"The people still think we're good, that's great guys! All of our worries are for not, the people still believe in us!" Honey shouted with joy, bouncing up and down on the heels of her feet.
"Not all of them," Hiro looked to Fred, "They still don't know. I want to change that." A smile cracked the mascots face, he nodded in thanks.
Wasabi walked in the middle of the two, "how about tomorrow it's already past midnight, and we had a hard fight. I don't know about any of you but i am tired and don't really feel up to a midnight talk with the press." He gave a hearty laugh and pulled the two other guys into under his arm in a large bro-hug.
"So we're done here?" Gogo deadpanned, reaching a hand for the door. Something in the way she moved seemed like she wasn't just tired, she wanted to leave for another reason.
"Ya we're good, after one more question. Am i going alone, or are we all going?" Hiro pulled the large arm from his shoulders, and went so far as to take a step away from his friend so he couldn't immediately grab him again.
"I don't think we should all go." Honey spoke before anyone else could get a thought together. "Let the leader go, with Beymax of course. But we don't need to be there, Hiro can handle himself."
"You know now that you say it like that, i kinda think so too. We might just distract him or even risk revealing ourselves." Wasabi crossed his arms across his chest, letting the mascot go in the process.
"Are you crazy, we can just send Hiro, we should all go, i know he can handle himself, i don't doubt that. But wouldn't it look weird having only one of us to tell the people we lost a member, a friend." Fred spoke, throwing in random arm motions to try and emphasize his point.
"I know you want to be there Fred, but i think i should do this one just me and Beymax." Hiro placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to see his reaction. but Fred hid his face, his long blonde hair falling over his features. The man muttered something under his breath. "We can't risk revealing ourselves to the public. Not yet anyway…" His voice trailed off as he looked to the rest of the group in turn. He lowered his head and muttered, '"Maybe we should." An idea slowly churned in his head.
"I think we're done for today." Wasabi said, a little too happy for the situation. He pushed Hiro toward the door, Honey following just behind, and Beymax not far behind her. Once everyone got outside the house Wasabi spoke again to fill the silence, "Well this thoroughly sucks in every way. Come on Honey i'll take you home." They both climbed into Wasabi's van and disappeared into the darkness of the night, the hum of a moater filled the air for a short while after.
"Good luck tomorrow, i think you'll need it. Just remember to breath like Tadashi taught you before you presented your microbots. Don't do anything stupid, everyone will be watching whether they love us or hate us." Gogo tried to keep up his spirits like he was just about to go on stage now instead of tomorrow.
Hiro walked her to her bike, "I think something stupid is just what i'm going to do." He confidently replied, knowing full well that his plan was insane. They kissed goodnight and Gogo disappeared into the night, without a sound. Beymax waddled up behind Hiro, "time to go home buddy." He mounted the cherry red armor and with the sound of thrusters firing disappeared into the night sky, leaving a thin line of smoke behind him.
Fear gripped Hiros chest, he hadn't heard from his friends all day and to top it all off he was about to stand in front of hundreds of camera crews and reporters, with a spattering of normal spectators. He still wore his armor, the purple reflection in the polished wood door in front of him showed it. His tinted visor was slightly foggy from the heavy breathing he head been doing to try and calm himself down. With a shaky hand he opened the door and stepped into a large room filled with people and chairs, it wasn't loud when he entered but when people saw him they stopped their conversations. Hiro looked to his right, a podium with a microphone attached to it stood a few feet away.
He took in deep gulps of air as he approached the microphone. He cleared his throat to show he was ready to speak, even though everyone in the room sat in silence. "First off, i would like to thank you for listening to me, and to the people who voted in our favor last night on the poles." A murmur spread through the crowd. "But that is not why i'm here, I'm here because we lost someone yesterday." Loud whispering ripened the crowd. "Some of you may have noticed we call ourselves Big Hiro Six, and that of late we had a seventh member. We no longer do, we lost her to the great beyond late yesterday near midnight. She was a treasured friend, a valued ally." Everyone stared on in silence as Hiro pulled in more deep breaths. "I also wanted to say, to those who think we killed Krei on purpose, you're wrong. Things got out of hand fast, an attack in an attempt to subdue him went a little too far. It was a complete accident. Thank you, i'll answer a few questions if there are any?"
He was prepared to be hounded with questions, but the wall of sound that hit him was far worse than he expected. All the reporters were on there feet and shouting for his attention, he didn't shy away but he wanted to. He randomly pointed to someone hoping it would end the noise. A man in a deep blue suit with brown hair and skin stood up. "Thank you, so how did your friend die?"
A lump formed in Hiros throat, "if it's all the same to you, i would prefer to not share that information. Next question please." He randomly pointed again, hoping to not have to endure the piercing noise again.
This time a woman was picked out, "Just why do you people think you should help the city. Can't the police do that themselves?" A tinge of something close to anger joined her smooth voice.
"I don't doubt they can on normal occasions, but for our first mission the police could and did do nothing. I personally reported problems to them, and they looked at me like i didn't know anything because i was a kid. I obviously wasn't in this get up." He gestured toward himself, "but you know what i mean. I wanted Robert Callihan arrested for personal reason along with his crimes. But the cops couldn't do anything, so when the cops can't do something or won't, we will. Next question."
Another random point, another man stood. "Do all your powers come from the suits or are you mutants of some kind?"
Hiro gave a soft chuckle, "It's all suits, I designed all of them myself for the entire team. I'm sure you know them already. Next question."
Now a woman stood up, "Are there any meanings behind the suits specialties, maybe something to do with personality?"
"You hit the nail on the head, all about personality. I mean if you had to dress like this wouldn't you want to be dressed along with something you love as your power? Final question." He waited for a few seconds, the wall of sound blasted at him again as everyone pleaded to get there question answered.
This time he picked out someone specific. A black haired man with a comfortable looking black suit. He stood and spoke with a deep booming voice, "Just who are you people? And don't say Big Hero Six, who are you under that helmet?"
"You know sir, i will not willing share the identities of my friends without their consent. But under these we are normal people that lead ordinary lives." A single thought rushed through his head I'm so going to regret this. While simultaneously reaching up to his helmet he continued, "I'm very glad you asked that question." He pulled off his helmet, his face revealed to the cameras and news reporters, "If you don't recognise me, i'm Hiro Hamada, leader of Big Hero Six. I thank you all for listening and joining me today." He quickly turned and strolled orr toward the polished door, his helmet under his arm. The sound of cameras clicking from pictures seemed to fill the air more than the wall of sound because every reporter was stunned into silence. Yup i'm definitely going to regret that one.
The next week was very hectic, lots of lectures from his friends and Aunt Cass. Any time he left the café, which was not often, he was hounded by people wanting autographs or something along the lines. Than on the other side of the spectrom he received a threat or two, and plenty of insults from people who didn't support them. But either way life went on, and with that week came the active sadness of brains loss. But now he found himself in front of a mirror, staring back at himself wearing a black suit, his unruly hair gelled back onto his head as best he could. He looked at the robot wall clock, time to go. The soft partition of rain splashing against this window followed his out as he descended the stairs, and got into the waiting van just in front of the café.
Here it is, i'm starting to slow down a little too much for my liking. I'll try to do better. While writing this chapter i found out if you hold alt and type 0233 on your keyboard this comes out é. kinda cool.
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