Chapter 6: Cardiac Arrested

"Hiro Hamada!" Gogo snaped as she whipped her oil stained towel at the youngest of the team laughing softly. He had decided to visit the lab, purely out of boredom and the fact that Aunt Cass refused to let him stay cooped up in the house for another day.

"You should get off your foot soon," Wasabi chuckled from his space as he twitched and fidgeted with the machine in front of him. He stepped back to the watch the young Hamada bounce away with a heavy limp to avoid the towel aimed at his leg. "You'll regret it later if you don't." He sighed rolling his eyes as a bit as Hiro collapsed into Fred's chair with a huff. Things had been slow, and it was starting to drive Hiro in a playful boredom that usually ended in the team being irked.

"But Wasabi," He whined crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. "I've been off it for like a week! I don't think I can sit still anymore! I just want to...to I don't know! To go somewhere do something! Since Brady took us off that stupid case, we've had little to no calls!" Hiro threw his hands up exasperated as he watched Gogo roll her eyes and screw another wheel into the bikes port.

"Hiro," Honey's sweet voice chimed in as she walked out from her own section of the lab. "He's right, if we want to get back out into the crime fighting world, we'll have to be better prepared. We can't risk another attack on you." She smiled warmly and carefully sat on the edge of the chair as she placed her soft hand on Hiro's shoulder. "We should all go practice after we get off. You included Hiro, you could probably use the outing."

"That's fore sure," Hiro muttered and and brushed his hand through his hair before leaning back in the chair and pulling the foot stool up to rest his lightly throbbing ankle. He rested his eyes throwing his arm over his eyes to help block out the light.

"What are we doing for lunch?" Gogo rubbed her shoulder heavily as she gave up on her wheels for just a moment. "I haven't had anything good to eat since like...breakfast." Her stomach growled heavily as if it anticipated the meal.

Silent. That was how the city was at certain times of night. It was that rare hour when there was no crime, and no cars on the street. The citizens were all tucked warmly into their beds, and everything seemed to be just right with San Fransokyo.

It was at this time that Yokai would contemplate who he really was. But lately, his thoughts leered more towards the short wild haired asian kid that sent his stomach rolling. It was a familiar kind of feeling, and he didn't like it. The past two years, that he could remember, he hadn't given a second thought to what he was doing.

The doubt started with the initial contact of their shoulders as he shoved the lithe body off the turbine. As he watched the body fall, it was as if his heart plumeted with it. Mentally, he didn't know who Purple was before watching him at the cafe, but it was a different story for his body. It was an instinctual reaction when he reached out for the thin ankle; taking him by surprise as he stopped the body from slamming into the water. It would have made his life so much easier if he had just let the kid fall to his death, yet he hadn't.

Yokai simply couldn't figure it out, something felt so familiar and it longed to see the kid again; to take him out and spoil him, to protect him from the other types of activity that were going on. Sure, he knew Callaghan would seeth at the idea, especially since it was Purple who had put him in that damned prison cell, and yet he couldn't get rid of the feeling.

He stormed down the stone white halls of San Fransokyo City Penetentiary, his hand dragging along the painted cinder blocks. To the staff, he was a regular visitor for Professor Callaghan; claiming that he was a previous student who was in journaling and was performing interviews. He took his usual left at the first cross halls and turned into the first door on the left. He had become well acquainted with building layout, and was unsurprised to find Callaghan waiting for him leaning back in the uncomfortable chairs.

"Callaghan," He said pleasantly as he collapsed into a chair across from the older male. Callaghan turned and simply waved his hand as his eyes scanned over the young raven haired man before him. He suppose he should have felt guilty about not telling him who he really was, but at the time it was imperitive to his situation. Now, it was just to get revenge on the kid who brought his Abigail back, and took her away again to send him to this hell.

"Tadashi," He leaned against the table and clasped his hands together as he smiled warmly at his student. "How is it going? Have you done what I've asked yet?" In his previous visits the Hamada would have answered yes without a second thought, but he saw the hesitation. He heard the small stutter in his student's voice before he gave it away completely.

"No...not yet. I don't know if I'll be able to," He sighs heavily and leans back pulling his hat down further in an attempt to hide his face. His teacher had always been so good at reading his face. He had obviously known him long before the 'accident'. "I tried knocking him off the turbine, and its like my body reacts on its own."

