Hello everyone! Can I just say I am extremely surprised at how successful this story is? Thank you all for all of your support! And, I have changed my mind. BAYMAX WILL BE IN THIS STORY. He'll just be in a different form. Anyways, thank you all for the helpful tips and I appreciate every word of encouragement that is sent my way.

And now, for Chapter 3!

Chapter 3

The servant lead the small Prince down a hallway to the main room of the palace. It was the biggest room of the entire castle, with high marble columns, golden statues, crystal chandeliers, and a marvelous fountain in the center. Along the back of the room was a high platform with two golden and marble thrones. One was covered in jewels and had hand painted images along the legs of the throne.

That was the King's throne.

There was a smaller one next to it, crafted from dark wood with specks of gold. It was a beautiful throne, designed with jewels and small marble statues along the back of the chair. This throne belong to the King's right hand man. This could be a Queen, Princess, mentor...or in this case, Prince.

Hiro took a deep breath, quietly thanked the servant, and stepped into the room. The huge room was filled with royals from other kingdoms, everyone dressed in causal wear, yet fancy for a royal rehearsal.

Conceal, don't feel. Hiro repeated in his head. He moved towards the wall, hoping nobody would notice him. Maybe he could get through the day if nobody noticed he was there.

A deep laugh caught the attention of the young Prince. Standing in the center of the room, mighty and magnificent, was no other than his brother.

Prince Tadashi did not look the same as Hiro had last seen him. He was taller, much taller. He had grown at least a foot since Hiro had last seem him. He was more muscular, his muscles of his arms and chest clearing showing through the white button up shirt that adorned his body. A red sash came across his torso, and his dark pants with dark boots gave him a powerful glow. His hair had been cut short, and his jaw line was as sharp as a blade. Tadashi wasn't some little Prince anymore. No, he had become a wise, powerful king.

Tadashi was talking to a tall, beautiful girl. She was almost as tall as he was, and her slim figure made her seem powerful as well. She had long, golden blonde hair that was braided down her back in a neat braid; occasionally she would sweep it over her shoulder. She wore a sky blue dress that touched the floor. It had a floral design on the bottom, and her matching vest had a similar design. She had green eyes, and her face barely had any make up; just a few touch ups here and there. She was a very pretty girl, but Hiro couldn't tell which kingdom she was from.

They were both laughing about something as they lounged by the fountain. Tadashi looked so happy, so carefree, that Hiro slowly started to believe Callaghan. Maybe Tadashi didn't care about him.

A strong hand on Hiro's shoulder made the small Prince jump. A deep voice spoke into his ear. "Are you ready?"

Hiro took a deep breath, steadying himself. "As ready as I'll ever be."

Callaghan turned Hiro so he was looking him in the eye. "Hiro, don't forget. Conceal, don't feel. You see how happy Tadashi is? Wouldn't you like to keep it that way?" His mentor said. Hiro's heart hurt at the thought of his brother, how he didn't even miss him.

The small prince nodded. "I understand."

"Good." His mentor stood. "Don't screw up, child. Or else you'll regret it for the rest of your miserable life." And as quick as he came, Callaghan disappeared in the crowd of royals.

Hiro stood tall and laced his fingers together. I can do this. He told himself.

Suddenly, Callaghan reappeared next to the empty king's throne. He cleared his throat loudly, so all of the royals quieted down and turned their attention to him.

"Thank you all for coming. In about twenty minutes we will all head to the chapel where the ceremony will be held and start this rehearsal!" He said cheerfully. Everyone clapped. Hiro stayed silent.

"Before we start, may I just introduce, as you all know, Prince Tadashi, the soon to be King of San Fransokyo!" The entire room erupted in applause. Tadashi was the most well liked Prince Hiro had ever known of. He was perfect: Caring, good looking, smart, a good person, everything anyone would ever want.

Tadashi waved to everyone by the fountain as they whistled and cheered for him. "And of course," Callaghan continued, his eyes growing cold and his voice tightening, "how could we forget about his brother, Prince Hiro."

Hiro's posture went ridged as everyone got quiet and started to look for him in the crowd. Hiro closed his eyes. Just step forward, wave, then go back to the wall. Remember, conceal, don't feel.

