It All Comes Back" is a song from Fun Home Broadway Musical performed by Sydney Lucas (Small Alison), Michael Cerveris (Bruce), Beth Malone (Alison) & Company. Italics are Hiro writing in his new journal. Please listen as you read along. Please give me reviews; it lets me know what I need to improve. By the way it is safe to say this whole thing will be a feels fest. Later Taters. I don't own fun home or big hero six, they are owned by other people. Btw how could I adapt the song come to the fun home into this fic?

Hiro opened the photo journal, wiping away the dust off of the pages, yellow with age. The first phot entry was of a picture of a time that was ancient to hiro, who was about 5 when the first photo was taken. However he remembered that day, for it was a very special day that photo was taken. The photo was of Hiro and Tadashi looking through a box, crushed by overwhelming age and use. Hiro was playing with the contents of the box, with lace and small machine parts, waving at the camera. However, there was his brother staring intently on what he was holding. A cloth…

"Vinyl!" Hiro found himself exclaiming, with no one there to hear him. His aunt was still managing the café at the moment. He previously met with her that day to plan out the day, but he came early and decided it was time to come back up here one last time as he waited for the café to close at 6pm.

"Vinyl…" Hiro sighed as he fondly recounted that day all of those years ago. All of those games he played. All of those dreams he had. All of that conversation he barely valued in his childhood, given to him by his brother…

"Tadashi!" a young hiro jumped to grab the attention of his older brother, peeking over the edge of the desk. Tadashi was intentionally ignoring him, trying to study on his multiplication tables. His personal desk sat closest yet facing away from the window, so as to allow the natural light illuminate his room and therefore his work. He would put it away each and every day and put it back in its same position over and over again. Young Hiro thought he was crazy for facing away from the sights of the beautiful town. Hiro remembered Tadashi explaining that it was so he wouldn't be distracted. But there was always something weird in the way he said that… something Hiro even today could not understand. Not the actions and his reasoning, but it was how… his tone.

"Hey, Tadashi, come here, I need you." Hiro pouted as he backed off to give his brother space to move.

"Not now." Tadashi replied, slightly irritated.

"What are you doing?" Hiro asked in his most convincingly innocent sounding voice.

"Homework." Blunt ha! Now that was the Tadashi I remembered.

"You need to do what I tell you to do.", Hiro pouted almost menacingly, as if he could deliver punishment if his orders were not obeyed, "Listen to me. Tadashi!"

"Okay what?" Tadashi caved in to his little brat, and gave him the attention his brother desired.

"Come here! Hey, right here! Right now!" Hiro lifted his brother from his chair and brought him to a small clearing in the room. More like the only clearing, it was such a sty.

"You're making me mad, Hiro." Tadashi chuckled as he said this, Gee, I really was a brat.

"Listen to me... I wanna play airplane." The young boy finally admitted.

"What?" a smirk grew over Tadashi's face, like he was given an elaborate prank by his little brother.

"I wanna play airplane. I wanna play airplane!" Hiro jumped holding out his arms like a bird waiting to take flight.

"Okay, but for only a couple minutes and after that I get to show you something." Tadashi then slowly yet surly laid himself on his back.

"I wanna put my arms out and fly, Tadashi" Hiro enthusiastically reminded his brother. He laid his socked feet to his brother's stomach, giving Hiro the lift his father could no longer give; no matter how much it had hurt him.

"Yeah, I know." It was so weird not to see him sarcastic.

"I'm Ironman, Tadashi!" My superhero. Tadashi played along with his little brother's imagination,

"I think I can see all of San Fransokyo..." I remember, I did.

Tadashi rose up after a couple of minutes after he set his younger brother down. He moved to the closet and pulled out a raggedy old box. I remembered somewhere some time during their personal show and tell, Aunt Cass like a super sleuth took a picture of them acting like little excavators looking and digging up old relics, which was not necessarily wrong.

"I want to show you something"

"What'd you get, Tadashi?" the youngest inquired. Right, right, right. Now it all comes back.

"It's from Mrs. Matsuda from down the street at her yard sale after it finished, she said, "Take what you want. It's all trash to me. C'mon. Take a look. Crap, crap, there's— hey, what's this?" Oh yeah, he was such a potty mouth for a while.

"More crap?" I inherited that trait too.

"No… vinyl! This is vinyl! Gorgeous vinyl... See how I can tell? Right here, and the weight, look, it drapes! And look at these patterns, so crisp and clear!" The young boy caressed and rubbed against the fabric as a cat would to its owner.

"See how it's made from oils and salts. It's tattered here, but all the rest— so beautiful and fine" he slowly placed the cloth back onto a chair, lazily folded.

"Okay, okay. What else?" Tadashi peered back into the box, like a magician, he pulled an endless amount of strange object from the box.

"Crap... crap... lace and ribbon..."

"Ooh, can I have it?" The first hint.

"It's all yours."

"What's this, Is this junk metal, or steel? With polish, I can tell. I love how tarnish melts away," Had I known I would have given you more attention… you were telling your fifth grade philosophy to me and I was playing around… I was the genius, yet you were the nerd.

"Opening to lusters and the mark, is there a mark? Yes, this stamp, you see? Japan! This has traveled continents to get here and crossed an ocean and somehow landed in this box under a layer of grime." He remembered his brother trailing on from that discussion, his fascination, his youth, and His dreams.

"Did you ever imagine that that was the day you started coming up with Baymax, with all those materials, Bro? Me either." Now he was looking at his older brother's hat, hung above his bed frame. The same way a person prayed looking up at the statues of their deities.

But I guess I always knew that someday I was going to leave you... I'm going to The Netherlands. Yes, I remember how you thought all of Holland was Wood Shoes and Windmills, but I have a company now, and I need more people to draw inspiration from…" and now this is the hardest to admit "and so does my fiance…"

I'm old. Like about I'm to say "the good old days" kind of old. Gee, I think this is where I've lost my mind, talking to a hat like he was my dead brother, oh well… I know you're here… somewhere.

"But, god, that box was ghastly! You were so ecstatic when you found it at a yard sale. No, no, wait— In Mrs. Matsuda's house. It all comes back, there's you. And there's me. Now it's Over ten years plus three… I'm stuck." He finally admitted to Tadashi, himself, and the world. A brave new world. Without a trace of him...

" I can't find my way through. Just like you. Am I just like you?" Hiro couldn't help but felt weak in the knees and lay himself across his brother's bed.

"A sign that he was here and made his work." Hiro can now hear his brother's words echo from the great beyond straight from the paper words.

Hiro frantically wrote his thoughts, before they escaped and burned away quick like wick.

I can't abide romantic notions of some vague long ago.

I want to know what's true, Dig deep into who And what And why And when Until now gives way to then.

This is no longer an as per usual through the past, I want to find closure, my god I barely know who he was, now, NOW it's time to know who this man was and not the mythology I've built for him. To know the secrets and words he would never say.

Hiro moved the picture away from the rotting pages and placed it onto the Manila paper, mixing his and his brother's words as the voices in the picture echoed into the air.

"I wanna play airplane, Tadashi."

"Tadashi? I wanna play airplane…"

My brother and I were exactly alike.

No, My brother and I were nothing alike.

"I'm Iron man…"

My brother and I—

My brother and I—

"Tadashi come back here…"

He can't… and neither can I.