A/N Heey guys n.n

Here's another update :D

Won't say too much xD keep on reading!

As always, I don't own BH6

Breath in.

Breathe out.

Hiro slowly came to. He had been sleeping peacefully. But now that he was starting to wake up, he felt awful. His head was pounding constantly. It reminded him of the times he had been sick and he would wake up with a stabbing pain in the head. But even so, it felt different, weird. It felt more of a headache rather than pain from being sick.

Was he sick? He tried recalling the last days, or even hours before, but it was as if his mind was trying to wake up. While he waited for his memories to re-surface he tried to open his eyes.

But he noticed that he also felt tired. So tired. Why? He tried opening his eyes but they seemed to weight a ton. It seemed they were glued shut. He tried and tried but to no bail. He tried shifting his body but it seemed to be in a deep slumber, not obeying his command.

He was starting to panic. Was he paralyzed in some kind of way? Did he had an accident and couldn't move his body?! No that couldn't be. He knew he couldn't move but he could still feel the fabric against his skin.

Ok, that's a better sign. Maybe I'm sedated or something. But why?.

As moving was not working for him right then, he tried paying attention to his surroundings.

What he noticed was that he was in an uncomfortable position. He seemed to be lying on his side over a hard surface. Wasn't he on his bed? No, his bed was way softer than that and also straight. This surface was hard and cold with small ups and downs. The constant movement was soothing, making him want to go to sleep again.

No! I can't fall asleep again. Come on, stay awake.

He also appeared to be moving slightly up and down. As if he was moving. But his whole body was dormant.

Just then, something new filled his senses. He could hear a low vibration. He couldn't put his finger on what the source was but he could tell it was not constant, changing and that there was another vibration that was slightly different.

Hiro was getting frustrated. He couldn't see, he couldn't hear well and worst of all, couldn't move. He decided to try to calm down and wait.

A few minutes passed, and his senses opened up bit by bit. He could feel that when he tried, he could make his hands twitch. Although it was small, he could move it a bit.

He noticed that those vibrations were in fact voices. Deep voices. But who were they? He tried listening but couldn't make out words. He could only hear them mumbling. Was it Tadashi? Was he with one of his friends? Right then his mind opened up and images and flashes overcame him.

Tadashi.

The institute.

The microbots.

The presentation.

The fire.

The strange man.

Memories from the night before flooded his mind. Now he remembered that he went inside the building and then the fire broke out. And then this strange guy tried to take him. No, scratch that. He had succeeded.

He remembered the desperation and fear he felt while trying to get out, to get help. He remembered how he had felt so useless, so weak.

He had been so close.

He had been kidnapped. Kidnapped. His heart beated fast against his chest. He suddenly got nervous. The most dreaded question filled his mind. What were they going to do to him? Was it for money? Influence? To send a message? He had seen some kidnapping on the news and stuff and they were not pretty. And most of them ended with a body.

Oh man, oh man.

He didn't want to die. His already fast-beating heart moved even faster. His breathing had started to get more agitated.

Then he noticed that the people in the car had quieted down a little bit. The guys must have noticed his erratic breathing.

Hiro didn't want to find out what they would do to him if he woke up so he put all of his concentration and effort in calming down and start to take long and steady breaths.

After a few seconds, the chat between the guys continued. Hiro mentally sighed relieved. They must have taken the bait.

Then and idea struck him. He decided to pretend to be asleep. That way, he would have one more advantage over them and that also meant that he had another change to escape.

Throughout the ride, he kept testing his moving abilities. His dormant body seemed to have awoken by then. By now he was able to hear clearly but both the guys had stopped talking.

He remained silent, paying attention from his senses to see if he could tell where he was or where in the city they could be, but the streets were quiet and he didn't want to risk opening his eyes.

Then, taken by surprise, the car started to go slower until finally it stopped. Hiro gulped. He had to time his plan very carefully.

He heard the men getting out of the car.

Come on. Whatever you do, do not move.

He felt the door closer to his feet open. He expected to feel the man's hand trying to grab him and move him but that's not what he felt.

He felt something crawling up his legs and his back below him. He shivered unconsciously at the cold material. He then realized what it was.

Oh no ...

My microbots.

He planned on doing a surprise attack but if those guys had his microbots, he didn't stand a chance. He needed to think of a new plan. And fast.