Hiro took a small step forward into the middle of the room, making eye contact with Callaghan. Everyone stared to clap and cheer, yet it wasn't nearly as loud as Tadashi's was. Callaghan raised an eyebrow at Hiro, as if to say more acting.

Hiro gave the crowd a small smile, yet laced his gloved fingers together even tighter. He looked over at Tadashi. His mouth was open in shock and his eyes where wide. He slowly clapped for his little brother, yet it seemed as though he didn't know he was. Hiro tore his gaze from his brother. After the applause died down, he stepped back to the wall, hoping the gazes of those wouldn't follow.

Aimless chatter filled the room once more, and that was when Hiro ran out of his luck.

Aunt Cass wrapped her arms around her smallest nephew. "Oh, Hiro! You've changed so much!" She had tears in her beautiful green eyes. Hiro saw the pain in them; they said, where have you been?

Hiro tried not to focus on the pain in her eyes as he silently begged her to let him go. He hated being touched. "Thank you, Aunt Cass." He said his rehearsed line. "You look lovely."

Abigail marched over to him, a green dress that ended at her ankles and a green ribbon tucked away in her hair. "Hey there, Hiro! It's been so long." She said, looking at the small boy.

Hiro gave them polite smiles. "Too long."

Something caught Abigail's eye over at the fountain. Her face broke out in a bubbly grin. "Looks like someone wants to talk to you." She said.

Hiro looked over at where she was looking at. Tadashi was waving his hand at Hiro, gesturing for him to come over. Hiro started to shake. He couldn't talk to Tadashi. He just couldn't. No, he would break down, he couldn't handle the fact that his brother didn't care anymore.

"Go on." Abigail said as she lightly poked Hiro between his bony shoulder blades. "He really misses you."

Hiro really wished that statement was true.

Hiro took slow steps towards his older brother. Hiro made eye contact with Callaghan, who gave him an approving nod, yet he had warning in his eyes. Don't say anymore than you need to.

Hiro's heart was hammering in his chest when he finally was a foot from Tadashi. He looked up at his older brother. So much had changed. Hiro was barely as a tall as Tadashi upper arm. Hiro gave Tadashi a small smile.

Tadashi mouth was open as he studied his baby brother. "Hello, Prince Tadashi." Hiro said, his voice calm and restrictive.

At the sound of Hiro's voice, Tadashi's eyes met Hiro's. It happened so fast Hiro couldn't register what was happening. The youngest Prince tensed as his older brother wrapped his strong arms around his small frame and pressed the littlest one to his chest. Hiro felt Tadashi's chin rest on top of his head. Hiro's face was pressed against Tadashi's chest, his strong scent calming Hiro. He missed it so much these past few years.

He wanted to enjoy the warmth of Tadashi, he wanted to spill his secrets and have everything be better, but Hiro wasn't the same naive, little boy anymore.

"I've missed you so much." Tadashi's deep voice whispered in Hiro's ear. Hiro wanted to believe his older brother, he really did. But, a small voice that sounded surprisingly like Callaghan echoed in his mind: He's lying.

Hiro pulled out of his brother's embrace, much to Tadashi's dismay, and stood straight. He laced his fingers together and smiled politely at his brother.

"It is nice to see you again." Hiro said, bowing his head slightly in respect.

Tadashi had a grin on his face that looked liked it hurt him. He grabbed Hiro's upper arms, and Hiro tried not to hiss in pain as his brother's strong grip pressed down on his self-harm scars. The oldest Prince studied his little sibling.

"Hiro, you look so...different." Tadashi's eyes look at Hiro's face, studying the purple bags underneath Hiro's eyes from lack of sleep, and he didn't miss how straight and tense Hiro was, yet he didn't say anything about it. Hiro sighed in relief. Tadashi cupped Hiro's face with his enormous hands and pressed a slight kiss to his forehead. Hiro wanted to enjoy the feeling of Tadashi's lips on his skin, yet every nerve on his body was sparked with energy. He had a job to do, and he couldn't afford to let his guard down.

