Hey Descendants!

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~Dark~

Kami, this was going to be so satisfying.

So deliciously, deliciously satisfying.

He saw it.

The minute Leah had gotten off the phone with Ben.

How amazingly stunned her face was.

There were only two things she could do.

Back out of the debate, and lose face.

Or actually follow through with it and still lose face.

It was a win-win.

A delicious win-win.

When he'd first met Ben, he hadn't really been sure what to make of the kid.

He was definitely Princely.

Which, ugh.

Lame.

But he also had something more to him, something that caught his interest and made him want to stick around.

What kind of sixteen-year-old held up their middle finger to their own kingdom like this.

And so unabashedly.

It took a fuck ton of nerve to make freeing the kids of the Isle his first proclamation.

He usually hated bumping elbows with Royalty.

The class was usually so entitled, so obnoxiously entitled.

Like seriously?

It was like they couldn't acknowledge it was nothing but dumb luck they'd been born into the elite.

But Ben?

Ben saw the big picture.

Saw what he'd been given and was taking advantage of it in all the best ways.

It wasn't often he admired kids, but damn if the group he'd found himself entwined with didn't draw it out of him in spades.

He'd been shook when he first met him, the prince.

He had totally expected…

Well, actually, he wasn't sure what he'd been expecting- But it certainly hadn't been this.

Ben was as wholesome and good as they got.

So when he'd hit him up last night-

This was the last thing he'd been anticipating.

Ben was many things, but underhanded?

He was totally impressed.

The lengths this kid was willing to go to for Chibi-chan and the rest of the kids was admirable.

He looks up when a handler interrupts his thoughts and quickly slides his phone into his pocket.

Time to begin.

His cheeks hurt with how wide his grin was.

He pushes off the wall and shoves his hands in the pockets of his oversized cargo pockets before he lazily walks to the center of the stage.

Horror.

Disgust.

Outrage.

Annoyance.

His grin grows with every flutter of emotion that crosses the Queen's face.

He languidly pulls out his hand, waiting for the customary shake.

One.

Two.

"What are you wearing!?" Queen Leah asks as her lip curls, "This is a political debate! One that you initiated, might I add."

Boom.

"Clothes?" He blinks innocently, "Didn't think I'd need to wear an E original for it."

"You children have no respect for the foundations of civility." Queen Leah shakes her head, her eyes jumping from his shirt to his hand before she looks to the backlit moderator.

He tilts his head, "I didn't think my choice in clothes was synonymous with civility." He turns to the moderator, "Any rules against what I'm wearing?"

"The question is in regards to clothing and the rules of this debate." The moderator, a young woman from the sound of her voice, explains before he hears several pages rustle. "In general no, and as there was no mention of formal attire in the rules requested by either party, I am going to rule that the attire of both parties is acceptable."

"Well, there you go, Baa-Chan." Hiro shrugs. "So, we shakin' or what?" He asks as he waves his hand slightly.

Queen Leah takes a deep breath as she stares at his offered hand. "No matter how intelligent you are or how young you were when you took over the most prestigious technology school, you are just as ignorant as the rest of your generation when it comes to social contracts. Or Civility in general."

"Luckily, we're not debating on that now, are we?"

Queen Leah's eyes narrow dangerously, "We'll see." She stiffly takes his hand for barely a second before she drops it like he was infected and swiftly turns her back on him.

His lips twitch into a smile as he turns and casually wipes his hand off on his pants.

Childish? Maybe.

Insulting? Oh, most definitely.

He drags his feet purposefully as he lazily makes it to his spot.

Time well spent, in his opinion, before he turns and leans against the podium.

The look of utter frustration on her face was priceless.

The mediator clears her throat once they both settle.

"This debate has been called today to publicly settle differences of opinion and the public dispute started by Mister," the woman clears her throat softly.

Lolz.

It had taken them forever to find a moderator who didn't recognize him.

But the look on the woman's face, it was clear she'd had no idea who he was until she'd put his name and face to words.

His grin widens at the annoyance that flashes over Leah's face.

She'd been kept updated, as he had, on the struggle to find a neutral moderator.

He had no doubt that the girl genuinely hadn't believed she knew him at the time.

Just like Leah, some people stayed out of certain circles.

