Hello my lovelies I have returned! Did you miss me? (Don't answer that)

I don't want to stall your reading any longer, so I wrote an explanation at the end of this chapter, so if you're curious with my life or why I didn't update for so long and such and such feel free to read it after.

Sorry for any grammar mistakes. I don't own "Big Hero 6". If I did I'd be a happy duck in a pond of bread.

So without any more rambling, I tell the tale… Enjoy

Chapter 4-Beginnings

Tadashi gripped the small hand is his slightly larger one. There was an overcast in the sky, the clouds blocking out the sun. The service ended almost an hour ago, but the two Hamada brothers remained where they were. He looked down at Hiro, who was crying in an eerie silence. This bothered Tadashi. Usually when the little three year-old cried, he was loud and full of emotion, but not this time. Hiro simply stared forward with a blank face and dead eyes as fat tears continuously streamed down his chubby cheeks. "Hiro," Tadashi started uneasily. "Please, say something."

"…Kaa-san and Daddy* are never coming back…" Hiro whispered. He continued to stare at the headstone in front of him. "They're gone."

"Hiro…" Tadashi bent down so he was at eye-level with his little brother and cupped his small face with his hands. "I'm still here." It was with that simple phrase that Hiro's emotionless face contorted into one with sadness and misery. He started to hiccup and whimper, and then he cried, LOUDLY.

"NII-CHAN!" Hiro buried his face into the seven year-old's chest and continued to sob over the loss of his beloved parents. Tadashi rubbed soothing and gentle circles on Hiro's small back and held him, allowing him to finally cry out.

"I'll always be here for you Hiro, I'm not going anywhere." he kissed the top of Hiro's head as his own eyes started to water. "I'll always protect you, no matter what…"

Tadashi's head broke above the surface of the cold ocean water, gasping for much needed air. He could hear the others do the same shortly after him. As they all coughed seawater out of their lungs while gripping onto a floating Baymax, Tadashi turned his head this way and that, but his heart sank when he realized that there was no one else out in the night. The masked man was gone, and he took Hiro with him. Tadashi clenched his hands and squeezed his eyes. This can't be happening, someone PLEASE tell me this isn't happening. WHY COULDN'T I PROTECT HIM?! Everyone looked at him with concern. They couldn't say anything to make him feel better. Luckily Baymax's voice chimed in.

"Your injuries require my attention, and your body temperatures are low."

"We should get out of here." Tadashi told everyone. The sooner I'm out of the water the sooner I can find Hiro.

"I know a place." Fred informed the group.

After some walking, the gang was beyond cold. Even the summer night air felt cold on their wet skin. They all tried their best to preserve their body heat. Looking around, Honey Lemon didn't recognize the area of the city that they were in and voiced her thought. "Where are we?" Fred suddenly turned right and to everyone's horror, started walking up the white marble steps of a large, fancy mansion.

"Fred," Tadashi said with chattering teeth. "Where are you going?"

He simply looked back, confused. "Ooooh!" he said, realization written on his face. "Welcome to mi casa! That's French for 'front door'."

"It's really… not." Honey said with a sad face.

"Listen, Nitwit," an angry Gogo began. "a lunatic in a mask JUST tried to kill us. I'm not in the mood fo-" the front door opened and a nicely dressed, poised butler stepped out, interrupting Gogo's rant.

"Welcome home, Master Fredrick." he said in a proper tone to the beanie-wearing comic lover…Wait, what?

"Heathcliff, my man!" Fred exclaimed happily. It was obvious the two were familiar with each other, which was unbelievable. The others could only stare with their mouths open. Even Baymax tilted his head in confusion. "Come on in guys, we'll be safe in here." Everyone filed in through the door in a single line, Tadashi in the back. He watched with mild amusement when Baymax fist-bumped Heathcliff and droned out 'Ba-la-la-la-la-la-la'. Hiro must have taught him that. Tadashi clenched his fist at the thought of his baby brother.

