Disclaimer: Big Hero 6 is owned by Disney Animation. Also, don't play with knives.

Chapter 2 – Waste Not

"OMG! Did you see what they're going to do for us in Fish Town? They're going to build a statue in honor of Big Hero 6!"

"Fred, did you just really use 'OMG' in a sentence?"

"Wasabi, this is a big deal!" Fred wheeled his chair all the way across the laboratory, landing next to Wasabi at his toolbox. "This is just the next chapter in our superhero story!"

"When do we get to the part of the story where the heroes take a nice relaxing vacation?"

Before Fred could respond, Go Go threw open the door to the lab, holding a long cardboard box.

"Go Go, back me up on this one!"

"Fred, whatever it is, I'm not going to back you up on it." Ignoring Fred's "Darn it!", she made her way over to Wasabi's workstation. She threw the box down onto his toolbox, wrecking the neat and orderly display of his instruments.

"Hey, why are you pawning your stuff on me?" Wasabi yelled.

"It's not mine; it's yours."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, weird, right?" Go Go took his wrench and began to make adjustments to her bike. "I ran into the mail guy and he told me to give this to you. Guess it was ironic I was heading this way."

"I have all my school mail forwarded to my apartment."

"Well, clearly someone didn't get the message."

Wasabi took a closer look at the box. It was very long, probably about three feet. The clanging sound coming from it hitting his bench told him it was definitely not something soft.

"Is it cake?"

He turned to Fred, who was now nearly perched on his shoulder. "No. It's something hard. And long."

Even over the sound of the wrench and Fred's breathing, he could hear Go Go's snort from across the room. "Children." He pulled out his retractable knife as he made his way to one end of the box. "I work with a bunch of children."

"Speaking of people who aren't children but look suspiciously like them, where is Hiro?" Fred asked.

"He's in his end-of-semester meeting with Granville. So given everything that's happened, who knows what she's going to say?" Wasabi made a cut in the top, pulling open the flaps. "Maybe she'll give him a-"

"...Give him a what?" Go Go prodded.

"Uh, guys."

Confused, she came over and peered into the box. "Whoa."

"Oooh! Lemme see!" Both Wasabi and Go Go got shoved out of the way as Fred came over to look inside. "Hey! Is that what I think it is?" He reached in the box, only for his hand to get slapped away by Go Go.

"Fred, are you nuts? You can't just bring those out! There's a rule against weapons on campus!" Go Go wheeled around to Wasabi. "Back me up here."

There was no response.

"Wasabi?"

Both Fred and Go Go turned to the physics student, who had a small piece of paper in his hand. "Where did you get the note?"

Wasabi tapped the top of the box at the plastic sleeve ripped open.

"What does it say?"

"Nothing important." He crumbled the paper up and tossed it in the open trash can. "I have to be somewhere. Go Go, can you hold on to these until I get back?"

"Umm...yeah. Sure."

As soon as Wasabi left, Fred and Go Go made a dive for the trash can. Luckily, since their friend was such a neat freak, the trash was emptied on a daily basis, so only the note was in there. Fred made it there first, grasping the ball in his hands.

"Our first suspicious note! I should frame it in my house as a token of our superhero timeline!"

"Yeah, you're a weirdo," Go Go said, folding her arms.

Fred unpacked the paper as she peered over his shoulder. It was now painfully obvious what got Wasabi so spooked; the only thing on the paper was a stylized profile picture of a woman with blue hair, an almost demonic grin on her face.

"She's right this way." The prison guard walking with the geared-up Wasabi said. The two were halfway down a dimly lit hallway, passing by several unoccupied cells. "Had to put her in solitary after she escaped last time. But she really hasn't said much since she's come in. Mostly just meditating."

"And she hasn't sent anything out since she's got in? No mail or anything?"

"Nope. Nothing."

Wasabi rubbed his chin in thought. "Weird."

"How so?"

"Oh! Nothing. I was just...thinking out loud."

They finally reached the end of the hallway. Room 99 was contained there, marked with a sign: Solitary Confinement: ONLY AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ALLOWED.

"I'm not...doing anything wrong here, am I?" Wasabi asked.

"Oh, no." The guard waved his hands at him. "When you called and asked to speak to her, there was never any question. What better person to talk to her than you?"

"Trust me, I'm not here because I want to. I'm here to get some questions answered."

"Well, if you need anything, knock." The guard waved his ID at the module, which clicked open the door. "I'll be right outside."

"Thank you, sir."

Wasabi stepped inside, the door closing behind him with a thud. The room was rather big; he couldn't even see the ceiling, the purple and black bars of the cage extending into the shadows above. Inside of said cage was the suspect in question. She had her back turned to him as he walked up.

"I was wondering when you were going to come visit."