And sure, it might mean some bull shit later.

But at the moment?

Just, Lolz.

"Started by Mister Hiro Hamada between himself and our own Queen Leah."

"The debate is over the policies regarding the Isle of the lost and more recently the removal of children from the Isle of the Lost to integrate them in with Auradon society, which is the declaration proposed by our future king, Prince Benjamin. Mister Hiro Hamada has graciously requested that Queen Leah be given the right to start this debate off. Are you ready, Queen Leah?"

"I am, thank you."

"Then I'll set the clock. If you finish before I call time, you may yield the floor."

As soon as the beep sounds, Queen Leah begins.

"My fellow Auradonians. I am aware of the controversy surrounding the current declaration of Prince Benjamin. While I have no doubt the Prince believes his heart is in the right place, it is my duty to remind us of the darkness we as separate kingdoms suffered through under the terror of the villains who now reside on the Isle of the Lost."

Queen Leah takes a deep breath placing her notes on the podium before she rubs her hand over her forehead, "The same villains who were banished to the Isle of the Lost just over twenty years ago, who deemed that while they were banished to a penal colony, refused to acknowledge Auradon as it's ruling sovereign. Instead, they built their own system of law and governess. They chose to separate themselves from our laws and protections, chose to accept trade from our United Kingdom in exchange for allowing our waste barges to offload on settled dumping grounds that they would then treat."

"Beyond that, we had no control of the villains banished to the Isle of the Lost, who were only contained there by the magic of a barrier the King and Queen of Auradon approved the erection of. That every kingdom that joined the United Kingdoms of Auradon approved. The same barrier that made monitoring difficult, and who's magics responded in ways none of the magical community could have foreseen."

Oh yeah, she was a slow, deliberate speaker.

This was going to be all too easy to outspeak her.

"My stance on Prince Benjamin's declaration is not without nuance. And that is why I agreed to this-" Queen Leah twitches, "debate with Mister Hiro Hamada. A young man who is certainly a genius in many fields, I will not argue that. But while he is an ambassador to many of our individual kingdoms, his area of expertise is limited to the application of science and technology in defense and military fields. And we are more than happy to have his perspective, opinions, and guidance in those areas."

"Whether or not we allow the self-proclaimed VKs, which is short for Villain Kids, and again is a label they themselves perpetuate, integrate into Auradon society unchecked is not a subject with which Mister Hamada has any expertise in. He is not a child psychologist. He has not pursued an in-depth knowledge of sociology."

"He has no real idea of how these VKs will impact our society. I have dedicated my life to standing up for the citizens of my kingdom, and the past twenty years dedicating my life to this United Kingdoms of Auradon. I do not speak until I have thoroughly looked into every possible situation. I balance every situation against the greater good. And I stand resolute in the fact that the greater good of Auradon and the many kingdoms that make it is in jeopardy if we do not handle the Prince's declaration with care and caution, lest we forget what happened during his oath ceremony. The destruction-"

"Time." The moderator interrupts, "Mr. Hamada, your rebuttal."

He nods his head before he turns to the crowd.

"Queen Leah is right. I don't have a degree in psychology or in sociology, not even in anthropology." He concedes, "I have no idea what type of stress, or trauma, or behavioral issues lead to what. Or how to counteract them. There are no insta-cures for such types of ailments. All I know is there's just work. Hard, unwavering work of facing the past and admitting that someone hurt you. Dominated you. Lied to you. Neglected you. Abused you- Emotionally, psychologically, physically, mentally, or sexually."

A low hum begins to build in the crowd, the sound only interrupted by the moderator calling for order and pausing time until the din quiets.

From the corner of his eye he catches the way Queen Leah was gripping the podium.

Her face might have only shown her mild interest and certain dismissal, but her white knuckles told a different story.

"Please continue, Mister Hamada."

"I'm not coming here today to present to you as Hiro Hamada. I'm here today as a human. A normal, regular human. One who feels. Who cries. Who bleeds. One who has been hurt by a Villian." He frowns, "For those of you who are unaware, I was a child when I lost my brother to a man lost in his obsession. A man so twisted and corrupt with grief he was willing to do whatever it took, no matter the cost."

