Hey guys; thank you all who have been reading this story and have been patient with the slow updates. I also appreciate every comment you guys have given me and it warms my heart that you guys enjoy this story. To answer one of your questions: yes, Hiro is alive and I hope this chapter does justice to explain what happened to Hiro and the parents. Please, without further notice, God bless you all, and may Christ be with you all: please enjoy.
Tadashi didn't grieve.
He didn't grieve when his aunt got the call that night ten years ago. He didn't grieve as his aunt hugged him, unable to form coherent sentences about what became of his parents. He didn't grieve at their funerals and he especially did not grieve as his brother laid in that clammy hospital bed, connected to countless machines just to stay on the earth.
Tadashi never grieved.
He just lived in regret.
It's pretty amazing how the lack of acknowledging our own sorrow can drive us to the brink of insanity. Not allowing ourselves to feel the sting of loss, drives us to our own demise. We can spend our whole lives trying to make up for our mistakes. Throw our whole lot in the gamble of life, trying to make amends for the things we said and did but that's like chasing the wind, isn't it?
Useless.
Trying to gain forgiveness is useless.
That's why Christ came because only He could be the atonement we all need, especially when we can't take back what we've done. If Tadashi Hamada knew that, I wonder if he would have beat himself up so much? Perhaps he would have visited Hiro more, talked with him more, said sorry to the boy instead of trying to catch the green light?
Sorry can go a long way, you know.
But unable to let the past go, and now feeling that guilt return with vengeance, Tadashi was more than determined to take his brother back from the yokai. On the island sat an abandoned facility deemed uninhabitable due to toxins. The gang flew on Baymax and tried their best to be quiet (which didn't work out well.)
They attacked a seagull out of nerves and Fred ended up making his own theme song. If Tadashi allowed himself to, he would slap his friends and then himself. All their training and they never touched on stealth.
It was too late to back down, however. Plus, Callaghan knew they were there. A robotic professor wouldn't go to a secret base and not put up sensors. He learned from his students' 'visit' last time. He had hoped they gotten the message that night but he was wrong.
Wordlessly, he lifted his captive, and hid in the crevice of debris, out of sight.
Hiro was, in plain terms, off and searching through the database of Christ hospital. He found the documents, proving the professor right. As he went through the files and pictures, memories trickled past the walls Tadashi coded. He could see the back of his mother's and father's head. They were talking about Tadashi but Hiro couldn't quite make out what they were saying over the whimpers.
Who was whimpering?
As soon as that question crossed his mind, his chest began hurting. It was him, whimpering, asking his mother, "Why does dashi hate me?"
"He doesn't hate you, sweetie." His mother soothed, looking back at her youngest. Beauty wasn't a word, Hiro used to describe her. She was unearthly with a supernatural glow around her. Her appearance surpassed beauty and entered angelically.
"Dashi is just being a big brother, Hiro." His father added, driving the car. "All big brothers aren't so understanding of their younger ones. He does love you though." Mr. Hamada mirrored Tadashi but he wore glasses and the smile was hurt but genuine. He was a man who loved his children deeply - both of them. He only wished that his older son knew it.
It was the first time Hiro saw his parents or remembered vividly what they looked like. He's always had dreams - distorted blurs of faces, morphed in with blaring splotches of red and blue. When he'd awoken, those hazy images would disappear too.
Hiro wanted to ask them so many things but all that came out was the words his child self already said. "If I wasn't born, Dashi wouldn't hurt." He wouldn't have gotten blamed for this.
That was the last thing any of them heard that evening. It took only a second - a little glance off of the road. Next, Hiro saw blaring headlights up above before he felt the collision. Pieces of the glass dug into his arm and face but the older hiro felt nothing. His subconscious left the younger body and he watched everything as if he was a fly on the wall.
The collision was head-on. A speeding SUV had swerved into their lane with no intention of slowing down. Mr. Hamada had glanced back to scold his son that death was nothing to wish on oneself. Tragically, it was the accident that spoke for him.
The scene blurred in and out of darkness and the boy found himself standing in the middle of the road as paramedics rushed to the scene. They carried his mother out of the passenger's seat - she struggled to breathe. Even so, she called out for her child - begging for him to be ok.
His father died on impact. His head was rolled back, eyes opened and unresponsive. Little Hiro sat behind his dad when the crash happened. His head slammed into the window, creating a concussion. The metal had punctured his body but he couldn't feel it. His eyes remained fixated on his dad's. Firefighters were on the scene, and they had to break the car door and cut the seatbelt that dug itself into his neck.
He was rushed to the hospital with his mother but she didn't make it. She lost too much blood. Her only prayer was for God to look after her boys; to heal them from the pain she knew they would feel.
Hiro went in and out of consciousness. He saw many faces; felt the tube they stuck down his throat. He felt the hands constantly touching him - the surgery and stitches. Every time a flashlight shined in his eyes, he wanted to say "stop!" but was unable to speak.
The last face he's seen before slipping into a coma was his aunt Cass. Tears were staining her usually cheerful face. She spoke to him but he couldn't make out her words either. Her hand held his, being mindful of the wires and cuts. "I love you, Hiro." She said, over and over again. "We're here for you...Tadashi and I are right here."
But he never saw Tadashi.
He couldn't even hear him.
Hiro blinked and the scene thankfully changed along with it. It was the last scene; the last secret his brother kept from him. In this one, Hiro was ten. He had been declared a vegetable; dead inside though physically he could breathe on his own now. Everything was dark but he could hear clearly. Tadashi had come today, something he stopped hoping for at the age of six.
The older brother rambled about figuring out a way to fix them - to give Hiro his life back. He called it a restart and promised that this time, he'll be everything to Hiro. He'll be the best brother and take away all the sadness. As Tadashi talked, Hiro felt something being fitted to his head.
His stomach dropped.
He tried waking up, tried moving, tried telling his brother not to do it.
But he was powerless and Tadashi turned it on.
That was when Hiro came back to the present; Back to his captivity with yokai.
Back in the torn facility, Tadashi had Callaghan pinned. The team managed to knock off the transmitter, setting the bots, as well as Hiro, free from the professor's control. Seeing the story unfold, Callaghan was no longer the only monster now. Tadashi was the menace and Hiro was frozen in fear as his older brother took out Baymax's medical disk, against the robot's protest, and turned him into a killing machine.
"Destroy him."