Chapter 6 time! I'm so excited that we have our very first non-random post. Thank you for showing up too read this. Thank you 1000 times over. Also, LadyKuronuma and Shi Uzumaki-Namikaze joined the follower section! This is the stuff that keeps me going. I'll try to say thanks if you join, but I do brain fart every once in a while. So, please don't judge if I forget. Anyway, let get on with the story.
I hold Tadashi's hat, feeling numb. Hiro's right beside me. Hiro stares at the hat too. We're woken up from our trance when Aunt Cass comes over.
"I'm so glad your okay! Where's Tadashi?" She hugs us and asks. The tears form in my eyes and by the look on our faces, Aunt Cass can tell something's wrong. I manage to point at the burning building behind us before bursting into tears. 'The chances of that are slim' echo through my mind. The words he told me when he adopted me. Now Aunt Cass is going to be my guardian. Hiro squeezes my hand, as though both of us need assurance that this is just a dream. I squeeze his back. This isn't a dream. Tears still pour down my face. I got into my dream school with my best friend and now the kindest man I know is dead. Along with Callahan. Our friends come over, and looking sad, try to cheer us up. I ignore them. They walk away and Honey Lemon casts one last look before heading home. We get in the car with Aunt Cass and stare out the window. When we get home, I go upstairs and lay in my bed. Dead. Tadashi is dead. His smiling face floats through my mind. I fall asleep, as though it can take away the pain, make Tadashi come back and today will nothing but a dream.
When I fist wake up, I wonder what we're going to do today. Then I remember. It feels worse than being hit in the stomach. I look at the pink shirts Tadashi never bothered to get rid of. I stand up and pick one up. I put it on while crying. It's painful. I put the hoodie on top of it. I stare at how well the colors go together. I zip the hoodie up, hiding the pink shirt. Tears sting. I head down stairs where the crew is. Hiro's still in his room.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
"Cass had to go sort out the adoption stuff and asked us to keep an eye on you and Hiro," Fred says sadly. My chest tightens. I grab two donuts and run upstairs. My favorite, blueberry, and Hiro's, powdered sugar. I knock on Hiro's door.
"Who is it?" he asks.
"Kira," I say. He opens the door and his eyes are puffy. I think mine are too. I walk in.
"I brought you a donut," I say weakly. He takes it and manages a small grin, that dies seconds later.
"Looks like it's Tadashi's funeral today, huh," He says. My chest tightens more and a lump forms in my throat.
"What are you going to wear?" He asks, making small talk. I shrug. I have black clothes, Aunt Cass will want me in a dress. I leave, not liking the atmosphere in the room. I eat my donut in my room, when Honey Lemon and GoGo come in.
"What's up?" I ask with my mouth full of donut. I swallow, and seeing them makes the lump in my throat return.
"We wanted to see what your doing," Honey Lemon says, picking her way through the robot parts.
"Nothing," I tell them. I just ate a donut, I think too myself. And was just in Hiro's room, making small talk with my best friend. GoGo, leaves, probably because she's bored. Honey Lemon sits down on my bed. I just stare at the bow and arrows that are my only link too my forgotten past. Honey Lemon sighs and leaves. I really want to fire my arrows. That would be epic after so long. I pick up the bow, a well worn groove fitting perfectly too the shape of my hand. I sling it on my shoulder and grab the arrows. I make some towers out of the spare parts and set them up in a row. I don't care if Honey Lemon or GoGo or anybody else shows up. I back up as far as I can and load the bow. I aim and fire. A cringe at the clatter, then continue. Wasabi comes in and sees me with my bow aimed. I look at him and shoot the last one.
"What's up?" I say.
"Why were you firing a bow and arrow in the house!" He says.
"I was bored," I say, shrugging my shoulders. He shakes his head and goes down stairs. I start planning what I'm going too wear. I examine my closet. I do have black pants and shirt. I'll wear the shirt and pants. I flop on the bed. What to do. I just feel like curling up and crying, but tears don't want too form. I just lay there, wishing I would cry just so I could feel human. Maybe I cried, or maybe I didn't. I lay there for hours, only getting up too make sure Hiro doesn't forget too eat. Soon, it's time too go. I put on the black, lacy dress Aunt Cass had gotten earlier. It originally came with a pink mini-jacket thing and a pink belt. I didn't wear those and it fit perfectly. I head down stairs, but not before grabbing something to leave at his grave. It's one of the shirts, formed into a flower with a rubber band. I hold it close as I turn around to go fetch Hiro.
