Before I start this chapter, which you may or may not kill me for, I got my inspiration from a T-shirt I saw on the way home. I'm not joking all my ideas for this chapter came from it. Every. Damn. BIT. I also put a little something for the mega fangirls in there too. No lemon, or smut, I don't really do that -_-
Tadashi was exhausted. It was nearly 2a.m. when he opened the door to the cafè, careful not to wake Hiro & Aunt Cass, & tip-toed up the stairs to their 'apartment' then his room. He then flung his satchel into his side of the room, not caring about the contents that spilled out, then clumsily flopped down in his swivel chair. Tadashi began to relax, but then his eyes shot wide open.
His little brother's bed was empty.
As an older brother, Tadashi's first instinct was to call the delinquent. *Ring, Ring* the 20-year old waited till he met the voicemail.
'Hey, this is Hiro. I'm busy right now, just drop a message at the beep. I'll get back to you as soon as I can after.' *beep*
"Dammit" Tadashi never swore unless he was extremely furious, or scared. He rushed to Hiro's closet to possibly find something to tell him that Hiro was secure & safe. He threw the door to the closet open. 'Good' Thought Tadashi in relief, 'He has his jacket with him, I can still track him.'
He pulled out his laptop, checking for his brother's location. Is Hiro wore his hoodie, he could be easily tracked. What he saw shocked him.
Hiro was... nowhere?
'Chip must have been smashed' thought Tadashi. He began to panic, thinking of all the scenarios his little bro could be in. Each worse than the last.
'Lost his jacket & the chip broke. Thrown in jail. Hit by a car. Beaten by thugs. Hostage somewhere. Shot in an alley. Drown at the bay. In a warehouse somewhere, body in pieces.'
Tadashi shuddered.
He was about to grab his phone to call the police when he heard the café door's bell ring. The college man soundlessly, yet at lightning speed. He rushed down the stairs, then hid behind a chair in the lounge. The one who opened the door was Hiro, who removed his armor in the garage & had a dead cell phone in his pocket. Tadashi was close to revealing himself & scolding his brother, until he saw his face.
He had a bruise here or there & crusted blood from his mouth, but that's not what stopped the elder Hamada. No, it was Hiro's expression. His face said: 'Fuck with me and I'll tear your larynx out of your pathetic, God damn throat' It was blatant on his features. He wasn't necessarily mad about his discovery of what he now was, it was how he found out. He was glad to be an angel & protect people, it was the pain, & the punishment he expected is what pissed him off. Along with those bull headed demons from earlier.
He winced slightly as he walked to the bathroom to tend to his wounds, to prevent them from getting worse. Hiro turned on the light & shut the door to the bathroom. He then opened the medicine cabinet & received the First Aid kit, with slight struggle. The youngest Hamada treated the minor injuries on his face by simply cleaning the blood.
(A/N: Fangirls, the next part here is for you guys ^/^)
Next, Hiro removed his shirt to get to the cuts on his back. He took the cotton swab & began to applied the rubbing alcohol to his shoulders, when something in the mirror caught his eyes. "What?" Hiro said out loud. He turned away from the mirror completely, stretching his neck towards it to see.
He had golden wings on his back. They were like his regular wing style, spiky, layered, & intricate. Just more chibi like. The wing weren't physically there, more like they were etched into his skin in gold ink. Like a tattoo.
A golden tattoo.
Hiro sighed, then continued tending to his wounds. 'So that's what happens when I retract my wings' Hiro concluded in his head, 'Note to self: Keep shirt on as much as possible.' Hiro gazed down at his stomach, there was a giant gash from where he was cut earlier. He just rolled his eyes, then preceded in trying to pour more rubbing alcohol out, but none came. Damn, it was empty.
The boy sighed, putting the kit back. What was he going to use now? Kerri said something earlier about angel healing, but what it was slipped the young Hamada. Pomegranate juice? No. Anchovies? No. Chicken broth? No. It was... It was... It was wine! That's it!
Hiro slipped his shirt back on, grabbed a roll of bandages, & quietly rushed down into the kitchen. Where Tadashi was again able to see him from behind the arm chair without him knowing. Hiro reached up to Aunt Cass' "special juice cabinet" and took out a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc 1867. (A/N: One of the only wines I know, since I don't drink)
The elder brother was sceptic. Just what was Hiro planning to do with that bottle, it had to be some sorta of experiment. And knowing Hiroshi Hamada, a dangerous one at that. The 14-year old lifted his shirt up just enough to see that scar in his left abdomen. Hiro's face was blab & emotionless.
Tadashi, on the other hand, was mortified at the sight. Seeing HIS baby brother with something like that sent his temper on fire. How DARE anybody hurt him?! Whoever it was, was going to pay.
Hiro winced as he began to pour the white wine on his wound, trying to contain, & failing, a hiss of pain. He began to feel the hole slowly close, so he secured it with bandages for safety. Not like he could even live with the slightest sliver of that anymore.
The angel was about to put the Sauvignon up, when he FELT how his organs were twisting. Being new to the heavenly world, Hiro's body needed extra help till he was used to the healing methods. This, he realized.
Right before he stored it was, Hiro took a big swig of it. Then he went upstairs, kicked off his shoes, changed into some simple navy pajama pants with a black Fall Out Boy T-shirt, and hopped into bed. The young boy fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Meanwhile with Tadashi, he was there shocked. His baby bro... drank? Tadashi had several questions popping up in his mind. 'How long has he been doing this? How long is he doing this? Is college pushing him too hard? How have I not have noticed earlier?' Thought Tadashi, 'I'm a horrible brother' He ran a hand over his face as he stood.
The older brother went to the shared bedroom, & changed into some pj's. Tadashi was about to go to bed, when he spotted his peacefully sleeping, yet scared little brother. A single tear ran down Hiro's face in his sleep, making more come to Dashi.
The elder Hamada then got under the covers, & lied there wide awake, counting what he had found out about his baby brother just from tonight.
1) He obviously wasn't someone to piss off
2) Wherever he was, he was getting injured horribly
3) He apparently had some brass balls to get out of what he was in alive, being able to tell thing could have been WAY worse
4) He took care of his own wounds now
5) He drank
7) And overall, Hiro was just plain troubled
Tadashi felt horrible that he didn't see it coming. He shouldn't have forced him into SFIT. Bot-Fighting was one thing, but now it was worse. The little boy Tadashi saw grow up & swore to protect was getting hurt, in trouble, & drinking.
How much did he not know about his angel of a brother? Was he even a virgin anymore? Tadashi didn't know. The worse out of it all that it was stress related. Tadashi just knew, HE caused that stress.
The only thing he didn't know, was how wrong he was.
Happy? I'm surprised people actually read this piece of crap. I KNOW my writing sucks. What you guys see in this is beyond me.
Bye,
D.C.