"When I was fourteen, I was in a dark place." He takes a deep breath as he grips the podium.

As often as he engaged in public speaking, it still wasn't his favorite.

But here he was, up here about to lay some personal details out in the open for everyone to judge.

"I lived with my older brother, Tadashi, and my Aunt Cass after my parents died. I graduated high school when I was only thirteen. I was directionless— a complete mess. I was getting in all types of trouble with my community and eventually the law. I was hurt. And it didn't matter who that affected. I didn't have the words to express the strange feelings I had. The emptiness. I didn't know I was missing something I couldn't remember having." He takes a deep breath, "But they, Tadashi and Cass, never gave up on me."

"Skip ahead a bit. My brother finally gets fed up with my attitude and tricks me into visiting his nerd school. I was hooked. The San Fransokyo Institute of Technology. The school I now run. I had to go there or I knew I was going to lose my mind. But getting in isn't easy, and the interview isn't your typical interview. You have to invent something. Something new and revolutionary."

"It took me a while, but eventually, with the support of my brother, I came up with an idea. Microbots."

He smiles as the audience claps.

Oh yeah, he had fans here.

"A system of little bots that could construct anything with just a thought. React in real-time. They were revolutionary. Transportation, retrieval, if you could think it, they could do it."

"Needless to say, I did it. I impressed Callaghan. The guy running the show at the time. He congratulated me and told me I had my place at the school."

He chuckles sadly as he grips the podium tighter.

"My new friends, Tadashi's friends, were so happy for me. Everyone was. We were celebrating. Tadashi pulled me aside for what I thought was going to be a proud big brother moment."

He takes a deep breath as the room blurs.

"But, next thing I know, the school is on fire and people are running. Screaming."

The room was still. He was having a hard time seeing through his watery eyes, but it sounded like everyone was holding their breath.

"We were already outside," His breath hitches, "But there were so many still running out of the building. All I wanted to do was run. But my brother, Tadashi? All he ever did was help people. It's who he was." He plucks the beloved hat off his head, "When someone said Professor Callaghan was still inside-" He sighs as he stares up into the bright spotlight, "My brother's last words to me were, someone has to help."

He slowly shakes his head before he puts the cap back on and takes a deep breath.

"The next couple of weeks were probably the hardest of my life." He frowns, "No direction. No motivation. Just anger, sadness, and a deep overwhelming hole that nothing seemed to fill. I knew what I was missing this time, but it didn't help. Then some time later, a team, 'the' team of San Fransokyo, Big Hero Six, approached me."

It was the only part of the story he would ever fabricate. How he truly pulled himself out of the depths of despair.

How Baymax inflated into his life and called his friends to help him.

How the friends become superheroes with him.

The rest he would share, but not that crucial part.

"Someone was using my microbots. They were destroying things, hurting people, all around town. Microbots. As a weapon." He shakes his head.

"They asked for my help." His lips twitch into the barest hint of a smile, "So I did."

"It took us a while, weeks, to figure out that it was Callahan." His grip tightens around the podium. "Weeks to finally find the person responsible for my brother." He breathes. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to kill him." He says darkly, "But-" He frowns, "The Big Hero Six managed to talk me out of it. Didn't force me, didn't try to stop me. They reminded me that if I ended his life, like he'd ended Tadashi's, I'd be the same as him."

"It was the hardest choice of my life. I wanted vengeance so badly, had dreamt about it for so long. Wanted the person who had killed my brother dead. But, with support and friendship, I chose to do what was right. I chose good."

"I easily could've ended up a Villian, and if it wasn't for that love and support, I probably would have," he admits slowly, "which brings me to my point, I was fourteen. Hormones raging, hurt, broken, full of rage, and with every reason to be an evil asshole. But I wasn't born that way. And I didn't choose that path."

He turns to face Queen Leah, "So, what makes it okay?" He holds a finger up, "No, what makes it right to not even give those children a chance?"

If someone dropped a pin, it would've echoed with how silent the entire arena was.

Instead, a small beep echoes around the room, and to his amusement, the moderator shakes her head before clearing her throat, "Time. Queen Leah?"

