A/N: For HeavensLuminousArc: Yea... Ichi, Ni, and San are 1, 2, 3. Lame right? Totallllly not cliché (sarcasm) but I felt it matched them when I saw their pic (on account that they had numbers on their shoulders). Most of you probably have an idea but they're the Fujitas. It's easy to see which pic I used for their inspiration since San is only a little girl in like 2 of them.

Just so you guys know, there's two important but slightly minor details in my story.

One: EVERYONE is half-Japanese or full Japanese so it's not like you can speak Japanese so people can't understand what you are saying. (Technically, they're already speaking Japanese)

Two: What happened in the movie isn't necessarily what happened in my story, wink wink. Once you see the hints I drop you'll understand more.

THREE (I went there): The Sweet Pea is a very significant flower in this story that builds Hiro's and Tadashi's relationship (as brothers or lovers who knows..mostly just brothers lol the incest route is actually looking dim sorry) If you translate the flower language you'll know what it means or you can wait for me to tell you in the story. Either case, knowing the meaning of the Sweat Pea is only half the battle. *Evil laugh*

Chapter 4

The Little Flower Girl

Hiro could only sum up what happened yesterday in one word: Horrible!

It was hard to believe that after all of that searching and patrolling for Tadashi, finding him nowhere in sight, they actually had the stroke of luck to happen upon him helping a bunch of thugs rob one of Krei Tech's warehouses. But it was more like fate was just tempting them! Hiro had made the bright decision of chasing after that fake Tadashi, splitting up the gang, only ending up with all of them beaten and bruised. No closer to getting Tadashi back than before!

Some leader he was!

And with the finals coming up soon, his team have less time to help him catch his older brother!

He even had to poorly explain to Aunt Cass about where his wounds came from, that he had fell down a set of stairs at SFIT. He still regrets lying to her about him attending the nerd school. It's just that he couldn't tell her about what he's been up to, it'd only worry her more. Besides, he reasoned, after this was all done and over with, he and Tadashi could attend San Fransokyo Intitute of Technology like they had originally intended.

But that was a long way from now...

Hiro needed a breather to get his mind off of all of this stress so he decided to face one of his inner demons. He looked up at the building in question, having already stood outside for five minutes. Just staring at it.

"Hiro, I am not sure if this is a good idea." Baymax warned Hiro and for some reason, that annoying smothering of his was able to allow Hiro to get the resolve to enter. Baymax tried blocking Hiro's way but the small teen just walked around him, pushing past through the doors.

Ding, ding, it rang.

"Why, hello, and welcome!" A kind-looking woman wearing her dark hair in a short ponytail greeted him. She eyed Baymax in surprise as he came up from behind him moments later.

"Um, hi..." Hiro averted his gaze from the woman's sunny bright smile, biting at his lower lip. He rubbed at the back of his neck with a hand before looking back up at her. He really didn't want to deal with this and just wanted to get this done and over with so he rudely pushed past her and went deeper into the shop to find what he wanted.

"I am deeply sorry for my patient. He is going through some pubescent phases at the moment." Baymax paused to explain to her before he attempted to squeeze past her in the opening that was much too small for his large bubbly frame.

"It's no problem?" The woman stated in a question mark as she eyed the strange boy and his bot. She thought it better to just pretend it was nothing out of the ordinary, going back to her business.

–

"This isn't it! No, this isn't it either!" Hiro groaned in a loud whisper as he began tossing one ceramic flower vase after the other behind him. Baymax was behind him, trying to catch each of the pots while also trying to put them back into their proper places. In the midst of his throwing, Hiro grabbed a flowerpot that looked right but when he brought it closer to his eyes and squinted at it, he groaned once again. Tossing it along with the others.

"I can't find it!" Hiro huffed loudly and was about to tear his hair apart.

"Hiro, perhaps we shouldn't go. I fear it may be detrimental to your health."

"How is it detrimental to my health?!" Hiro turned around to look at Baymax with a twitch in his eye. He catches himself before sighing. "I'm fine, Baymax. I won't go into relapse again." He raises a hand to stop Baymax before he could say anything. "I promise. Okay?"