They all continued through the mansion and eventually made it to Fred's… bizarre room. While everyone else was commenting on the decorations, Tadashi went straight to a table that had printer paper and a cup of pencils. He immediately began to list any physical traits he could remember on the masked man. About 5''6 to 6 feet tall, male, slight muscular build probably a full-fledged adult… He needed to be on the night of the showcase to know about the microbots, so maybe that can narrow down any suspects. Tadashi put the pencil down. After Hiro's performance, he had been interviewed by a news anchor. Everyone in the city had heard about the microbots. It would be near impossible to try to match body types with all the men in the entire city. He let out a frustrated sigh.

"You're body temperature is still low." Baymax said behind him.

"Yeah…" Tadashi replied half-heartily. He felt the soft robot lean against and begin to warm him up with his built-in heaters. All the others piled on, sighing and sinking into the warm marshmallow. While the heat did feel amazing, Tadashi didn't want to feel comfortable. He wanted to DO something, but what?

"It seems you are distressed." Baymax informed him as he continued to warm everyone up. "What seems to be the problem?"

Tadashi sighed. "That masked man… he's gone and I don't know a single thing about him."

"If you are seeking information on the male individual from before, perhaps I can be of some assistance. His blood type is AB-, and he weighs approximately 173 pounds. However, I am sensing great amounts of emotional imbalance and distress. Diagnosis: acute stress disorder, high risk of cardiovascular disease, and emotional instability." Baymax finished off. Tadashi turned back and stared at his robot with a dangling jaw.

"You scanned him?"

"Yes, it is my job to scan my patients." The wheels in Tadashi's head started turning when Fred spoke up.

"I think we can narrow it down to a single prime suspect…" he said with a thoughtful look.

"What do you mean?"

"The person who took Hiro most likely needed him along with the microbots, and who was the man who wanted the microbots super badly?" Fred took a dramatic pause, snatching the T.V. remote from the couch and switched it on. On the screen was a documentary on Krei Tech. "Allistar Krei!" he finished.

"That… actually makes sense." Wasabi commented with disbelief.

"He seemed to be really upset when Hiro told him no at the showcase…" Tadashi pondered out loud. His mind wandered back to what Professor Callaghan had said to Hiro about Krei on the night of the showcase.

"I wouldn't trust Krei Tech with your microbots, or anything."

"We have to go confront him." he told everyone.

"How?" Gogo asked. "There's no way anyone is going to let a bunch of college kids waltz into a multi-million company and as soon as Krei sees us, he'll know we're alive and take care of us ourselves." Even though this was true, Tadashi wasn't going to let it stop him.

"Then we'll confront him when he's not working as Allistar Krei, but as 'Yokai'. It would be too risky to take Hiro or the microbots at the Krei Tech building, so he most likely has a second hidden location…" Tadashi stated as he began pacing. He looked up and saw one of Fred's many robot figures and picked it up, studying it. It had a large head piece that resembled a large scanner. This gave him an idea. "Baymax scanned him already, so his information is already stored into Baymax's hard drive. To find him, I'll just scan the whole city and find a match. I just have to upgrade Baymx's sensor." Tadashi put the robot back on the shelf and saw his friends' reflections on a glass case. "Actually, if we're gonna catch this guy, we all need some upgrades." he said as he turned and faced the others.

"Wait, upgrade who now?" Wasabi asked.

"Those who have suffered a loss and are stressed require support from friends and loved ones." Baymax informed.

Fred started to bounce in his seat with uncontained excitement. "Haha! Ok, I like where this is heading!"

"We can't go against that guy, we're nerds!" Wasabi exclaimed.

"Tadashi we want to help," Honey Lemon said gently. "But we're just, us."

"No," Tadashi said with a determined look and will. "We can be way more."

Gogo walked up and looked at her friends with an equally determined look. "Hiro Hamada is our friend too. He's grown on all of us." she looked at all the others again, seeing a new spark in all of their eyes and with a firm nod, looked back to Tadashi. "We're in."

