"Neat isn't it? Uriel loves it when he visits this place" Aaron appeared behind the young superhero.

"Yeah..." Hiro was lost for words,"Where am I?" Hiro was doing his best not to vomit, hopefully the height of the puke falling won't kill whoever it hits.

"S.P.H.E.R.E headquarters, the far West hall to be exact, nobody really comes to this part, its mostly to meditate." The superior stated simply.

"What now?" Hiro was clueless as to what sphere was.

"Spiritual Preservation of the Hierarchical Embankment of the Realms of Earth"

"Okay, please get me down and I promise Ill tell the police to keep you in the drunk tank until the morning"

"I teleport you into a castle in the sky...and you still think you are still in control of the situation." He then pulled out a small pin from his suit and grabbed and pricked the index finger of the young hero. He immediately pulled his hand back before too much blood was taken from him, but only a couple drops were on the pin.

"Look at this, Hiro, as I put it into the sky" The blood glittered with...Gold. When did my blood glitter, how much is my blood?

A mirage, some strange magic trick, that's all of this is, he is under the effects under a really good drug, Hiro thought.

I can hear your thoughts, Hiro Hamada, and if your are still unimpressed, let me give you a proper info dump so..." and as he lead the sentence just that happened, it was like cramming for the citizenship test in one hour with enough caffeine to kill nine men.

He knew everything about this man, Aaron was a member of S.P.H.E.R.E, the lower circle of angels that protect humanity, they have been here since the beginning and want to shield us from the terrors of the mythological and not be enslaved and destroyed by the creatures who prey on humans. Aaron was a very special member of the angels and was of a higher position than him, and proudly helps humans when the evil of the other world leaks through. when the flood of evil rises over the banks of the angels. he, and soon I will toss them back in.

But the very last thing that went through his mind was something that made his existential security shatter as he remembered. he Remembered being Here. Being told to go forth, to leave to a new world. He remembered being unborn. Now Hiro wanted to go back and crawl into Aunt Cass's lap and eat cookies.

"Alright that last part I admit was much, but you need to believe me if you wish to save your people,"

"...from what?..." Hiro feebly mumbled.

"That is not the matter you need to know yet, but soon... but if you follow me, we can show you how to fight back."

The pair started walking through the vacant hall in silence till Hiro came with a question, "So are we in heaven then?"

"Part of it, yes" Aaron's expression never changed.

So, I guess it's alright to ask questions, Hiro thought.

"So I'm dead?"

"No, you are very much alive."

"Then how am I an angel if I'm not dead?"

Mr. Abner looked at Hiro, "That is not how it works, curse Hollywood and the theater who tell you such LIES." Aaron spoke in anguish.

Hiro still didn't get it, "Yeah, you still didn't answer me"

"You're not really a human" Aaron sighed, "You never quite were."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! I have an aunt! I have a brother! I had parents at one point !"

Hiro received a warning glance, "Calm down. You're still related to them. When you were born, you were chosen to be something many merely wish to be, an angel, a guardian angel, the lowest rank but an angel none the less."

It was silent the rest of the walk. Hiro didn't know if he was dreaming, drugged, or if it was real. One thing was for sure no matter what it was, the whole situation was unbelievable. Aaron paused, so did Hiro, right in front of a giant double oak door.

The superior turned to Hiro, "I suggest you change."

"Into what?" Hiro gave the man a queer look.

Aaron sighed. "You are hopeless," He retorted om a frustration. "Your angelic form"

Hiro looked dumbfounded. How was he expected to do that? Drink some potion that gave him wings? Close your eyes and count to three? That would be worth a shot. "Focus on your qualities," Instructed Aaron, "Think of things you've experienced for are portrayed to you as, bravery, wisdom, generosity, and divine love, not fairy tale love or "let me into your pants", I mean true unadulterated love, then focus on how that is portrayed in you. Corny and silly as it seems, that is the key to your form."

Hiro definitely thought this guy was a quack, "Right... Look man-" Aaron cut him off.

"Just do it! your making me sound like Peter Pan"

The boy rolled his eyes, then shut them. The thought of Tadashi daring to go into that fire, & how he, himself, fought Callahan. Then, all of his life what his family taught him, & when he would occasionally help fellow students. When people would show him pity and helping the poor and needy, lastly, his family and friends, and how he cared for them, smiling.

Soon Hiro felt white, glowing ribbons tightly wrap around his body. Most would expect them to suffocate him, but they did quite the opposite, he felt more free, less exposed, and more open spirited. What was like minutes to Hiro, was mere seconds in the ribbons receded; he was left in his angelic form.

Hiro looked brand new, reborn in fact. He wore pristine white dress pants, a button up male's formal shirt, formal shoes, and his head was topped with a white fedora with a black ribbon around it, with round, silver studs. He also had earring, just plain silver and gold circles, 4 on the left, 3 on the right. His hair was different too, the ends of each strand was a glimmering gold.

"Woah..." Was all Hiro could manage. Nothing could be compared to this, nor explain it, it was amazing.

There was too much time wasted. He was pushed into a circular room with a large semi-circle desk looming over him. There were 7 beings up there, the one in the center with a large, white beard he knew, "God".

