Hey guys! I know I haven't posted in a bit, I've been super busy with school, so to make up for it, I'm going to post TWO chapters today! YAY! Everyone be more excited than necessary! Aaaaaanywayyy…this is kinda violent, most of why this story is rated T, but lots of cute brotherly fluff, because WHO DOESN'T LOVE CUTE BROTHERLY FLUFF. Enjoy the chapters!

—BH6ORBUST

TADASHI

When I get home, the café is suspiciously silent. I walk up the stairs to see Aunt Cass frying chicken in the kitchen.

"Hey, Aunt Cass," I say as I slip off my jacket and hang it up. "Where's Hiro?"

"He and Baymax left to go to the library or something. They left about an hour ago," she says. "They should be back soon. Why?"

"No reason," I say, but something seems off. I can't put my finger on it.

I hear the door open downstairs—the café door, which is weird, but one can never predict what Hiro will do.

"Hiro?" Aunt Cass calls. "That you, sweetie?"

"Hiro is not with me," says Baymax's automated voice as he ascends the stairs.

"What?" Stay calm, Nii-chan, it'll be fine. "Where's Hiro?"

"He has been kidnapped."

"WHAT?" Aunt Cass and I burst out simultaneously.

"A masked man tranquilized him and used microbots to take him away."

"Why didn't you stop him?" I ask desperately.

"My programming prevents me from injuring a human being. I could not fight the masked man."

I groan and put my face in my hands, leaning on the counter. "Why did I program you not to be able to defend your patient?"

"It is all right, Tadashi. You could not have known this would happen."

"But I could have! I anticipated everything that could happen to a healthcare robot and I never considered kidnapping! How was I that stupid?"

I bury my face in my arms. It's my fault. My fault Hiro is in danger.

I feel Baymax's arms around me. "Uh…what are you doing?"

"Your neurotransmitter levels indicate that you are feeling stressed. I am offering physical reassurance."

"Thanks, Baymax."

I gently push him off and start down the stairs. "I need to work on something, Aunt Cass. I might be able to save Hiro."

HIRO

I sit up groggily, my head swimming. Whatever was in that syringe, I do not like it.

I bang my head on something above me and let out a small groan. The sound is muffled by my gag, a rather uncomfortable lump of cloth shoved in my mouth and held in with duct tape. My arms are bound behind me with more duct tape.

I look around me to see metal bars—probably what I hit my head on—a metal ceiling, and a metal floor. Everything is metal.

I'm sitting in some kind of cage, one suspended about ten feet above the ground. Clever prison, really. The bars are a little far apart, probably not built for someone as small as me, but it's nearly escape-proof. Even if I could untie myself and get out, a fall from this height would give me an injury that would almost certainly prevent me from running. If I landed on my feet, I'd sprain or maybe even break an ankle, and if I landed on my head, I'd probably get a concussion. I'd at least be dazed long enough to get caught by my captor. If I landed on my side, I'd hurt my ribs and probably be in too much pain to run. So the first order of business is to find a relatively safe way down.

Before I get much thinking done, I hear the sound of a door opening and stop struggling. The man in the mask steps inside and locks the door behind him. He pulls a remote from his pocket and my cage is slowly lowered.

The man opens my cage door and pulls me out. I stumble forward as he gives me a light push, barely keeping my balance. The masked man shoves me to my knees and slowly pulls the duct tape off my mouth. I whimper in pain at the sting, but I don't think he notices.

Or cares.

"What do you want?" I ask as soon as the gag is out of my mouth. "Ransom? Revenge? Do you have something against me? Tadashi? Aun—"

He slaps me hard across the cheek, cutting me off. "I don't want any of that."

"What, then?"

"I want you, Hiro."

My eyes widen. "Me?"

"Yes. You."

"And what do I have that you want?"

"Your brain."

I tilt my head questioningly. "My brain?"

"I am asking the questions here, Hiro. But yes. I want you to help me build a machine."

