A man stood alone on top of the mountain that overlooked the desolate village. His home was destroyed. Everyone he loved was dead. All thanks to his nemesis he had nothing left.
The man in indigo longed to see the blue skies and busy market filled with all sorts of characters walking around. He missed all of the colorful fans seemingly flying carefree in the sky and the bustling streets filled with noise.
Now all that laid before the man was mass destruction. The remaining buildings crumpled on the ground, fires scattered all around, and bodies everywhere. Most of the world's population gone in a matter of seconds due to him not being fast enough.
The man reached behind his back and slowly drew his blade. He gave his prized item on last glance before striking it into the brown Earth he stood on. One last glance to his world was all he gave it and then he turned away facing the barren world ahead of him.
It would be a long journey to get to where he wanted to be. He would have to face every ally his enemy gained before he even got close to his true target, but he knew in his heart that he would. He would beat anyone that stood in his way to unleash his wrath on the one person that ruined everything he had left.
With a press of a small black button on his wrist two emerald green disks appeared on the man's ankles and he was off at an incredible speed.
Tadashi Hamada was many things, but late was not one of them; yet, this day was trying its hardest to prove to him that he could be many things he didn't believe he was. He was weaving his way through traffic at a rapid pace on the red moped he adored which earned the 17 year old many crude hand gestures and profanity thrown his way. However, Tadashi couldn't care less. He had places he needed to be.
Every Friday Tadashi has an eight A.M. lab with one of his least favorite teachers and he was a stickler about attendance. Tadashi had seen his fair share of students being yelled at for showing up just a second late and he was determined to not be one of those students. It seems like today was not his day however. Every stoplight seemed to turn red as soon as Tadashi sped up to it causing him to stop and wait.
"Come on," Tadashi groaned to himself under his breath. It was already 7:55 and he was still ten minutes away from SFIT. There was no way he would be there on time.
The light turned green and he was off again.
"Mr. Hamada, a word before you leave please," Mr. Ito announced as Tadashi tried to escape the classroom.
Darn it, so close, he thought bitterly to himself. Mr. Ito had not said anything to Tadashi when he arrived three minutes late in the classroom and Tadashi was hoping that the old teacher didn't notice his late arrival. He was not as lucky as he was hoping.
"Now, I know you have never been late before to my class and that is something I appreciate," The teacher paused, "I know it is quite early for some of you kids these days, God forbid any of you getting up an hour early to be on time to my class, but please do try to keep up your attendance."
Tadashi grimaced and absentmindedly rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "Yes Mr. Ito, I was running a bit late because I accidentally slept through my alarm."
Mr. Ito smiled affectionately, "It happens to the best of us, enjoy the rest of your day Mr. Hamada."
"Thanks, you too Mr. Ito," Tadashi quickly grabbed his backpack and flew out the door.
Thankfully, on Fridays Tadashi only had the 8 A.M. class and he was free for the rest of the day. The black haired boy made his way to his private lab to put some work in on his health care robot.
As soon as he entered the lab a man in a lizard costume jumped in his face. Tadashi yelled at bumped into the door behind him.
"Tadashi! My man!" Fred greeted enthusiastically, "Hey I was thinking we grab the crew and head out to that AWESOME sushi place down the street, my treat."
Tadashi smiled at the blonde haired boy and nodded in agreement. His robotics project could wait another day for repairs. It was Friday after all and the group of friends haven't hung out in a while due to midterms coming up.
The nod was all Fred needed to excite him and he ran off in the opposite direction.
"Hey Tadashi, how you doing?" Wasabi greeted him.
"Oh, nothing much just got out of Ito's class and I guess Fred's taking us out to sushi?" He shrugged his shoulders and laughed.
Wasabi joined in on the laughter and Fred came back with Honey Lemon and GoGo trailing him.
Sushi was always a favorite with the group of friends. They all would sit together and try the weirdest foods that they could. Many competitions took place when sushi was involved. They would have food competitions to see who could eat the most without barfing or even see who could eat the most wasabi.
"So Tadashi, I was thinking," Fred said with soy sauce running down his chin.
"Oh no, Fred's thinking again," GoGo sarcastically remarked earning a laugh from everyone.
Fred weakly glared at GoGo, but continued, "Maybe we could start night patrol ya know?" He threw his arms out in a wide gesture, "We completed phase one with Callaghan and we took a break, but now we are back to what our hearts desire- being SUPERHEROS!"
Fred was greeted with six eyes staring blankly at him. Honey Lemon was the first to break the silence, "Well Freddie, that was kinda a one deal thing," she bit her lip nervously.
Honey Lemon was not going to be the first one to say she missed her chem purse and spending more time as a group together helping others. That would be crazy, she was still a student in college.
"Yeah Fred, we didn't really sign up for a full time hero gig, it was more of a only we could handle that situation," Wasabi was organizing everything on the table intricaly as he explained, "There hasn't been anything crazy in San Fransokyo ever and it won't happen again. Callaghan was a one-time thing."
Fred raised an accusatory chop stick in Wasabi's face making him flinch backwards, "Yet! The key word is yet my friend."
Fred looked back at Tadashi pleadingly, "Please, please, please, just one night patrol for old times! I miss the suit!"
"And one time will turn into two, which turns into three, and so on and so on," GoGo popped her pink bubble gum in Fred's face.
"Aw come on!" Fred crossed his arms across himself, "Just once more please Tadashi?"