"Are you sure this is him?!"

"He's so small and young."

"Looks can be deceiving."

"Hey, the lad could end up on of the strongest of his circle."

"Hardly"

"He could be powerful, but the effort for such may not be worth"

The arguments continued until the man in the middle had silenced them. He looked at Hiro with kind, knowing eyes and said, "Hiroshi Hamada, You still do not know why you have been summoned here today."

"Y-yes- I mean no! No s-sir, I don't"

The man seemed to have sympathy for the position the boy was forced into, "Well then, young one. I shall tell you. We have summoned you here to join us, & help protect innocent humans from our demon brothers below. We would like you to help protect those you love, & the loved ones of others. A task you have carried over yourself already, would you honor such task?"

"Yes, sir. I would love to." He paused a moment, in thought, his eyes racing beyond his mouth and rational thought yet he felt so right. He was having conversations with all of them telepathically, telling him what they knew of him, behind his acts but what he thought.

"But I have one request."

"Are You SERIOUS?" exclaimed Aaron. "Scientists…" Aaron grew a scowl across his face.

"We all know this will not be nor will it ever be one request, so ask anyway" spoke up an archangel.

God looked slightly surprised that he was willing enough to request something, not many had the guts to do so, "And what is that, my boy?"

"To see my parents, Susan and Daichi Hamada."

Hiro received a nod of approval, sending a dumbfounded look on Aaron's face & was sent out the doors he came. He saw by the door with an expression of scolding, and... What was it? Respect?

"That was risky you know. Your even more of a daredevil than I thought." Hiro smiled at this. "Youre wrong you know," Hiro started at Aaron, who was mouthing out "I can hear your thoughts"

Aaron pointed his head to the side, signaling the boy to follow him. Eventually they stopped, and Hiro went into a windowless room, almost like a doctor's office, expect it was cleaner and had no clerk window. He took a seat. After, waiting for what seemed like forever, there was knack at the door.

"Come in." Hiro called.

A light brown hair, Caucasian woman with green eyes peaked in, and then went to take a seat. She was followed by a dark-haired Japanese man, with glasses. They both took a seat I front of Hiro. They sat in an awkward, yet natural, silence till the youngest Hamada broke it.

"Um, h-hi mom. Hi dad", he didn't really know much else to say, this not something he thought he would do, he prayed Tadashi had done this before he was discovered alive.

His mother's else began to well up with tears. Hiro started to panic, wondering if he made a mistake by talking first. He was about to apologize, but before he could, both of his parents wrapped him in a bear hug.

"I'm, so so sorry... my baby boy must have gone through so much..." Susan whimpered through sobs.

"You must really be determined if you could ask such a thing from such high beings." Daichi mildly smiled, "Either that, or your reckless"

The hug took a while, though it seemed all too short to them. "Now then," His mother started, "tell us everything"

Hiro began from the first thing he could remember after he lost his parents. From school, to graduation. And from his bot fighting stage, which his dad greatly scolded him for, something Hiro always sort of wanted to experience, to the showcase and beyond.

"Okay, so let me get this straight," said once Hiro had finished, "You invented a hover-cart, a pen that produced smoke that came to life, cat hoverboots, & numerous fighting bots, that only being a few things, before you graduated. Graduated high school at 13. Became the bot fighting champion of San Franokyo. Created microbots for a college showcase. Became a superhero. Saved the city from being sucked up into a portal. Applied for SFIT. Fought some minor demons. And now your here."

Hiro looked at his feet, pushing his indexes together, "Yes?" The Hamada's remained emotionless. "Please don't be too mad." Hiro stood up, ready to leave, or take a hit, if he needed.

His parents stood too, putting his hand on his youngest son's shoulders, causing him to look up. Both parents gave a weary smile. "We aren't mad. You've made mistakes. If anything you should be mad at us, we left you there so young, never really knowing what proper guidance was like, even with Tadashi's help, you only had so much help. We left you to learn what was right on your own, the one thing, overall, we should have been there for."

This took the boy back, "What?" They did nothing wrong, "You guys shouldn't apologize, your..." he swallowed down the lump in his throat, "death, wasn't your fault. Plus, all those screw ups were completely on me."

He couldn't help but let a few stray tears run down her cheeks. She clobbered her son in a tight, motherly embrace, that ever since the accident, she only wished to feel again. "My baby is all grown up!" She savored the smell of the little boy she missed so much, "I wish I was there. Your so... so..."

"Mature?" Daichi interjected.

"Yes" No longer did he believe this to be a hoax; it was another miracle, a gift he felt he had not deserved. He was never quite faithful, but now in the embrace of his parent's: He now Believed.

The man entered the embrace with his son and wife. They stayed like this until a knock came at the door. It was Mr. Abner, coming to take Hiro to meet his assigned partner. He wished his family goodbye, hoping that with good reason and permission to give his brother some closure.

He ventured even further into the world he had only just discovered, not down a rabbit hole, but climbing out of that hole to finally see the light.

A/N: Let me know what you think, how do you feel about my changes, and even small things here will play a bigger part in the future.