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9:00pm was when Baymax activated for his nightly reminder of medication. Tadashi declined, having no interest to be forced to sleep tonight. As programmed, Baymax went over the list of side effects of not taking the proper medicines could have on the body, mental health and sleep patterns. [#424ef4 “Yes, I’m fully aware of what I’m doing.”] He felt that his brain was working like a machine and he didn’t want to slow this flow. The robot deactivated after some time of being ignored, Tadashi’s work turning into cleaner and more efficient blueprints.

The door opened again, this time Hiro walking in. Tadashi froze for just a moment, waiting till his brother passed his section of the room and climbed into bed. He wanted so bad for everything to go back to normal. With a deep breath, he plugged in his headphones and continued to collaborate.

One schematic turned into two, then three, four... Tadashi’s strong suit was robotic coding and GoGo’s mechanic refinement. He got it to function, she got it to function better. At 3:32am, she messaged him: [i Your genius is showing] and sent him the final draft. He had never created something so quickly in his life. Sure, this product was going to take weeks of alterations but it was functionable enough to start to create.

GoGo328: [i I’ll start the 3D printing process. Get some sleep.]
RoboNerd2: [i Text me when it’s finished.]

The eldest Hamada turned off the tablet, immediately draped in darkness. He looked out the still open window, out onto the streetside. Just over the edge of the buildings across the street, he could see the starry night lingering out of reach. Almost there...

-.-.-.-

[i “Tadashi, no!”]

He was inside again. Everything was hot and uncomfortable. Tadashi had his eyes shut and he pushed himself closer to the wall, knowing that he was not going to escape this time. He could feel the heat creeping closer, thinking about the words Hiro had said. [i “Even if it may be unpleasant for us, I want you to tell me- I’m not going to give up on you, either.”]

Tadashi opened his eyes, staring at the side of the pale divider. He pursed his lips, letting the anxiety flow through and holding onto the crumpled sheets till he was grounded back to reality which seemed like forever. The room was barely visible in the dim light, the world outside in a gloomy overcast. It even made the room chillier but he didn’t feel like moving to close the window.

Everything hurt today from his fingertips to his feet. The skin felt raw and the sweat made him clammy. He must have looked like a total mess curled up on that stupid bed. A rare thought, but he wished he and Hiro didn’t share the same room. There was a movement from the other side, Tadashi looking up to stare at the divider almost longingly. He wanted to apologize again but couldn’t make up the courage to do anything more then lay there. Was Hiro’s promise even still there?
  Tadashi Hamada / KyoyaPleasant / 37d 4h 3m 59s
[h3 +]
Before he knew it the garage was cleaned and Hiro was left alone with his thoughts again...and all he could think about was Tadashi. Slowly his hoodie was pulled tighter around him, the small form sinking back further into the chair, and let his eyes stop on one of the robot schematics hanging on the wall. He remembered working on this with his brother, the first bot he ever made, and found himself dwelling on that experience. Tadashi had patiently walked him through it and observed as Hiro tried to do things on his own. He was kind in his manners as he explained the basics to him, helping him fix his mistakes. It had taken weeks but Hiro's first bot had successfully moved, the feeling of pride pushing him to pursue this subject further.

Tadashi was the reason he was as skilled as he was now.

He finally pulled his eyes away from it, sitting up a bit to reach over and pull over one of his discarded bots. He hadn't been able to get the controls right on it and perhaps now was as good a time as any to try to fix it. It weren't as if he had anything else to do.

Hiro had lost track of time again while working on his project, letting out a quiet sigh when he had finally finished. A glance to the clock on the wall confirmed that he had been out there for quite some time, the hands on the flat surface displaying 10pm. He had been procrastinating going back into his room just as he first did when his brother had his accident, not yet ready to face it. Part of him expected his brother to be silent and not acknowledge his presence which he would rightfully deserve. He had been stupid and said something he fully regretted, not to mention the injured shoulder that caused this half of the mess in the first place. If Tadashi didn't ignore him then he may be angry which Hiro felt he deserved as well. Either way he was in for a painful experience and he may as well get it over with.

