Hey guys! Here's your next chapter! This one shot was requested by silverfox02029. Silvie, I'm sorry but Hiro does get hurt too, Dashi is worse though. I just think it's adorable when Hiro gets hurt. And in answer to your question, my sister, Tadashinfj, is really into medicine too, and Baymax really just means a goose egg when he says a hematoma. Thanks for asking!

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TADASHI

"Frick you, Hiro," I muttered as I pulled back the covers of his bed. "Little idiot."

He'd gone bot fighting. Again.

I'd had to rescue him ten times in the past two weeks from sore losers. He'd be fine if he wasn't always so cocky about winning—and maybe if he was older, but that wasn't the point. Eleven years old and a better fighter than the reigning champion of legal bot fighting. They had tournaments in all the Eastern states, but not here, so Hiro settled for gang fights and narrowly escaped arrest every night. So smart, yet so dumb.

I crept down to the garage for my bike, praying Aunt Cass wouldn't hear me and wake up. I'd have to roll the moped out onto the street before starting it up. The first time I'd tried, Aunt Cass had caught me and I had to pretend I'd been sleepwalking. Then I'd had to sneak out later to save Hiro from getting beat up by angry fighters.

I quietly opened the garage door and rolled the moped down the street before hopping on. Hiro had better not have done anything stupid already.

I checked several of Hiro's usual places, which included many suspicious back roads and alleys, but I didn't hear about any bot fights going on there at the moment. Finally I had no choice but to try Good Luck Alley.

I hated it when Hiro went here. It was about the most treacherous bot fighting ring there is, full of the most dangerous fighters in the city. The reason it got its name is for how hard it is to get out alive, especially for a little kid like Hiro.

I rolled the moped to a stop and asked one of the alley's less shady characters, "Hey, which way to the bot fight?"

He jerked his head down a side street. I nodded and took off. I didn't have to worry about asking for a fight that didn't exist, because there was one every night down here.

I knew the fight when I saw it. It was in a huge abandoned old car garage, opening right out into the alley. A thick crowd of fighters and spectators surrounded the ring.

As I pulled up, a flash of movement caught my eye. Near the back of the crowd, a huge bot fighter pushed a young kid against the wall. The kid flinched as the bot fighter shoved him, then cried out when the bigger guy grabbed his hair and slammed his head against the wall.

I knew that voice. That was Hiro.

I pushed through the crowd, mumbling "sorry" and "excuse me" as I went, though bot fighters weren't a very polite crowd. I heard Hiro cry out again and moved faster.

I broke through the sea of people to see a much smaller crowd. The largest fighter, surrounded by several others, was holding Hiro about a foot off the ground. Hiro was tiny in comparison to him.

"Where's the money?" the fighter growled at Hiro.

"I don't have it," Hiro spat back. "I'm freaking eleven."

The fighter slapped Hiro hard across the face, and Hiro whimpered in pain. I felt my fists clench and stepped forward.

"Hey." I tried to sound menacing, but it didn't work the way I had intended. "Get away from him."

The fighter turned toward me, his face twisted into a leer. I tried not to flinch.

"You wanna mess with Yama, kid?" the fighter said, almost jokingly.

I glared at him.

Yama shoved Hiro at the other fighters. "Teach him a lesson. I'll take care of Big Talk here."

I protested, but Yama was a lot bigger than me. He yanked my arms behind my back and held me against his massive chest.

Hiro looked so small and scared against the bot fighters. They had formed a ring around him, shoving him back and forth between them. The fights had dispersed and the alley was quiet now, quiet enough that I could hear Hiro's near-constant whimpers of pain and fear.

"Get on with it, boys," Yama drawled. "I ain't got all night."

I closed my eyes, bracing myself, but it didn't help as the sound of the first punch hit me, immediately followed by Hiro's cry of pain. It hurt as much as if the blow had hit me.

Yama leaned in close enough that I could feel his breath on my face and whispered, "Eyes open or he gets worse."

I reluctantly obeyed. Hiro was curled into a ball on the ground, his cries of pain echoing off the walls as the bot fighters surrounded him. He was so small in comparison to the fighters. He shouldn't have been here. I was supposed to protect him.

I heard a crack, and then Hiro was screaming, writhing on the ground in an attempt to escape the fighters' constant blows. I had to close my eyes this time and couldn't force them open even when Hiro's screams worsened. I couldn't stand seeing Hiro in pain.

Finally Yama held out a hand, and everything stopped. One of the fighters grabbed Hiro's collar and jerked him up.

I only caught a glimpse of Hiro's face, but what I could see was bruised and bloody. His shoulders were shaking with sobs and he was breathing shallowly. His bare arms were bruised too.

"Your turn," Yama growled in my ear.

The fighter shoved Hiro toward Yama, who released me and grabbed Hiro instead, one arm around his neck and the other around his chest. The other fighters surrounded me, backing me against the wall. I squared my shoulders and decided I would stay on my feet as long as I could.