From her vantage point, there was no way she could have seen who it was. Then again, this was Momakase, the ninja/chef/mercenary that had a knack for this sort of thing. Wasabi decided to go with the direct approach.

"Why did you send me your blades?"

"That's what you start with? Not even a hello?"

"You're lucky I'm not asking how."

Momakase chuckled. "Or you'll do what? I doubt you and your band of heroes will do anything worse than the drivel that these guards are putting me through."

"It could be worse, actually. You could end up like Obake."

For the first time, she shuffled her body around so she could face Wasabi. "What? Being pampered in some public wing of this facility? Trying to recruit fellow criminals for a new scheme? I don't really want to see his smug face right now."

"…Your base came apart when we stopped the star explosion. Obake didn't make it out."

Her face, for a moment, looked shocked. Then it quickly went back to deadpan. "A pity, really. He really was a genius. Too bad it got the best of him."

Wasabi raised an eyebrow. "That genius almost wiped out the entire city. And you were going to let him do it. At least Globby had some common sense."

Momakase said nothing, looking at the floor. He made his way to within arm's reach of the cage. He figured that was as close as he was comfortable getting. "Why did you send me your blades?"

"I would think that would be obvious."

"Pretend it's not."

She got up from the floor and walked up toward him, stopping right on the edge. "Even though you are young and unfiltered, you have some actual skill. You needed your teammate to take me down, but I see...potential."

"Lady," Wasabi started, "If you think I'm actually going to use those things or if I'm going to let you teach me, you can forget it."

"What's going to happen when you don't have your fancy blades in the heat of battle? As have happened some times before?"

"How do you-"

"There are a lot of things I know about you." Momakase leaned forward. "Obake hid some things, but I can tell what kind of person you are: meticulous, precise, thorough. Someone who doesn't like things to go to waste."

Now Wasabi has no response. Sensing victory, the woman smiled. "In that regard, you are very much like me. And you know I'm right." She turned around and resumed her position on the floor. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I would like to be left alone now."

Having nothing left to add, he made his way back to the door. He was just about to knock…

"Oh, I did forget to mention one thing."

His hand stopped an inch from the door.

"Since my supply appears to have gone the way of Obake, I have one set of blades left. Find them, and they are yours. Even if you don't want them, I'm sure you will want to take them out of the public eye so that no one gets hurt by them."

"Where are they at?"

"Oh, you know."

Wasabi turned back to her, who was still facing the opposite wall. "I don't. Tell me."

"They are...where the street has no name."

"Really? A riddle?"

"You have your eccentricities. I have mine."

"You know you're never getting out of here, right?" Wasabi asked. "Giving me riddles and sending me on a goose chase isn't going to change any of that."

"Oh, I have no intention of leaving here. Not yet, anyway," she replied. "And it's not a goose chase. They are there. You just have to find them. You're a smart boy. I'm sure you can figure it out."

"What's the catch? Are they rigged to explode?"

Momakase shook her head. "My dear boy, I may be a villain and a criminal, but I'm not that evil. Sometimes there are no ulterior motives. There are no underlying schemes. Sometimes all you see is the nose on your face. Keep that in mind."

Frowning, Wasabi knocked on the door, and the guard opened it for him. "Did you find out anything new?" he asked.

"Not really. I need to get out of here. Thank you for the time."

"Oh. No problem." The guard locked the door behind him. "Anything to help Big Hero 6."

Even with the seriousness of the situation, Wasabi couldn't help but smile.

"So, it went about as well as you expected?"

"Yup. All she did was say a bunch of nonsense and tried to make me her 'student'."

Hiro rubbed the bridge of his nose before speaking again. "Ugh, it's almost like Obake all over again."

Wasabi had left the prison, gotten into his car, and immediately called Hiro to explain the situation to him, since he had not been at the lab. Hiro had listened with interest as he was going over Baymax's camera footage from the last week.

"I just don't understand," Wasabi said as he removed the last of his armor. "'Where the street has no name'? Don't all streets have names?"

"Not unless they're making it because of construction." Hiro tapped his chin and turned off screen. "Hey Baymax, can you scan the city and see if there are any unnamed roads near construction?"

He heard the sounds of the scanner kicking into gear, and then his voice ring from the background. "I detect several unfinished roads near construction. Seventy-five percent are located at the northern part of the city."

"That's way too many. Especially up north? Why would she travel that far just to make a point?" Wasabi's phone vibrated. "Hang on, Honey Lemon just sent me something."

The picture came up, and he grinned. His friend was still sending him instances on social media about their escapade in Fish Town, and the smiling faces of the kids were present in every single picture he scrolled through.

Wait a minute…

"Hiro, what about Fish Town?"

"Huh?"

