Unlike robotics and engineering, Hiro didn't quite understood people. They are so complex and each one is different, there is no blueprint that can give details of every part the human is constricted off, and human mind is also one of the mysteries no one can solve. How can beings so similar on the outside yet be so different on the inside again? It was like a fingerprint, no mind was the same, not even the twins. How can mind be so weak in some yet strong in other people, how can one person be smarter than the other if they are born from the same parents? How can one single incident, no matter the size, affect one's mind so easily, or environment?

So how could Hiro let his LC be a thing to judge him over? There are many factors that affect mind during its development, such as people surrounding you, place, time, events, general mentality... How different was he in his former lives, Hiro caught himself thinking. He was still set on his decision, but that doesn't mean he couldn't wonder, right?

He never doubted his intelligence, in fact he was a bit egoistic about it. I mean, c'mon, he graduated when he was 13 years old, how many people can say that? He can build weapons from a microwave and make things no one can! He was definitely someone important on the field of engineering or something like that... Maybe Leonardo da Vinci? He knows flying is his all-time favorite dream and thing and wasn't Leonardo a bit obsessed with it as well?

Flying... Hiro could never get tired of that. He and Baymax would spend hours and hours flying and not once he would complain to stop. He loved flying, it felt so natural and just there waiting for him and he felt so whole while doing it-

Oh, God. He was a bird in former life, wasn't he?

...It would make sense, right? Many people were animals before and felt certain urges of those they've been. He was probably a bird, everyone were always saying he was annoying as parrot sometimes. And he did like seed very much, so yeah...

He was a bird. Ok, that would explain his love for flying. His intelligence, how was it back in the days with no robots, electricity and machines? Was he one of those people that was considered a freak and weird for knowing something other than obey his authorities? Was he ever a woman? How many children did he had in his lives, was he happy, was he-

NO!

Hiro shifted in his bed, forcefully blocking any more questions. He will not get his LC scanned, end of story! The guys' questions and pleas must've been finally rub off him or something.

He knew he wasn't angel, he knew he wasn't Mr. Innocent. He was well aware of the fact how egoistical he could be, and how he would never let anyone spit on him or his beloved ones. He would return it full force times a thousand. He remembered the thing he did when confronted with Callaghan. He wanted to destroy him, he needed to seem he dead. Only memory on Tadashi stopped him. That and nothing else. If it wasn't for Tadashi...

But he was sure he didn't have Tadashi in former lives.

He must've been someone who was so into his own ego that he must've been making things for his own profit, despite the lives he must've had destroyed, probably for some revenge or worse – pure joy of it!

It was possible... His neighbor had LC scanned, and he was actually in one of his former lives a kamikaze! The poor guy had to move out from the city.

But then again... He really liked helping people. He liked seeing them smile cause of him. Maybe he was one of those who was inventing things to help people? What if he was the creator of Red Cross?

Nah.

He knew himself... If not for his own benefit, he won't do anything.

And knowing he was someone like that would crush him, 'cause it would destroy everything Tadashi thought of him.

People will need you, and I know you can help them.

And that was not worth it.

But what about a soulmate? Are they worth it?

Hiro turned around again, his gaze going towards the ceiling.

A soulmate. The one specific being that LC carrier bonded deeply (be it platonic, family, amiable, romantic or even unamiable) in his very first life. The soulmates are bonded in a way that will follow each other through all lives, but the sad part was no one remembers each other. Except those with scanned LC. They are able to recognize their soulmate.

Hiro's soulmate was... A thing he didn't want to think about. For all he cares about, Tadashi was his soulmate, he made him complete and always there for him. When he... Hiro was so broken that he couldn't even...

Hiro sighed and set up, the messy room replacing the thoughts in his head. Boy, he should really consider cleaning up one of these days...

That reminded him on the robot his aunt was going to get for her next birthday. He wanted to experiment a little in his lab tonight! So, voice lock was definite thing to modify, and he should have chosen the colors by now. Aunt Cass once had an idea for the work uniforms, but that idea was a blow; on one side it was tacky, on the other one it was contrast vs the cafe's theme design, and they didn't have enough money to restore the whole place. Maybe he could take the wallpaper design and adjust it to be torso, and-

.Bzzzzzz.

His cell phone ringed on the night table, stealing his attention from the inner blueprint design. He checked the caller ID – hidden number.

He rose one eyebrow – He was thought to be careful with the unknown callers.

Never the less...

''Hello?'', he picked up, making sure not to use his full voice. You can never be too sure.