"And that machine is what?"

"I'll save that for later."

"Seriously?"

He ignores me. "We're going to play a little game, Hiro. I'm going to ask a question, and you're going to answer it. If you answer honestly, you can ask me a question. If you lie to me, I will know, and there will be consequences. Understood?"

I nod slowly.

"Good." He smiles. "First question. What is your intelligence quotient?"

"My IQ?"

"Yes. "

I figure there's no harm in telling him that, so I answer willingly. "Two hundred fourteen."

"Impressive," the masked man says. "Your turn."

"Who are you?" I ask instantly.

"You could call me Yokai."

"But who are you?"

"That information will stay with me for now."

"What, scared?"

"Of you?" He snorts. "Hardly. Merely a precaution."

"Scared I'll tell my big bad brother and he'll come after you?"

Yokai lunges forward and grabs my hair, forcing my face toward him.

"I will not be mocked by a teenage boy," he hisses. "You will respect me, or there will be consequences."

I slam my forehead into his jaw, right where the mask's weakest point should be. It cracks and falls off.

Yokai turns his head before I can see his unmasked face and yanks my head down, so my jaw touches my chest. I let out a gasp of pain as he picks up the fallen mask and replaces it over his face.

"That was unwise, Hiro," he says, breathing heavily. "This is your only warning. Next time, I will not hesitate to hurt you if I have to."

I glare at him. "There is nothing you can do to me that will make me help you."

"Oh, I don't know about that."

"Try me."

He sighs. "As punishment for your rebellion, Hiro, I get an extra question. What do you know about magnetic containment?"

"What?"

"Magnetic containment. Surely a genius like you must know something about it."

I shake my head. "I don't. You'd have to talk to—"

I clamp my mouth shut before I can release GoGo's name. I don't care what he does to me, but I am not going to put my friends in danger.

"Who?" Yokai hisses. "Say it."

"I can't."

"Tell me, Hiro. Now."

"No."

Yokai's gloved hand closes around my throat, cutting off my air. I gasp for breath, but his fingers only tighten.

"Tell me," he hisses as my vision starts to blacken at the edges.

"Never," I choke.

He releases me and I fall limp, coughing. My throat is going to bruise.

"Next question. What does Tadashi Hamada value most in the world?"

"I don't know, maybe his hair?"

I hear a small beep from behind me and Yokai kicks me in the gut. I double over, the barely regained breath knocked from my lungs.

"Tell the truth," he growls.

"I don't know!"

I hear the beep again and Yokai kicks me. I gasp for air, doubled over again.

"What's that sound?" I ask, my curiosity peaking despite the situation.

"There's a lie detector attached to your wrist. It tells me whether you are telling the truth based on your heart rate. That beeping sound alerts me when you lie."

I nod, then wince as Yokai delivers another kick to my gut. "Tell the truth, Hiro, or I start really hurting you."

"Never."

His boot connects with my already throbbing ribs, and this time I cry out, unable to stay silent any longer. He kicks me again, my cries falling on deaf ears.

Ten minutes later, I can't take any more. I hate myself for it, I try to force my jaw shut, but I can't. I have to tell him what he can use against Tadashi, no matter how much I want to rebel. A single word slips from between my gritted teeth.

"Me."

TADASHI

I'm almost done with the tracker I'm working on—one to find Hiro—when my phone buzzes with a text message. I expect it to be one of the others, but I don't recognize the number. The message is clear enough, though.

I have your brother. Meet me tonight on Sparrow's Island.

Be there by midnight if you want to see Hiro alive again.

The text is accompanied by a picture, a side shot of Hiro and a man in a black suit and kabuki mask. There are finger-shaped bruises across Hiro's throat. The man has a tight grip on his hair, and Hiro's expression alone suggests that he's in pain. More of the picture appears when I tap it, revealing that Hiro is on his knees, half doubled over with pain, and his arms are bound behind him with duct tape.