Maybe it wasn't too late to sleep on the couch.

Hiro pushed himself up and headed into the apartment, quietly making his way up the stairs and into the shared room. Tadashi seemed to be busy, his tablet lit brightly in the dark room, and the smaller Hamada chose not to disturb him or engage. He made his way over to his dresser, changing into his pajamas. Sleeping wasn't something he wanted to do but knew he was about to crash sooner or later, especially since he had been out all night previously. Another glance at his brother's side of the room was stolen before he went over his bed and slowly pulled the blankets back.
  Hiro Hamada / SolemnYuki / 37d 14h 52m 21s
Hours. It had been hours.

The room had steadily become darker and a few degrees colder. Tadashi found himself on the floor beside the bed, curling up as tight as he could without the pain becoming unbearable. His eyes were dry, his mood felt dark. Hiro wasn’t coming back. Not after what he said. Why would his brother need him anymore? He would let him down.

The same toxic thoughts seemed to swirl around his head, making him tired and numb. He was grateful that his bottled emotions finally spilled out to empty but he didn’t like being alone. Not anymore.

Red rimmed eyes looked over to the bedside table where the tablet lay. With the strength left, he pulled himself up, painfully slowly, and turned on the device. Tadashi ran his fingers through his dirty hair as he opened up a new schematic document and instantly got to work. He wouldn’t say he was feeling [i inspired]... more like hatefully determined. He didn’t want to live like this. He didn’t want to wake up one day and want all this life to end. He wanted Hiro and Aunt Cass to depend on him like they used to. He wanted to feel like his old self.

The next time he glanced at the clock, it was nearly eight-thirty and there was a knock on the door. Tadashi didn’t look up as Aunt Cass peaked in, asking gently if he was hungry. While he knew in the back of his mind that she was just trying to be helpful, he found it unnecessarily annoying. [#424ef4 “I’m not,”] he replied simply and she didn’t push it.

There had been once or twice that he and Cass had gotten into a fight. They were few and far between but when it happened, unfortunately, Tadashi’s case was always stronger. Downfall of having a big brain.

She closed the door, leaving him in the dark again to continue his work on the prototype helper legs he was drawing up. He messaged GoGo with some ideas and gladly she helpful and encouraging. Not that he would have cared either way. Once he had sent the first test to GoGo, he waited for her notes by occupying his time with Professor Callaghan’s murder. That kabuki mask villain must have been there or been part of the school. A student? A teacher?

At least this was all keeping him from thinking about Hiro... And the crappy big brother he had suddenly became. [i What would Mom and Dad have done?]
  Tadashi Hamada / KyoyaPleasant / 37d 15h 27m 46s
[h3 +]
Time had been lost since Hiro made himself comfortable at the top of the stairs, not aware if mere minutes or hours had passed. Was it even important right now? He felt as if he had truly lost his brother, like if he were to turn around and re enter the room that it would be empty...just like it was when Tadashi was gone. It felt as if this was finally the rift in their relationship, the wedge that would shove them onto two separate paths. It hurt Hiro to think that way and made him incredibly uncomfortable but he couldn't shove the thought out of his head.

What was he supposed to do now?

His first reaction was to run to Tadashi to talk about it, that thought causing more tears to well in the deep chocolate eyes. Those days were probably over, too, as it seemed the older Hamada was trying to distance himself from him. Or at least that's how it felt. Hiro didn't have another plan of action which left him sitting at the top of the staircase for a little while longer; when he finally had no more tears to shed he wiped his face dry on his hoodie sleeve and slowly pushed himself to stand up.

Hiro's footsteps were quiet as he made his way downstairs and through the cafe, ignoring his aunt's inquiry of dinner suggestions. The last thing he felt like doing was eating, his stomach was still messed up from his depressive episodes and now he had this to add to it. He continued through the crowded room to the garage door, opening and closing it quietly once he was through. This room hurt a bit to look at as well since he and Tadashi had done a lot of the microbot work here, but it wasn't as painful as being upstairs. His small frame dropped into the computer chair, deep and sad eyes looking over the schematics that were still spread out on the work surface. Quietly he began to clean it up and organize, choosing to stay out there well past dark.