Queen Leah stares at the surface of her podium as she smooths her hands out against it. "First, I would like to thank Mister Hamada for sharing such a deeply personal story with us. It's never easy to tell the world of a time you found yourself brushing against evil and the depths you push yourself to understand and survive the encounter. I applaud you, Mister Hamada, for having the strength to make the choice you did. And you are certainly correct; you were not born evil."

Queen Leah takes a deep breath, "But there is a difference between being born evil and being raised by evil. Being raised by bitterness and thoughts of revenge. And that is what we are here to talk about. Does everyone deserve the chance to choose good? Of course they do. But as a leader, it is my job to ensure the safety of the citizens of Auradon. A safety we can not guarantee if we continue to bring groups of VKs over with no rules and regulations. Rules and regulations that take time to implement. And it is time that must be spent. None of us want a repeat of the oath ceremony. None of us want another villain from our past to show up and reign destruction on us."

After a short pause, the moderator turns to him.

"You are making some really steep assumptions cultivated by your own anxiety. Would you really sacrifice kids over these fears? Infants? Toddlers? Children? Teens? Are you saying there is no such thing as free will? That just because their parents, who they didn't choose, are evil, they will be too? Are you so afraid of the past you would take away, so many, many, many futures?" He demands firmly.

"You bring up Maleficent's attacks, the fear that stirred. The panic. The terror. But do you think that those kids didn't feel fear? Didn't feel any of those things? That Mal, Jay, Evie, and Ch-Carlos weren't scared of what would happen?" He continues.

"What do you suppose the person this whole kingdom deemed, 'The Mistress of Evil.' would have done to them if they hadn't been able to overpower her? They would've gotten a pat to the wrist? " He turns to the moderator. "Yielded."

"Mister Hamada, you've only heard what you wanted to hear. I did not say the children from the Isle deserve to be condemned. I simply stated that to safely integrate them into Auradon society, we need a system of rules and regulations. Things that I and the others on the council that oversees everything related to the Isle of the Lost are working on writing. I and the others are not against giving these children a chance, but we do stand firmly in the belief that we must vet each and every child before they can be allowed to roam our kingdoms freely. The incident with Maleficent could have been so much worse, and we are fortunate that the four chose good rather than following the plan and mission Maleficent set upon them. Fortunate and very lucky. Luck is not something we as leaders can depend on. Therefore we must ensure protections are in place. That regulations can and will be followed. We must ensure the safety of Auradon's citizens. Visitors to Auradon. And the safety of Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos. That is who I must look out for right now while we work with the Prince to bring others to the same safety that we are ensuring. Safety from the evil of the Isle and the reach of those in charge of the Isle."

Ugh.

Nasty bitch.

He takes a deep breath and swallows.

Do.

Not.

Cuss.

Her.

Out.

He repeats it like a litany.

Can not lose because of stupid.

He lets out a deep breath.

Kami fucking help him.

"And how long do you think it's going to take you to come up with rules and regulations? How long do you think it's going to take to vet hundreds of children? Children who are currently suffering under the whims of those you deemed too dangerous, too evil, too inhumane for the rest of the world, let alone your kingdom, that you banished them all to one Isle and erected a barrier around it to keep it that way?"

"Well, Mister Hamada, instead of attacking the plans myself and the ruling council are working to provide the Prince with, why don't you tell us how you would keep Auradon and the world safe while removing children from an Isle where they've been raised under the pretense that they will help their parents get vengeance against the heroes who deemed them too dangerous to live where they could continue to grab for power. Because that is what the Isle did, remove the power the villains could attempt to grab. Remove the temptation of overthrowing governments in order to gain more money. More power. More weapons. The decision to banish them to the Isle and cut off all access to resources that could prove dangerous for the rest of the world."

He blinks.

Was she fucking serious?

"Well, for one, I certainly wouldn't keep them there while figuring my shit out."

"And where would you suggest they stay? How would you suggest we look after them? How would we protect them from each other if we take ones that were not willing to choose good along with those like the four that are already here? How would we protect the world from those who might ban together in an attempt to free the evil contained on the Isle?"

