HEY GUYS. I'm really glad you liked the first part. YAY!
I totally forgot about this until tonight and I felt really inspired to write the next part.
Anyway, here's part two. It's Tadashi's POV.
Tadashi opened his eyes to darkness. His face felt like it had been pricked with a dozen pine needles.
Ow, that hurt.
It was confusing at first, but after twisting his head away, he realized they were leaves.
Little pokey leaves that pinched his skin.
Very quickly the man removed his head from underneath the bush and rubbed the side of his face.
All around him were distant sounds.
Sirens, crying, cars, crackling...
It was hot. Way too hot for October.
He was almost oblivious to the bright flames around him, but the large bump which had formed on his head gave him that excuse.
His eyes slowly towards the fire.
Everything was burning.
Why?
He was kneeling flatly on the ground, rubbing his pricked neck.
It didn't take long for the gears in his mind to twist and turn, revealing a memory that would stick with him for the rest of his life.
School, fire, running, Hiro grabbing his sweater, pulling him back, Tadashi panicking, and then BOOM.
He looked down at his ash stained sweater and frowned. What had gone wrong?
Something wasn't right.
He played shuffle with his memory until he found the problem nagging at the back of his mind.
If Hiro had been beside Tadashi when the building exploded...
His mind began functioning a little faster now.
"Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa wait, wait." No, no, no, no.
Tadashi stood up.
But he stood up a little too fast.
A dizzy spell hit him.
Ah, ah, ah, no.
He held onto his knees for support.
His vision was flawed with dark spots. His heartbeat pounded inside of his head.
Too soon, too soon.
It lasted a few seconds before it vanished, almost as quickly as it came.
The man looked around himself quickly and desperately.
Burning wood and flames.
The smell was intense, but he couldn't open his mouth. He wouldn't.
That would let the smoke fill his lungs.
A stone building towered above lighting the night sky with a ominous orange- debris occasionally fell wherever it wanted.
"Hiro?" Tadashi called out, ignoring the the dryness he felt fill his lungs.
He covered his mouth with his sleeve and squinted out the smoke.
He remembered his boy scout handbook which he'd received in 5th grade. It had stressed that the ground was the safest place to be in a fire.
Tadashi got on his hands and knees and crawled.
Hiro was a smart kid.
He had read the handbook too. So he'd remember that instruction, right?
"Hiro!"
Debree fell from the sky and landed near Tadashi's leg.
Too close.
"Come on dude, don't leave me hanging here!"
Come on, Hiro.
An agonized yell echoed through the enclosed space.
It was loud and filled with pain.
Nothing had ever scared Tadashi more in his life.
His eyes widened.
Smoke beat against them, burning them, making them water.
Tadashi ignored it and desperately searched around for the owner of that horrible sound.
Then he found it, right in front of his nose and not too far away.
The source of the scream.
Blue jacket, cargo pants, and jet black hair that hadn't been combed in days... Tadashi could have laughed with joy.
But something was wrong.
Hiro was unstable.
The hand which had been clutching his shoulder fell lifelessly to his side.
"No, no, no, no. HIRO, NO!" His voice sounded raspy.
Tadashi stood up and Ran.
Sparks burst forth with every leap he took.
Some hit his face.
Hiro went rigid...
and fell. He fell quickly, but Tadashi was quicker.
Instead of meeting the ground, Hiro's head collided with his brother's strong arm.