A/N; I can't remember what my own characters are called so if you see me getting the names of the villains wrong uhhhh... no you didn't.
Jason Fournier sat alone in a cold, dark room. He sat in his chair, back straight and eyes staring directly at a spot on the blank wall. Three months. Three months since that kid... that puny child had killed her. Marissa. Three months, and he still hadn't got his revenge. He had promised her he would get revenge, every fibre in his body ached to watch him suffer. Suffer in the way that Jason had for the past three months.
He was beginning to get impatient.
Sure, he'd robbed his home and poisoned his family. But that was just the warm up act. That was nothing - nothing - compared to what Fournier was about to do.
Jason slammed his fist down on the desk. Instantly, the door opened and a blonde haired adolescent slithered into the room. He stood in front of Fournier's desk, adjusting his glasses and smiling slightly.
That smile sent a shiver of rage down the psychopath's spine. 'And WHAT are YOU happy about?!'
Caine's smile instantly slipped off his face. 'Nothing! Nothing sir... I am sorry.'
Jason glared at him. 'How's the target?'
'I've done as you said. I've stayed out of the way, only staying in contact with his close friends and family.'
Jason nodded. 'As I expected. Good. We cannot risk him recognising you. It was already a close call with the cafe.'
Caine shifted uncomfortably. 'Yeah... I heard about that.'
Jason sighed, agitated. 'It was an issue on my part. No problem though, the next part of the plan WILL go correctly. I will personally ensure it.'
'Right. Um... what is the next part of the plan?'
Fournier fixed him with a glare so intense he flinched, terrified of the older man sat in front of him. 'Yama.' He said simply, grinning nastily.
'The botfighter?'
'Yes. Brainless of course, but he is intimidating. That is all we need. Of course though, this section of the plan has been in place for quite some time. The trap has been set. Now it needs to be activated.'
Caine did not respond, so Jason ploughed on. 'I saw Yama myself, two months ago. The night after the SFIT fire, if you remember. We made a deal. The stupid child has been fighting with his bots for months.' He chuckled. 'I knew as soon as I saw him that that child was too weak to quit.'
'His family is not aware that he is still botfighting.'
'Exactly as I planned. We will destroy them from the inside. We are at the beginning of the end. Hiro Hamada will suffer, I will make sure of it.'
'WHAT ARE YOU DOING?'
Rena paused, holding a wooden spoon. 'Uhh, mixing the batter?'
'Put that down right now. You need to WHISK it!' Tadashi cried, seizing the spoon out of her grasp.
'What?' She asked. He tossed the book to her and she peered at the writing. 'Oh yeah. Whisk. I see it now.'
Tadashi rolled his eyes. 'Honestly! As if you think you can just stir brownies!'
'What difference does it make though?'
'Baking is a science!'
'Yeah yeah.'
'Hey, we are at a PROFESSIONAL standard here! Aunt Cass does not want to be selling your sub par brownies!'
'OI!' Rena grabbed a handful of flour from the huge bag and flung it at him. 'How dare you! I think you'll find I'm a baking extraordinaire!'
Tadashi stood and gaped at her, his hair white with flour. 'You did not just do that oh my god.'
Rena cackled evilly. 'That's what you get for insulting my amazing baking!'
'Nah, you're anything but! Remember that victoria sponge?!' He exclaimed, hurling a handful of flour in her direction and grinning like a maniac.
Rena took the opportunity to throw another handful of flour at her older brother. 'We DO NOT talk about the victoria sponge!'
Tadashi yelled as the flour settled all over him. He reached across the counter and threw a handful right back at her. Rena coughed and spluttered from the midst of a massive cloud of white.
'RENA! This is the WORK KITCHEN... you know... where people have to WORK and food for CUSTOMERS is prepared? OI!' He yelled again, as she advanced on him menacingly with the paper bag. 'Don't you DARE!'
She was about to tip the entire bag over his head when they were interrupted by Hiro. 'Hey! Wait... what have you been doing?!'
Rena and Tadashi looked at each other and laughed. 'Uhhh... flour fight?' She offered, grinning.
'I thought I was supposed to be the immature one!' Hiro said, dropping his bag on the floor and perching on the end of the counter. Rena responded to this comment by grabbing a handful of flour and promptly dumping it on his head. Hiro twisted around and attempted to push her away. Instead of doing this however, he twisted around and fell onto the floor with a thump, the flour on his head falling and creating a huge white cloud around him.
Aunt Cass walked into the kitchen to the sight of Rena and Tadashi bent over crying their eyes out with laughter, each holding onto the side for support. Hiro was sat on the floor, mouth open in a comical O shape and absolutely covered in flour, even to the point as it was difficult to see the black of his hair beneath all the white.
'I asked you to do one thing.' She said quietly, burying her face in her hands. But she wasn't angry. She grinned at the sight of her nephew on the floor, happy to finally see all three of them happy again, especially considering the events of the past few months.