It was better this way.
  Hiro Hamada / SolemnYuki / 37d 15h 58m 43s
It felt like his heart had fallen into his stomach. The heaviness in his chest returned and this time, more intense then he was prepared for. Hiro left with the words that made him cringe. That his brother had to resort to illegal activity for the false bravery he displayed on that night to pay for the medical bills that almost put their family into permanent debt.

The door closed behind Hiro and Tadashi felt himself crumple up. The room feeling bigger, empty, threatening. [i Breathe.] He let himself lean forward and the tears spilled over... onto his bandages, onto his lap, onto his rotten skin.

[i Idiot. Idiot. How could you let it get like this? This is all your fault. Why did you run? Why didn’t you think? Why are you even still here causing so much trouble?]
[i Breathe. It’s okay.]
[i It’s NOT okay. Nothing is ever going to be okay. Not when you’re like this. Why don’t you just stop? Why even breathe? Why?]

His muscles started to ache, tightening tighter with every second he was hunched over. Tadashi stared through the moisture in his eyes at the wooden floor, waiting for the shaking to stop. Waiting for the thoughts to stop. Waiting for his body to stop reacting to the idea of being on [i fire].

But it was hot. It always felt too damn hot. The sweat rolled down his neck and his hair started to stick. He needed to cool down. He needed to feel safe.

This thought gave Tadashi a sort of energy boost, making his arms move to lift him off the bed and turn towards the window. There wasn’t much space between him and fresh air and he thought if he could get all this shit off his bed, off the window sill... He won’t be stuck in this burning building anymore.

Tadashi’s head pounded and for moments he was dizzy but his sweaty fingers managed to knock everything out of his path so that he could get to the latches of the window. He pulled but it was stuck from years of dust and grime. He felt himself rise into a steady panic. He pulled harder until the damn thing finally released, opening up the room to worldly sounds and sunlight. He took in deep breaths, pushing his head out and feeling the small breeze touch his face. One hand steadied him on the window frame as he looked down, seeing the sidewalk and street a floor down. [i It’s okay. It’s okay. The world isn’t on fire...]

He pulled back just enough to curl up beside the window and cry.
  Tadashi Hamada / KyoyaPleasant / 38d 12h 41m 21s
[h3 +]
It was a relief to know he didn't actually break anything, saving himself a massive bill of having to get casted and then physical therapy afterwards. He could take it easy, at least that's what he kept telling himself. He could be careful and make sure he didn't over do things which would allow his shoulder ample time to heal. Hiro carefully pulled his shirt back on to stop the cool air from hitting his chest, being sure not to jostle his shoulder too much, and lightly folded his arms over his chest.

Tadashi's next words were more painful than his shoulder.

Hiro didn't want to admit it but he knew Tadashi's days of chasing after his brother to save him from his stupid decisions were over the moment he saw him in that hospital bed. Deep down he knew he would never see him outside of another fight, waiting to take him home and tell him how much of an idiot he was during the ride. There would be no more rough housing or goofing off like they used to. Hiro was aware of all of these things but hearing Tadashi admit it was more painful than anything he had ever experienced. It almost felt like he was losing his brother all over again.

The smaller Hamada averted his gaze as his arms tightened over his chest, the soft skin turning white in places where his fingers dug into it. The back of his eyes burned as tears threatened to form, Hiro forcing them back as much as he could. Did this mean that Tadashi had finally thrown in the towel, that he was giving up? Or was this his painful way of telling his kid brother that he needed to finally grow up? Whatever it was, it hurt like hell.

[+red "...Fine..."] The word came out softer than he would have liked as his voice began to crack, Hiro refusing to allow his emotions to start pouring out of him. Not right now. If this was Tadashi trying to tell him to grow up then he refused to start crying. Not here. Hiro turned and headed back to his desk, picking up his hoodie and slowly pulling it on. He needed to be alone right now and his brother probably did, too. He also grabbed a small mass of papers from the corner of his desk, folding them up more as he shoved them into his pocket.

