Edit - Fixed the mistake with little and older brother. XD Thank you to the people who pointed that out, it was late when I finished writing this, so I was bound to make a mistake. Its all good now though, just hoping I don't make myself look stupid again. X3

Hellooooooo finally. Apologises but of course I was busy with stuff, failingcoughtocoughwritecoughmycoughstorycough. Sorry about that, I had writers block in my throat. Now, you all seem certain on one clear victor to the votes, sooo I'll be writing about Hiro and Baymax switching bodies! Wait what? Thats not what you all wanted? Oh, wait a second. My bad, I think the amount of people chanted 'kidnap Hiro' say otherwise. I sometimes wonder why the fans of a character always want to torture them. We must all be evil inside. Muwahahaha.

Okay, I think I'll shut up til the end.

Consequences

This night hadn't turned out how he'd planned. It had supposed to be just another bot fight, just another money maker. But Hiro hadn't really wondered about the consequences of his actions. He messed with some dangerous people, and that almost never ended up as a happy ending, and Hiro was starting to realise that.

Maybe it had been because he hadn't been fast enough that night, or maybe because Tadashi hadn't found him in time, like he always did. But he knew for sure that this time, he wasn't going to get out of it scot free, and that terrified him.

Hiro didn't remember much, he'd been running away from a bot fighters goons, and then... everything seemed to slow at that point, but he knew what had happened.

He hadn't got away, for the first time in his life, Hiro hadn't been able to get away. They had him. The people he'd enraged had got him. What would he do now?

He had plenty of time to think about it, as he seemed to be out like a light, had they hit him with a rock or something? What are they doing with me now? Are they killing me? Or am I dead already? I guess I'll only find out when I wake up, if I never do.

He was slumped on the floor when he woke up, and it wasn't a pretty sight. The room he was in was dark, blood stains on the floor that had dried and looked almost like decoration, making a chill run down his spine.

Hiro noticed no immediate damage had been done to him. Yet. And when he tried to get up, the boy realised his hands and feet were bound, making it almost impossible to move. He wondered what they had in store for him if they were going to the trouble of binding him. They want to kill me, don't they? Wouldn't they get straight to it? He worried himself when he thought about those things, the same thought cropping up every now and then. Am I going to die?

He struggled to look around, to see if there was an exit, if there was any way out, or if there was anyone in there with him. He couldn't see anyone, so at least that was a relief, but the door was shut and he guessed it was most likely locked, just to make sure he hadn't escaped.

Trying to take in a deep breath, he was cut short when he suddenly recognised that there was duct tape over his mouth, forcing him to only breath through his nose. I guess its to stop me from screaming. Another terrifying thought.

He also noticed that his pockets felt lighter, understanding that they'd obviously have taken Megabot, probably going to scrap it or use it for themselves. That microbot took ages to make, they don't even know! But I can make another one, if I actually get out of here.

Hiro's thoughts were interrupted by a sound, and he forced himself to look over at the door that had now just opened with a loud creak. And someone walked in, Hiro recognising them instantly, it was the man he had punked at the bot fight.

"Glad to see you're awake, now lets run a few things by you." The man said, almost cheerfully, that just made Hiro feel sick. "First things first, you made me look like an fool, and you stole my money, and that isn't something people do. When they do..." He walked over to Hiro, forcing the narrow eyed teen to stand up, before promptly kicking his legs from under him and forced him to kneel. Hiro wanted to punch this guy already, more than anything else.

But then he froze, his eyes widening slightly as the man pulled a knife out of his pocket, pressing it against Hiro's neck, almost chuckling when the boys breathing hitched. "When they do, they have to answer to my little bleeder here." When Hiro was sure that the guy was about to slit his throat, the man pulled away, leaving Hiro in panic mode.

"But you're not like anyone else. You're just a little kid! Since you actually beat me at my game, I'll give you a sporting chance." He put the knife in his pocket again, holding up a hand, a smug look on his face. "Five stages. If your alive by the fifth, I'll let you go. But..." The man began to walk back out of the room. "...Theres no telling you won't wish you were dead if you survive."

And then he was gone, leaving Hiro to dread what was coming. I'll get out of here, I have too. I don't even want to know what the first stage is. From the state of this room.. I don't think it will be fun for me. Tadashi always seems to find me. He'll find me now, won't he? Tadashi'll find me, I just need to wait.

