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Disclaimer: I don't Big Hero 6

Thankfully for Hiro, Sunni was not the worst driver he had the pleasure of being driven by-cough Gogo cough. Just a very loud and dramatic one.

"Oh com'n!" Sunni roared, punching the steering wheel relentlessly. "You see that!" she said turning to Hiro, who winced and leaned away. "That idjit! I tell you know Hiro. You ever have the pleasure of meeting someone like dat you be sure to kick 'em right in dere-" Her rant was cut off by a symphony of honks. Sunni's junk heap of a car was blocking an entire lane and half. Cursing loudly she swerved around the corner.

"Do continue," Hiro muttered, "I don't think all of Asia has heard you yet." Sunni, preoccupied with cussing out the entire freeway in that strange accent of hers didn't hear.

Slowing down to a red light, the truck made a clucking noise that did nothing to reassure Hiro's confidence in the car's ability to...well stay a car. Sunni at last gave up cursing the pants off of the pedestrians' future children and was now huffing under her breath resignedly. An almost silence settled in the car and Hiro, prompted by boredom and agitation took out his phone.

Abruptly Sunni threw up her arms in exasperation, startling him slightly. "I don't like places like this," she chuckled darkly, "I almost hate them! Everything is so crowded and cooped up! I don't understand how anything can breath in this...!" Sunni waved her hand disgustedly towards the skyscrapers towering over San Fransokyo, smirk creeping onto her face. "See? Never can you look up and see just the sky. They'll always be something in your way." She turned towards Hiro grimly. "You feel me?"

Hiro was shocked to say the least. He hadn't expected to be asked about something as controversial as this... And normally Hiro would have liked to be anywhere but the stuffy car right then. Knowing Sunni, he might've even taken it as a joke. But something about the way Sunni had said it, so bitterly, as well as the unexpected dark side to such a cheerful idiot, made Hiro want to reply. He was probably going to regret this but oh well. When Hiro spoke he sounded unsure even to himself.

"Well...," Hiro paused. "I suppose there are two sides to everything. Personally I think San Fransokyo is really cool...I like how everything is kind of crowded together and there's always new things to explore. And I my friends are really close by." Seeing Sunni's blank expression he hurriedly added, "Not that I think it's perfect! In fact I've seen things in here that are downright creepy but... " And before Hiro could stop himself he blurted out, "...if you look at what you don't have all the time then you're never going to beHa happy."

...Oh damn. He'd done it. Sunni was going to kick him out of the car and then run him over.

For the longest time, Sunni looked at him as if seeing him for the first time. Hiro avoided her gaze fingers twitching for the portable taser in his belt. Sunni opened her mouth to say something when a large honk sounded from behind them. The light ahead of them turned green. Habitually throwing out some empty threats Sunni pulled the car forward.

The rest of the car ride was awkward and stifling, with only Sunni cussing half-heartedly. Thankfully they somehow made it to SFIT earlier than usual. Unfortunately the front parking lot was already crammed. "Well yay," Sunni sighed, "Hey is there any other place I could park without my car getting graffittied?" She avoided Hiro's eyes. He shrugged stiffly. "Well there's the back lot which is pretty safe. And I don't think anyone is going to vandalize your car." Really though. Even if someone tried there wasn't much they could do to worsen the truck's shabby state. Sunni grunted and pulled around the curb as Hiro directed her.

The back lot was SFIT's dirty little secret. No really. It was dirty and little and a secret to any outside visitors. Students would often sneak there when they where involved with an experiment that was explosion prone or something illegal. All the professors turned a blind eye as long as nobody was seriously hurt because after all a famous man once said 'Illegal is faster, better, and cheaper.' How do you think all the seniors finished their midterm projects on time? Exactly.

So when Sunni pulled in and passed a group of gas mask wearing students lighting a fire under a strangely-colored beaker, Hiro didn't bat an eye. Sunni however squinted and said, "What the...?" Hiro, sensing possible idiocy, quickly chirped, "Eyes on the road!" Sunni looked confusedly at him but continued driving.

She parked the rusty truck in the closest spot to the door, next to a hideous lime green van. Unfortunately, just as she drove forward, the other car's door opened with a bang, scratching Sunni's still moving truck with a loud screeching noise. Hiro gaped as the culprit, a tanned burley young man, exited the lime van, laughing raucously and high-fiving his equally muscular companion. "Wha-hah..." he floundered as they sauntered towards the college, barely glancing at the damage they had done. Hiro turned towards Sunni flabbergasted," They scratched the...the..t-the DUSTER!" Sunni, appearantly still shocked by their earlier conversation, looked up absently. "Wah-huh?"

Exasperated, Hiro grasped her broad shoulders and shook the muscle for brains idiot with some difficulty. "They. Scratched. Your. Car!" Dazedly Sunni blinked before an indignant expression overcame her face. "OH NO THEY DIDN'T!" she roared, hurting Hiro's eardrums, "WHO?" "THOSE GUYS!" Hiro uncharacteristically roared back jabbing his finger toward the two students.

"LET'S GO GET 'EM!" Sunni kicked open her door and stomped out. "YEA!" Hiro cheered following her. What the heck am I doing. Just go with it brah replied the I-make-bad-decisions part of his brain.

"Hey you surfer dudes!" Sunni whooped striding towards them, Hiro close behind. The two students stopped their talking and turned around confused. Hiro glimpsed dark blobs on their collarbones, matching tatts for besties. How sweet. Then he nearly collided into Sunni. "Hey what's the deal...?" he protested before his voice died away.

Sunni's face was stiff and her usually warm eyes were blank,zooming over the two students. Hiro knew that look. She was...analyzing them. But why? What was there to analyze about those two buff guys?