Hiro clambered to his feet, brushing flour off his hoodie and trying to shake it out his hair. This was futile, he had half a bag on his him.
'I'd say I'm sorry,' Rena said, standing up and wiping tears away from the corners of her eyes. 'But uh... what can I say? That was hilarious?'
'I hate you.' Hiro said, choking slightly on flour.
Cass snapped a photo of him sulking. 'Oh that one is so being framed!' She said, laughing.
'If that one is being framed then I want the one of Tadashi with no eyebrows to be framed!'
Cass studied him for a second and nodded. 'Okay. Deal.'
'Wait a minute!' Tadashi exclaimed, 'why am I being dragged into this?'
When he was fourteen, Tadashi had attempted to make a device that could fold a bedsheet in seconds. It was a pointless invention, only made because Moshi would like to hide in the sheets whenever anyone (mainly Tadashi or Aunt Cass) tried to fold them, only making a difficult job even harder. The first time had had gone to use it, it had exploded in his face, singing off his fringe and eyebrows. For a few weeks he walked around with no eyebrows, and both Rena and Hiro marked it very highly in their list of 'top three best ever moments to happen ever.'
'Okay what about that photo of Rena when...'
'NO NO NO!' She yelled, clamping her hands over her ears. God knows what Hiro was about to say, but Rena had done plenty of embarrassing things. None of which she wanted to be permanently framed in the living room.
Thankfully, she was saved by Robbie pushing the door open and sticking his head in. Aside from Iris, Robbie was the other member of waiting on staff at the lucky cat. He had a messy mop of ginger hair and round, Harry Potter style glasses. He was very serious in front of customers, but he was one of the loudest people Rena had ever met once they were all out of the door.
'Hey Cass, some bitch is demanding that her coffee isn't strong enough and I've already added three more shots of espresso, should I just refund her before she has a heart attack or something?' He stepped into the kitchen properly and his eyes widened at the mess. 'I'm not even gonna ask what went on here.'
'Yeah I wouldn't.' Hiro replied.
Cass looked at Robbie. 'THREE shots of espresso?!'
Robbie held his hands up defensively. 'Don't blame me! She's scary and I have confrontation issues!'
Rena rolled her eyes at him and he grinned at her before heading back through. Rena could hear the muffled yells of an angry woman and smirked. 'Unfortunate. Aren't you glad she stuck us in here now?' She said, gesturing to Cass.
Aunt Cass rolled her eyes dramatically. 'That's what I get for trying to keep you out of trouble. Next week, you're on dishes.' She said, pointing to Rena. Before she could even respond, Cass had sped out of the kitchen to try and save one of her servers from being killed.
Hiro stuck his tongue out at his sister. 'That's what you get! Now I'm going for a shower.'
'I'll finish these brownies.' Tadashi said, 'Rena, you can clean up.'
'Now wait a minute... how was I supposed to realise my actions would have consequences?! This is SO UNFAIR!'
Hiro fell back onto his bed, blowing a strand of wet hair out his face. It had taken him ages to scrub all that flour out his hair, there was so much in there that even half an hour later there was still a white tinge to it.
His phone buzzed on the side and he grabbed it, sliding right on the message to find a picture of Rena with her middle finger flipped up to the camera, on her hands and knees and with a dustpan and brush in hands.
Tadashi: And that is what you get!
You: Too right! That took me ages to get out my hair!
Rena's message came through a minute later.
Rena: yeah and i'd do it again
Hiro rolled his eyes and clicked his phone off, letting his hand fall to his side. His eyes drifted over to his Megabot, already itching to get back to the ring and win his cash. He needed it desperately - Baymax was almost finished and making robots was as an expensive job. Plus, he'd accidentally seen the total of medical bills a couple of weeks back and had almost passed out with how ridiculously high the number was and had now taken to adding in a bills everywhere - in the cash register, kitchen table, behind the counter at the cafe. Even in his family's pockets. It was small, but better than nothing.
If botfighting was the only way he could be useful, then so be it.
Besides, it wasn't dangerous. Well... it was. But he hadn't been thrown in jail in MONTHS, and as far as he was concerned nobody suspected anything. He hoped to God they didn't... that would be a hell of an awkward conversation he would do anything to avoid.
He checked his watch. 6pm. Not long and he could sneak out, Rena and Tadashi were planning on going to SFIT so it would be easy to avoid them. He felt a stab of guilt but quickly dismissed it. He needed to take his chance whilst he still had it, Baymax was almost complete and once Tadashi had finished the diagnostics protocol it would be over for him.
Yama would be there tonight. Hiro cracked his knuckles. Whenever he and Yama fought, there was always a huge crowd. He grabbed his bot from the side and fiddled with a screwdriver, not wanting to break his winning streak even if it mean being beaten up. He was a big name in the botfighting business, couldn't afford to slip up now.
No matter how hard his friends may try, they could never quench the dying need for a botfight that roared inside him.