Fred jumped up from his seat on the couch in excitement. "Can you feel it? You guys, do you feel this? Our origin story begins… WE'RE GONNA BE HUGE!"

My head hurts… why is my face so cold? Hiro slowly opens his eyes and blinked the blurriness away. He was lying on a stainless metal floor. It felt icy against his body. When his vision became clear, he took note that the rest of the room had metal for all the walls and ceiling. It was about the size of the living room at Aunt Cass's apartment. The wall opposite from him there was a single metal door with a red light above it. Tucked in a corner beside the door was a simple desk and chair set with a rather large, silver briefcase. Hiro slowly pushed himself up off the ground and felt something foreign on his neck when he moved. Touching it, he felt it was made of a sturdy material that couldn't be easily broken, but it was flexible enough for him to move his head while it still fit snuggly around his neck. He could feel something from the collar pricking the back of his neck, where his spine was. There wasn't a clasp of a buckle, meaning something else was the only way to take it off. Hiro hated this. It was suffocating and it was terrifying. What was the collar for? To make sure he didn't try to escape from wherever he was? And more importantly… What happened to everyone? His head started to pound again as he forced any fuzziness in his conscious, trying to remember the events from before. I was taken… my microbots… the pier…! Hiro's heart sank to his stomach and he began to feel sick. Wasabi's van crashed into the ocean, with everyone in it. He was screaming and flailing around so much the masked man hit him on the back of his head to knock him out. What if they weren't able to survive? Hiro shook his head and immediately regretted the action when his throbbed in protest. No, they did survive. There's no doubt about it. He had to stay hopeful. Looking around again, he saw a total of 4 cameras in the corners of the room, all with red blinking lights right by the large lenses. He looked at one right in the lens.

"Where am I?" he demanded. The camera only replied with the same blinking light. Hiro frowned. He got up on his feet and walked up the door. He knocked on it. Solid. There was no chance of him breaking it down on his own. There was no knob, meaning it opened from the outside only. The red overhead light meant it was currently locked, and that it used electricity, so that meant either a code or a card key was needed to operate the door. Hiro sighed. He walked away from the door and over to the desk. The briefcase only had a button. No key or combination were needed. Curiosity winning, Hiro pushed the button.

The briefcase's lid opened all the way. From the lid, 2 smaller screens unfolded from a center screen. The bottom of the case had a keyboard. All in all, it was a pretty hi-tech three-screen computer. I don't know why they would leave this here, but I'm not gonna question it. Hiro reached towards the computer, ready to send a distress signal to Tadashi when he heard the door slide open and heavy footsteps enter the room. He didn't have time to blink when he felt a large hand grab the hood to his jacket and yank him away from the computer. He fell onto the metal floor hard, and felt the wind get knocked out from his lungs. Coughing, he glared up at the masked man.

"Finally decided to show up?" he growled. Standing back up, he demanded "Where am I? WHY am I here?" his frustration only grew when the masked man only responded with silence. The man reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a smart phone and switched to a video before showing it the Hiro. The video was from the day of the showcase, and it was the news interview Hiro had after his presentation.

'So, how did you get every single microbot to follow your directions?'

'I programmed each bot with a software of my own design that allows the microbots to receive and follow the signal the neurotransmitter releases. Kind of like how a television set is programmed to only respond to the remote control it's paired with.'

'Incredible!' The masked man paused the video and put the phone back into his pocket and looked back at Hiro, who just stared back.

"So what?" he questioned. Yokai pointed to the fourteen year-old and back to the computer. Then it clicked. "You want me to recreate my software program. Is that it?" When Yokai nodded, Hiro scowled. "And what makes you think I'll do that?" Suddenly, Yokai grabbed the front of Hiro's shirt and slammed his back into one of the metal walls. The movement made Hiro dizzy and the impact made him grit his teeth in pain. He felt the hand holding his shirt shake in anger. Hiro stared back at Yokai's yellow eyes with a look of defiance.