"Hey," a deep voice called out irritably. It was the blonde one. "What do you want?" Hiro glanced at the stone-faced Sunni before stepping forward. "Your car door scratched her truck." The other one snorted. "Truck? Do you mean that piece of trash." Hiro nodded in agreement before starting angrily, "Hey-!" His anger only made the two sneer at him haughtily. Suddenly before he could remember that they were five times his size, Hiro spat out, "Oh and since when was driving a giant lime socially acceptable?"

Immediately the sneers disappeared followed by ugly grimaces and cracking knuckles. Unconsciously, Hiro took a step back before remembering Hey I'm in Big Hero 6! I could totally smash them to pulp! Ha. As if. Nevertheless he didn't back down.

"That's right!" Hiro crowed, voice shaking slightly, "That giant lime is so ugly that crashing it would do it a favor!" One burly student stepped forward eyes narrowed dangerously, "Listen up punk. You better shut your mouth before I do it for you." In a fit of confidence Hiro spat at his feet. Both men stared down at the spittle in shock. Encouraged Hiro taunted, "There's more where that came fro-" He was surprised to feel a strong hand grip his shoulder and looked up to Sunni gazing at him with an unidentifiable emotion. "Oh hey," Hiro said, secretly relieved, "You back to Earth yet?" However this only darkened Sunni's foreign expression.

"Hey," the dark-haired man interrupted, "Didn't you want to say something squirt?" "Yeah," his companion said, "Don't keep us waiting."

Hiro opened his mouth to reply but Sunni stepped in front of him. "Sorry!" she apologized cheerily, "He gets a little hyped up! I mean you know pre-teens! Am I right?" Irritated and confused as to why Sunni was acting this way Hiro said, "I try to get them to apologize for scratching your truck and you-" only to have Sunni cover his mouth. "Now c'mon!", she smiled brightly at the two students, ignoring the struggling fifteen year old, "Don't wanna be late to first period!" An explosion sounded from the group of masked students causing them to yelp and dodge flaming pieces of glass. Sinister green gas filled the air in a mushroom like cloud.

"Oh look! It's the bell!" Sunni said taking the explosion into stride. She grabbed the kicking Hiro and flipped him over her shoulder who flopped there like a sack of struggling potatoes. Taking a dramatic bow she said, "See you later gents!" and began speed-walking towards the door. Turning around quickly Sunni added, "By the way I am loving that car of yours!" She then sped towards the door, leaving the two burly students confused over whether or not they had just been insulted.

Once they were behind the door and inside the halls of SFIT, Sunni gently plopped Hiro on the floor, before adjusting the strap of her shoulder bag. As if on an afterthought she turned back toward the door and locked it. "Well..." Sunni said scratching her head in an attempt to appear casual, "Better get going!" Once both his feet were safely on the ground, Hiro whirled around and grabbed Sunni's cardigan. "Oh yeah this..." she muttered avoiding Hiro's eyes.

"What. The. Absolute. Fu-" "LANGUAGE YOUNG HERO!" Sunni cried pinching Hiro's still regretfully baby-fat cheeks. Batting her hands away irritably Hiro glared up at her.

"You cussed twenty times as bad back in the tru-" "I have an excuse," Sunni cut in, before gesturing dramatically with a overly stoic face, "Traffic." "You are impossible," Hiro said face-palming, "And stop trying to change the subject!" Sunni faked shock, "Who me?"

Hiro jabbed a finger in her face, or well tried to. "What where you doing? I was trying to get them to apologize for scratching your car and you just..." At loss for words he threw his hands up in exasperation, "GAH!"

Sunni's expression turned strange again. "Hey Hiro," she asked quietly, "Is this how you treat your missions with Big Hero 6?" Hiro rolled his eyes. "What of course not!" He whirled around. "Wait how do you-?" Sunni scoffed and waved her hand dismissively. "You are really bad at being a genius if you think doing something like that isn't going to get you into the newspapers." But Hiro was busy thinking.

No way..he thought Didn't Fred promise his family would do something so that no big newspaper was going to report this? He groaned before face-palming himself again. Of course! Fred hadn't bothered to shut up the small newspapers that no one really read or believed.

"Hey kid you okay?" Sunni's face appeared in front of him causing him to yelp. "One don't do that. Two, I'm a teenage genius what do you think?" Sunni, if it was possible looked even more confused, "Sooo you're okay?" "No!" Hiro said frustrated, "I am NOT okay!" "Okay," said Sunni.

Sunni's face grew serious again, "Hiro, I need to ask you something-" "No." Hiro said immediately. Sunni continued, ignoring his outburst. "Your whole Big Hero 6 thing is not that well know right?" Hiro nodded slowly. Sunni sighed, apparently relieved. "Good. Be sure to keep it that way. And I'm sure you already know this but stay out of shady places okay? Stay in groups. Don't follow strange people into trucks. And do not even go close to any giant purple dinosaur-"

Hiro cut in when Sunni breathed. "But seriously why are you acting like this? I know you're weird but like a predictable weird! Why...all this?" Sunni merely clapped him on the shoulder. "See you later!" and ran away. Hiro growled and kicked the wall. Then the door behind him began to shake. "Hey why is this locked?" came a muffled voice. "Dunno," replied another, "But I have some dynamite that might help-" "Sweet! Give it hear!"

"Oh no no no no," Hiro chanted running away as fast as possible.

A/N: Beta: ˈ/bādə/ Noun

1. the second letter of the Greek alphabet ( Β, β ), transliterated as 'b.'

the second of a series of items, categories, forms of a chemical compound, etc.

3. something I desperately need.