"Hiro, you ready?" I ask quietly. He opens the door and nods. We walk side by side, not saying anything. I cradle my last gift too Tadashi as we hop into the car with Aunt Cass. I don't say anything at the funeral. I just sit there until we walk to the picture of Tadashi. I hold the shirt for one second longer, then set it down next to his picture. Aunt Cass's eyebrows go up but I glare at her, as though daring her too tell me too take it off. Hiro's eyes have a look of understanding of the value of what I had placed down holds. Hiro and I walk away too the refreshments, ready too drown our sorrows in cookies and punch.
"We're going home," Aunt Cass says and leads us too the car. She has our kitchen and living room set up for a funeral party. We head upstairs and sit on the steps as guests arrive. Hiro holds his head in his hands and I just stare at the wall. Eventually, we dart too our rooms too get away from everyone, including each other.
I wake up feeling worse than the day before. As though the strongest dose of reality is setting in. I dress in my usual jeans and white shirt with the hoodie Tadashi gave me. At the thought of his name, the feeling of being punched in the gut comes, hard. I just fight it and head down stairs. I grab two sets of pop tarts for me and Hiro. I go back upstairs and knock on his door. He opens it and I walk in. I hand him the pop tart and sit down on the floor, munching the pop tart. Hiro does the same. We stare at each other from other ends of the room, not knowing what too say. We finish and continue staring at each other.
"Staring contest!" Hiro says, trying to lighten up the mood. I laugh.
"1,2,3!" I say and we stare. And stare. AND stare.
"Ow, my eyes hurt!" Hiro says. I laugh, my eyes still wide open. An inflating noise comes from across the room. I jump and blink.
"I win!" Hiro says, jumping up. That's the first time he's been excited. Then we drift back to silence, when something knocks over the books on Tadashi's shelf. We watch as Baymax walks over to us.
"Hello, I am Baymax. Your personal healthcare companion. I was activated when you said 'Ow, my eyes hurt.' On a scale of one to ten, rate your pain," Baymax says.
"0, I'm fine," Hiro tells Baymax.
"Initiating scan. Scan complete. You have sustained no injuries. However, your hormone and neurotransmitter levels indicate that you are experiencingmood swings, common in adolescece ," Baymax starts.
"Oh no," I say.
"Diagnosis: Puberty," Baymax says. Hiro jumps and starts trying to shut him off while I'm being unhelpful and continuously say "LALALALALALALA!" at the top of my lungs while plugging my ears. I can't hear what Hiro is saying, but it does look funny. He starts sitting on Baymax in an attempt too get him to back into his box. Hiro says something and he goes in. I stop saying LALA and unplug my ears.
"We will NEVER speak of this," Hiro says.
"Agreed," I respond, and we sit at the computer. We browse through the internet out of boredom. Hiro stands up and stubs his toe.
"Ow, WHOA!" He says and trips into the corner between his bed. His shelf, which wasn't installed properly, collapses. The toys hang for dear life as Baymax walks over.
"Hello Hiro. I was activated when you said 'Ow'. On a-" Baymax starts, but stops because the action figures are falling, one by one.
"Ow," Hiro says.
"On a-," Baymax says, but is stopped again.
"Ow,"
"On a-"
"Ow,"
"On-"
"Ow," Hiro finishes and stands up. I was chuckling the whole time. At this point, I'm looking for an excuse to laugh because I seem unable too cry.
"On a scale of 1-10, rate your pain," Baymax completes.
"0," Hiro says, rubbing his stomach. Hiro notices something moving under the bed. He bends down and grabs his hoodie. I hadn't realized that he wasn't wearing it.
"Huh," He says, pulling something out of his pocket. "A microbot," It was shaking, like it wanted to join its destroyed fellows. I grow quiet again, as does Hiro.
"Broken," I say. Hiro puts it in a glass container and we go back to searching the web.
"Your tiny robot friend wants to go somewhere," Baymax says as the microbot throws itself against the glass.
"It's broken," Hiro and I snap at the same time. Baymax blinks.
"Why don't you try to follow," I say sarcastically.
"Will it improve your emotional health?" He asks.
"Yeah, sure. Knock yourself out," Hiro finishes for me. We don't pay attention until we hear a clatter downstairs. We jump and look at each other.
"BAYMAX!" We shout at the same time.
Hey everyone! Hope you enjoyed this chapter despite being sad.