What he heard on the other side of the line was impossible for him to comprehend. It sounded rough, sturdy and foreign.

''Hello? Who is this?!''

Same sounds followed.

Hiro greeted his teeth and ended the call. Prank call.

''Very funny, ha ha ha.''

The same number called again. Hiro didn't pick up this time and shut the phone down.

Now! The gift to his favorite auntie...

He really liked the way the paint job was done, he wanted the robot to represent the cafe's everything, and from design to the feeling the place was giving when you enter inside. He nodded his head at the robotic torso and rolled his chair to the computer to work on that voice control and lock.

His and Cass's voice were presented on the screen in the sound waves, easily recognizable and ready for the transfer to the chip soon to be implanted in the metallic head.

''Wait.'', Hiro said to himself.

He was hitting puberty hard these days; his voice outta change drastically soon... That would be a problem for the robot. Should he just make voice lock for aunt? Perhaps he could have fingerprint identification.

''Meh, why not.'', he shrugged.

Alright, that is one more modification on his list!

... How did Tadashi survive with all these work? Battle bots are so much easier, how can domestic service robot be so difficult?! Again, Hiro didn't give his older brother enough credit, he thought on those test videos Baymax showed him once. How many did he record again? 87.

And he didn't even start with activation.

Oh boy...

He leaned on his chair and stared up at the ceiling, debating whether to have a break or do some more work on the robot. He decided a break is as good.

Hiro walked to the couch where a box of soda was waiting for him, and he let goofy grin spread across his face as he set into the soft cushions with a can in his hand. Subconsciously, his other hand started wandering next to him.

His fingers touched something cold. Hiro's eyes fell on his hand, which now held his shut down phone.

''Oh yeah, I shut it down.'', he remembered. He pressed the activation button, and waited for the phone to wake up.

What he saw on the screen almost made him spit out his drink. He had thirty-five missed phone calls, all from that hidden number.

''What the hack...'', he furrowed his eyebrows while getting up, eyes glued to the screen.

Whoever this guy was, he sure was persistent. But why would someone call him so many times? And what language was that? Hiro couldn't explain it, but he knew it was a language, some old one.

Should he call back? No, of course not!

But he also couldn't ignore this eit-

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Hiro jumped in the air as the phone starts ringing, almost dropping it on the ground. He looked at the caller, it was hidden number again.

*beep* Hi, this is Hiro Hamada, sorry can't answer cause I'm really busy with something awesome! You know what to do.

His voicemail!

The same sounds! Those freakishly familiar sounds!

The message wasn't long, but the voice sounded fake, deep like in those cliché movies and when people were giving anonymous reviews and confessions. So, whoever is calling must have stay hidden for a while... But why call him, how did he even get his number?!

The recorded message was saved, and Hiro took a long breathing exercise in order to figure out what now. He could always alert the gang... is this worth it?

What would happen if he doesn't? They would be pretty angry. Yeah, he should tell them.

He dialed their numbers and sent the same message: Hiro's workshop. Urgent.

That outta give him enough time to get into some more research about this. First thing first...

He really needs to find out what language was that.

Wasabi, usually punctual to point, was now the last one to come to the workshop. His one hand was full with a donut box while other had a coffee cup, the man obviously just got outta bed.

When he entered, Hiro had a projecting screen in front of the couch where the gang was sitting, full of geographical maps and some weird symbols.

''Sorry I'm late but the traffic was a disaster, there were some problems on the main road and I had to go on a detour and really needed coffee and why did no one tell me what this sudden meeting was about?'', he asked.

''Hiro has a stalker.'', Gogo said bluntly.

''Say what?!''

Hiro rolled his eyes as he waited in front his computer, the analysis still in progress, as it was for the previous 20 minutes.

Maybe it wasn't language at all, his friends said.

But he knew it was. Somehow. He just did.

''I tried locating the caller over the calls, but it's incredibly protected, and I could probably upgrade it but right now I really need a lead on this guy. This seems like a good start.'', he said while taking a donut from Wasabi.

''Ok, so we find him and then what?'', Honey asked, clenching a cup of tea in her hands.

That, Hiro also has yet to decide. And why the sudden need for this again? Oh yeah, panic. Someone is out there who obviously is desperate for him and Hiro doesn't know why. So that's the first thing on the list. Find out who the caller is and why he is on this speed dial.

''Get answers. I really have a bad feeling about this.''

''Don't worry, dude! No one phone-stalks my pals! We'll find this M!''

''M?''

''Dial M for Murder? No one saw that o-''

Analysis complete.

Analyzed language...

''Old Norweigan?''