A/N: I do not own Big Hero 6, that movie belongs to Disney. I only own any OCs that might appear in this story.


Chapter 2


Hiro woke up feeling the morning air on his body. He always liked this time of year, just for that reason. He did not know what today would bring him, but he hoped for no flashbacks, even if he does have one. He knows that they are just bad memories that come back to haunt him.

He has his friends on his side, and he has them to protect him and make sure he is safe from any trouble. As he walked into campus like a new student, he managed to sit down next to GoGo, as she was confronting Fred about something he had said.

"Hey guys, what's going on?" Hiro asked.

"Nothing…Fred is just being annoying."

"I am not annoying."

Fred pouted like a child as GoGo started to list all the reasons he is annoying, Hiro sort of laughed and chuckled. Causing Fred to get mad a little bit. He told GoGo that she was now making Hiro do it, and that he is going to get the wrong ideas as well.

"Damn, today is going to be crazy…" Wasabi said as he came into the room, "I already know Fred is crazy. But I didn't know GoGo was crazy too."

GoGo made an I'm going to kill you face as she kept on hearing what Wasabi was saying. Her voice was kind of getting low as she kept on listening, suddenly, Professor Grainville came in and told everyone, how they are going to do a group project.

They will be doing it on the studies of flashbacks, and how they can affect the human brain. Hiro kind of got nervous at that, because he didn't want to relive those dreams again, and he didn't want to think about them.

But this project is going to make those memories come alive. Hiro is not looking forward to this.


The next few hours consisted of Hiro and Wasabi practicing their speech for the project, Hiro didn't know what to do.

He started writing about what those dreams made him think about.

HIRO HAMADA, MONDAY DECEMBER 8TH, 2030

I am doing a project about the affects of nightmares, my study is a real life nightmare. I have been having the same dream for about two years, and I have been thinking about it. My dreams have been related about my brother's death.

He died during the fire of 2014, that killed Professor Callahang as well, who deeply was missed by some people. Not all.

This project is made by Hiro Hamada, and Wasabi No-Ginger.

Both of them looked at the project, they nodded at each other as they realized that the project was half finished. Wasabi took it upon himself to do some editing for the project, he did not want Hiro to feel upset and worried about it, this project was going to turn out okay.

"Don't worry about it Hiro, I can take care of the project." Wasabi said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am positive…"

"Thanks."


Hiro hugs Wasabi and thanks him for his help, ever since the flashbacks Hiro has been feeling helpless and that he can't do anything right. His Aunt tells him that he can do anything, but deep down. Hiro feels he can do nothing right.

Something lightly touches Hiro. It feels like a hand, it is GoGo's hand. Her hand is calm and soft, she is lightly touching Hiro's hair. He likes that, she keeps on touching him.

Everything about the situation is making Hiro nervous, he doesn't mind being touched. But when he is being touched by someone other than his friends, that's when it matters.

He suddenly starts to have another flashback/vision.

Flashback

Hiro is looking at a picture, he does not know what it is. And he does not know if he should be looking at them. His eyes are moving across the page, and he spots an image that is good to him.

"Hiro. What are you doing?"

"N…nothing Aunt Cass."

"That doesn't look like nothing…"

"Oh."

"You can tell me, I'll be fine."

"Alright, I was looking through the old family pictures because I wanted to have something to remember mom by."

"Awww. Hiro, all you need is memories. Same thing with Tadashi, I believe that he is looking down at you, right now."

"Really?"

"Of course he is…"

"Thanks."

"No problem."

Hiro focuses more on what Cass says, than his own emotions.