Katie: I only published the first chapter yesterday and I received such great response! I'm glad you guys like it! Here's the next chapter way earlier then I expected to have it out, but you guys deserve it! I've planned out this story and we're looking at about twenty chapters if I keep to 1,000 words per chapter. Is this a good length? Or should I make the chapters longer? On another note this story is definitely going to lead to some Hidashi, I may or may not included a lemon scene. Let me know if you guys want one. Also Hiro is fourteen like in the movie, Tadashi is eighteen — if this age gap makes you uncomfortable let me know. I might be able to tweak it a little (though I'd prefer to stay true to canon).

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Hero Six:(

Reviews:

crazy and random child: I'm glad you liked it! I'm also glad you ship it, it's always nice to talk to fellow Hidashi shippers!

WhisperOfThePhantomLight: Ah I know! Big Hero Six is easily the best Disney movie I've ever seen. I'm so gald you liked it! I will definitely keep writing(:

Guest: Thankyou! I hope you like the second chapter just as much!

The next time Hiro gained consciousness he was overwhelmed by how heavy his body felt. All of his muscles ached and he didn't dare move an inch for fear of the pain that he would endure. His eye lids stayed shut, only his mind actively running. Slowly and then all at once his memories flooded him, recollection of his near-death experience making him gasp out. A beeping sound broke his thoughts, curiosity coaxing him to open his eyes. A plain white celling greeted him and his eyes wandered around as much as they could without moving his head. Hiro reasoned that he was in a hospital, the scent of floor cleaner and medicine wafting around him. Vaguely he registered an IV in his forearm and the machine beeping somewhere near him. Several minuets pass by and he lays there, breathing steadily. He supposed that blast must have hit him pretty hard. "Tadashi—"Hiro says, just now remembering his brother. The promise of pain suddenly didn't matter anymore. The youngest Hamada sat up and tore the IV from his arm, eyes wide and searching. On the other side of the room he took notice of his brother in a similar situation.

Without the slightest hesitation, Hiro climbs out of his bed and walks over to his brother. Softly, he takes Tadashi's hand in his own. Over all his brother didn't look bad, his face was scrapped and his hair was mused, but he looked healthy. A small smile spread itself across Hiro's face. Everything was going to be alright, Hiro told himself, Tadashi made it and that was all that mattered. If you asked, Hiro couldn't tell you how long he stood there holding his brother's hand, but he was sure it was for a decently long amount of time because Tadashi started to wake up.

Tadashi's eye lids fluttered open, and he breathed through his mouth. "Hiro?" He recognized his younger brother's presence and turned his head to face him. "Oh, are you alright? Your face his scraped up pretty good." Slowly his free hand reached up and rested on Hiro's cheek, running his thumb across a particularly nasty cut.

"I'm alright 'Dashi. "Hiro says, chuckling softly, "Are you alright?" The hand on his cheek instantly made him feel better, even with the stinging Tadashi's thumb brought by touching his open wound.

"I'm ... okay" Tadashi responds, pushing back the thoughts of his lost professor. He didn't want to think about losing his father figure, he wanted to pretend that he was alive. He was afraid if he thought too hard he would blame Hiro for not letting him go. Instead of thinking, Tadashi pulled out the IV in his arm and threw it to the side. Reluctantly he releases Hiro's hand, almost instantly missing the sensation. Smoothly, he scoots over on his hospital bed and pats the new space beside him. Hiro slides into the spot next to Tadashi, facing him. "Everything is okay right now."

Hiro nods, not breaking eye contact with his brother. "Everything is okay right now," He whispers to himself, snuggling closer into Tadashi's chest. Tadashi throws one of his arms around his little brother, his eyes closing again. Hiro's eyes began to droop, following his brothers lead. A hazy sleep fell over them, lulling them into bright dreams. Their dreams contained happy scenes, better times painting themselves across their unconscious.

For several hours they slept, tangled in each other's arms contently. They spent the rest of their evening pressed against one another. The next morning they were discharged from the hospital and Aunt Cass took them home. The sweet smell of freshly baked cookies assaulted their noses, heat from the oven making their home pleasantly warm. It was normal, or at least from the outside it must have looked like a normal day for the Hamada's.

An emotional barrier coated the house, something growing in Tadashi's stomach. A foreign gut wrenching pain resided in the tall male. The longer he tried to ignore his pending question, the more it tore at him. Over and over again his mind replayed the scene in the burning building. Tadashi looked at it from every angle, trying to find a way that the professor could have escaped. A small voice in the back of his mind whispered negative thoughts, telling him that there was no way the professor could have lived. He needed to know. What happened to professor Callahan?

Aunt Cass clapped suddenly, smiling at the brothers. "I'm so glad you two are home and well." They stood downstairs in the closed café, the events from two days ago bringing them to this very moment. "I baked some fresh cookies, I'm sure the two of you are tired of hospital mush. I can make you a nice lunch. How does that sound?"

"That sounds nice," Hiro replies, smiling back at their aunt happily. To Hiro everything was alright, better than alright even. He was home with his family, all of them safe and out of harm's way. As far as he was concerned, nothing would make this moment any better.

A blank look passed over Tadashi's features, a disturbingly somber expression hardening his jaw. "Aunt Cass — "Tadashi begins, taking a step closer to the curvy woman. "Is he dead?" His voice matches his expression, bleak and dry. Hiro froze in his spot, just now thinking of the man that Tadashi was willing to risk his life for.

"Oh …." The woman shifts on her heels, not directly looking at Tadashi. "Mr. Callahan was … lost in the fire." She tells him softly, reaching out to place a small hand on his shoulder. He didn't reply, instead choosing to nod his head slowly. The three of them stood there, a silent exchange passing between them.

"I'm going up to my room." Tadashi says blatantly, moving out of his aunt's grasp. "I'm not really that hungry," He adds as an afterthought before going up to his room, sliding his door closed behind him.

Aunt Cass stared after Tadashi, unsure if she should follow him or not. Internally she decided it best to let him have time to grieve in peace and quiet. She turned her attention back to Hiro, offering him a half-hearted smile. "He's going to be alright, we just need to give him time to heal …. What are you hungry for?"

Hiro shook his head, reeling in his thoughts. "He tried to go in after him." He hears himself tell her, eyes downcast. "He tried to save Callahan and..." The teen chocked on a sob, tears shinning in the corners of his eyes. "… and I stopped him. I couldn't lose him too."

"Oh Hiro." She breaths out, pulling him into her comforting embrace. Smoothly, she rubs his back in a circle. For a second she imagines what would have happened if Hiro hadn't stopped Tadashi. Cass squeezed him tighter.

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