Chapter 9: Enter the Yokai

(A/N) Well I got super excited when wanting to write the end of this chapter, for reasons that will be later explained. Before the story starts, I want to show you guys something. If anyone's interested in the forums on this site, I found a really cool one for BH6. It's one of those types of Canon claiming deals where you pick a character from the movie and we RP. If any of you are interested, i'll give you the page where this one is located. forum/Big-Hero-6-The-Years-to-Come/181959/

It's really cool. And it's a newer one, so the moderator actually checks up more often. It's just if you guys are interested. Anyways, on to more illegal activities!

Tadashi had walked twelve whole blocks away from the highway, and was now at the entrance of the port. He had heard sirens in the distance, but they were most likely just from the police checking out the explosion.

Tadashi had hoped his friends had made it out okay. Gogo would probably be fine if the police found her. She was a good liar. But you could tell when the rest were lying. Wasabi sweat enough to fill a pool, Honey Lemon would usually give in to pressure, and Fred made up scenarios you could tell were fake. He had once told Tadashi that he needed to borrow cash because aliens abducted his mother and he needed five dollars for ransom money.

This was an awful idea.

He walked through the port, and there weren't that many workers today. He was able to make it back to the warehouse without being spotted by anyone, and when he arrived, Honey Lemon and Wasabi were already there with Mr.S in the back room.

"You fuckin' did it!" Mr.S yelled with joy as Tadashi walked into the room. "I'll admit, I wasnt too sure about you and your team at first, but you really pulled it off."

"Yeah," Tadashi said as he dropped his backpack on the table, "no thanks to you."

"Well I planned the whole thing didn't I?"

"Yeah, you planned it, and we almost got caught." Tadashi was pissed now that he had thought about how wrong this all could've gone. "You said that we would have enough time to get all of the boxes, but when we were on the fifth one, we heard sirens. The cops were closer than you thought."

Mr.S just stood there surprised. "You only grabbed five boxes of money?" Had he heard what Tadashi had said.

"That's on you," Tadashi said. "And no, we didn't get five boxes. We got four. One of them only had a stupid gun in it."

"I know that. I told you to get it."

Tadashi was confused. "What? No you didn't."

"I didn't? I didn't tell you that the box number four rows down from the top of the list had a gun in it?"

Tadashi lifted up his arms in exasperation. "No."

"So you didn't get it?"

"Oh I got it. I had a feeling." Tadashi reached into his bag and pulled out the antique pistol. He tossed it Mr.S's direction, causing him to almost drop it.

"Wow," Mr.S said as he was examining the gun. "This thing doesn't have a scratch on it."

"Why exactly did we need to get that?" Wasabi asked.

"Well," Mr.S set the gun down on the table, "I have associates who do favors for me from time to time. Sometimes, these associates will get upset with something I say or do, and they'll want payback. A couple of weeks ago, my house was robbed by said angered associates, and one of the stolen items was this gun."

"What is it an antique or something?" Honey Lemon asked.

"It is. It belonged to my great grandfather who stole it from a Japanese soldier he had arrested in World War Two. It was like a trophy to him. It's a family heirloom, and the thieves thought they could make good money off of it. If I were them I would've just kept it. This thing still works pretty well."

Mr.S pointed the gun at Tadashi's head, and playfully went, "Pew pew."

"Whoa watch it!" Tadashi yelled.

"Relax," Mr.S chuckled. "It's not loaded… well it's loaded, but it's not cocked. Anyway, the thieves hid the gun in that deposit box until they could sell it on ebay or something."

"You pointed a loaded gun at my head?"

"Oh quit being a baby."

Pretty soon, Gogo and Fred came walking through the door with their backpacks filled with money.

"Alright then," Mr.S began. "Let's get down to business. Empty the bags onto the table."

They did what he asked, and they all poured their money onto the metal table without any falling off. Tadashi stared at it with a mixed sense of pride and confusion. He had gotten the money, and he had gotten it without being caught. But now he needed to figure out a way to use it to pay for Hiro's medical bills. Maybe he could pay anonymously. But then it would be pretty obvious where the stolen money from the bank went.

"So," Tadashi said staring at all the money piled on the table, "how are we gonna split this up?"