"Tch." He rolls his eyes, "In order, an abandoned mall, who uses those anymore. Veterans. They need work anyways. And it'd make everyone feel more comfortable. Protect them? Probably wouldn't have to worry about that one for a minute cause they'd be shoving food into their mouths and would finally be able to sleep with both eyes shut for once. As for the whole good or evil kid thing? Just put each of their juvenile asses in counseling and let those who are qualified sort it out. And I doubt any of them would try to free their parents, but on the off-chance they do? Deal with it then instead of letting hundreds of children suffer, starve, and be treated as playthings by people too evil to be deemed rehabilitatable."

Queen Leah smiles.

Smiles.

Oooh, this bitch.

"Why, Mister Hamada, it sounds as though we are in agreement on several goals."

"Then why are there still children on the Isle?"

"Because we must work within the confines of the laws of Auradon and the Isle. We must assess the situations individually and offer protection case by case. We can not simply take the word of a mysterious child who has been writing to the king. We must remember that the opinions of the four who have been brought over are one-sided. We must remember the safety of all over the safety of the few." She folds her hands on the podium. "We must proceed as a whole United Kingdoms. Or not at all."

"Question."

"We are here to debate, Mister Hamada." Queen Leah waves her hand, gesturing for him to continue, "Please, proceed."

"Why did you not invite Maleficent to Aurora's christening?"

Queen Leah's brow furrows, "Why did I, or my husband and I, decide to not invite Maleficent to our only child's christening?"

"That's what I asked."

"Because at the time the only fairies I knew were Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather. Three fairies of legend who decided to bless our kingdom with their grace and bounty. They integrated themselves into our kingdom, and as thanks and to show our appreciation and gratitude, we invited them to share in the festivities with us, desiring to strengthen the alliance with the fairy race that lived in the bordering wild forest."

"So, you invited the good fairies for their favor and power then."

"No, we invited them to show our appreciation for what they were doing in our kingdom."

"But you said, 'desiring to strengthen the alliance with the fairy race that lived in the bordering wild forest' so..."

"What kind of leader sees a possible alliance with their neighbor and does not wish to strengthen it?"

"So, why not invite all fairies from the neighboring kingdom?"

"Because it was not a strictly political event, it was a celebration of my newborn daughter's birth."

"Did you ask these fairies what their customs were before inviting them?"

"As I had recently given birth and was tending to my daughter, no, I personally did not ask."

"So, you overlooked it?"

"A mistake I will not allow to happen again."

"You sound bitter. Have you sought out counseling?"

"Did you seek counseling after the death of your brother? When you were pursuing the man who brought his untimely end?"

"I did after he was brought to justice. What about you?"

"As did I, once my daughter was safe."

"A real counselor, like certified and everything?"

"I sought the advice and counsel of wiser men and women who allowed me to grieve what I lost and helped me to use the experience for the good of the people who looked to my family and me to rule them."

"So, in short, no. You never spoke to a qualified counselor about the situation."

"Who are you to deny the efforts and work I put into bettering myself after suffering a trauma."

"So why are you denying the efforts and work of kids looking to better themselves?"

"When have I stated a desire to deny the efforts and work of kids wanting to better themselves?"

"Rules and regulations. Vetting. These take time. Every minute those kids are over there is a moment they have to survive. Each moment is a potential. A choice. And yet instead of pulling them and working it out where they are safe, you're insisting on keeping them in a situation where they are constantly being put in situation after situation."

"What proof do we have that the children on the Isle of the Lost are actually in danger."

"We were all frozen. Did you not hear what Maleficent said?"

"I put my faith in facts, Mister Hamada. And the fact of the matter is, if the wand had not been messed with during the oath ceremony, magic would not have leaked through a small crack in the barrier, allowing Maleficent to use magic and escape. There is no magic under the barrier. Just as there is no longer a crack to worry about. Currently, our concern is that other villains managed to escape with Maleficent, making it potentially dangerous to interact with the barrier until we know for sure that Maleficent was indeed the only villain to escape."

"So, on the off chance some of the other villains escaped, we're ignoring children who need help?"

"Again, we have no proof that the children of the Isle need or desire help."

"When was the last time an Auradonian went and checked beyond the barrier?"

"No Auradonian has been allowed access to the Isle since the Sorcerer Yensid left to offer his aid in educating the children born on the Isle."

"So you have no proof that they don't need help either."

