Hello! It's been more than a week w, I actually update once every week u v u. Right now, I have two current fanfictions, my DP fic A Grasp at a Distant Memory, and this. Right now my DP fic is my priority because the story's in the climax right now, I guess, but I'll still give attention to this one though! I love Baymax, Tadashi and Hiro so much, you know.
Please enjoy the very first chapte . I'm going to switch between POVs to experiment on my writing style.
Read and review please!
Project: Baymax
Chapter 1: Two Separate Worlds
®® - Big Hero 6 belongs to Disney/Marvel. - ®®
Tadashi's POV
I managed to unscrew a pesky bolt from Baymax's inner machineries, and it took me a good hour. Stupid me, screwing that myself then being unable to unscrew it. Next time I'm going to invent self-unscrewing screws with passwords.
Tinkering with the wires, I managed to spark one of the inner circuits into life, giving myself an internal cheer. There's still five other broken ones, and two others that are still not functioning, but those can be taken care of soo—
I dropped my wrench when my ringtone played, and it dropped on my foot. Ouch! That hurts so much! I reached the phone with my left hand, while nursing my sore foot with the other. Hissing ever so slightly, I pressed the answer button, as a familiar shouting voice filled my ears.
"TADASHI MIYAMOTO, IT'S ALREADY 11 IN THE NIGHT! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, DINNER'S COLD ALREADY! YOU DON'T EVEN SEND AN SMS, WE'RE GETTING WORRIED RIGHT HERE! YOU KNOW I-"
"Aunt Hana, calm down." I chuckled lightly. "I just happened to fix some of Baymax's malfunction, and it took me hours. Don't worry though, I'm planning to go home right now."
"YES. GO HOME ALREADY, YOUNG MAN. IF YOU'RE STILL NOT HERE AT MIDNIGHT, I'M GOING TO SEND MY DRIVER TO FETCH YOU THERE."
"Ok, I will." I said as I hung up, not wanting my ears to be assaulted with Aunt Hana's sermon. I'm sure to get another one home, anyway.
I stole a last glance at Baymax, pretty contented with what I did today. Tomorrow will be another day for his program development. Would my parents and Hiro be happy with my progress? I hope so.
I locked my office, and went to the motor I got from my foster parents on my last birthday, revving the motors awake.
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Hiro's POV
"Come back here, you little brat!" I barely heard the goons from a distance, as I slid under one of their backup's arms in front of me. Having a small stature has some kind of advantages too, but I do wish I have longer legs so I can run faster. Yesterday I almost got grabbed by the hood, but luckily I pulled away. I wonder how long will my luck go. One day I'm gonna end up in a wooden box and stuffed below the ground. If I'm lucky enough to get a coffin, that is.
Their shouts are getting more and more muffled, and a relief went through my racing heart. I'm kinda safe from this distance, I think. Turning left to a narrower path, I went through it and saw the nearby road. That's when I released a huge sigh of relief.
Not long after I was walking, I heard the police sirens from the distance. I almost felt sorry for them, but I do the same thing anyway. Except that I don't beat the shit out of underaged kids if they lose. Well, I guess they kind of deserve it. And I won't be going to jail anyway.
Deciding that I might encounter Yama again, and knowing him, he'll probably surrender me to the police, I went on my way home, heh, Hiro Hamada, you seriously call that a home? I pulled my hood up as I went on my way.
Around 30 minutes of walking, I reached my destination, the abandoned warehouse nearby San Fransokyo's bot-fighting district. It's a bit near danger, but all I need to do is keep my hideout concealed and I'll be ok. After all, I don't have a choice, right? I still remember when my home was burnt down by fire, together with Baymax and my mother. I still feel bad for leaving her, but I can't seem to disobey her wishes.
I wonder where my father and brother is, though. Most of my memories are blurry, and I don't even remember their faces that much. Who could blame me though? I'm three when it happened! I mean, it's already been 10, no, 11 years when the house went down. It's a miracle I can still remember some parts. I wonder where the other members of my family are, though. Are they ok? Are they still alive? Do they even know I'm still alive?
I happened to grab an all-too familiar green card that was probably one of my last memories about Baymax, the fluffy robot that was always following me when I was still a happy and carefree young kid.
The carved 'Tomeo Hamada' was still there, looking as if nothing happened to Baymax.
"So this is Baymax's Heart…"
A/N: Why is everything I wrote this week kind of short!? D:
Forgive me though, maybe I'm experiencing a bit of a writer's block. I did write a lot of other things last week anyway. If I find myself experiencing the same thing next week, I'd probably take a break. I just want to create longer chapters. /cri
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