His friends looked at each other, and then they all looked to him.

"We're not splitting it up," Gogo said as she was leaning with her hands on the table.

Had he heard her correctly? "What?"

"It's all yours man," Fred said.

He couldn't believe what his friends were saying. "But… you guys robbed this too. It's just as much yours as it is mine-"

"Tadashi," Wasabi stopped him, "do you remember why we did this?"

"Well i'm pretty sure Gogo did it because she was hoping to see me fuck up."

"And I did see that, so it all worked out," Gogo said with a smile.

"We did this to help you," Honey Lemon said. "We all agreed, before we did this, that all the money would be going to you-"

"Stop right there," Tadasi said as he put his hand up, pinching the bridge of his his nose. "I had a feeling you guys would try something like this. I'm not taking all of this. You all took a big risk, and I made it even riskier by screwing up."

"Wait, what's this about screwing up-" Mr.s didn't finish.

"I'm not leaving here until you guys take a fair cut of the money."

"Tadashi are you kidding me?" Gogo said. "I've never seen a person try so hard not to make money."

"Say what you want Gogo, but you guys are getting this money one way or another."

Honey Lemon crossed her arms. "Then think of it this way. We're not doing this to help you. We're doing it for your family."

Tadashi's eyes were locked on Honey Lemon.

"You said that you were doing this for," Honey Lemon continued, "so were helping your Aunt Cass and Hiro by using this money to pay for Hiro's surgery."

Tadashi looked to his friends, and then to the money. "You guys really aren't going to take any of this, are you?"

"Take it Tadashi," Wasabi said. "Help your family."

Tadashi didn't know what to say. He expected his friends to take most of the money for screwing up the way he did, and putting them all at risk the way he did. But now, here they all were, trying to convince him into taking all of the money. He knew he would feel bad doing so, but his friends would most likely feel bad if they took any of it.

Once again, Tadashi stared at the money, and he let out a sigh. "Thanks guys," he said. "This… this means a lot to me-"

"Alright, so Tadashi is the only one getting money," Mr.S interrupted. "Glad we got that sorted out."

"So what now?" Fred asked.

"Now, since, you probably didn't get all the money you needed, i'll begin working on the Krei Bank job. In the meantime, you need to keep your heads down and don't draw any suspicion to yourselves."

"What should I do with the money?" Tadashi asked

"Well, since you'd probably rather leave it in the dumpster than have me watch it-"

"Hey, he can get stuff right," Tadashi teased.

"Yeah yeah. Anyway, you better put it somewhere no one would look. Somewhere where a duffel bag full of cash wouldn't stick out. Somewhere that this money will stay safe."

Tadashi racked his brain on where to put that money. There was only one place he could think of that fit that description.


He hid it under his bed.

He had left the port and went straight home, as did the rest of his team. Luckily Aunt Cass was at a book club at a friends house, so it was easy for him to slip in with two duffel bags full of cash. He rushed upstairs and slid both of them under his bed.

It wasn't perfect, but it was the only place he could think of.

It was the one room in the house where no one else entered. Aunt Cass never went in there, and Hiro was in the hospital. He didn't tell Mr.S where he was putting the money, all he said was that no one would look there.

Tadashi walked to the other side of the room, and stared at his bed the way any normal person would. In the event someone did come up here, he wanted to make sure that nothing looked suspicious or out of place.

Everything looked fine, and if someone saw the bags, that all they would think they were. Bags.

Tadashi slumped down on his bed and sighed. He had to be dreaming. There was no way there were thousands of dollars under him right now. But no matter how many times he told himself there was no way, he knew that this had happened. He robbed a bank, and there was no taking that back.

And he would have to do it again.

As Tadashi was half asleep on his bed deep in thought, his phone rang, causing him to jump. He reached for his phone in his pocket to see who it was. It was Gogo. Tadashi answered the call

"What's up?" he said a bit groggy.

"Hey, so this was Honey Lemon's idea," Gogo said. "She thought we should all go out and celebrate."

"Celebrate?"

"Yeah, because of… that thing we did."

He knew she meant the robbery. She wa smart for not mentioning it over the phone.