"Wouldn't it make more sense for you to hide something that's close to where your plan is? She has to have a separate place other than Obake's headquarters."

"Baymax?"

The scanner went off again. "There are no routes in Fish Town that are currently unnamed."

"It's not going to be that obvious. Remember who we're dealing with." Wasabi turned the key to his car. "Have Baymax send me a list of streets there. I have an idea."

The sun was just beginning to set as Wasabi pulled off of the main road in Fish Town. The list forwarded to him laid in the passenger seat, with almost all of the names crossed out...except one.

"She wasn't referring to a street with no name." Wasabi got out of his car and looked up at the street sign above him. It was faded, almost illegible, but the two words up top matched the ones on his list: Nanashi Street.

"It was literally a place called 'No Name Street'."

"It's a good thing you know more Japanese than I do."

He peered down the road and saw a single wooden cabin, barely visible from the road. "I think I may have the place. I'm going to go see what I can find."

"Do you think you'll need any backup? I can send a message to Fred and Go Go."

Wasabi walked up to the doorway and made the decision. "Nah, I think I should be fine. But I'll let you know if anything comes up."

"OK, I'll be here at the cafe. Later."

He put the phone back into his pocket and pulled out a flashlight. Clicking it on, he brought his hand toward the doorknob.

"Wait a minute. Am I really being this stupid? What if she has it booby-trapped?" He ran his light around the frame, trying to see any wires or boxes. Nothing.

"Now that I'm thinking about it. why would she booby-trap her own door?" He decided to take a chance and open the door. It creaked open, a fine layer of dust falling on his head. "Yuck!" He weaved his hands through his hair to get rid of it and stepped forward.

There was not a lot of space in the cabin, and only a few things to fill it up: a mattress in one corner (presumably for sleeping) and an old wooden desk with nothing on it.

"Hm." Wasabi made his way over to the desk, checking each drawer. Nothing in the set on the right. Nothing on the left. There was only the thin middle one left.

Bingo.

Inside was a small blue and grey knife roll, emblazoned with Momakase's profile, the same one on her note. The mesh on the outside was over a thin clear sheet of plastic. Wasabi gave it a touch. "BoPET. Insulated to block the heat signature of graphene. Good thing we didn't have Baymax scan for it; he wouldn't have been able to find it anyway."

He brought it out onto the table and unrolled it. Everything was included: a cleaver, a chef knife, a bread knife, a carving knife, and two smaller knives (presumably the boning and pairing knives). He noticed a flap right above the tips and took a peek at the pocket inside: four identical chef knives were hiding back there.

"Man, she sure has some good taste. Can't deny that." Wasabi rolled up the kit and tucked them under his arm to head out.

RING!

He almost jumped out of his pants as his phone vibrated. Quickly pulling it out, he brought it up to his face. "Hello?"

"Are you busy?" Honey Lemon's face came into view. "Hiro has—where are you at?"

"I'm at Fish Town, picking up a set of knives that Momakase, who is currently in jail, said I could have."

"...What?"

"Yeah, that sentence was just as weird in my mouth as it was in my head," Wasabi said as he closed the door to the cabin.

"Actually, Fred did mention something to me about you going to talk to her, but...well, you know Fred." Honey Lemon replied. "He was going on and on about his comic books and timelines and whatever. Then Go Go grabbed the phone and ended the call."

"Probably because he was talking her ear off. Luckily, assault is illegal everywhere, so she probably just stuffed him in his chair or something."

"So did you find them?"

"Got the package right here," Wasabi said, holding the roll up.

"What are you going to do with it?"

This had been something he had been thinking about every since he talked to Momakase, and an immediate answer hadn't come to mind. "I...don't know. Realistically, they should go to the police."

"Well, before you make up your mind, Hiro called me. He wants to show us something. I'm on my way there now." Honey Lemon said with a frown. "He...didn't sound good on the phone."

"I'll be there in a little bit. See you there."

Wasabi got into his car and took one last look at the cabin. His focus turned to the knives in his passenger seat. Momakase was right about one thing.

"It certainly would be a waste."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Man, I should really learn how to finish these things sooner.

There is an eerie similarity that I find between Obake & Hiro and Momakase and Wasabi. Obviously it wasn't explored to the degree Obake & Hiro was, but I like the idea of her "passing on" her tools to him. It also brings him a little closer to his comic counterpart.

This could possibly be undone if we see Momakase in Season 2 with her blades, but hey. It's fiction.

Also, I have no idea how this chapter became almost double the length of Chapter 1. I even left some stuff out at the end (an encounter with one of the kids of Fish Town). I might add that in another part.

Speaking of which, what exactly has Hiro all wound up? That is the subject of the next chapter, which will hopefully be coming out early next week.

Read and review, if you like. Until next time.