"Oh Hiro.. What have you gotten yourself into?" Tadashi said as he looked at the alleyway. This had been the last location on Hiro's tracker, the last time he'd looked, anyway. And there was no sign of him. Not a sign of even a bot fight, that was a worrying sign. The place was deserted, but there were odd clues that meant a bot fight had been held there, recently.

Tadashi frowned, looking down at his phone, the flashing beacon evident on the map on the phone, Hiro. But where was he? The older Hamada was starting to worry for Hiro. After bot fights, he would come home and go to bed, but the tracker was nowhere near their house this time. What did it mean?

The man got back onto his moped, glancing at his phone again, before driving in the direction of the tracker.

Hiro had been right. The first stage wasn't fun for him. In the slightest.

Among all of the things Hiro was thinking at the time, pain was at the top of his list.

Two men had come in, and they had started to punch him without mercy. I'm just a kid! Couldn't they atleast show a little restraint... No, I'm not a kid, I'm fourteen for crying out loud. I can take them, can't I? But he's fighting back hadn't gone as smooth as he'd of hoped. All he was able to do was swivel his legs around slightly, but he was happy that he'd almost been able to knock one of them over. That gave him a little hope that he wasn't completely defenseless.

But the punches were coming down hard. He'd had his fair share of punches from bullies in high school, but they had just been teenagers. These were fully grown men, and unlike the bullies, they weren't stopping.

Hiro's whole body ached, pain spiking through every part of him. Why won't it stop? He was fighting to keep from making a sound, even with the duct tape on. Hiro couldn't lose himself to the pain now, something was telling him that this was just the beginning.

He thought it was over when they stopped, his vision was so blurry from the pain, as it was starting to betray him. He tried to breath a sigh of relief, but was stopped when a sudden and painful kick slammed into his chest. All breath was deflated from his lungs, his chest on fire. The punishment had stopped momentarily, or it must have just seemed like it to Hiro.

With that one kick, all of his defenses were coming down, that kick had sent a muffled cry from him, and he felt broken. He was struggling to breath, every snort of air was hurting his chest, and when he moved ever so slightly, he could hear and feel the unstable ribcage. That one kick had done more than he'd thought, it had broken a few ribs, one, maybe two. But Hiro didn't care about numbers. He just wanted it to end. Why won't it end?

Luckily the kicks that followed weren't like the first. For starters, they weren't kicking with much force, but Hiro had still curled up into a fetal position to try and protect himself from any more damage. He was also kind of relieved, as they weren't trying to kick him in the chest again, which only meant one thing to Hiro, as he soon understood. They're not trying to kill me. They're not holding back, but they aren't pushing themselves either. They don't want me to die, do they? He wondered as he closed his eyes from the pain, trying to shut it out in the onslaught. They want me to live, at least through the first stage. Is it so they can inflict more pain before I die?

Tadashi. Please hurry.

Tadashi loved his moped, a lot. He'd always be able to get to Hiro in time because of it, and now he could use it to find where ever Hiro had gone. Where he was now. "You little bonehead." He muttered to himself as he drove quickly, occasionally glancing down at his phone to see where Hiro was, and after about ten minutes, he'd stopped.

The place was everything he'd dreaded it to be. Dark, dank, run down, you name it. It felt alike a typical base of operation for a crime lord. Why the heck would Hiro come here? Unless... He was forced to. They.. they must have brought him here.

Tadashi had to stop himself from panicking, he was the big brother after all, he had to keep his cool in these kinds of situations. But what if they've hurt Hiro? What if they hurt my little brother? I can't let them do that to otouto.

He thought over the idea of calling the police and get them to storm the place, but he soon realized that that would be too dangerous. Either Hiro would get killed in the raid, or the thugs would use him as a hostage. He had to do this on his own.

Trying to compose himself and get rid of the horrible thoughts in his head, he got off of his moped and began walking up to the building, praying to see Hiro again. Alive.

They'd been somewhat merciful, even if it was so he survived the next onslaught of attacks.

Hiro had been left bruised, broken and beaten, and they'd allowed him five minutes of rest, if that. He'd used it as wisely as he could, trying to ignore the metallic taste that was filling his mouth from the bash up, he drifted off to sleep.

