Okay, a ton of you guys have been asking me if this one shot series is incest. And honestly, it completely depends on my mood. Those who have read Once-Chance know that I am a Hidashi shipper, but my stories so far have been safe (Though I admit I have written a NSFW thingie on tumblr; if you wanna read it, PM me and I'll send you a link).
Most of the time I can guarantee you that it will just be kept to platonic brotherly!Hidashi with borderline 'eh, maybe, maybe not' moments (such as the first chapter and third one - at least in my view because of the implied things), but if it was anything with legit romance in it, I would warn my readers ahead of time at the top of the story.
As for what you see in these stories as incest, it all really depends on how you look at it. I aim to write in a descriptive yet open-minded way that allows readers to interpret as they will. Don't like incest? Don't think of it that way, or don't read it at all. Simple and done.
As for you Hidashi shippers out there? Go on with your business as you were. You can take those innuendos that I hid in some of the chapters and use it to your imagination. Don't want to? Just read it for the fluff. Either way, you're all good :)
MAYBE TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN THROUGH BULLYING. I KNOW THE FEEL BRO. HANG STRONG!
Ears and Tail 02 – Claustrophobia
CatBoys!Hidashi, Ears and Tail only
"Speaker and voice box volume input?"
"Check."
"Maneuverability of carbon fiber skeleton?"
"Double check."
"Hyper spectral cameras and scanner?"
"Triple-decker sandwich of check."
"Medicine canisters?"
"Again, check."
"Battery?"
"Oh, would you look at that? Another check."
"Video monitor, defibrillators, heater and stash of lollipops? "
"Check, check, check aaand... Check."
"Huggable design?"
Hiro poked at Baymax's stomach with his toe. "Heh, as soft as a marshmallow, big bro."
Tadashi smiled and rubbed his hands together, jostling Hiro a bit from his perch. "Alright, then let's fire this guy up!"
The teen climbed off his brother's shoulders from the position they were working in when his brother crouched to let him off. With an excited bounce, he said, "Ready? On one, two-"
With the unspoken three left hanging in the air, both brothers said in sync, "Ow."
A mechanical whir filled the air briefly before Baymax straightened from his slumped deactivated stance, blinking and turning to observe them.
"Hey big guy," Hiro chirped, going up to the robot to pat it on the stomach. "How're you feeling?"
Baymax didn't respond.
The smile on the younger Hamada's face melted. "Uh... Baymax?" Hiro waved a hand in front of the bot's 'eyes' before he backed off and sent a concerned glance to his brother when the robotic nurse said nothing - not even reacting to the sound of his voice nor his blatant attempt at getting his attention. "What's wrong with him? He's not saying anything."
Tadashi lifted a brow and circled the bot, tail flicking out anxiously behind him. Baymax couldn't be malfunctioning already! They just fixed him! "That doesn't make sense, we checked everything over-"
The older Hamada cut himself off and turned to Hiro with a knowing look. "Did you mess with his chip again Hiro?"
"I- uh..." At the accusation, the teen gulped and his ears flipped back in a telling sign. Crap, I forgot to return the chip last night! Hiro thought hurriedly.
Tadashi turned to Baymax before the teen could fish out a response and poked him over his access port. Sure enough, when the dock popped out of the bot, the slots were empty. The young adult shook his head and sighed, eyeing his brother wearily. "What did you do this time?"
Hiro knew he wouldn't be able to lie about this one. He twiddled his thumbs, and when that did nothing to ease his nerves, he looked to the floor abashedly and rolled the hem of his shirt between his fingers. "Um, I may or may not have... Inputted a database dedicated solely to flavours of gummy bears?" He looked up with a guilty grin on his face, showing off that gap-tooth that he knew made Tadashi melt.
The elder of the two only groaned and buried his face in his hands, peeking through his fingers and sending his younger brother an unimpressed look. "Gummy bears? Seriously Hiro?"
"Hey!" Hiro shouted indignantly, ready to defend his precious snack items. "Gummy bears are the heart and soul of the entire universe! They make living on Earth worthwhile. If they had them on Mars and not Earth, I'd have been born there instead."
Tadashi rolled his eyes at his brother's over dramatic argument and pushed at Hiro's head. "Whatever nerdling, just go get the chip. You probably have it somewhere on you, right? Please say you do, otherwise we can't get to finishing Baymax's upgrades."