The large bubbly robot stared at him, tilting his head. Optics closed and reopened, making clicking and whirring sounds as he attempted to scan Hiro. After a few silent moments, Baymax stood back up and let Hiro return back to things. While the scans were...unfortunate, Baymax decided to put his faith into the little genius. There were just some things that he could never understand as a robot.

When Hiro saw that Baymax was no longer going to voice any more objections, he went back to his business at hand. But no matter which flowers Hiro looked through, he just couldn't find that particular flower that he was looking for.

It took a few hard seconds for him but Hiro decided that he needed help and it would be best to ask the woman from earlier for help. Despite his earlier rudeness.

"Oh, hey, um... store lady-person?" He said, trying to be as polite as possible but with his mind elsewhere and him needing to get back, it made it a bit difficult, to say the least.

"Hi, what can I help you with?" The woman asked. She just smiled and didn't seem all that annoyed, which made things a little easier. A little.

"Yeah, well, I really really really need this one flower for my brother and I can't seem to find it." Hiro started, hoping that she knew what he was talking about. The blank look she was giving him told him otherwise. He chastised himself for thinking that the woman could read his mind. "Um, the flowers are bluuuue?" The woman only looked more confused at his vague detail. "Sorry, I don't know what they're called.

"But anyways, they're really really pretty! And they're like a bunch of different tones of blue!" Hiro started gesturing with his hands madly, trying to think of any other ways to describe those flowers.

The woman just stands there, taking in every word and trying to discern what flowers he was asking about.

"I'm really sorry about this!" He apologized but she just waved his apology away.

"It's alright, kid. Don't shed a thing about it. This kinda thing is what comes with the job description."

"Hey, Lucy, watcha doing?" A young girl, around Hiro's age, popped up, pushing past Hiro to speak to the flower woman.

"Oh, hey San, here for another gift?" The woman looks past the short girl and back at Hiro, clicking her tongue loudly. "Sorry, but I gotta help this young man with something first."

"What? Why would some guy be more important than me?" The girl, San, complained and crossed her arms. She turned around to look at Hiro and glared at him with dark oak eyes. "What do you want anyway, punk?"

Hiro found himself being cornered by the girl but figured that it was harmless and told her about the blue flowers that he was looking for and how he was asking the shopkeeper, Lucy, for help.

San kept looking at him with the glare in her eyes and scoffed at him like he was a bug in her eyes.

"Really? That's it?" She scoffed at him before pulling out her smartphone, typing a few things into it and then shoving it into his face. "It's called the Sweet Pea."

Hiro gave her a raised eyebrow but then looked at the picture on the screen and his jaw dropped. Some of the flowers were different shades and colors but it was the right flowers.

Despite him giving the worst description possible, the girl was able to find out the exact flower he was looking for. He had to hand it to her, she was pretty good.

"So what do you need the Sweet Peas for?" The rude girl asked suddenly.

"They're for my brother."

"Oh," the young girl paused, biting her lower lips. "My condolences then."

Hiro didn't take the time to wonder what she had meant by that, quickly checking the flowers out at the register before running off. He had already wasted too much time at the flowershop as it was. And he needed to get going.

He was trying to shove Baymax into the backseat of the moped and drive away when suddenly the girl blasted out of the flower shop, yelling at him. Waving her arms.

"Oh my god! You're that punk Hiro Hamada!" She declared furiously with an accusative finger.

"Huh, what?" Hiro backed away nervously. He looked to Baymax for help but the bot was too busy admiring a butterfly that landed on his finger.

He turned to look back at the girl without any backup. Confusion written all over his face.

"If I did something to you, I'm sorry?" Hiro said, ducking his neck under his shoulders. He fiddled with his things in his pocket. When he found the keys to the moped, he quickly inserted them and started the engines.