Hiro tried not to yelp in surprise as his brother gave him another tight hug. Tadashi was touching him, and if he held onto his little brother any longer, Hiro might have a mental breakdown. Conceal it, don't feel it. It's all an act, you know that.

"Thank you. As do you." Hiro gave his brother another polite smile, and slowly wiggled out of his brother's strong grasp. People where starring and Hiro hated being the center of attention.

"Tadashi, won't you introduce me to your friend?" Hiro said, turning to the young girl that had watched the small reunion with a smile. Tadashi was staring at Hiro in amazement, as if he couldn't believe that this is what his little brother had changed into.

Tadashi cleared his throat. "Oh, yes, of course. Sorry. Um, this is Princess Honey Lemon of Corona. Well," the two turned to each other and laughed, "Queen to-be."

"Hi!" The girl said cheerfully. She stretched her hand out. Hiro hesitantly shook it. Tadashi's brow furrowed, as he now noticed the gloves on his little brother's hands. "I've heard so much about you! Oh, and you can just call me Honey Lemon, it's a nickname. Ha, yeah, I'm not really royal material." She gave the two brothers a sly grin.

"Oh hush," Tadashi said, "you'll be be perfect queen." Honey Lemon blushed at Tadashi's comment.

Hiro didn't know anything about love and what it felt like to be in love, but he had to be a complete idiot for him not to notice that Tadashi had a crush on Honey Lemon; the way he looked at the blonde girl and the way he spoke to her made Hiro feel like he was watching a future couple.

"Well, you'll be a more perfect king." Honey Lemon countered back, a happy grin on her face.

And Honey Lemon had a crush on Tadashi.

Perfect opportunity to leave. Hiro thought. "Well, it was nice talking to you, Prince Tadashi." Hiro said. He turned to the beautiful princess and bowed his head. "Same to you, Princess Honey Lemon."

Hiro turned to leave, but Tadashi grabbed his wrist. Hiro grimaced in pain as Tadashi thumb pressed down on a fresh scar. Tadashi noticed Hiro's grimace. "Sorry." He said quietly, loosening his grip on Hiro's small wrist, yet he still held it. "Where do you think you're going?" He playfully said.

Hiro's breath was coming in shorter and shorter. Tadashi was touching him and memories where coming back. Oh, no, this couldn't happen. Not here. Get it together. Hiro told himself. "I just thought I'd give you two some time alone."

Tadashi chuckled and Honey Lemon turned a light shade of pink. "Hiro, I haven't seen you in..." Tadashi paused, bitting his lower lip. "Five years. I want to talk to my baby brother."

Hiro pulled his hand away from Tadashi as soon as his grasp slackened. He stood up straight once more and laced his gloved hands together in front of his small body. "I am flattered, yet there is nothing to discuss, Prince Tadashi."

Before Tadashi could stop his brother, Hiro turned and slowly walked away from the fountain. He retuned to his spot agsint the wall. Aunt Cass was talking to Callaghan, and Abigail was flirting with some Prince from another kingdom.

Control your emotions. Hiro repeated in his mind. Conceal it, don't feel it. Don't let them know. Hiro swallowed and waited until it was time to go to the chapel for the rehearsal coronation.

Don't let Tadashi know.

Prince Tadashi and Prince Hiro stood in the back of the chapel. It was an older building, pictures of the life of Jesus hand painted on the ceilings and walls, marble column leading to the huge, golden dome that captured the entire church. There was a dark, wooden balcony above the whole church where the choir sat. On the alter was a fake king's crown especially made for this occasion. Also, there was a fake scepter and orb that Tadashi would have to hold in order to become king.

Everyone was finding their seats in the chapel, and the choir was singing some form of opera song. Aunt Cass, Callaghan, and Abigail sat at the very first pew. It was just Tadashi and Hiro. They were the only one's that would be up at the alter.

Hiro's posture was ridged as his hands were clenched in front of him. Being alone with Tadashi was giving Hiro anxiety, and memories where coming back into his already miserable mind.

"Hiro." Tadashi's voice was deep and full of authority, yet there was a hint of pain in his voice. No, that couldn't be right. Hiro must be imagining that.