He was lifted from the car and carried inside. It took every effort out of him to not react, yelp or flinch at the sudden movements.

He hadn't been expecting them to have his microbots. He knew very well that he was once again in score one.

"I'm gonna tell Keith we are already here."

Hiro was placed on the ground, a little bit harder than he had expected. A small yelp escaped his lips and fear gripped his heart. Had they heard? As the guys didn't say a thing, he guessed that the sound of his fall muffled the other sound.

He heard a pair of footsteps getting a little further until a door opened and closed and heard nothing else. He was about to move when he heard someone typing on a keyboard.

Hiro cracked his eyes open just enough to see that one of the guys had his back towards him. He smiled. The guy was currently looking at the screen while punching some notes and numbers. Hiro then looked up and his smile fell.

This guy was the one with the transmitter. And worst of all, he hadn't taken it off.

Hiro took a few deep breathes and decided to go for it. It was better to try with one guy present even though he had the microbots.

He opened his eyes and got up slowly not making a sound. He looked around and located the door. He then rushed as fast as he could, not daring to look back. He just kept going and going.

"Hey! Get back here!"

Even though Hiro was beyond afraid, he kept going. The sound of small pieces rattling told him that the guy was commanding the microbots to move.

He could see the door getting closer with every step he took. But he then fell to the ground. His breathing quickened.

Why did he fell? He didn't see anything on the floor that made him trip. He looked down at his feet and saw only black. Hiro gasped as microbots surrounded his feet and advanced. He was then being dragged back towards the center of the room.

No no no no. His breathing was short and ragged.

"Let me go!" He managed to scream.

In his desperation attempt, Hiro tried to grab onto something, anything. But there was nothing that he could use, his fingers finding nothing to grab onto. He started scratching the ground as a last resort but the microbots had reached his arms and they were pulled down beside his body, restraining his movements even more.

He was then lifted off the ground. He was upright with his feet dangling a few centimeters above the ground. He struggled and tried to get free but the microbots held him tight in place, anchoring him. He was having a hard time breathing because the tiny robots hold him even tighter around his chest, making sure he didn't escape.

He was turned around and for the first time, he saw the face of the captor. The man was young, with long blonde hair and green eyes. His face didn't hold any sort of expression. He just had a serious face but didn't seem angry. At least it didn't appeared to be so.

Hiro looked at him, afraid. He opened his mouth to ask him something when he was cut off.

"Sneaky one isn't he?" Hiro's head snapped at the direction of the voice. The other guy was leaning against the doorframe casually taking the scene in. This guy seemed to be a little older than the blonde guy. He had brown hair with dark green eyes.

Hiro couldn't take it any longer and put the bravest face he could muster.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?"

Both guys ignored him.

"He knows we are here."

"Who are you!?" Hiro asked a little harder this time. The guy that was talking looked at him with a blank expression and then looked at his partner once again as if nothing happened.

"He'll be here to talk in a few minutes."

"Hey! I asked you a question". Hiro was now getting angry and impatient. They weren't paying any attention to him. The guy with the transmitter only nodded and started to walk away, Hiro following right behind him.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Oh and you know what to do" Hiro heard the other guy say from the other side of the room. As soon as he was about to ask what he meant, his vision suddenly went black. He was using the microbots as a blindfold. He started complaining.

"Hey wha - hhhhhmmmm!"

He felt that his mouth had been clamped shut with his own invention. Only a muffled cry escaped his lips. He struggled once more, moving his face side to side trying to pry his microbots off. He tried moving his arms and kicking. All the struggling was in vain. Knowing that his efforts were futile, he ceased all movement and tried to figure out what was going on.

What he guessed was that he was going to be there for a while. The blindfold could only mean that the other guys didn't want him to know where he was, or his way out for that matter. He also noticed that as he was being carried, his feet were dangling a few centimeters above the ground. That way he couldn't tell if he was turning right or left or even if he was going in a straight line.

Suddenly he heard the footsteps stop but he felt like he kept moving. Then, the microbots that surrounding him pushed him forward, releasing him from their hold. Hiro stumbled from the force and finally ended on the ground. He scrapped his knees a little with the fall. He turned around just in time to see the door closing and then there was a soft click.

Obviously it's going to be locked.

He got himself up and looked around. He was in a small room. There was an old bed that looked as if it hadn't been used for quite some time. But then there was nothing else in the room. There was only one door, which was locked. There were no windows so there wasn't any chance for him to escape, or even to hope or dream of a way out.

