A pair of dark brown eyes opened.

"Where… am I?"

The figure sat upright, and felt his head pounding with so much intensity. He closed his eyes once more, and held the sides of his head to ease the pain. When the pounding ceased, he opened up his eyes, stood on his feet, and observed his surroundings.

He was in a large room with tools that littered the floor and machines that were plugged up against the walls. He recognized this place all too well.

It was the lab at the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology.

He was confused and wondered how he got there in the first place, but all thoughts of it were interrupted when he heard a heavy sigh behind him. He turned around, and couldn't help but smile when he saw who it was.

"Wasabi!" he exclaimed.

By the looks of it, Wasabi had just finished fixing up his laser poles. The figure was confused as to how his friend didn't hear him despite how loud he called out to him, but paid no mind. Wasabi was probably too invested in his thoughts on how to make his project perfect.

He watched as Wasabi turned off his laser poles, and slumped a backpack over his shoulder.

"Hey, Wasabi!" he tried again, but his friend didn't even look up. He continued walking towards him. He laughed, "Nice try. I know you can hear me."

He just continued walking, head hung low.

"Uh, hello? Wasabi, it's me-"

His eyes suddenly widened, and he gasped.

He quickly turned around and watched in complete shock as Wasabi exited through the doors.

"What… what's happening?" he asked out loud in a shaky voice. He looked down at his trembling hands. "Wasabi… He… He…"

"He went right through me."


Different Angles

Part One

The Definition Of Perfection

Wasabi.


"So, I'm…" Tadashi Hamada clenched his fists. "Dead."

He refused to believe it. He rushed out the door to catch up to his best friend. He sprinted down the stairs and ran through walls, and finally caught up to him. He followed Wasabi around campus, and all the way up to his parked car. He took a seat in the back, but Wasabi obviously didn't know about his presence- or lack thereof.

Wasabi drove all the way to a supermarket, and entered through the automatic doors. Tadashi walked right through them because those doors didn't open for spirits, for guardians, or for whatever the hell he was. They didn't open for thin air.

He walked down the aisles alongside his best friend. Wasabi stopped in front of the baking section, and grabbed one of the boxes of cake mix on the shelves.

"Red velvet," Tadashi and Wasabi said at the same time.

"My favorite."

"His favorite."


Tadashi sat shotgun in Wasabi's car, who drove them (in Wasabi's point of view, himself) home. They entered through the doors, and Tadashi watched as Wasabi took out a bunch of baking materials and ingredients. Pots, pans, milk, water, eggs and other things were placed on the table.

Tadashi watched his friend bake the whole cake with so much precision, down from the tiniest grain of sugar to the smallest drop of milk, and it looked absolutely perfect when it came out of the oven.

But Wasabi just stared at the dessert with dead eyes.

"It isn't perfect."

He left the cake sitting on top of the table, and walked up to his bedroom.

Tadashi sat himself down on the table and tried to eat a slice. But the fork, the plates, the cake; they refused to be moved. He frowned; of course he couldn't eat. He didn't need to.


"GoGo, this is the fifth time you've used my tools without my permission!" Wasabi scolded, his hands on his hips, face red with anger and frustration.

"Why do you always take things without permission?" Tadashi asked GoGo, but she of course didn't hear him. She answered Wasabi's question instead, making Tadashi frown.

She merely rolled her eyes and pulled down her safety glasses, "Whoops, must've slipped my mind." Despite the fact that he was siding with Wasabi on this one, he laughed. She's never going to change.

"Need I remind you that I have a project that is due tomorrow, and I've spent nearly thirty minutes looking for the tool that is in your hand?!" Wasabi screeched, his voice going an octave higher as his sentence went on.

She looked down at the tool, then back up at him, "Your point?"

Before Wasabi could pull out his dreadlocks, he stormed into a familiar study lab, twisted around and shut the door with much force. Tadashi walked past the closed door, and walked around his messy study lab.

"Tadashi, I'm gonna have to borrow some tools from you again," Wasabi said as he glared at the door. Tadashi's eyes widened. "GoGo borrowed my things without asking-"

"You can see me?!" Tadashi yelled as if he was Jack Frost, and someone finally believed in him and was able to see him.