"Did something? Ha! I saw you in that bot-fighting match against Mr. Yama!" San laughed cheekily. "It was hilarious! I couldn't believe you had the galls to cheat him!" The short girl wiped a tear from her eyes. "That was so priceless."

He froze at her words. "Um, thanks?" Hiro said. He was lost now. He couldn't recall any bot fights with anyone named Mr. Yama.

"Thanks nothing! I couldn't believe you destroyed Little Yama." The little girl suddenly turned cold and glared at him again. "That was the first time anyone's ever destroyed my bot!"

"Your bot?" Hiro raised a brow.

"Yeah, long story short, I made Little Yama for Mr. Yama... BUT you're lucky that it wasn't me in the match! I would've wrecked that tiny cutsie bot of yours! And I have more better ones, too." She declared proudly. "You should come to the next bot fight, tonight!"

"Sorry, I don't bot fight anymore." Hiro said, putting on his helmet. He turned around and was going to drive off but the girl grabbed him by the arm, stopping him.

"That sucks. Heck, maybe it's best you don't bot fight anymore, else I'd cream you! But," San pulls out a small card from the pocket of her shirt and hands it to him. "In case you ever change your mind." It read 'Bot Fight Bash! B-Y-O-B!' along with the time and place of the event. He eyes it curiously but shrugs it off.

Bot fighting was just something he didn't do anymore. It seemed so far away now, like the old him didn't even exist. But while he knew he wasn't going to go bot fighting again, he didn't want to throw it away in front of the girl, especially after she helped him find his flowers so he put them into his hood's pockets.

"Thanks, I'll think about it..."

"San." She replied before giving him a hard hit in the back of his shoulders. He eyed her in shock at how hard her blow was. How'd such a small girl hit so hard?! "And don't you dare forget it!"

He just nodded at her and gave her a small smile before he raced off with Baymax in tow.

"And next time, don't use your real name in an underground syndicate!" He heard San yell out at him and give him a middle finger.

It's a shame he hadn't met her before he quit. The two of them probably would've hit it off pretty well.

–

"Are you ready Hiro?" Baymax asked, placing a hand over his shoulders.

Hiro stood there at the campus entrance with the large bouquet of Sweet Peas wrapped in his arms. He looked from the flower and back to Baymax, shaking his head.

"For the umpteenth time, I'll be fine Baymax. My condition has been getting better, so there's no need to worry."

"I seem to recall that the last time we came here, you had gone into shock and collapsed."

"That was before I found out that Tadashi was alive." Hiro scoffed. "Besides, weren't you the one who forced me to come here last time? Something about me 'getting treatment'?" He smiles with a toothy grin up at the bot. "Well, I'm here by my own choice, now."

Many of the university's students were either in class or passing the time in the library or labs so the walk to their destination was eerily quiet and devoid of humans. It sent chills down his spine but he shrugged it off.

He was better. Stronger now.

Sure he had a few...hiccups but they were long gone.

This was just the last obstacle for him to overcome.

He eyed the black structure when they got to their destination. A sudden pounding filled his chest. He felt himself suffocating as the painful thrums of his heart just kept beating louder and louder.

"Hiro." Baymax asked sternly.

"I'M FINE!" Hiro huffed, shaking his head. "I can do this!"

He blinked several times before he looked back at the structure to see two pairs of eyes looking at him and the harsh beating in his heart stopped as he went still. It was Tadashi and Callaghan.

While he knew better, he couldn't help but feel hurt whenever he gazed up at Tadashi's face. Even more so now considering that his vision was plagued by Tadashi's disfigurement making it hard for him to look without remembering those vengeful and hate-filled eyes. He thought that he could make it through this but now he wasn't so sure. He was hesitant. Should he continue or give up?

No, that was a dumb question.

"Hello, Tadashi, it's been a while, hasn't it?" Hiro said and winced before he walks up to the memorial stone. He looks between the two portraits; the two portraits of the people whom he idolized the most in the world. It almost felt like they were right there with him. He almost smiled from the thought but shakes it away.

With a frown, he places the flowers down.