[+red "I made enough money last night to pay off most of the hospital bill, sent the check in this morning"] he told him quietly as he made his way to the door. He still couldn't look at him, mostly because his surroundings were becoming blurry. A small hand opened the door before his matching frame disappeared behind it and it closed again. The hall was quiet, a good place to finally let his tears fall. Hiro sat at the top of the stairs, leaning against the wall as he finally let them go and allowed his eyes to close.
  Hiro Hamada / SolemnYuki / 38d 14h 49m 3s
Focusing seemed more like a fight then it should have been. Tadashi watched as Hiro exposed the ugly bruise that reached across his shoulder and up to the neck. He tilted his head, studying the patterns and swelling. [i The clavicle most definitely.] He lifted the left arm slowly, testing the pain receptors and the way the shoulder reacted to the movement. [i Not broken, but possibly a fracture.] He lifted his cold fingers to trace along the edge of the bone, noting the effect it had on its host. [i Any more force and the person who did this would have snapped it. That’s what you get for being a hero, Tadashi. That’s what you-]

[#424ef4 “It’s not broken,”] he muttered, pulling his hands away. [#424ef4 “But you really shouldn’t over do it. You know, for example, like you did by running away from killer microbots while wheeling your crippled brother to safety.”]

Tadashi had to find a way to make things better. Sitting here and letting his brother wheel him around was not going to cut it. [i Now there’s the bot fighting.]

[#424ef4 “Look Hiro,”] he sighed, rubbing his temples as a headache arose once more. [#424ef4 “I can’t protect you anymore.”] He felt sick just saying it. Like he was admitting that he was letting Hiro down and that he would continue to do so. [#424ef4 “I can’t stop you from going. I can’t follow you to make sure you’re safe and one day you’ll need to see a real doctor.”]

Tadashi could feel the tears starting to surface but tried his damn hardest to blink them away. This was no time to be crying. He could do that when he was alone. [#424ef4 “I just want you to know that you are solely responsible for your decisions. My last try of getting you out of that habit died when that auditorium was destroyed.”]

[i Breathe. Don’t go back there. Don’t go back there. Stay in the room. Stay in the room. It's okay.]
  Tadashi Hamada / KyoyaPleasant / 38d 15h 33m 39s
[h3 +]
The longer Tadashi remained still, the more nervous Hiro became. Was this it? Was this the day that his brother finally lost his marbles or did Hiro's actions finally break him? It wasn't his goal to make Tadashi's life harder nor did he want to see him so frustrated like this, he was only trying to make his own life more interesting and give himself something to focus on. Unfortunately this time it came at a price: his brother's sanity and his own shoulder.

It felt like ages before Tadashi straightened up a bit and motioned for Hiro to come over to him. Slowly Hiro complied, pushing himself to his feet and quietly heading over to stand beside his brother. He could see how thrilled Tadashi was by this idea, those deep brown eyes holding a plethora of negative emotions. He could see the disappointment the most, the one that hit Hiro the hardest. There was no worse feeling than disappointing someone, especially when they were the person you loved the most. It made him want to hug Tadashi, to try to fix it, but he knew better.

There wasn't a lot that could be fixed these days.

Carefully Hiro removed his shirt, his hoodie already discarded at his desk chair, and lightly dropped it on the edge of Tadashi's bed. The cold air against his warm skin caused a faint shiver, Hiro rubbing his arms briefly in response. The bruising was heaviest on the top of his shoulder and became lighter as it made its way to his neck. The area with the heaviest bruise was a bit swollen and clear that it was bothering the smaller Hamada even if it hid it well. It was difficult for him to lift his arm more than a few inches; all the signs of a fractured clavicle were present. Luckily it wasn't too bad of a fracture and would heal as long as he didn't over do it.

The most painful part? Knowing how upset Tadashi was with him.
  Hiro Hamada / SolemnYuki / 40d 16h 39m 33s
[i Breathe. Don’t stress. You don’t want to get another fever because you can’t handle your stupid emotions. Act like a responsible adult.]