"You know, that's not something people usually celebrate."

"It was Honey Lemon's idea, but I wouldn't mind going out tonight."

Tadashi didn't feel like going out. He was tired, and his body was aching. But for whatever reason, maybe because he felt like hanging out with his friends, he said, "Well sign me up. Where are we going?"

"We're going to Ray's Place. The food there was so good last time."

"Yeah it was. When are we going?"

"Wasabi says he'll pick us up at like six."

"SIx is fine."

"Then i'll see you later." With that, Gogo hung up, leaving Tadashi alone with nothing but his thoughts.

It would be nice to just sit down and have a good time with his friends after all this craziness. Although Tadashi didn't want to go at first, he was beginning to think he was going to enjoy himself.

And he did.


Later that night, Tadashi and his friends went to Ray's Place.

When they arrived, Tadashi had remembered that when he left this restaurant last time, he was abducted.

Hopefully that wouldn't happen again.

They group was seated at a fairly large table. Their weren't as many people as last time, so there were some good tables up for grabs.

"Well guys," Wasabi said while leaning back in his chair, "we did it-"

"Before you continue with that sentence," Tadashi stopped him, "I would like to tell you that it probably wouldn't be a good idea to say what it is we did."

"I'm not stupid. I wouldn't say it here. Fred on the other hand…"

"Hey!" Fred yelled. "I might not know how to keep a secret, but something like this, anybody would keep quiet."

"Maybe we should just stop talking about it," Gogo said. "We came here to just relax, so let's just forget about it just for tonight."

"That might be a little hard," Honey Lemon said, gazing at something.

Tadashi turned in his chair to find what was grabbing Honey Lemon's attention. It was the TV, and as usual, it was turned to the news. Based on Honey Lemon's expression, Tadashi didn't have to watch to figure out what it was about.

The TV screen displayed a female reporter standing in front of the Silent Sparrow Repository, and in the backround, police lights lit up the night.

"I'm standing here at the site of the recently robbed Silent Sparrow Repository," the reporter said. "Just hours ago, this quiet street erupted in panic when four armed criminals forced their way into the back of the repository, and got away with thousands of dollars from five different deposit boxes. The thieves were said to have possessed specially modified weapons that allowed them to take out pursuing police cruisers. Sergeant Gerson, the officer in charge of the investigation, had this to say." Sergeant Gerson was now on the screen on the same location with a microphone pointed at his face.

"Look, this city gets plenty of crimes like this," Gerson said. "All the criminals involved in these crimes all have one thing in common: they always leave evidence behind. We will find these thieves and just like the rest of 'em, they will be put in prison. Now get that thing out of my face. Some of us have jobs that matter."

The reporter continued on what she had to say about the robbery. Mostly just stuff about how they didn't know much at the moment, and that they would stay with that story.

"Well," Fred said. "We're famous."

"Yeah i'm not sure if being hunted down by the SFPD deserves the term 'famous'," Wasabi said."

"What do we do now?" Honey Lemon asked.

"We do what Mr.S said," Gogo said. "We lay low. This doesn't change anything. It's not like we didn't expect the police to be after us."

"Well yeah, but what if they catch us?"

"They wont catch us. We didn't leave anything behind that would lead them to us."

"But what if we did?" Tadashi asked.

"What?"

"I mean, it's impossible not to leave some kind of evidence. If they find something they can use to find us, then we're screwed."

"Eh, you worry too much," Fred said. "Sergeant Gerson knows you pretty well. If they found something related to you, he'd probably just shrug it off."

"I don't think so."

"Look," Gogo said. "If we do get found out, it won't matter if your hiding spot for the money is as good as you said it was."

"Uh… yeah. Nobody would find it where I hid it."

"So then where is it?" Wasabi asked.

"It's… well if the cops come to you guys, it would be bad if you knew where it was. Lie detectors and stuff, you know."

"That makes sense," Honey Lemon said. "But like Gogo said, lets just try to forget about all that stuff tonight."

That was probably for the best. Tadashi didn't want to be worrying all night. But he still had this nagging feeling that everything was about to go wrong. Sure, it all went alright, but how could he know for sure they didn't leave any evidence behind?