"Yes?" Hiro said, looking straight forward, at the picture's on the walls, everywhere except for Tadashi.

"Hiro, look at me." The youngest Prince turned and faced his older brother. He took a deep breath to steady himself. Any question he asks you, you have a rehearsed answer. Hiro reminded himself.

"Are you alright? You seem...tense." Tadashi said as he studied his younger brother. Hiro froze. He notices something is wrong. Be perfect, don't seem so tense. He can't know anything.

Hiro forced his shoulders to relax and he plastered a fake smile on his face. "Oh, no. I'm fine, Tadashi. Thank you for asking."

Tadashi eyed his baby brother's hands. "Hiro, why are you wearing gloves?"

Hiro stood stiller than a statue. Say what you rehearsed. "Oh, it's just for cleaning purposes. You know how I am about dirt." Hiro gave a forced chuckle, yet silently begged in his head, please, just go with it.

The soon-to-be king gave Hiro a weird look, and opened his mouth to ask more questions, until the choir started to belt the coronation song. Hiro let a sigh of relief. He was safe from Tadashi's questions...for now.

After the rehearsal coronation, where Hiro was forced to be the center of attention as he stood by his brother side as he became the next king, everyone was lead to the main dinning hall. They all had the rehearsal banquet, much to Hiro's dismay.

Tadashi sat at the head of the table, where he insisted on having Hiro sit at his right hand side. Callaghan sat to his left, and his daughter sat next to her father. Aunt Cass sat next to Hiro, a smile plastered on her face. Hiro knew why.

This was the first time, in five years, the entire family was sitting down and eating together.

Callaghan and Tadashi chatted about previous king lessons, while Abigail listened and 'oo' and 'ah' at all the right time. Aunt Cass was talking to another Prince from a visiting kingdom. Everyone's plates were full to the brim with deliaous and hot food, yet Hiro, barely eating a few pieces of bread a day, could barely finish a pile of potatoes.

"Hiro." Tadashi's rang loud and clear. "Arn't you going to eat more?" His older brother gestured to his plate, which only contained a few pieces of turkey, a small spoonful of mashed potatoes, and a few carrots.

His entire family's attention turned to him. Hiro gulped at the sudden attention, but he had rehearsed every possible outcome. He gave a small shrug. "I'm not that hungry."

Callaghan gave Hiro a glare from across the table. Control it. His face said. "Actually," Hiro said. "Could I pleased be excused?"

Hiro looked at Callaghan. His mentor nodded as he finished off another heap of mashed potatoes. Hiro gave everyone polite smiles before sliding his chair away from the table and heading to his room. He was going to burst if he didn't cut...now.

"Wait!" Hiro was halfway down the hall, only a few doors away from his bedroom. Hiro turned, and was greeted by the sight of his older brother, a slightly confused look on his face. "Where are you going?"

Hiro swallowed back the pain as memories of his brother appeared. "I'm returning to my room." The Prince said.

"But...you finally came out!" Tadashi exclaimed, taking a step closer to his baby brother. Hiro stepped away from his brother. "Yes, and now I must return." The smallest Prince turned away from his brother and walked faster to his room.

"Why? What's wrong?" Tadashi's long legs easily caught up with Hiro.

Everything. Hiro wanted to say. I cut myself thinking about you. I miss you, but you don't miss me. I'm beaten everyday and I'm trying to control the overpowering feeling of depression. I'm suicidal, can't you see? I'm tired of feeling worthless and useless.

"I'm fine, Tadashi." The young Prince said, before opening his bedroom door and sliding inside. Tadashi stood outside of his little brother's bedroom, hoping that maybe the littlest Prince would come out of his room that he had stayed cooped up in for the most part of five years. But, the door never opened.

The roles have been switched, and now Tadashi's the one outside of the door.

Yes, I know. I'm sorry. I was suppose to have Tadashi's coronation in this chapter, but I just thought it would be too long, so it'll definitely be in the next chapter. Thank you all so much for the reviews, and I appreciate all of the support!

ALSO! I have a four day weekend coming up, so most definitely expect an update! Thank you again!

I hope you all are enjoying your week!

~TheOneWithTheScar