[Hello, okay, I know this is shorter and I have been sucking at updates, but it's way too late for me to still be awake, so I'm going to skip some of the reviews. I'm sorry! Only a few urgent questions will be answered, then I'll add the song and a few headcanons. Once again, sorry, but I need to keep it concise.
Zebrafinch: Because I like killing people. Muahaha.
Tatina Gaudent: It's spelled Hamada-Sorry, I'm a stickler for spelling. Anyways, this story is a sequel! Unfortunately, this probably ruined the entire first story for you. Sorry! The story is called 'The Little Pieces Falling, Shatter'. You can look it up, or find it on my account. I hope you read it!
Th3403: Okay, thank you so much for the shortening of the name... I'm going to honest I found it extremely irritating to have to continually go back and 'Am I spelling this right?!' haha... Thank you!
The song for today is 'Ghost Town' by Adam Lambert.
'Saw all of the saints
Lock up the gates
I could not enter
Walked into the flames
Called out your name
But there was no answer
And now I know my heart is a ghost town.'
-Ghost Town by Adam Lambert
"Hiro, what did you do this time?!"
The aforementioned teen winced as GoGo's furious voice came in over the comlink.
"I… May or may not have bet with my identity, and we might be paying for it."
"Hiro?"
"Yes?"
"You're an idiot."
"I know."
'Scorch's absolutely livid gaze hit Hiro in the back of the head like a laser. Except perhaps the laser might not have been as painful. At least death would be quick, not an agonizingly slow and painful demise by the tongue lashing of a lifetime, delivered by none other than Stabby McBurn Victim.
"I always knew I was going to die someday," Hiro muttered as he fiddled with his controller. "I just never thought my own brother would be the one to kill me."
"Don't be a drama queen."
"Tell Aunt Cass I love her?"
"No one's dying. Not yet, anyways," Tadashi half snapped, half growled. "Now, you're going to win this botfight, we're going to find out the Fujita hideout. No one's identity is going to be found out. We're finding Aunt Cass, and as soon as we get home, I'm going to kick your-"
"Language, Tadashi."
"Shut up."
"Aren't you so glad that I'm an expert botfighter now?" The irony was not lost on the younger Hamada as his fingertips easily manipulated the smooth controller, magnetic bearing servos twirling obediently. "I mean, sure, I guess if I hadn't become a botfighter, maybe I wouldn't be in here in the first place, but hey, who ever said associating myself with gang members would never come in handy?"
In response, Hiro received a light slap across the back of his head. "Knucklehead."
"Nerd."
"Get a room, guys. Where are you?"
"Well, we're botfighting. Where do you think?"
"We'll be there in a moment. I have to help Honey Lemon out of this bush."
"Two bots enter: One bot leaves."
"Have you considered what will happen after the battle? Everyone here seems to have some sort of personal vendetta against you."
"Not me. Twilight. Or rather, the Big Hero 7. They don't like us, Tadashi."
"No kidding."
"Ready?" The voice of a young woman in fishnet stockings and a shorter skirt carried over the howls for the brothers' blood, yet only vaguely piercing the haze that had settled over the younger.
"You have your darts ready in case this goes south?"
"Of course."
"Set?"
Suddenly, a cold sweat broke out, an icy tingle running down Hiro's back. Oh. Oh, no.
"Go!"
Within moments, the young Fujita's bot became charged with electricity, sparks trailing from where it's sharp blades touched the floor. And for the first time since Hiro had started botfighting, he was worried.
"Hey."
The teenager's cognac eyes shot up to meet deep russet, concerned and devoid of all previous anger.
"Breathe."
The sparks came closer as the sinister bot came closer, suddenly looking very dangerous.
Hiro took a deep breath.
"Sukobot…"
He looked up for his brother's approval, and allowed himself a small smirk as Tadashi nodded.
"Destroy."
In response to the awakening command, the dark servos morphed, twisting, separating, becoming millions of tiny, microscopic versions of the larger pieces.
Nanobots.
The tiny pieces rubbed against each other, the friction and electricity already coursing through each bot and connecting to the next letting the oxygen around each little bot become consumed by heat
But of course, the onlookers didn't see that. They saw millions of tiny robots becoming a sinister figure, thin limbs protruding from the main body of the mass, until it developed sharp spines down its back and caught fire.
"There is a reason I named it Sukobot, brother mine."
The Fujita's jaw almost hit the ground as she registered the flaming mass of black, then let the blades in her robot twirl skillfully. "Right. Let's do this. I'm getting that identity, Glitch."
"In your dreams," Hiro snarled in response.