Tadashi didn’t move as he listened, not wanting to pull his eyes out of the darkness of his cool hands. It oddly seemed to help control the thought process of registering the new information he had to deal with. What was he going to do? Let Hiro get away with? Let him destroy his life and maybe one day he’ll never come back?

He felt his heartbeat quicken, hoping that Hiro couldn’t hear it from across the room. [i Don’t think about that. Stay in the moment.]

The elder Hamada pulled his head out of his hands and slowly looked over at Hiro on the bed. His brother wanted him to keep the secret as he always had. He didn’t know what to say that didn’t sound absolutely ugly. Hiro was still a kid with a genius mind. Oh how he wished he was older so he could be straight and real. So he could tell him how stupid the whole thing was. How he tried to get Hiro out of that life and if it weren’t for that stupid fire, [i none of this would be happening!]

He tightened his jaw and took in a deep breath, really wishing he was alone to exert all these excess frustrations- sadness- whatever it was he was feeling. Without much more being said, Tadashi gestured Hiro to come closer and stand in front of him so he could look at the injury. [i Rather shove your head in a blender then see another doctors bill... Did I..?]

[#424ef4 “Take off your hoodie and shirt, Hiro,”] he muttered.
  Tadashi Hamada / KyoyaPleasant / 41d 13h 13m 3s
[h3 +]
Movement from the corner of his eye caused Hiro's gaze to shift, watching as Tadashi buried his face into his hands. It was a better outcome than what he was anticipating but he could still hear how unhappy his brother was, and he had a right to be so. Ever since the smaller Hamada had stumbled across it on the internet, Tadashi had fought tooth and nail to keep him away from it with no avail. At first it was just a nice rush for him, almost like a drug, but then he realized how easy it was and how much money he could make. All it took was the right bot.

Once he perfected his fighter, every match came so easy to him and people stopped going up against him. Why would they? His opponents were aware they'd lose a lot of cash with a crushing defeat. It was at that point Hiro decided to try more deceptive tactics and start branching out into fight clubs that he hadn't been to before. Once the defeated realized they had been swindled by a fourteen year old, they became pretty pissed and quite aggressive. Unfortunately that was what had Hiro in the position he was in.

[+red "It's, uh, going I guess,"] Hiro answered softly. His hand still absently rubbed at the large bruise, pausing a moment as he hit a particularly sore spot. He remained pretty quiet about it although the discomfort registered on his face briefly. [+red "Gives me something productive to do when I can't sleep."]

He paused a moment, letting his hand fall into his lap and to adjust his weight on the bed. Hiro wanted to go over to Tadashi, just like old times, and sit on his bed while the older Hamada told him how much of an idiot he was and how he could be doing so much better than he was now. He couldn't help but wonder if they would ever go back to that or if this was how the rest of their lives would be.

He hoped not, he still loved Tadashi with ever fiber of his being.

[+red "I was leaving the fight last night and some guy caught me and shoved me in a wall, my shoulder connected first,"] he admitted, keeping his voice low. [+red "It hurts a bit and the bruising has me concerned. I'd tell Aunt Cass but I don't want her to have an aneurysm over this and I'd rather shove my head in a blender before I add another doctor bill to this mess. Can you....just make sure it's not broken?"]
  Hiro Hamada / SolemnYuki / 41d 13h 34m 14s
Hiro took a long minute to respond, giving Tadashi the signs that he was choosing his words carefully in order to soften the tone of the upcoming conversation. This time he was more receptive to his brother’s actions and movements, his fingers going back to the bruise on the shoulder he pointed out earlier.

The silence was weighing on him, making him a little more agitated even though he was physically remaining calm. Why was he getting so restless? Where did his patience for Hiro go all of a sudden? He should be kind, especially after all they had just been through.

Then Hiro spoke, confirming an idea he had lingering in the back of his mind. At first he was upset, then saddened, then upset again. It was a strange occurrence of mental state that he hadn’t felt as extreme since he was lying in the hospital bed for the first week after the accident. A lot of bipolar tendencies that everyone said was so normal after trauma.