"I hope you like the flowers, bro. I know you like blue and I have to say, I couldn't get these little guys out of my head for some reason." He chews on the insides of his cheeks and continues on awkwardly with a fake smile. "I'd like to give them to you more personally but since you're off doing supervillain junk or whatever, this will have to do."

He looked down at the picture of Tadashi and groaned. Baymax was right! He couldn't do this!

"Man, this is harder than I thought!" Hiro complained, scratching his head. "I really wish you were here, Tadashi! Why did you have to leave us?" He fell to his knees and picked up the picture, staring at it intensely. Hoping that somehow it would talk back to him. But of course it didn't. That would be silly.

If only...

Standing back up with the picture still in his hand, Hiro sighed for the umpteenth time. Then he remembered the card that San had given him earlier. Quickly pulling it out to look at it.

He hardly remembered what it meant to bot-fight. It was so long ago... But he could remember the thrill. The chase! He remembered loving it all! How even as knee deep in trouble he got himself into, his brother would always pop out at the right moment. Rescuing him.

Back then, he hadn't really appreciated Tadashi's efforts as much as he did now. Now he could only wish that he had told Tadashi about how he really felt. How he wasn't scared because of what an awesome brother Tadashi was and how much he loved him. And that was probably also why he was so reckless in the first place. He took his life and Tadashi for granted. It felt like it wouldn't ever end.

And now, he wasn't sure of what to think anymore. Would they ever get that life back?

Something in the back of his mind kept saying no, but his heart told him to never stop believing. Just how though? How can you never stop believing when everything in the world tells you otherwise? When he can't help but feel like it would've been better if Tadashi had died in the fire like he had first assumed?

Hiro squeezed the portrait tightly in his grasps, cracking the glass slightly before he put it back down.

He looked back at the card again.

Maybe it won't hurt to go bot-fighting just one more time.

Though, it looked like the bot-fight wouldn't start for another hour or two. Might as well as use some of that time to work some more on that electromagnetic pulse detonator and maybe on one of his old bots to bring to the fight.

–

It got dark so suddenly. It was hard to believe that it was shining brightly only just an hour and a half ago. Like a bad omen telling him that it was a bad idea to come here.

Hiro raised the collar of the black jacket over his ears as he ducked his head down.

He had to dress more inconspiciously since that San girl had recognized him despite him bot-fighting almost 7 months ago. It was best not to rile anyone up, lest they hold a grudge.

Then again, it would have been best if he left Baymax home. He looked over his shoulders at the robot as he squeaked with every footstep, staying close behind. But as long as Baymax stays in the crowd, no one would associate the two of them together.

Maybe.

When he got to his destination, he noticed the familiar surroundings. The crowds of people. The cheering. The smell of sweat and motor oil. It was nostalgic to say the least.

Except this time, there wouldn't be a Tadashi to come to his rescue if something goes wrong.

Hiro shook his head at the last thought.

He came here to let off some steam. And that's what he intends to do.

"Whaddya want kid?" A woman wearing an eyepatch looked at him, up and down. She had a hand on her hip. Sighing, she popped a bubble of gum in her mouth. "Let's get this over with. Name?"

"Hi—" Hiro paused when he remembered San's words. He chewed his tongue, trying to think of a name and said the first thing that popped into his mind. "My name is Tenshi."

"Tenshi?" The woman scoffed in disbelief. Scribbling away on her spreadsheet. "Right... and your bot that you're entering?"

Hiro pulled out a small bot shaped like lego blocks out from his pockets. It wasn't as cutesy looking as his Megabot but it still looked like a kid had made it. Despite Hiro knowing otherwise of the hidden potential in his bot.

Old tricks die hard.

"This is my bot, Smasher." He said.

The woman was about to say something when San popped out of nowhere, hugging the woman. "Ni! That's Hiro!" She smirked as she glared over at him. "The guy who gave Yama a good bopping?"

Recognition filled the eyepatch woman's eye and her one good eye narrowed down on him.