Hiro scoffed playfully, already grabbing Tadashi's hat off of his brother's head to cover his own ears and tucking his long, black tail under his shirt. "Of course I do. It's in the locker room with my other stuff."
The older Hamada called after him just as Hiro opened the door to their shared lab. "Make it quick, break's about to start in half an hour. I wanna finish checking Baymax's upgrades before then!"
The teen spun on his heel to face his brother and mock saluted him. "Yes, Nerdlord! Your wish is my command!"
With a snicker, Hiro jogged down the hall - passing the main lab and greeting a few people in the shared space – before rushing off with hurried words and a few waves.
By the time he reached the locker room, Hiro's ears were starting to throb from being trapped under the hat and his tail was beginning to twitch from being held against the line of his back in such a stiff position. The teen huffed. This was the only doubt he had had about enrolling into SFIT two months prior.
Hiding your identity as a hybrid wasn't exactly easy work, what with the extra appendages.
He knew Honey Lemon, being a parrot, couldn't exactly hide the colourful array of feathers that sprouted from her back and trailed down to her ankles. Luckily she was well-liked and sociable. Gogo on the other hand, just didn't care that people knew she was a cheeta hybrid and Wasabi fit pretty well into his gorilla image, so not many people questioned him. Fred was also pretty hard to figure out - he was a gecko, but with him being a comic fanatic and in a mascot costume most of the time, people just didn't question his lizard tail anymore.
Tadashi and Hiro were a different story, however. There were people that held grudges against the Hamada brothers because they were smart - too smart, in their opinion. The elder of the two didn't want them to be even more ostracized when being a hybrid was thrown into the mix. That's why Hiro was forced to hide his identity as a black panther-house cat mix.
Hiro was quick to obey his brother when he enrolled, the nightmares of bullies past still occasionally haunting him in the dead of night. He didn't need people coming after him in college - he'd had enough of that in high school.
The teen sighed. He didn't regret joining SFIT though - after all, he got unlimited supplies for all of his projects he wasn't able to create in Aunt Cass' little garage, a challenge for his too-big brain, and to top it all off, he got to spend time with Tadashi in their now shared lab. It was great.
Hiro stepped into the empty room and pulled the San Fransokyo Ninjas cap off his head, scrubbing a hand through his hair the same way he'd seen Tadashi do all those times when he came back from school. He sighed in relief as he finally let his tail slip out from underneath the hem of his shirt.
It couldn't hurt having them out, right? Class was still in session and nobody would come into the locker rooms for another half hour. He only needed to grab one thing; in and out, simple as that.
Hiro skipped over to his and Tadashi's shared locker, easily punching in the code for the small numlock above the handle. Just as he swung open the locker, voices came from outside of the door - voices that sent shivers down Hiro's spine and apprehension coiling low in his gut.
The locker room's door was pushed open and Hiro stood frozen in shock, heart stuttering and staring dumbly at the group of three seniors who had just entered. They were the ones who had been harassing him during class for being too smart and Callaghan's favourite student since the third week Hiro had enrolled into the college.
"Oh? What do we have here? It's Hamada Jr. guys!" The leader of the group smirked, turning to his friends and sharing a sickeningly devious smirk. "What are you doi-"
The man paused when he saw the pointed cat ears quivering atop Hiro's head and the coal-black tail puffed out behind the teen. His smirk turned into a sneer. "I see how it is. Hamada Jr.'s a hybrid."
The stunned look on the other two goons' faces turned into wicked grins. The guy on the left scoffed. "That explains why he's so damn smart."
The last goon crossed his arms over his chest and stepped closer to Hiro. "It's 'cause he's genetically modified." His face got uncomfortably close. "Aren't you, freak?"
With the last word, he shoved the teen into the locker door, a sharp bang echoing through the changing room.
Hiro's heart was pounding - pounding so hard he thought it would crawl out of his throat and strangle him before he had the chance to breathe. Either that, or throw up and pass out.
His mind stopped and grasped desperately for a witty comeback, but the only functioning part of his brain told him to hold his tongue. They would go away if he didn't say anything. He didn't need to make the situation worse.
A bruising grip on his bicep brought Hiro out of his mental debating, a small sound of shock leaving him. He struggled against the hold, tail lashing and fingers clawing at the meaty hand tugging him around like a ragdoll.