Wasabi slowly turned his head around, and Tadashi's smile fell and his heart wrenched when he saw the look in his friend's eyes. Wasabi saw the lab, and the lab only. He saw the red notebooks piled up on the desk and the failed prototypes scattered all over the floor, but he couldn't see the person to whom the room belonged to.

"I'm here," Tadashi whispered in vain. "I'm here…"

Wasabi turned back to the door, and pressed his forehead against it. "Right…" he muttered.

He quietly opened the door, and walked back to his working station with heavy steps. Tadashi helplessly followed behind. GoGo stood at Wasabi's station, waiting for him.

"Quit making such a big deal about it. Here, I'll work on something else until you finish up," she said, holding out the tool for him to take.

Instead of taking it, he gently pushed it towards her, and walked out of the room, leaving behind a confused GoGo and a broken Tadashi.


The next day, Tadashi entered the SFIT lab and found Wasabi inside his study lab.

"What's he doing in there?" he asked himself, and walked through the doors of his former study space. Inside, he found Wasabi cleaning up the mess he left before his death.

"M before P, A before E, and C before H," Wasabi muttered quietly as he alphabetized Tadashi's library. Tadashi laughed; this reminded him of the time Wasabi cleaned up his room. He watched as his perfectionist of a friend cleaned and re-organized his entire room.

But perfectionists were never satisfied with their word, and Wasabi left once again muttering, "It isn't perfect."

"Hey, don't beat yourself up; it is perfect," Tadashi laughed, and tried to place a hand on Wasabi shoulder. But it was useless because Wasabi couldn't feel it.


After he watched his friends and family mourn over his death, and watched his friends and little brother become a superhero group called the Big Hero 6, Tadashi found himself sitting in the back of Wasabi's car once again. But this time, GoGo was the one driving because Wasabi had gotten injured after a mission, and no one else was able to drive him home besides GoGo.

They argued, they yelled.

"I got my family into a car crash when I first started driving."

Tadashi's eyes widened. "You never told me that."

"…I see," was all GoGo could say. She stopped the car when the red light shone, and gripped the wheel tightly. "Sorry for yelling at you. I didn't know."

"It's all right."

"It was nice hearing that, though. Shows how much you care about all of us."

"Yeah."

The light turned green, and when GoGo stepped on the accelerator, both Tadashi and Wasabi smiled because GoGo didn't floor it like she normally would.

Upon arriving home, GoGo and Tadashi both helped Wasabi into his home. Tadashi knew his efforts were useless, but he didn't care. He wanted to help anyway.

GoGo left shortly after, and it was now just the two of them. Wasabi walked down the hall and into his kitchen with the help of his crutches, and prepared his baking material. Tadashi walked into the room and sat on an empty chair.

Wasabi decided to bake another red velvet cake that evening. When the oven made a beep, signifying that it was fully baked, Wasabi pulled the cake out.

Tadashi sniffed the air, "Wish I could eat it. Smells and looks delicious, like always. Good job, Wasabi."

The perfectionist sat himself down and held two plates with a slice of cake in each. He placed one in front of him, and one in front of an empty space, which just so happened to be where Tadashi was.

Tadashi's eyes widened. "What…?"

Wasabi looked up, and smiled in his direction, as if he knew he was there, and said, "This time…"

"It's perfect."


A/N: Part one of seven.

Tadashi's back, not alive, but as a spirit, a guardian, I guess you could say. He's been watching over his friends and family the whole time after he died in the fire. Loosely inspired by Rise of the Guardians.

IT WAS THE ONLY WAY I COULD CONNECT ALL ONESHOTS THAT'S WHY I COULDN'T MAKE A MIRACULOUS RECOVERY FINALE THING BECAUSE SOME OF THE ONESHOTS WERE LIKE "FIVE YEARS LATER" AND "THEY VISIT TADASHI'S GRAVE" AND HIM BEING IN A COMA FOR LIKE FIVE YEARS DOESN'T SOUND VERY GOOD OR LIKE HIM BEING ALIVE AND HIDING FOR LIKE FIVE YEARS IS… NO. IT WOULD RUIN THE WHOLE FEELS THING Different Angles HAS SO FAR. ;A;

(Any questions? They'll be answered in the final chapter!)

List of references:
Oneshot 27: Simple Road Laws
Oneshot 29: Out Of Place
Oneshot 34: Red Velvet Cake
Oneshot 47: Empty Space

THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING. :'D