"No," Hiro gasped from behind the wall of gangsters. "I'll get you the money, I swear—"

Yama tightened the arm around Hiro's chest, right where his broken rib was, and Hiro let out a wail of pain. "Quiet, kid."

I suppose only I can be blamed for what happened next. I tried to push through the ring of fighters to get to Hiro, but it only aggravated them.

I barely even felt the first punch. I felt the impact as my body slammed against the wall and my knuckles connecting with skin seconds later. But it took several seconds for me to actually feel the pain.

I didn't stay standing as long as I had hoped. The fighters' blows knocked me down after a few minutes and all I could do was curl up and try to protect my head. I'd been in fights before, but never against this many, and certainly not against gangsters.

I yelped as a particularly vicious kick connected with my shoulder and tried not to let them see how much they were hurting me. Now that my adrenaline shield was broken, everything hurt like heck.

It took me a minute to realize that the gangsters had backed off. I huddled shaking on the ground, still unsure whether it was safe to stand up.

I heard Yama whisper something, then a smack and a whimper of pain from Hiro. A thud and footsteps as Yama threw Hiro to the ground and stomped off.

I tentatively raised my head as the footsteps faded and gasped when an ache flared in my shoulder. My whole body ached, from my head all the way down to my legs. I hoped nothing was broken.

Hiro was crumpled on the ground, whimpering in agony. I knew he had a broken rib, so it must have hurt to breathe or move. I needed to get him home. Or to a hospital. But if I went to a hospital, I'd have to explain that Hiro was bot fighting, and then we'd both get arrested, and Aunt Cass would murder us.

I forced myself to my feet and tried to ease Hiro up without hurting him. He gasped in pain but shook his head when I stopped.

"Are you okay?" he mumbled. "They…hurt you…pretty bad…"

"Me?" I said incredulously. "What about you?"

"I'm…fine…"

It was obvious he was lying. He paused between words to force himself to breathe and his voice shook as if trying not to cry. He was hurting a lot more than I was, yet he was asking if I was okay.

"Come on." I gently placed Hiro on the back seat of my moped, ignoring the ache in my shoulder and torso. "Let's get you home."

HIRO

Tadashi walked the moped inside as quietly as possible while supporting me on his good shoulder. My ribs ached, but I knew Tadashi was hurt too. I had gotten him into this mess. It was my decision to go bot fighting that had gotten both of us beaten and threatened. And in a few minutes, probably tragically murdered by an enraged guardian.

We tried to be quiet, but Aunt Cass was waiting for us in the kitchen as soon as we reached the top of the stairs, hands on hips. She was furious.

Before either of us could say anything, she was dragging us both by the ear upstairs to our bedroom. I swallowed a cry of pain, not wanting to make her angrier by telling her I'd been in a street fight.

"Exactly what were you two knuckleheads THINKING?" Aunt Cass shrieked, releasing us as we reached the room. "Beds empty! No note! At least with your bike gone I knew you hadn't been kidnapped! Where were you?"

She glared at me so fiercely it made my ribs hurt worse. I rubbed the back of my neck just like Tadashi always did when he was stressed.

"I was at a bot fight," I mumbled.

"WHAT?"

I flinched at the sheer volume of her outburst but continued. "I like it. It's fun, and I win all the time. Plus you get money when you win."

"Bot fighting is illegal!"

I tried to look innocent. "Really?"

"Liar," Tadashi said nonchalantly. "I told you that last time and you just said you didn't care."

I glared at him. Traitor.

"And you!" Aunt Cass rounded on Tadashi. "You went with him! I expect you to be responsible!"

"He wasn't fighting!" I countered. "He was trying to rescue me!"

"Rescue from what, exactly?"

Both of us averted our eyes.

"What, Tadashi?"

"A gang fight," he muttered.

Aunt Cass opened her mouth to yell again but shut it, her chest slowly rising and falling as she tried to calm herself. Tadashi used the one moment of silence to continue.

"They were sore losers, and they got mad at Hiro, and I tried to protect him, but…they were a lot bigger than me," Tadashi mumbled. "They beat Hiro up and then me."

Aunt Cass's face was drained of anger now and only showed sympathy. "Are you all right?"

"He's not," Tadashi and I said in unison. Aunt Cass sighed.

"Come on, boys," she said. "We're going to the hospital."

Tadashi had a broken collarbone and bruises all over his chest and legs. I had a broken rib and was covered in cuts and scrapes. I wasn't as badly bruised as Tadashi, likely because their blows had been mostly directed at my broken rib. But it was nothing that wouldn't heal over time.

I still felt horrible about getting us into a street fight. I got Tadashi hurt pretty badly and myself into a huge mess. Now gangsters want about a thousand dollars from me.

I am never going bot fighting again.

And then shortly before the events of BH6, the cafe starts going down and Hiro gets back into bot fighting. Thanks again to Silvie for requesting! Peace out