"I see. Tenshi was it?" She asked with a certain sharpness in her tone. Looking like she was ready to kill him. Well, this didn't bode well. "I remember that match, I was the judge..." Ni said. Her lips slowly parted to reveal sharp fangs.

Hiro drooped his shoulders down, taking a step back. Maybe it wasn't a good idea, after all. He needed to find a way out. Fast.

She got closer and closer. Rising tall above him. She was crouching between her shoulders like a predator and before he knew it, the frightening woman lunged at him. Grabbing him by the shoulders and squeezing the life out of him! Her hold was painful and tight.

"Oh. My. Gawd!" Ni roared in... laughter? He opened his eyes to look back up at the woman as she wrapped her arms around him tighter. Suffocating him. When she finally let go, he wobbled backwards in surprise. His feet were unsteady and he could barely stand straight. Before he knew what hit him, she punched him—hard—in the left shoulder.

"Ow!" He couldn't help but cry out. He looked back up at her, fearing that she was going to punch him again. She seemed to be amused with his reaction. Which only made her punch him again in the same spot.

"Ni, stop bullying him." San chastised the older woman.

"Pfft, he's a man. He can take it." The woman said before she gave him another whop.

Hiro whined at the third strike. It felt like something was dislocated. He was glad that she wasn't trying to kill him but he couldn't help but wonder if death was the more desirable option of the two.

It looked like she was going to punch him again but then San grabbed her by the wrist and quickly spun her around into an arm lock.

"Please stop messing with Hiro. He's not one of your playthings." San said in a frighteningly calm tone. The shadows from her bangs covered her eyes, giving her the impression of a demon.

Ni grunted and tried to pull out of her grasp, which made her look even more pathetic considering that San was half her size and younger. After a few more twists, the woman finally relented and gave in. San let her go and Ni stretched, cracking her bones back into place. Sighing again, she gave Hiro another glare, although more friendly than before.

"You're an interesting kid." Ni said. She turned to walk away, to tend to other participants but quickly spun back towards Hiro, preparing to punch him again. Hiro flinched as he awaited another punch but the woman just laughed, shaking her head. She reached over gently, and ruffled his messy locks before racing off, disappearing into the crowd.

Tadashi used to do that to him (besides the punching)... It left him speechless.

"She's a good person." San said, stepping up besides Hiro. "Even though she's kinda hard on the outside." She turned to look at him, giving him a blank expression. There was an impression of a thin smile on her lips but it was hard for him to tell on the tough little girl. "Good luck."

Hiro looked at her in confusion for a bit until he remembered where he was.

He held Smasher tight in his hands and gave her a toothy grin.

"Don't need it." He said.

San smirked at him, shaking her head.

"You're missing a tooth. That's adorable." She gave a light giggle. Like she was mocking him. "I was afraid that you couldn't smile." She turned her head for a bit before she looked back at him. Staring him deep in the eyes. "It's not your fault that your brother is gone. Don't hurt yourself over it."

Hiro looked at her in shock. How'd she know about Tadashi? He never mentioned anything to her.

But before he could say anything, the girl vanished with a wave.

An emptiness had found itself in the epicenter of his heart. Lodge down there in the darkest pit of his soul. It was painful and he was angry that San brought his pain back to the surface!

But no matter how angry and frustrated he was. He couldn't blame the girl.

Because deep down, he knew that the emptiness had always been there. It had never left to begin with. It never left when he thought he could hunt down Tadashi's killer. It never left when he realized that Tadashi was alive. And it definitely didn't leave when he had the full support of his friends and family behind him, sacrificing themselves to help him every step of the way of his pain.

"Damn you, Tadashi..." He sighed, looking down at his feet. It took him some moments before he gathered the strength he needed to head over to the preliminary matches.

Unbeknownst to him, there was a figure in the crowd that was watching him. Full of malice. A single glowing blue light shined in the unending darkness of the alley. A hollow groan from an unseen machine echoed in a low hum, sounding like shattered plastic, distorted. The pedestrians didn't seem to notice the strange sound or the figure before the mysterious light turned off and the figure melted into the background.