"No." he spat out at the mask. He was thrown to the ground again. He scrambled back to his feet once more and turned back to Yokai. "I will NOT ever help you, so go ahead and do your worst." He gritted out. Hiro watched as the masked man shook in anger. He reached into his pocket again, but instead of his phone, he pulled out a small remote of some sort. Hiro looked at it, wondering what it was for. Then Yokai pressed a button on the remote.

Hiro heard the collar around his small neck beep. "Huh?" He questioned. Suddenly, Hiro's eyes widened and fell the ground, screaming and writhing in pain. He couldn't register what was happening. It felt like his body was exploding from the inside out. No, it felt like knives were stabbing his organs before shredding them apart… No, it felt like his blood was boiling, cooking his body from the inside. He didn't know how to describe it. It was just so painful. He clawed at the collar, desperate for the pain to stop. It didn't budge. He panicked. His throat started to feel raw from the constant screams. Then it stopped all at once. Hiro panted and coughed. He was shaking in a cold sweat. W-what happened? What the heck was that? He felt perfectly fine now. There were no traces that he was experiencing excruciating torture two seconds ago. With wide, unfocused eyes, he turned his gaze back to Yokai. "What did you do to me?" To his surprise, Yokai actually answered.

"You feel something poking the back of your neck correct?" He let Hiro give a shaky nod before continuing. "That needle allows the collar to connect to your spinal cord. When I push this button," Yokai pushed the button again and Hiro doubled over in pain once again. "It send signals down your spine and to your nerves that are the similar to pain signals. Pushing this button lets me stop the signals." Yokai pushed the other button and Hiro felt the pain stop once again. "It lets you feel pain without actually getting hurt, although I'm not sure what would happen if I kept it on continuously for over of two hours. It could possibly destroy your nerves or begin to cause actual damage. This model is not perfect, but it gets the job done."

Hiro kept breathing out in gasps before he could actually manage to speak. "My microbots…Why…?" he panted out. His voice sounded raspy and it hurt to talk.

"Why I need them and what I am trying to accomplish is none of your concern. You only need to worry about recreating your software." Yokai growled out in a deep voice.

Hiro looked back at the computer on the desk. He breathed in a deep breath before letting it out. Once again, he stood up in front to Yokai. Steeling his eyes and clenching his hands into tight fists, Hiro replied. "No."

Yokai shook his head. "Very well." He pushed the button.

It was the next morning and Tadashi and the others were back at his garage trying to upgrade Baymax's sensor. As they were working, Tadashi frowned when he relized something. Once I get the sensor ready, then what? That guy still has the microbots. We can't exactly go head to head against him… While he was thinking, Tadashi accidentally bumped into Hiro's desk in the garage and knocked over a couple of notebooks. As he picked them up off the floor, Tadashi stopped and looked at one of them. It was already opened to a page with a sketch of Baymax and written at the top in Hiro's messy handwriting was 'Baymax 2.0'. The page was covered in sketches and designs of what looked like an advanced version of the first armor Baymax wore at the docks.

"Whatcha looking at?" Fred asked peering over Tadashi's shoulder.

"Sketches that Hiro drew…" the armor had a lot of pretty impressive stuff. Thrusters, wings… Tadashi turned the page. By this time everyone, including Baymax, was peering over the Hamada's shoulder. These sketches were different. They had magnetic suspension wheels that were similar to the ones on Gogo's bike, except the ones in the sketch were attached to boots, making them look similar to rollerblades. The page was titled 'Gogo'. Turning the page again, more impressive plans were drawn out. Arm gauntlets that could create plasma in the form of a blade (titled 'Wasabi'), a purse with a built in chemistry set and could produce balls that created chemical reactions when thrown (titled 'H. Lemon), and surprisingly enough, a flaming lizard suit with bionic boots (titled 'Fredzilla). Gogo, Wasabi, Honey Lemon, and Fred all smiled. They all felt happy and honored that they inspired such amazing robotics for the little genius. This feeling only increased their desire to rescue Hiro. Tadashi turned the page and saw another sketch. This one wasn't titled yet since it was still in the making, but Tadashi could tell it was supposed to be compatible to 'Baymax 2.0'. Tadashi furrowed his brows and brought up a hand to stroke his chin.

