False Angel Project
By : Tsuki no Shijima
Summary: A mysterious serial murder is happening in San Fransokyo. A surveillance camera recorded the mysterious murderer who's covered by a light in a pair of wings form. Who is this mysterious murderer? Why is he covered by light wings? And what will happen when Tadashi finds out the truth? Read to find out!
Warning: Beware of typos and bad grammar. English IS NOT my main language.
Disclaimer: I don't own Big Hero 6. I only own this story and some of the OCs.
Chapter 3 : A Piece of Memories
The front door of Kishimura mansion was opened and closed. The sound of it alerted a beautiful middle-aged woman who sat down on a couch in the living room. She closed the magazine on her hands and walked to the front door. There, she saw his only son, taking off his shoes. His bangs covered his face while he looked down.
"Tadashi!" she called out to him. Tadashi looked up to her and smiled, "Hey, aunt Rina. Tadaima (I'm home)."
"Okaeri (welcome home)!" she said as he hugged him and he hugged her back. She pulled away from the hug, ready to scold him. But she was taken aback when she saw the look on his face. "Honey, what's wrong? You look so pale. Are you not feeling well? Or did something bad happen while you were on your way home?" she asked. Checking if Tadashi was sick or hurt.
Tadashi chuckled at how his adoptive mother was worriedly checking him. "Relax, aunt Rina. I'm just feeling tired, that's all. I was fixing my project before I went home. And kinda forgot about time."
Aunt Rina sighed in relief. "I know you really love anything that related to robotics. But please don't tire yourself too much. You also need to get some rest, you know. Besides, I don't want you to get hurt. That serial murderer is still out there and who knows what will happen if you suddenly have an encounter with him!" At this, Tadashi gulped and looked tense. But he shrugged it off so she wouldn't be suspicious to him, "Y-you are right. I'm sorry, aunt Rina. I'll try to not going home late again. Well, I'm off to bed now. Really tired. Good night, aunt Rina."
"Good night, Tadashi." With that, they went to their own bedrooms. Inside his bedroom, Tadashi putted his sling bag down on his study table and changed into his pajamas. When he was done, he laid down on his bed. One of his arm was covering his eyes.
*Flashback*
"Ne (hey), Dashi."
"Hm?"
A seven years old Tadashi was looking down on a little boy who sat next to him on a bench. They were at a small park, eating their ice creams. It was a cloudy day. Not hot or cold. Just a nice weather to have a walk outside. The little boy looked up to him, "Do you think I'm weird?"
Tadashi gasped. He was shocked, hearing that kind of question from a three years old boy. "Why did you ask that?" he asked him, feeling the anxiety in him. "Because, no one wants to play with me. The other kids also said that I'm weird," the boy said. Sadness was evident in his chubby face. His warm brown eyes were also teary. Tadashi smiled at him with concern and ruffled his messy black hair. "You're not weird. But you're special. Really special."
"Special?"
"Mhmm. You are a genius. A child prodigy. Those kids are just being jealous of you. That's why they said those things. But don't worry. You still have me, remember? If no one wants to be with you and play with you, then I will. I will play with you, and I will always be with you. No matter how naughty or bad you are."
The little boy's eyes widened. But he still had a doubt. "Yakusoku (promise)?" he asked, while holding up his little finger. Tadashi smiled and linked his little finger to the small one, "Yakusoku (promise)." The little boy smiled happily.
"Now, let's finish our ice cream before they melt and getting sticky on our hands."
"Mhmm! I love you, Dashi!"
Little Tadashi smiled, "I love you, too."
*End of Flashback*
Tadashi opened his eyes. Staring blankly at the ceiling above him. He sat down and opened a desk drawer next to his bed. He took out a medium sized photo album from it. He closed the drawer and opened the album. He flipped the pages until he saw a photo of him when he was still seven years old. Together with a three years old boy, holding hands. They were at the park, when Sakura trees were blooming.
They looked so happy. So innocent. So inseparable. There was a note under the photo. 'Tadashi (7) and Hiro (3) at San Fransokyo park.' He caressed the photo. Somehow, he felt so nostalgic and sad at the same time. He took a deep breathe and closed the album. Putting it back into the drawer.
He laid down again. Remembering the little boy. The little boy who he had not meet again since ten years ago. Then, he remember the encounter with the young boy earlier.
*Flashback*
The young boy, who had a pair of light wings on his back, walked out slowly from the broken window glass. After a few steps out, he stopped. He turned his gaze to his right, looking at Tadashi who stood up a few meters away from him. Tadashi couldn't look away from the young boy in front of him.
His messy raven hair and brown eyes. His Asian look. His small body. His features, somehow, reminded him of someone he knew. Someone he knew long ago.
Their eyes locked to each other. Tadashi's warm brown eyes and the young boy's cold brown eyes. The young boy also looked like he was studying Tadashi's features. But it didn't last long.
The young boy suddenly widened his eyes. The cold brown eyes, turned into a bright red eyes. His light wings wide opened and four balls of lights formed. Then, they headed toward him in high speed. Tadashi crossed his arms in front of his face t try to protect himself and waited for the things to finally hurt him or even kill him. But, they didn't. they hit the asphalt, the roadside lamps, and a brick wall of a store behind him. A few seconds later, the light balls changed in to white feathers.
Tadashi looked at behind him, trembling in fear. Sweats were streaming down on his body. He thought the murderer was aiming them toward him. Tadashi turned back his gaze toward the young boy in front of him. He still looked at Tadashi. But this time, his bright red eyes had turned back to the brown ones.
The young boy flapped his light wings, and his feet were starting to leave the ground. He turned his gaze away from Tadashi and looked above. Then, he flew away. Tadashi's legs were weakened like a jelly but he forced them to stay strong. He walked back to his moped, turned on the engine, and going home. Before another dangerous things happen again.
*End of Flashback*
Tadashi sighed. He had to admit, that the encounter with that mysterious young murderer was indeed scary. But, it also brought back some memories to him. He was confused. His mind started to make questions and hypothesises about that young boy. He let out an exasperated sighed. His mind was showing the young boy figure again. This time, he was wondering to no one.
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"Hiro, is that you?"
Chapter 3 : A Piece of Memories – End
Author's Note: Actually, I have a mid semester exams starting next week. And yeah, I know I've said that I couldn't be able to continue any other stories that I made before the semester break. But, I just can't stop typing the new chapter for this one. Maybe it's because I was pumped up with some energy to write after my most favourite story "Project: Baymax" was updated by Aypttym. Yup, I love that story!
Anyway, this chapter revealed a bit that Tadashi and Hiro did know each other in the past. Are they related to each others as brothers? Nah, I will keep the answer till the next few chapters. Though I hope the true intention and back story of this "project" won't get some of you to kill me, lol. That's it for now. Please leave some review! Until next time~