"RISE AND SHINE!" Was followed by a loud dunking of water all over Hiro. How long had it been? A few minutes? An hour? A day? Hiro was starting to loose track of his sense of time, and his nerves were still reacting to the previous amount of pain, he didn't even react much to the water. The boiling water that they had just splashed all over him.

But he was soon screaming. Screaming. It was loud and raw as the scalding liquid burned his skin, his face was numb from the burning sensation, and the water that was dripping down his neck was burning the rest of his body. But he barely noticed that he'd actually screamed, and it hadn't been muffled. They'd taken off the duct tape, but why?

Mostly just so they could hear how much pain they were inflicting, and the boss wanted to at least hear a few words from the boy.

Once Hiro stopped screaming, the man pulled him up by the neck, watching as the dazed boy wheezed for air, grimacing with every movement. "You think this hurts? You've seen nothing yet. That was just stage one. Well, the water wasn't, that's part of stage two." He said, a insane look on his face, though Hiro was trying to keep his eyes closed, hoping that they hadn't been damaged by the burning water that still clung to his raw skin.

He was thrown down onto the ground again, crying out as the impacted caused his shattered ribs to move slightly, causing his breathing to become even more painful. The boss looked disappointed. "Oh come on, I thought you'd survive until at least stage three, its just a few broken bones. You do want to get out don't you?"

Hiro replied with opening his eyes, which had gone bloodshot from the pain, his eyes narrowing. "I'll survive." He whispered, his voice scratchy from all the screaming. He might have looked determined with that statement, but all it did was make the guy laugh, his thugs laughing with him.

"I thought you were smart. Come on, you should know that your body can't take more of this. All I have to do is give a kick to your ribs and one will probably puncture a lung, and you'll choke on your own blood."

At that, Hiro's body wrenched, suddenly reacting to the blood that had started filling his mouth, soon splattering onto the floor, some still dripping down Hiro's gasping form.

"Look at you, so big and brave. You think you can survive? Fine, lets skip stage two then. If you wanted a chance to get used to the pain, then too bad. You think you'll get through this? I doubt it now. One doesn't even compare with three, so lets see how you do when you get metal." He glanced over at his men, who gave a nod, walking over to the side of the room where they kept their equipment.

While they got the stuff ready, the man stayed with Hiro, grinning. "I took that gag off so I could see how much pain your in, and so you wouldn't drown on your own blood. But all I want now is to hear you scream. I wonder what pitch it will go to. Will you scream like a girl? You were before. A wimpy little girl who needs their parents to protect them. I wonder what your parents are doing now. Do they even know your out here, doing your bot fights? Or are they searching right now, crying 'Hiro! Hiro, where are you!?' and then they'll find your body in a few days. How will they react, will they scream like you will? I just hope I get to see their faces."

Hiro just stared at him, trying to get his pained breathing under control. He was going to come back with something like 'they're dead, how can you?' but honestly, he felt too weak. He was starting to give up. Why isn't Tadashi here, why isn't he finding me like he always did? Or is he in bed, unaware of all this thats happening. "Tadashi... Please..." He said so quietly, he'd practically mouthed it. The man hadn't heard him off course, and had kept ranting on about crazed things, was he even right in the head? Hiro wondered how someone could take such pleasure in seeing someone tortured like this, and how-

Tadashi heard it almost immediately, a scream. A loud, tortured scream that shook the whole building. And worst of all, Tadashi recognised it. Hiro. He'd heard screams like that before, but only whenever Hiro had had a nightmare, or the time he'd accidentally stepped on a nail. Now the screams were louder, and he could almost feel the pain that they carried, and it made Tadashi panic. "Otouto!" He cried, not caring if anyone had heard him, he ran in the direction of the scream.

Feet thundering beneath him, he didn't know what he was going to do when he found the culprits. Whoever is hurting Hiro, they'll be sorry. He thought angrily, not much like himself, but right now he just wanted to save Hiro from the mess that he'd got himself in, alive and safe.

He was running as fast as he could, no breath was undeserved. Hearing the screaming intensify, his heart felt like it was cracking. What are they doing to otouto?!