All eyes were on Tadashi. Tadashi felt conflicted. Wasabi was right about what he said. The only reason he even considered making his friends suits was to take down Callaghan for what he did to Hiro and his microbots. They had all agreed that it was a onetime deal and they were done. After all nothing crazy was going to happen. It was San Fransokyo, a busy city with normal people and normal people problems. That's why there were the police. The city didn't need superhero vigilantes roaming around the streets.
"No Fred, we can't," Tadashi slipped out of his seat, "I have to go, I'll meet up with you guys later."
Tadashi left abruptly leaving no room for argument; he had somewhere he needed to go alone. Unbeknown to the others it had been one whole year since the fire at SFIT. The fire that was seen as an accident, but it actually wasn't. It was a plan from Tadashi's role model to get revenge on Alistair Krei. A revenge plan that cost Tadashi his little brother Hiro.
That night was supposed to be full of happiness and joy due to Hiros success at the SFIT showcase, but it wasn't. It was a night of sorrow. Tadashi still gets nightmares from the night. He feels the unbearable heat from the fire on his skin, hears the crumbling infrastructure breaking under itself. There was no body to bury, so only an empty casket lies in the grave with Hiros name on it. He was buried beside their parents' grave.
"Hey little brother, I miss you," Tadashi kneeled on his knees face level with the grave, "Nerd school is boring without you there causing trouble."
Big wet tears plopped on Tadashi's jeans and he sniffled. He would give anything if it meant his brother would return to him. Tadashi would gladly take back the crazy reckless bot fighting Hiro if it meant he would be there with him today.
"Aunt Cass is cooking your favorite tonight, those really spicy wings that melt your face off," Tadashi let out a forced chuckle, "Don't know how we are going to eat them without you there showing us up"
He sat there for a few minutes just feeling the breeze around him. A buzz from his pocket jerked him back to the present. Aunt Cass almost had dinner ready and wanted him to pick up ranch on his way home. So, he stood back up and wiped his eyes.
"Talk to you later Knucklehead," He then lowered his head in respect to his parents and took his leave.
He needed to go get ranch; probably some ice cream and tissues as well so he and Aunt Cass could grieve from the lack of their favorite trouble maker.
"You've been busy," Remarked the man in red robes sitting upon his throne in the large room.
The man in indigo raised his tired head to the man. Blood oozed out of a large gash on his forehead, but he was too tired to wipe it away. The journey thus far was excruciating. He faced more enemies in a day than he ever had before and this time he received no help from his counterparts due to their demises. He only had himself and his inventions to rely on minus his trusted blade he left in remembrance of his home.
"How could you do this?" The indigo man pleaded, "I told you what would happen if you continued again."
The man in the red robes rose slowly with a dark scowl on his face, "I told you to join me, we could have perfected my invention to where no one would get hurt, but you did not listen child."
The indigo man drew his last plasma blade out and activated his roller blades; he was not going to listen to this man if he was going to blame him for the outcome. He came here to end it all and he would do that even if it killed him. He had nothing else to lose.
His old friend always told him the most dangerous man was one with nothing left to lose, and he intended to prove him right.
"I told you from the beginning that your invention could cause this, you were the one not listening to me Yami, "The indigo wasted no more time and launched his attack against his enemy.
Yamidrew his own set of golden blades from behind his back and matched the youngers attack. Unbeknown to the pair a faint green glow was emitting from behind the throne. They attacked each other without holding anything back. Yamiclearly had the upper hand in battle with his longer blade and rested body; yet, the indigo boy fought without fear. He threw colorful balls that would explode in smoke and dangerous ice crystals. Magnetic orbs would pull the swords away from the man at the time and his rollerblades allowed him to move and dodge strikes.
A whining noise grew over the commotion caused from the two and they both immediately stopped and glanced in the direction of the noise. A fearful glance was seen on the indigo's pale face while Yamiwas smiling. He finally believed his invention would work! Finally, after so many years of failures, he had achieved his greatest achievement. He would get back what he lost so many years ago and could be fulfilled.
"What is that?" The boy in indigo yelled; the noise was becoming unbearable if it continued he may lose his hearing.
"That my boy is what we could have achieved together, but I finally did it," With a cheerful grin Yami yelled, "I finally did it!"
The boy sprinted to the machine and frantically tried to figure out a way to turn it off. If this invention did turn on again, it would destroy the world-even more than it already had. He had to figure a way to fix it and fast.
"It's no point dear boy," A hand appeared on his shoulder and he flinched away, "You can not turn it off."
The indigo drew his blade once more, if this thing was going to turn on he wanted to be the one to kill Yami, not this stupid machine. He swung back and unleashed a devastating blow on his enemy but Yami blocked it which sent a violent shock to his shoulder. He cried out in pain releasing the blade. Yami dropped his blade beside the boys and kneeled down beside him on the ground.
"I offered you everything you could have wanted, yet you declined," The man scowled, "Now you can see what would have been yours, but you will never get it."
Yami reared back and punched the boy in the face, knocking him onto the ground, "You could have had everything!"
He struck the boy again, and again. The whining noise increasingly getting louder. The man in indigo spat blood on the floor, his head was pounding from the abuse and the noise emitting from the machine.
"I told you," He wheezed, "When you first came to me that this would not work."
Yami glared at the boy again, "And I told you that I would make it work."
"At what cost?" The boy yelled, "You destroyed the world with your absurd dream!"
Yami grabbed him by the collar of his indigo suit; the noise was unbearable, causing the boy to cry out. He was unable to hear what his enemy was saying. A bright white light began to overcome his senses. He was aware of being releases by his enemy but felt as if he was falling through a hole.