"Oh, that's his thinking face." Wasabi commented. Sure enough, Tadashi looked up at the others with a bright look in his eyes.

"Guys, I have an idea."

It had been hours since Hiro woke up. He wished he never did. Yokai stood behind Hiro as he clicked away on the keyboard. Hiro couldn't stop shaking. Even though the collar wasn't activated, it was like he could still feel the pain. After he refused Yokai's demands once again, Yokai had relentlessly turned the remote on and off, torturing Hiro and filling the room with his screams and begs to stop. Sometimes the collar was activated for a couple of seconds, sometimes for thirty minutes. Luckily, it was never on for longer than two hours, but it wasn't like Hiro was going to thank Yokai for that. Unable to take any more pain, Hiro gave in. He felt disgusted with himself. It made him feel weak, pathetic. Each 'click' and 'clack' of the keyboard keys made him cringe with anger.

"I knew it would eventually see things my way, Hiro." Yokai said. Hiro could hear the smirk behind his masked face. Hiro bit the inside of his cheek until the metallic taste of blood flooded over his tongue. It hurt, but it was the only thing keeping him from lashing out again. He couldn't stand himself right now. He stopped typing. He was getting angrier. He shouldn't be doing this. He HAD to stop. The collar beeped again and Hiro tensed. No… The pain started again.

"GAAAAAAAH!" he bellowed as he tried clawing at the collar. "STOP! TAKE IT OFF! MAKE IT STOP!" The pain only increased, as did his screams. "PLEASE!" Yokai let this go on for a little longer before he switched it off. Hiro hunched over, twitching and letting out groans of pain. Even though it was only about ten seconds, it felt like an hour.

"Type." Yokai commanded. "Or do you want me to leave it on for an hour again?" his voice sounded like ice. Hiro shuddered. It didn't feel like an hour. It had felt like an eternity. It made Hiro want to die right then and there. He bit his lip, tears forming in corner of his eyes as he regretfully resumed typing. "Good."

The sounds of the keyboard echoed in the room.

Aunt Cass

CLICK

Gogo

CLACK

Wasabi

CLICK

Honey Lemon

CLACK… click. Hiro saved the software.

Nii-chan…

Yokai shut the computer and left the room with it, leaving Hiro alone in the cold, metal room. He let out a shaky sob and pressed his palms into his eyes.

I'm sorry.

*I used both the Japanese and English words for this part because there is a mixed family at my church and their kids use both languages to address their parents I think it's the cutest thing I ever heard.

Ok, sooo there's the chapter, FINALLY. Allow me to explain what was up. *AHEM AHEM*

After I returned from my overseas vacation, jetlag had a death grip on me and I was also spending that entire rest of the week with my best friend that I've known for 8 years because she was going across the country to go to school. So I was pretty bummed out.

Then I started school on August 17. It is my freshman year in college, so it was like *WABAM* all up in my face. It took me a while to finally get settled. I also took up boxing so some days I have lessons right after my classes. I'm busier now… *cries* This unfortunately means I won't be able to update as often as I hope, BUUUUT I have time between classes, so I will use that time to type up the chapters using my flash drive and the computer labs on campus. (I did that for 2 days straight for you guys. 3 ) So whoop. I'll try to do that as often as I can.

This chapter might seem weird in some parts, but I actually like it. Sorry if it doesn't seem long enough. I wanted to update ASAP to make up for the wait. If you have any questions about this chapter, feel free the message me. And again, *Serious beating to come* in later chapters.

Thank you to all the loyal people who waited and for all the favs, follows, and reviews. They really meant a lot to me!

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