The black mass of nanobots threw an arm out, long spindly fingertips hardening into hard, razor sharp needle-points. It pulled the needles in front of it's face-if it would be called a face-and something that sounded vaguely like a growl emitted from the mass. The black spines suddenly disconnected from the mass it was connected to as the robot threw a hand out, needles sinking into metal. The spiked robot stumbled in its circling the sinister figure, then returned, moving just ever so slightly faster.
As the robot continued its circling, Hiro's lips curled into a confused frown. What is it-?
Before the thought was finished, Honey Lemon and GoGo skated up to the arena to watch a single spiked arm shoot out to strike the mass of nanobots, and the entire robot collapsed into a small pile of black ashes.
The entire room froze in shock, Hiro not least of them.
I… I lost.
The younger Hamada's head immediately swiveled to look at his older brother, whose jaw was on the floor with shock-metaphorically of course, because that is not physically possible.
"You… You just…?"
GoGo was equally as shocked, but then instantly nudged Honey Lemon and gestured to the parasol. Honey Lemon nodded in understanding, then slowly leaned down to pluck a small sphere from her skate.
"Well? I'm waiting."
Tadashi and Hiro looked at each other uneasily, then the younger ran a hand through his hair again.
"Put on your masks. Then, on my mark, attack."
Hiro slowly got up, smiling to himself as a white hockey mask slid over his scars. He didn't have the time to see if Honey and GoGo were doing the same, when he walked over to the Fujita with his heart pounding.
Here goes.
The Fujita smirked and stood up, walking to meet him at the center of the arena. Hiro gestured to the hair by his ear, and she moved her own hair away so as to keep her hearing intact. He leaned in, tilting his head just so, and allowed himself a small smirk at her unsuspecting expression.
"It's me. Surprise."
The unsuspecting expression vanished, and Hiro took a step back to admire the complete and utter shock.
Then he punched her in the face.
Almost instantly, the entire room erupted into chaos. Thugs and more Fujitas moved to protect the young woman with the black eye, while Tadashi pulled out five small energy darts in quick succession. Two, three, four of their attackers went down, and two more fell to the floor as ice coated the ground. Yet another fell as razor-sharp electromag disks sliced through his Achilles Tendon.
Hiro felt someone grab his wrist, and spun to kick them in the shins-no, don't laugh, that boy had on freaking combat boots, and his kicks hurt-but stopped when he saw a familiar white hockey mask. He let himself be dragged away from the fighting, and winced when he heard "Get them! They're part of the Big Hero 7!"
"Hiro, I swear, if we die because of this-"
"We're not going to die, Tadashi."
"I find that somewhat hard to believe, because you also said that this plan would work." Tadashi made a point of looking around dramatically. "I'm not seeing much success anywhere… Unless you're hiding it?"
"Shut up."
"Is it hidden somewhere underneath that huge trenchcoat?"
"Shut up, Tadashi."
The elder Hamada sighed, then fell silent as he heard a large explosion that could only have been one of Honey Lemon's chemical bombs. Hiro pressed the button on the side of his comlink, forcing himself not to shout.
"Baymax! Backup, now!"
"I am currently on my way, Hiro. Will you be requiring medical assistance?"
"Nah, bud, we're good."
"The timbre of your voice and the fact that you are breathing very hard implies otherwise. Are you in the middle of a stressful event?"
Hiro wanted to hit his head against a wall for a moment that probably lasted longer than it should have. "Yes, Baymax. I am."
"Understood. I will bring gummy bears."
Before Hiro could reply to the somewhat bizarre comment, he felt himself shoved from behind, and lay sprawled across the concrete.
"Who would have thought that our little Glitch was in fact the leader of the Big Hero 7? Although, really…" The younger Hamada turned over to get a better glimpse of his attacker, wincing as Tadashi helped him to his feet.
The young Fujita who had somehow managed to beat him-him!-in a botfight stood with a jaunty smirk written across her lips. "We should have guessed it a while ago. That Sukobot does resemble Twilight's microbots."
"How did you even beat the nanobots?!" This comment came from a much surprised Tadashi, eyes wide in disbelief. "I mean, shouldn't they have just reformed…?"
"They would have, yes," the Fujita replied, her smile never diminishing as two of her team mates, looking very much roughed-up, skated to her side. "Luckily, our benefactor made us a bot that emits EMPs."
The brothers exchanged a brief glance behind their hockey masks of Are you freaking kidding me why didn't you think of that Hiro and Well most of these people are idiots how was I supposed to know that someone actually had some semblance of intelligence and so forth.