Callaghan sighs heavily pinching the bridge of his nose. Of course getting rid of the tricky teenager wouldn't be so easy. Perhaps, he'd have to start with the people who weren't as close to Tadashi as Hiro had been. After all, how could he expect him to get rid of his baby brother on command? Callaghan knew enough about psychology to know that sometimes the body reacts on its own; as if completely devoid of any information coming from the brain.

"What about the others then?" He spared a glance at the asian technologist. "Perhaps, instead of going after Purple first, you could take one of them out instead. Deminish his allies, leave him exposed and vulnerable, and then take him down. You did so well in training, I think you could do it if you knew for a fact no one was going to come after you. You never were a risk taker."

On the contrary, Tadash had been the exact opposite. He had cared so heavily for people that it was his own downfall—literally. Had Tadashi not rushed in after his professor, he'd have remained a vigilant old brother, keeping his baby Hiro out of the hands of mob members that wanted him dead.

At least, Callaghan thought wearily as he watched Tadashi mull over the options in his mind, there was a back up if Tadashi couldn't do it. Yama, he had come to learn, had quite the hit out on the young Hamada. He had yet to have his men act on it, but had chatted Callaghan up about it several times over the past months. The Robot Fight King had several adversaries on the outside that would be able to complete the job if Tadashi couldn't.

"I'll think about it." The Asian leaned forward sighing heavily as he looked at the familiar grey eyes. "I'll try again." He nodded with mild resolve. A sickness filled his chest as he leaned forward placing his head in his folded arms.

It hadn't ended by the time Tadashi was asked to leave.

"I'm home!" Hiro hummed as he hobbled into the cafe's kitchen only to find it empty. With a soft blink, he made his way towards the stairs and climbed them slowly. Boisterous laughing wafted down the entry way and caused Hiro to rush up the remaining steps. He hadn't heard Aunt Cass genuinely laugh in a while, and he was certain he hadn't texted her.

"Hiro!" She giggled rushing from the kitchen to her nephew excitedly. "How was the lab baby?" She helped him slip his hoodie off and fluffed the couches pillows for him. "What do you want for dinner? We have a guest, so I need you to be on your best behavior."

Hiro rolled his eyes lightly turning to his Aunt as she bustled about the living room putting his things away for him.

"Who's the guest?" He asked, curiosity finally getting the better of him.

"Officer Brady," Cass chirped happily as she danced back into the kitchen to begin dinner preparations. Her hands moved swiftly, quickly adding ingredients to a green bowl before pouring them into a sizzling cast iron skillet.

"Good afternoon Hiro," Brady smiled warmly from his seat in the kitchen. Hiro waved awkwardly shuffling around the man and going to the refrigerator. "I hope you're not too mad about the case," Brady sighed heavily as he watched the boy move around the kitchen in a measured fervor.

"Nah," He shrugged and thin shoulders reminded Brady just how much of a child Hiro still was. He was, after all, only sixteen; still technically going through puberty. "Just kind of irked. But it's alright, there's always someone for us to drop off at the station I'm sure." Hiro waved his hand dismissively before making his way out of the kitchen. He was in no mood to be dealing with the officer that had found infatuation with his aunt. It was awkward enough trying to get over the fact that his aunt had wanted to get back into the dating field.

Tadashi would be laughing at just how childish he was if he were still with them. He would say that everyone deserved a chance at happiness no matter how bad of a person they might have been. But Tadashi wasn't here, and so Hiro couldn't really get his head around the whole needing a person to be his other half. As far as the youngest Hamada was concerned, his other half had died in the fire at SFIT, and there would be no other half any time soon, if at all.

The wild haired teen sat himself at his desk and looked at all of his projects and experimental coding he had started and never finished. With a heavy sigh, he pulled a new SD card from his collection and set to work on making a new coding card for Baymax. There was always something new Hiro could ingrain in his marshmallow like friend; a thousand different karate moves from all over the world, millions of slang words and sayings. The limits were endless, and the work soothed his muddled head.

It was well into the night when there was a sharp tap at his window. Hiro looked over conscientiously, quickly debating on opening it or not. He had decided that it probably wouldn't hurt, and that the visitor was probably Fred or Gogo, or even some rabid fan that had magically figured out his identity. However, as soon as the window was pushed out, a blade gloved hand shot out and grabbed his shirt, tugging him out onto the roof.