"We have stories from four children who are dealing with adjusting to their new lives here in Auradon and dealing with threats from an unknown source who clearly wishes them harm. Those are the facts I am working with. Identifying the threats before we put more children in danger under the assumption they want or need our help."

"Convenient for you, I am sure."

"And just what are you trying to insinuate with that comment, Mr. Hamada?"

"Are you telling me Auradon doesn't have enough resources to both, look for threats at home, and check on those who might need or want help?"

"What I am saying is that because the Prince refuses to release the four from attending Auradon prep, every step we take to protect them is under scrutiny. Scrutiny the unknown group has access to, meaning we must proceed carefully for the safety of all the children."

"So, you're holding the Prince figuratively hostage. Kick the four out of the prestigious school, or we don't go check on the Isle. One, or the other."

"That is not what is happening." Queen Leah snaps before she takes a deep breath, "You are using the nuances of the law to your own advantage without fully understanding the situation."

"Then please, since I am so ignorant, please educate me."

"The goals the Prince, King, and the council presiding over the Isle are vast, and we are working together to prioritize and define the goals. But, again, these are the steps that are always taken in any situation. We must prioritize the safety of the citizens of the kingdoms that make up the United Kingdoms of Auradon. We also have a duty to the world as a whole to not allow evil to return to our way of life. Or at least the evil we have successfully contained. We agree that the situation under the barrier was not foreseeable, but that is still something that must be investigated. Checked."

"We have left the Isle to their own devices for twenty years. It has managed itself for twenty years. Any change to two decades of something that works is going to take time. It will require careful attention to detail. It will require people of opposing viewpoints to work together for the greater good of Auradon and the world. It will require compromise. What it does not need, and what will not work, Mister Hamada, is someone coming in and attempting to undo everything this government has instilled to keep peace and protection a priority."

He glances at the clock.

Meeting missed.

Check.

"Well, I've heard all I need to." He shrugs before he gestures to the crowd. "And now I feel like the citizens have a better idea of the ethics and morals surrounding such a nuanced situation. That you do not wholly believe that evil does not beget evil, and Auradon is just doing its best to prioritize." He grins before he turns back to Leah, "Hopefully, you'd be open to another debate if my ignorance needs further education?"

"I graciously accept your invitation to another debate if the time and opportunity presents itself." Queen Leah nods as she walks towards the center of the stage again.

He grins as the moderator starts closing the debate, talking to the crowd who were clapping, booing, and cheering all at once.

He joins her at the center of the stage as he pulls out his phone and hits the start button.

This time, Queen Leah holds her hand out to him first, only blinking at the sound of the shirts launching into the crowd.

His grin widens as he takes her hand.

"It was a worthy debate, Mister Hamada." Queen Leah smiles tightly.

"It was definitely a debate."

She flicks the button on the mic attached to her shirt with her free hand before doing the same to his.

He lifts a brow.

"I will not underestimate you again, but I will concede it was a worthy debate."

Oh.

He was totally going to sleep with that on repeat. He had never loved his watch more than in that moment.

"Twice." He grins.

"Once." Queen Leah smiles, "I didn't know who you were when you started flinging business cards like some cheap night worker."

"The cheapest. Totes' countin' the first time, baa-chan. You clapped back."

"Good luck, Mister Hamada." Queen Leah nods stiffly before she drops his hand and turns, quickly walking away.

"Luck, QL." He calls after her.

You asked, did we deliver?

Writing this scene was seriously a testament to me and Dark's friendship.

I.

Fucking.

Hate.

Leah.

And, yeah, though I agree with Dark, that she's neutral lawful, she can go fuck herself.

Like so hard.

Maybe it would fucking help her personality.

Though to be fair, if I was her husband, I wouldn't want to touch that either…

Okay.

So that completely derailed. *Slaps cheeks*

Was this everything you were hoping for?

Did it piss you off?

Set your teeth on edge?

*fingers crossed* Dark punches up Hiro's emotions when going over his past, I suuuuck at eliciting them feelz. Don't forget I'm writing this shit in bulk this time so I have no idea what the fuck is going on. Point of reference it's 2/7/21 today… Fuck only knows when the fuck this is. I don't.

Fave Quote:

"The cheapest. Totes' countin' the first time, baa-chan. You clapped back."

-Hiro

Much love and shit,

-Twisted