A burning rage starts in my gut and blossoms outward, sheer anger at everything the picture and the message suggest. My little brother has been kidnapped. Hiro is being held by someone who won't hesitate to kill him and clearly has been hurting him. Someone dangerous.

I have to save him. I can save him. I know I can do it.

So why am I so scared?

Ten minutes to midnight, I am on my way to Sparrow's Island to rescue my baby brother. My only backup is the handheld radio I can use to contact the rest of the team, and my only weapon is a pocketknife and the thruster boots from my suit. I'm much less prepared than I'd like to be, but it was past eleven when I got the text. I didn't have much time.

Sparrow's Island comes into view as a shadowy, blurry mass on the horizon. I check my watch, because even a minute could be the difference between Hiro's life and death. Three minutes. I can make it.

I touch down on the island with one minute to midnight. The only thing out here is an abandoned KreiTech testing lab—an altogether dangerous place to be. Especially because of what they were testing here.

I don't want my little brother here.

I approach the door and knock, three sharp, short taps. The metal doors slide open and I step inside.

The floor starts to descend as I step on to it. I try to stay calm, knowing full well that this is a trap but also that it's my only chance to rescue Hiro. I have to go in. I can't back out.

Even if it kills me.

Which it might.

The floor stops moving and a pair of doors opens in front of me, revealing a hallway. I walk down it, afraid of what I'll find at the end.

One more set of doors opens into a small room made almost entirely of metal, like everything else in this building. The room is dim and empty, and the only exit is the one behind me.

The doors at my back slam shut, and a familiar voice echoes from the room.

"Welcome back, Mr. Hamada."

A man steps out of the shadows, the light falling so I can see his face but nothing else.

Professor Robert Callaghan.

"Are you ready to surrender?" he asks softly.

"You wish," I say through clenched teeth.

"You always were stubborn, Tadashi," Callaghan says lazily. "But you do not wish to try my patience—"

"Watch me."

"—because, I assure you, it will not go well for your little brother if you do."

My defenses crumble. "Hiro?"

Callaghan sweeps his arm forward, throwing a small, black-haired figure into the light. He catches Hiro before he can fall and pulls him to his chest.

"Hiro!" I gasp, lunging toward them, but something catches me around the chest and pulls me back. I look down to see a band of microbots crossing my torso, holding me in place.

"Careful, Tadashi." Callaghan smiles coolly. "We don't want Hiro to get hurt any worse than he already is, do we?"

I can't help but agree with him. Hiro looks awful. His arms are bound behind him, and I can see red marks where the ropes cut into his skin. A gag is tied around his head, half-obscuring the scrapes and bruises on his cheeks, and his shirt is pulled off one shoulder, revealing a bruise.

"Let him go," I growl.

"Oh, I don't think so. He's proved to be very useful so far." Callaghan's fingers slide down Hiro's ribcage to rest at the bottom. He squeezes through the gaps in the rope, and even the gag doesn't block Hiro's whimpers of pain. "But I think we can accomplish even more with you here."

"I will never help you," I say softly.

"We shall see, Mr. Hamada. We shall see."

"Believe me, we will."

He squeezes harder, and Hiro lets out a cry of pain, muffled by his gag. I hiss into my teeth. Callaghan is going to pay for this.

"You have disappointed me, Tadashi," Callaghan says in his professor voice. "You need to learn some humility."

I feel my face pale. "What?"

"You need to remember who I am and who you are. You need to remember that I control you. That I can make you do anything I want."

"You can't control me," I hiss.

"Oh, believe me, Tadashi. I can."

A/N: Hope y'all liked that chapter! Sorry not sorry for the cliffhanger but your next chapter is coming soon so…Please review! Like REALLY ACTUALLY review! Please try to give me feedback on my storyline and writing style and check out TADASHINFJ this is my way of MAKING HER POST

—BH6ORBUST