed needing to be straightened. The second his back was turned, the teen practically tripped over himself to get away.

He managed to get back to his room without running into anymore of the house staff, or his demon of a brother. "Now, to sneak out." He muttered to himself as he grabbed one of his jackets and stuffed his little robot, that he named Megabot, and the little controller into his pockets. He glanced over at the clock as he changed his eye patch from his formal black one to a medical one he wore in public; a glimpse of his seal would be seen if he didn't wear one.

He would be in the library right now. He thought to himself. He ran over to his door, peeked out it, before shutting it again – just making sure nobody was there. Then he made his way to his window, and the conveniently placed trellis.

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"Did Hiro already go to bed?" Tadashi asked when he couldn't find the boy.

"I'm not sure, hun." Cass shrugged as she went about cleaning up the mess she made in the kitchen, Wasabi helping her out.

"I did see him a little while ago." Wasabi gave a glance over his shoulder. "He seemed kinda skittish, if you ask me." He told him. "Look liked he was hiding something." He was never one for lying, especially to someone who could take a way his job.

Tadashi cocked his head in the direction of Hiro's room.

He couldn't feel the boy's presence in the house anymore. And he wasn't exactly sure when it disappeared.