The answer is, he didn't


Gerson had dealt with robberies before. He had told reporters that there was nothing to worry about. But in truth, he had never see a robbery pulled off like this one.

The SFPD had the road blocked off with police cruisers so that they could search the area. Luckily everyone there had gotten used to the blinding red and blue lights of the cruisers.

Gerson was walking over to an officer who was watching something on a laptop that was placed on the hood of a cop car.

"What do we got Andy?" Gerson said as he walked over to the officer.

"The only description we're gonna get of these guys is from the people who were in there," the officer replied. "The cameras were hacked, and were playing on a loop." The officer turned the laptop to face Gerson. He watched as the same two people walked into the repository over and over again. "The vault door wasn't opened with force, so they must've unlocked that the same way they got into the cameras.

"Damn," Gerson said with both annoyance and surprise as he watched the screen. "what were the descriptions?"

"The teller said two men, one skinny and tall, and one big and well built went into the vault while a short skinny man, and a tall woman watched over the front. She also said they ran across the street into a white van with an unidentifiable driver."

"So all we got on these guys is that they were either tall or skinny?"

"She also said they were all wearing jackets with a crown logo on them."

"Crown logo?"

"Yes sir."

Gerson began to think. "The Backstreet Kinjus."

"Excuse me sir?"

"They're a gang in the lower part of town. They've robbed convenience stores before. Wouldn't surprise me that they've moved on to banks."

"Sir!" someone yelled from behind Gerson. He turned around to find an officer running toward him.

"What is it Drew?" Gerson asked.

"There's a… there's a man examining the vault."

"Well then get him the hell outta there. The last thing we need is another idiot reporter trying to-"

"He had a badge sir."

Gerson was silent for a moment. "A badge? Thanks Drew, i'll go talk to him."

Gerson walked into the repository which was filled with police officers. A few were asking the teller questions, and the others were going through records on the computers. Gerson walked into the back and into the vault, where only one man stood, inspecting the empty deposit boxes.

He looked like a detective, but he was no one Gerson had ever met. He was dress like the detectives you'd see in Law and Order. He wore a tan trenchcoat over a white long-sleeved shirt with a blue tie. The man looked rather old as well. He had grey hair and looked possibly in his late fifties.

"Uh, excuse me?" Gerson said."Might I ask why-"

"Do you know what was used to cut these locks?" The man asked, running his fingers across one of the box's locks. He probably wasn't even listening to Gerson.

"What?" Gerson was confused. "They used a blowtorch. The metal's all melted. Now who are-"

"Well that can't be right. If they had used a blowtorch, there would be scorch marks. These are clean cuts. and they couldn't have used a drill, or it wouldn't have been as clean."

"Look pal, I don't know who you think you are-"

"And this box didn't even contain any money." The man walked over to another cut deposit box. "According to the records, it contained a gun. Why would criminals come to steal a gun?"

"Like you just said they're criminals. They love getting their hand on weapons."

"Right, but it's to my knowledge that these thieves were using some kind of chemical-based weapons. Were there any casualties?"

"No," Gerson said a bit suspiciously.

"Well hurting or even killing police officers is near impossible when it comes to a job like this. These people didn't want to hurt anyone with real guns, so why take this one?"

"The mind works in mysterious ways, now-"

"Unless it belonged to them. A lot of the cash here was stolen, and i'm willing to bet the same thing about the gun. I'll need its serial number to track the owner-"

"Who are you?!" Gerson yelled, frustrated with how this man was ignoring everything but his presence.

The man slowly turned around to face Gerson, and he walked the same way toward him. He reached into his jacket, and pulled out a small leather object that looked like a wallet. He flipped it open in front of Gerson's face to show that it was a detective's badge.

"My name is Detective Robert Callaghan, and I will be taking over this investigation.


(A/N) Yup, that just happened. I had planned that from the beginning. I hope this satisfies those who were thinking Callaghan had already appeared in the story. It was really satisfying for me to write the part with Callaghan. At first I was going to have Krei be in Gerson's place, and Gerson be in Callaghan's place, but I liked the idea of Krei being in charge of a bank. That's DaydreamDepartment out of your hair! )