"Hiro..." A dark male's voice whispered.

–

"And... Tenshi wins!" Ni waved, ending Hiro's 8th match in another victory.

At first, he was worried that his matchups wouldn't end so well since he was still rusty from ages of not playing but his worries were unfounded. Most of his other competitors were whimps at best. Many of them seemed to only be concerned with just punching the other bot until it was scrap metal with no real plan or strategy. Brute strength and nothing else. It also didn't help that most of them didn't seem to spend that much time tinkering with their bots.

First, he was afraid of losing in the first round.

Now, after eight consecutive wins, he was upset that none of them had given him any competition.

"Hey, don't get cocky, Tenshi." Ni nudged him, nodding over at a nearby match.

He saw San bowing down to her opponent before they took their respective seats. The opponent, was a young man, reminding him of Fred with the beanie cap he was wearing except it had a pirate logo on it. The man's robot was some kind of crab creature, with one massive chainsaw pincer and a tiny grappling hook pincer. It looked heavily armored and fast.

A bad combination.

San on the other hand, had a smaller bot that looked like a miniature boxer. There was a chain draped around its neck like a towel. It was black with gold rims, looking very familiar but he couldn't recall where he had seen it before. If what she said before about building Little Yama, he assumed they were probably close in appearance and design.

Barely seconds into the match, the crab bot quickly turned to its side and shot out a harpoon, stabbing San's bot straight through its torso. The crab bot nailed itself into the ground and was reeling its chain back but the man was surprised to see that the boxer bot didn't budge an inch.

San gave a bored puff of air, blowing at her bangs. She pressed a button on her controller and her bot grabbed the chain with one metallic hand, giving a small tug that sent the larger bot flying towards it in the air. It gave another tug that sent the crab flying straight down like a bullet while punching its free fist upwards at the same time. The crab bot exploded into a million pieces as its face met with the incoming fist.

"The Champion wins again!" The score girl watching over the match crossed her arms, and cheered.

"Think you could beat her?" Ni asked with a chuckle, looking down at Hiro through the corners of her eye.

His mouth was hanging open from the fight but he wiped it off and looked back at her with a smirk.

"Oh, definitely!" He stated with a cheeky grin.

"Confident, I like that." Ni said, ruffling his hair again before racing off to watch over another match.

Hiro walked over to congratulate San on her impressive win. Maybe there was hope for his fight after all. Not all of these guys were scrubs, it seemed.

"Impressed?" San asked with a smirk, crossing her arms when she saw him approaching.

"Puh-leaze! Not even if you think that hunk of junk can take down my Smasher." Hiro replied.

San just scoffed at his confidence. "We'll see about that. Jetfist will knock your eensy weensy Smasher off his soon to be nonexistent feet! Bluh." She stuck her tongue out at him.

Hiro just laughed. He wondered if this is what it would have been like if he had a little sister.

He raised a fist at her and the two of them made a fist bump together. He half-expected her to go 'Fla la lala la~' and mentally rebuked himself for it. Baymax was too impressionable sometimes.

"So, you're done with your matches and moving onto the semi-finals, then?" Hiro asked.

"Yeah. Don't die before we fight each other," she gave him a stern look. "I need a good stretch to help me hold onto that prize money. It's heavy."

The two of them looked over at the score board to see several headshots of a bunch of menacing looking figures along with a headshot of their respective bots next to it.

"Tough competition?" Hiro asked her with a wink.

"Nah. Especially not with some bratty preteen boy to fight against."

"Hey, I'm turning 15 soon, thank you very much."

San laughed and nodded over at one of the other participant's screen. There was boy wearing a biker's helmet that covered his entire head. His bot that he was using was a strange ball-looking thing that had two long locking arms and legs. Its head was a tiny little turret that could stick out of the bulbous body like a turtle.

"Hmm, his name is Par?" Hiro noted out loud at the strange name.

"Not like Tenshi is any better." San chastised him, nudging him in the stomach with her elbow. It must've been a codename like Hiro's. "He's my next opponent. Wish me luck."

