Disclaimer: I don't own Big Hero 6 (Wish I'd do though...)

First fanfiction! Isn't too long yet, but I plan on continuing. Since English isn't my mother tongue please be nice when finding mistakes.

Rating is just to be sure and because of some hints.

I hope you like it.

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They were already waiting.

Hiro doesn't remember much about that day. It was cold and it rained, but someone was there beside him holding his hand. The warmth spread over his wrist and crawled up his arm.

Three-year-old Hiro just lost his parents in a fire. There were neither relatives nor possessions left. Just this warmth which belonged to his nine-year-old brother Tadashi, but they were already waiting.

Waiting for the ceremony to end so they could take the children to foster homes. Different ones, since there were none left with two spaces at once.

Maybe he would remember his brother shouting for him after the warmth disappeared. Maybe, but what followed wasn't up to them anymore.

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"Hey Hiro, I know where we could go today! There's a bot fight right across the town this evening."

Now everyone in the little library was at his full attention. Two kids, obviously from the street, creating a ruckus. The librarian sighed and shushed them out. This youth just got no manners at all.

"Hey, did you have to shout, Fred? I was just reading an article about magnetic bearing servos for our new bot. This would make winning so much easier!"

But nothing could be changed so they made their way back home. Ok, home maybe was an overstatement. It was more like an old garage with some electronic lying around and some old clothes. It was true that they looked dirty, but that's just the way it is, when the only bath you get is when sneaking in somebody else's pool and the only income you have is through bot fighting.

Hiro builds and fights and Fred always finds the right location, far away from where there is trouble, most of the time. It helped that both were pretty fast runners. You learn to be fast, growing up in a foster home. The children there were beat up regularly, but there were things even worse happening there. They planned their escape together after some especially hard months, after the wife of the owner died.

Hiro still sometimes woke up sweating and hoping nothing would happen and the nightmare would stop. For those nights they usually got some alcohol standing somewhere. It was so easy just to forget. Getting alcohol at sweet sixteen? No problem. When living on the street you can get everything.

Tattoos, piercings, but those were Fred's cup of tea, not his. Hiro just liked robotics, he wished he could go to school just so that he could study in a real university sometime. But those were thoughts for normal people, not for him and not for Fred. They were fucked up. There's no other way to describe it.

But it was okay as long as they had each other, the old garage, and some money to do as they liked.

They got in through the little window. Opening the gate every time would be too much of a bother.

Just some things to get to the bot fight, then they could start. Bot, money to bet with, a holey jacket over the rumpled T-shirt. Perfect.

The place was already packed when they got there. But it would lighten up fast since rain had started falling just after the third fight.

They already won four fights, when the police finally showed up. Luckily the rain developed into a full grown thunderstorm so they could flee unseen through a dark alley. It was one of their less favorable getaway routes, but it worked nonetheless.

They showed up in a park in one of the nicer areas of San Fransokyo. College students seemed to be playing soccer and not minding the few drops. Naturally, even the thunderstorm thought it didn't belong in this area.

They heard sirens coming near them and continued running. Just as he passed one of the college guys Hiro slipped and fell on the ground.

"Hey, are you alright?", the guy asked and held out his hand.

"Yeah, m'fine." The police were coming closer and Hiro grabbed the offered hand and let himself be helped up. Standing there, hand in hand in the rain, smelling the sweat of the other guy Hiro recalled something. It was one of the few warm memories he got, even though he wasn't too sure if it was a memory or just a fidget of his imagination.

With a quiet thanks he let go and continued running even faster than before. He never looked back to see the other guy staring at him as he retreated.

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TBC