The second goon cuffed him, stopping his struggles as he dealt with the pain. The man leaned in, hissing in the teen's face, "Say something. You're a freak, aren't you?"
The younger Hamada stumbled for words, only getting out a few jumbled sentences that didn't make sense, even to him. Hiro felt his knees go weak and his palms going slick with sweat. He felt like the floor was spinning - faltering beneath his feet.
The leader sneered at him. "Aw, isn't that a sorry sight? The little kitty-cat is too scared to say anything. And I thought you were supposed to be the genius. Go on, say the facts: you're a freak."
Hiro was pinned on both sides now, one person on each side holding his arms. He didn't know what to do. This was a repeat of his nightmares from high school. A lump of fear formed in the teen's throat, choking him.
"T-Tadashi..." he called weakly under his breath, praying for his brother to bust in and protect him as he had so many times in the past.
"Whoa!" the first goon exclaimed, leaning back from Hiro. "This guy's calling for big bro to come and save him! I guess that makes him a scaredy-cat!"
The ring leader smirked and leaned in to grip Hiro's face by his cheeks, hand covering his mouth in a pinching vice. The teen bit his lip to avoid the cry that was sure to escape his mouth.
"Calling Hamada Sr. to come and help you?" He shook his head and rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Oh, I'm petrified! You know what?" he snarled, "Big bro's not coming. And even if he did, what's he gonna do? He's a skinny little mutt; a half breed like you."
Hiro couldn't help himself. Before his brain could catch up with his smart-alec mouth, he had already blurted out against the thick hand covering his lips, "So that makes you better than him, having two guys to back up your non-existent muscle?"
With a snarl, the leader gripped a fistful of Hiro's bangs, dragging his head forward and then shoving it back into the metal of the lockers.
The younger Hamada saw stars, his skull throbbing over the place where it had made harsh contact with the cold surface of his long-time enemy. He let out a groan of pain.
"At least I'm normal. You're just a monster," the senior hissed between clenched teeth.
" 'm not a monster," Hiro mumbled before he could stop. He cursed his inability to leave things as was without having the last word.
The breath was knocked out of the boy when a fist came flying into his stomach. He gagged.
"No, you're not a monster. You're a freaking mutation," the senior growled. He made a dismissive hand motion. "Throw him into the locker. He deserves it."
Hiro's eyes flew wide open. No, not the locker! Not again- anything but that!
"N-no, wait please," he cried, struggling against the tight hold on his arms. "Please! No!"
Hands were all over him, pushing and shoving Hiro into a cramped space that he was all-too familiar with. The younger Hamada grasped at the outstretched arms shoving him back whenever he tried to pull himself out of the locker. "Stop! Please, don't-!"
He yelped in pain when a foot stomped over his tail that was hanging out of the metal box, and cradled it to his chest. The moment of inattention cost him though, as that was all the time the bullies needed to shut the locker door on him with a cringe-worthy slam and an almost inaudible click of the automatic lock sliding into place.
Hiro paled in the darkness. "Please, let me out! Open it up! Please!"
The teen banged his fists into the closed door, hearing the trio's snickers through the cold metal. He was breathing hard, his heart pulsing in his ears and blood rushing through his head. A terrified whine escaped the genius' throat and tears stung his eyes, turning his vision blurry.
"Please," he whispered desperately. Hiro curled in on himself, tucking his head in between his knees and wrapping cupped hands over his ears. "Nii-chan," he cried quietly.
The enclosed space seemed to be getting smaller, shrinking around the boy until he was gasping for breath that wouldn't come and couldn't fill his lungs. He knew he was hyperventilating; he knew he was having a panic attack; he knew he had claustrophobia.
All of that knowledge didn't help him escape it.
Hiro screamed.
Through the ear-shattering echo from within the locker, Hiro could hear over his own laboured breathing to catch the threat that left him with a vacant feeling of dread.
"We'll see you in class, freak."
I'm so cruel hahaha...haha...ha... *sobs* (Sorry for non-existent writing style OTL I can't keep to one type)
Next will be the Bird!AU~ (Or maybe the Dragon AU... Continuation of this chapter? IDK. All depends on how I want to get rid of my finals stress T^T)