"Like you need luck, you got girl power." Hiro said with a laugh. She flicked him in the forehead before heading off to the rest area to do some quick maintenance on Jetfist before her match.

Hiro decided to do the same.

When the time for his match started, he was paired up with a retro-punk looking girl who was donning super thick goggles over her pink-dye hair. Her bot was a thick disk that was hovering by anti-gravity gyros. Hiro raised a brow at it before he took his seat.

As their match was starting, he waited for the girl to make her first move. To his mild shock, spinning blades shot out of the disk bot's rims. It buzzed and hummed before it darted down towards his Smasher.

Hiro grounded his teeth at the bot's amazing speed. He maneuvered Smasher to roll and duck, narrowly dodging the spinning blades of doom. A piece of his bot's shoulders were hacked off in the process.

He bit his lower lips as the disk bot stopped midair. It ran backwards without losing any acceleration, coming right back at his Smasher in full speed. He made Smasher run and duck again but the flying bot just came but like a relentless boomerang. It went on for a good minute and Smasher was slowly falling apart while the girl's bot wasn't even scratched yet.

He had wanted a challenge but this was getting ridiculous now!

Well, it was time to up the ante.

Hiro looked at the bot in frustration. How was he supposed to defeat it when it kept zipping about like a ravenous bee? Then he noticed something. Each time it flew down, there was a slight delay from the air resistance as it started spinning its blades. If he timed it right...

The bot was coming down again.

"Come on!" He spammed a bunch of the buttons on his controller, making Smasher jump up in the air but the disk bot shot up vertically, knocking his bot away. "Darn!" With his bot flying in the air, he had less options of movement and could only prepare as the blades raced up to rip his bot in two.

But just as the girl's bot tore Smasher into a dozen bits of broken pieces, the pieces were magnetized, locking onto the sides of the disk before sending it plummeting straight to the ground. It imploded on impact.

"What? How?!" The girl could only look on in shock, tossing her remote in a mix of shock and anger.

He let out a breath of fresh air. It was lucky that he dropped the main core of his bot on the ground before he made Smasher jump in the air. As long as the core was untouched, he was able to reconnect Smasher's pieces and connect that disk bot into the ground. Booyah!

Everyone looked at him, not sure of who the winner was.

"I guess you win again, Mr. Tenshi." Ni scoffed with a shake of her head. If his bot was anything like his previous one, that was a sure fire win, even though it was more suicidal. She looked down at the fallen pieces and saw them wiggling as if trying to get back together and sighed. "Yeah, you win, kid. Just don't expect San to fall for these tricks of yours."

"I don't." Hiro laughed as he gathered the pieces into his arms.

He heard some cheering from nearby where San's area was. He smirked knowingly. It sounded like she had already won. Getting up, he prepared to give her some congratulations before he fought her in the finals.

As he made his way over to the match, he had expected San to stand up victorious without a care. Maybe making a wisecrack about her opponent while she was at it. But to his surprise, San's bot was nowhere to be found while the biker boy's bot was standing there triumphantly in the ring, surrounded by scrap metal.

"Par wins!" The score girl yelled. "Legendary San lost!"

He watched as San and the biker boy stood up to give each other a handshake.

The two of them noticed Hiro approaching them, San waving him over. She didn't look as upset as he had expected.

"Oh, hey, Hir—Tenshi." San called out to him.

"Hey, San." Hiro asked, scratching the back of his head. "You, uh, lost?"

"Yeah, but it's fine. I was only in it for the challenge. It's just a shame that I couldn't fight you. Maybe some other time?" San shook her head.

"So you're the one I'm supposed to face next. Hiro Hamada, right?" The biker boy asked.

Hiro looked at the boy in shock. "Umm, no. I'm Tenshi. Just Tenshi." He said.

An uncomfortable silence came between the two of them. The biker boy didn't make a move to say anything. He just continued to stare at Hiro for an unnerving long time. But it felt like the other boy knew him. Like really knew him.