But here he was, biting back a bit of frustration. Tadashi had tried so hard to keep Hiro from bot fighting for years and yet Hiro kept doing it. Was he doing it again because of what happened? Was he doing it to have an excuse to not be in the same room as Tadashi?

The eldest Hamada leaned forward onto his elbows and buried his face into his hands, the cool touch helping his building temper. [#424ef4 “Bot fighting again, huh?”] he tried to say without all the oozing sarcasm. [#424ef4 “How’s that going? Did you hurt yourself?”]

[i Breathe. Breathe.]
  Tadashi Hamada / KyoyaPleasant / 41d 15h 17m 55s
[h3 +]
Even though Hiro hoped his brother wouldn't get too angry and yell, he knew the reality. Tadashi wasn't good at holding in emotions, he preferred to get them out and not allow them to fester. When he blew up on the smaller Hamada, he knew it was just out of a place of concern for his younger brother but it didn't upset him any less. With this kind of news he knew it would come even though his brother assured him it wouldn't; that was the way Tadashi was and Hiro wouldn't change him for anything in the world.

It just made him consider his next moves carefully.

The chocolate gaze remained averted, Hiro choosing to watch the floorboards instead of his brother as it made it a little easier to speak. His hand was absently rubbing at his sore shoulder, the dark colors able to be seen peeking out from his shirt collar again. He was about to go over and sit on Tadashi's bed to explain some things to him but thought better of it, it was best to stay out of throwing range until he was certain of his brother's actions. He knew he would never hurt him but it was best not to take the chance. Besides, he didn't know how his medication would affect his brain.

[+red "I...uh..."] He paused, letting out a long sigh afterwards, and worked out his sentences carefully in his head before continuing. He had heard the lecture about bot fighting at least twice from Tadashi and Hiro was fully aware of how wrong it was, but it was helpful in its own way. It was something [i he] could control. Hiro knew he was going to win every fight he went into simply because his technology was superior and he had power over how the fight went. It was the exact opposite of his home for the time being. He had no control over Tadashi's injuries and wasn't sure even how to help him. He felt so powerless and useless that he needed to gain back control over something in his life. Unfortunately it was illegal.

[+red "....I started fighting again..."] he finally answered, his voice a bit on the quiet side. He still refused to look at his brother, keeping his eyes fixed on the floor. [+red "...and I went last night..."]
  Hiro Hamada / SolemnYuki / 48d 13h 20m 39s
The older Hamada stayed silent for the rest of the way home. Not bringing ideas up to Hiro kept him from being impatient but the brain never shuts off. He gripped the wheelchair handles tighter until his knuckles were white. He had to play it cool until he was alone. Enough worry was already settled in the house, another issue with him was unneeded despite their promise.

Aunt Cass was too preoccupied with the cafe when they entered that she didn’t recognise their rattled appearances. That was perfectly okay with Tadashi. He wasn’t in the mood for one of her lectures.

Baymax was waiting at the foot of the stairs where he left him, slowly making its way to help Tadashi out of the chair and, boy, the moment he stood up, he completely felt all the aches where the tension had tightened in his muscles. [i Don’t cramp up. Ride it out.] With plenty of ‘mind over matter’ practice, eventually they made it safely back to the shared bedroom and onto the comfortable bed. He moaned with relief, laying back. [b “Can I get you anything else, Tadashi?”]

[#424ef4 “Nope. Thank you Baymax,”] he sighed, [#424ef4 “I am satisfied with my care.”]

Shortly after deactivation followed a pocket of silence. He rolled his head to the side to see Hiro sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed. He pulled himself into an upright position when his brother spoke, already fueling an annoyance in his chest. [i Promise not to yell? Like I have any of that energy...] He had an idea what it was already about. The odd behavior from earlier might be getting an explanation.

Tadashi had remind himself to be gentle again. There was a roller-coaster of emotions he wanted to feel and frankly bottling them in wasn’t one of Tadashi’s strong points. [#424ef4 “I promise not to yell,”] he assured. [#424ef4 “What’s up?”]
  Tadashi Hamada / KyoyaPleasant / 48d 23h 21m 19s
[h3 +]
This whole situation sucked.