"So…" The young woman to their first opponent's right had a soft lilt to her voice, a purr that make a shiver run down Hiro's spine. "If you're Twilight… Then this here must be Eclipse? And I'm assuming that Razor and Cam are Comet and Dewdrop."
"So you're not a complete moron, then," the teenager all but snarled. "Then you know that you're not getting out of this without us figuring out the Fujitas' hideout."
"Oh, I think we are," the first one replied. "And I think you're coming with us, Glitch."
Before either of them could react, her hand reached out to grab the younger's wrist, twisting it until he cried out in pain, pulling him to his knees in front of her. Almost instantly, Tadashi moved to stop them but froze as a blade was pressed to his brother's throat.
"One more step and he dies."
Time slowed to a halt as both parties waited for the other to make a move, then Tadashi allowed himself a small smirk underneath his mask.
Bad move.
He slowly took off his leather gloves, revealing two large bangles that tightened into armbands as soon as he pressed a button. Within seconds, a small chamber opened up, and twin snakes of barbed metal wire slithered out, hissing.
"N-Nii-chan? What-"
"Put him down, or you'll live to regret it."
"Eclipse, we took those out for a reason-" Hiro was cut off as the blade nipped at the skin of his throat, and fell silent, praying that his captors would do the smart thing.
Unfortunately, they were not as intelligent as the brothers had previously assumed. "Make us."
"I was rather hoping you'd say that." The wire stopped it's hissing as the six foot long whips came to their end. Tadashi casually flicked his wrists, tilting his head with a purely sinister look in his eye that their attackers couldn't see through the mask.
And then the whips glowed with fire.
"Go on, have a go… If you think you're hard enough."
Before the first Fujita could even react, her knife hand had a barbed, flaming whip wrapped around it. She let out a sharp scream, dropping the blade, before she was pulled to her knees. Not one to waste opportunity, Hiro hastily scrambled to his feet and went to stand by his brother. The whip loosened and the flames vanished.
As the remaining two women quickly glanced at each other and bolted, the first clutched her burnt and bleeding wrist to her stomach, sobbing in pain. She wasn't even able to quickly react as the elder Hamada knelt beside her and looked her hard in the face.
"Now tell me. Where is the hideout?"
Still blubbering, it took the Fujita several seconds before she could even stammer out an answer.
"B-Behind- Behind Warehouse Number Five. Down by the docks."
"Thank you." Tadashi got to his feet, gently taking Hiro's wrist and taking note of how he winced. "C'mon, Twilight, we have a hideout to raid."
As they reached the door and the fighting began to quiet down just slightly, two figures skated out the door in front of them, skidding to a halt.
"What happened to Hiro?"
"Long story. We know where the hideout is."
GoGo only nodded in response, smiling as Baymax finally landed in front of the building.
"The authorities have been contacted."
"And good timing, too," Tadashi replied quietly, looking back at a redhead-Isn't that Hiro's friend Koji?-run out of the building with a long gash across his forehead. He tried to ignore the look of complete betrayal cast in their direction as Hiro was hoisted onto the robot, then clambered up beside him. "Things are getting a little out of hand here."
As soon as they were out of sight and earshot, Hiro quickly reached up to take off the mask. "Tadashi, what was that?"
"They were flame whips. You designed them, remember?" Tadashi looked around, trying to avoid the clarifying of the question, but to no avail.
"You know what I mean. You just… snapped. That wasn't you, 'Dashi. What happened?"
There was a silence as the elder Hamada looked very closely at one of the plates of Baymax's armor, then looked up, taking off the white hockey mask as well. "What happened was that I lost you once, and I don't intend to let that happen again."
Frustration welled up in Hiro's chest, and he almost shouted at his brother. "If that Fujita hadn't backed off immediately, you would have killed her!"
"Maybe she shouldn't have threatened my family," Tadashi all but whispered. Then, he shook his head and turned away, refusing to look at the teenager. "This conversation is over, Hiro."
"We're supposed to be the good guys! We can't just go around-"
"I said, this conversation is over."
Suddenly faltering at the stern tone of voice that he had never once heard from his older brother, Hiro fell silent, instead looking down at his sprained wrist and letting his uninjured hand reach up to touch his throat.
I don't think it is, Tadashi. I'm not going to let this slide so easily.
[Okay, I have to get to sleep on time tonight, so I'll keep the headcanons minimal:
-Tadashi always keeps a slightly smaller and more deadly version of the flame whips on him... Just in case.
-Baymax's Superhero Name is Boulder.]
[I'm sorry for the shortness! It's late and I need to sleep... Oblivious Out~!]