Coming to a halt outside a door, he knew this was where Hiro was being held. Hiro hadn't stopped screaming, if anything, it had gotten louder. Tadashi didn't even care about what he was doing anymore, and slammed his body into the door, shoving it open.

What he found, was his worst nightmare. There was Hiro, alive, barely. He was on the floor, held up by the two men torturing him. His body was limp, his breathing harsh. There was lots of cuts all over him, bleeding onto the floor, blood draining so he looked deathly pale. He was loosing too much blood.

Tadashi's entrance seemed to slow everything. The two men froze in there fun, leaving Hiro, who quickly stopped screaming, trying to hold in his torture, relief flooding his face as he saw Tadashi, but also horror. He understood that Hiro would be worried about him. But the teen didn't know everything about him, and before reacting, Tadashi was charging at the two men holding Hiro, who dropped him in surprise.

Tadashi quickly screeched to a halt, giving them a glance, before picking up the broken teen and running out the door again, before the men, or the boss could react.

Getting out was harder then Tadashi had thought, as his breathing was starting to slow from exhaustion. Tadashi was fit, but he wasn't an athelte, and he'd used all his energy in that last sprint to get Hiro, but he had to push himself. He had to get Hiro to a hospital, quickly.

Hiro was gazing up at him, his eyes glazed over slightly from the pain, like he wasn't completely aware of what was going on. "Nissan...?" He murmured as a whisper, to which Tadashi gave a small smile as he ran, carrying the teen as best he could in his arms.

"I'm here otouto, I'm always here. You should rest." Those words were all it took, as Hiro's body had already starting shutting down for sleep, as soon as the onslaught had stopped. Tadashi just had to make sure he didn't sleep forever.

"Otōto o shinpaishinaidekudasai, watashi wa anata no tame ni koko ni tsuneni yo*." Tadashi whispered to himself as he ran, not even reacting to the cries of the angry crime lord's orders for his thugs to get them, and Tadashi had soon gotten onto his moped and drove Hiro to a safe location.

*don't worry little brother, I'm always here for you

That was cool, another Tadashi-Hiro-brother-oneshot-that-might-be-a-little-hadashi-by-accident. But atleast I got to beat up Hiro! You all must have been expecting a big amazing Hiro kidnapped story, but I'm not that good! So please don't hate me if you thought Hiro didn't get beaten up enough, I just think I don't want to be that evil, well, yet anyway.

Anyway, I've decided that considering I have no other ideas for one shots, and my mind is too preoccupied with writing my story, instead of me giving you ideas, I'll be doing prompted oneshots for a while. Just until I've got all of my story done and finished and out of the way and ready to post. So if you have any prompts for me, just tell and I'll pick what I like best.

And this is the only time I get to speak to you, my awesome readers, so you know what that means! Updates, lovely updates.

Obviously I won't be doing much oneshots with a story to write, so don't expect something like ten oneshots a week. (I have school as well to worry about.) I'll say that the maximum will be about two a month, if that. So I hope you don't all hate me for not being able to update.

But believe me, it will be worth it. The story isn't going as well as I'd hoped, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to do it. I'll finish writing that damn thing if it kills me. But don't worry, it's just I set deadlines to write chapters and... I just couldn't keep up with them. (I wanted to get the first draft completely finished by march) but considering I've only done 2 and a half chapters so far, its going slow for everything.

But mostly because of how I plan to write the thing. Each chapter is going to be able 3,000 words long, and its going great. But what I'm worried about is the later chapters, and I'll need your help for that.

To prevent spoilers to those who want to read the story without knowing what will happen in the end (or what hopefully will), if your willing to help me figure out what to do in the later chapters, please pm me so I can run some ideas by you to see what you think. I can't rely on my dad for help. (I asked him to give me ideas for my story, and guess what I got? 'Dress Baymax up as Rapunzel!' Thats what I get for having him watch every recent disney animated film. So you can see he's not much help.)

Finally, I hope to have the prologue for my blind!hiro story up by the end of April, and don't worry, it will be different from the preview I posted, as I decided to rewrite that. But after I start posting it, I'm wondering. What update schedule would you guys like? Once a week? Or twice a week? I think I've bombarded you with enough questions, so I'll shut up and let you go about your business.

Oh! Before I go, I'm not going to update till late April, so Happy Easter! (I'm going to murder chocolate bunnies.)