Hiro listened quietly to his brother's words, quietly pushing him back to the apartment. Tadashi was right, the technology the two of them had created was an amazing thing and something that could revolutionize the tech industry forever. The little robots could be used for anything one could imagine and that was something that frightened him: if it fell into the wrong hands there was no telling what the future would bring....or even if there would be one.

The smaller Hamada helped Tadashi navigate into the cafe, holding open the heavy door for him and making sure it was shut behind them. Aunt Cass seemed to be pretty busy on filling an order, offering them only a cheery hello before focusing on her work again. That was a good thing as Hiro wasn't feeling particularly chatty right now, not after what he had just witnessed. Small hand shoved themselves into his hoodie pockets, watching Tadashi before glancing over at the staircase. It was his silent way of indicating he wanted to talk to his brother but not while all of these ears were around. Chocolate eyes watched as Baymax waddled over, ready to check and assist Tadashi in whatever he needed, before heading up the stairs.

Once inside the room, Hiro pulled his hands out of his pockets and removed his jacket to drape it in its usual home over the back of his desk chair. The schematics were still around, viewing them only fueled the dark thoughts that were unhealthy for teenager. What were they going to do now? Whoever it was had now seen their faces and would easily be able to track them down...especially in this tech-filled world. He hated to think that way but, if it was a sinister person who had taken hold of Hiro's powerful technology, then this could be the beginning of the end for them.

The dark haired male slowly rolled his bruised shoulder, a move he immediately regretted as a sharp pain shot across it and caused him to pause all movement. Eyebrows knitted together in discomfort for a moment before they relaxed, Hiro letting his arm fall to his side again. He hated to say it but he probably should have had his brother look at it. Tadashi was the safest option, if he brought it up to Cass she would want to know where it came from. After that would come an uncomfortable lecture, stress eating, and some form of passive aggressive retaliation. Tadashi had been trained in some of the medical sciences in order to build Baymax effectively and would at least know what he was looking at without the promise of a massive doctor bill. He'd also receive a lecture, like he would with his aunt, but that would most likely be it.

Hiro waited for Tadashi to enter the room and settle, Hiro sitting on the edge of his own bed by that point. He kept his eyes averted, not yet brave enough to face his brother. [+red "I...I need to talk to you..."] he started softly. [+red "But you have to promise not to yell."]
  Hiro Hamada / SolemnYuki / 54d 15h 2m 21s
Tadashi shook his head. [#424ef4 “No, not hurt.”] He was becoming a little sore though the longer he stayed put, biting his lip as he pushed it out of mind.

Eventually, Hiro started making their way back home, staying quiet for a couple minutes as the new information settled in their minds. Tadashi’s analytical thought process was going a little on the dark side, however. His brother’s work was supposed to be discontinued. Only Hiro had the schematics but, as Tadashi knew very well, it was easy to steal one’s work if you had the right tools. Especially something as small as the micobots. All someone would need was an example.

[#FF0000 “Why would someone want to produce my microbots like that?”]

Tadashi looked back at Hiro, the younger Hamada’s face strained with confusion and concern. Obviously the truth they stumbled upon was very scary and honestly something that happened more often then Hiro probably knew. He had to remind himself to be kind with his brother in a moment like this.

[#424ef4 “From what I could see Hiro,”] he started, [#424ef4 “Someone has stolen your idea. It was revolutionary tech, after all. Something that could advance our industry... but how they managed to create a product so close to yours is the mystery.”]

He was thinking about the fire again. How his theory of an arsonist began to make more sense. How maybe Callaghan was in the wrong place at the wrong time. His heartbeat began to quicken, feeling inspired to get home to conduct more research. He kind of hoped Hiro would come to his same dark conclusion. Tadashi felt strange saying it outloud... like he would sound obsessed.
  Tadashi Hamada / KyoyaPleasant / 61d 23h 8m 23s
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