But how?

As if that wasn't creepy enough, the silence coupled with that black reflection on the other boy's visor made it feel like he was talking to some kind of freaky clone of himself.

"You don't seem as special as the rumors go." Par finally spoke up. He walked away before Hiro could say anything back.

"Okay, that was really strange." San said, voicing her opinion aloud. She looked between the two boys, looking back and forth between Par and Hiro a few times in confusion. Crossing her arms, she looked back at Hiro with a curious raise of her brow. Her bang parted slightly covering one of her eyes. "Know that kid?"

"Nope. Never seen him before in my entire life." Hiro said.

"Either way, beat that punk for me, will ya?" San laughed, elbowing him in the chest.

"Will do."

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Hiro was chewing on his lips just as his bot was grappled and thrown into the air. Two hooks shot up at Smasher and slammed him back into the ground but not before splitting it in half.

"Darn it!"

He tried to come up with a method to defeat Par but every trick he had up in his sleeves had little to no effect. Quickly, his bot was wearing down to the core. If he didn't do anything soon, Par would win.

"Come on!" He made Smasher shoot out all of his secondary pieces like flying bullets, trying to pierce the ball bot's armor but it just closed itself and blocked off all of the attacks.

"This is getting boring. I thought you were a better bot fighter than this." Par scoffed. "Let's end this." He pressed a few series of buttons and his bot got back on two feet, shooting out one of its tentacle hook arms into Smasher's core. A burst of energy filled the bot's arms and surged into Hiro's bot causing it to overload and explode!

"And Par wins!" The crowd went mad and cheered at the biker boy's victory.

Hiro was looking around for Baymax when he suddenly found Par standing in front of him, blocking his way.

"Need some cash?" He laughed, mockingly at him. He waved the wads of cash in his hands alluringly in front of Hiro and the young Hamada could only glare up at him.

"I don't need it." Hiro scoffed, slinging his backpack over his shoulders. "I was just in it for the thrill." He tried to push past Par but the boy was surprisingly hard to push despite his small stature.

"Oh, but I thought bot-fighting was ever so lucrative? Isn't that why you took up bot-fighting in the first place?" Par pushed Hiro back with a hand, standing taller over him.

Hiro looked at the boy, in full astonishment.

There was something very off about the boy.

Hiro had an inkling of a feeling that Par knew a lot about him but now he was more than positive that Par knew everything about him. And that was not good at all!

"Baymax!" Hiro started to call out for his healthcare bot in a panic. A hand grabbed him by the shoulders and he found himself being slammed into the wall.

"I don't get it..." Par growled, staring hard at him through those cold unfeeling black visors. "Why are you so special and not me?!"

"I don't know what you are talking about, just let me go!" Hiro screamed. He felt Par's grip tighten harder on his shoulders, crushing him. He was inhumanely strong! Hiro tried to kick him but the other boy barely budged from the impact.

A large shadow appeared behind Par and Hiro sighed in relief. It was Baymax coming to the rescue! And not a moment too soon, either.

"Par," a voice that was not at all Baymax's voice spoke softly and the boy stood up rigid. His grip around Hiro lessened to a somewhat comfortable level and he turned his head to look at the looming figure in fear.

"F-Father...!"

"We're done here," the figure stated coldly. A single blue light shone from under his bangs, making him look like a monster. "I got what I was looking for thanks to your distractions." Even though the figure didn't move its head, Hiro knew that the figure was watching him closely as it was talking to Par. "Now let's return home."

Par turned back to glance at Hiro, seeming to weigh his options of finishing off Hiro or going against his 'father's' orders until he finally let go. Quickly disappearing with the shadowy figure.

Slow squeaker pitter patters echoed in the empty alley and Baymax's white plushy form appeared next to Hiro.

"Is everything alright, Hiro?" Baymax asked with a tilt of his head.

"Yeah..." Hiro said slowly. He blinked as if he had just woken up from a dream and turned to look back at Baymax. The colors drained from his face. "I think I just saw Tadashi."