He had to think of how he could open the door but his options were limited. Strength was not on his side. And even though he had a great mind, he didn't have any kind of tools or equipment to use to build something to bust his way out.

He sighed and sat on the floor against the wall. It was better than to sit on that horrible bed. He stayed there, bored out of his mind but also worried. He couldn't tell how much time was passing.

He didn't know what was going to happen, for how long would he be in that place.

Did Tadashi know that he was kidnapped? Or did he even know that he was even alive?

He would never admit it out loud but he missed his brother. He always felt safe around him and also because he was his best friend ever. He could always rely on Tadashi on anything.

But now he was all alone.

Sadness filled his heart and he felt like crying. But he couldn't cry. Not in front of those people. He couldn't show them that he was weak or a coward. Or that he was scared.

He hugged his knees and waited. Waited for anything to happen. He really didn't know what could happen. After some time, his eyes felt heavy and started to drop. He realized that he hadn't slept at all since he woke up on the car.

He heard movement from the other side of the door and turned his head towards it. Fear evident on his eyes. He stood up and chose to stand far from the door. His heart pounded hard against his chest. He didn't know what was coming through that door, but he knew it wasn't good. He gulped.

Then the door swung open.

A different man came inside. He looked older that the ones he encountered before. He had dark black hair with some gray hair, hazel eyes. His eyes looked tired and he had a long face with a few wrinkles. He seemed to be around his forties.

He looked directly at Hiro and smiled. It wasn't a friendly smile. Hiro wanted to back up, to go as far as he could from him but he stayed put, not wanting to show that he was actually afraid.

The guy started talking.

"Okay, let's go to the point now. I want you Hiro to -"

"How do you know my name?" Hiro asked concerned.

"We have been keeping our eyes on you for quite some time. You have a great mind, you know that?" He laughed.

"Anyways, I am very interested in one particular project of yours."

Hiro frowned. His mind going through all the blueprints and designs and ideas that he had thought of throughout his life. He had made more designs and projects that he could count. He couldn't tell which specific project this guy wanted.

"I'm interested in Project Fusion".

Hiro looked up with wide eyes as his question was answered. He remember that project.

Not a good project.

"I want you to build it" The guy finally concluded.

Hiro didn't respond. He obviously didn't want to do it, but what other choice did he had? But he also couldn't risk if that project fell on their hands. If they saw how he made it, they could sure make more and more without his help. He remembered making a few sketches and comments on the project but never got to finish the actual blueprint. That meant that they didn't know how to build it.

So they needed him. But what happened after he was done? Hiro thought of the possibilities. The first one that came to mind was that he was going to be disposed off. Why else would he be kept alive? He had seen all of their faces as well. He could go to the police and have their faces described and sketched. So leaving that place alive didn't seem much off an option. His heart fell at his line of thought but he knew it was the most probable scenario.

He sighed and made his decision. One way or another, he was not going to make it out.

"No"

The guy was surprised. Even though he didn't show it that much, it was clearly evident in his eyes. He laughed at no one in particular and looked down while shaking his head. Hiro had expected maybe something else, some sort of punishment or anything.

"Look kid. The only difference is you either do it willingly or we make you do it." His tone got deeper towards the end of the sentence.

Hiro gulped. He couldn't risk that machine to fall into the wrong hands. Well rather be used by the wrong hands.

"I'm getting impatient here." He looked straight into Hiro's eyes. "What's your answer?"

Hiro looked at him in the eye and took a deep breath.

"No" He said firmly.

They guy was taken aback.

"What did you said?"

"I said no. I am not going to build that project for you."

The guy looked angry, but most of all, disappointed.

"Well, that's a shame. I really thought that you would cooperate." The guy stood up and walked out the door.

Hiro watched him leave and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Relief flooded his mind; but it was short lived.

As the guy was walking out, he signaled another man with his head towards Hiro's direction. This other man, who wasn't as tall as the first guy but was more muscled, stepped inside the room where Hiro was been kept. As we walked, he cracked his knuckles.

Hiro looked at the man in fear and backed away as far as he could until his back reached the wall behind him with no way out.

This is so not good.

*evil laugh*

So yeahh xD Now we are entering the angsty zone :p

What do you expect of the next chapter though? I'd love to hear you out!

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