AN: Guess who's back a day later with another story?

Me.

Anyways, I've been playing around with the idea of this story for forever now, and since I've been itching to write something awfully dark, I have conjured up another fanfic for ya'll.

Now, I apologize if I'm moving things a bit fast in this first chapter. I know I shouldn't do things quick, especially in the first chapter, but I just wanted to get this up and out there. As for the info, this story takes place in normal time. The fire never happened and Hiro did join the University. In the beginning, I might've rambled on a bit with the brothers before the good stuff, so lol, whoops, my bad.

As for the warnings, there will be violence, crude language, sexual themes, pedophilia, extremely protective Tadashi...

All the fun things.

So, there you go and I really really hope you enjoy this story!

"Oi! Hands off!"

Hiro swatted at the bigger hand that had delved into his bowl of popcorn, twisting his body so he could glare at the perpetrator. Tadashi laughed and retracted his hand, propping himself up on his elbows once more and clutching the game controller tightly as he munched on the stolen kernels.

"Aw, come on! You can't share with your big brother?" Hiro scowled from where he sat in front of the bed, picking his own controller back up and pressing the pause button on their game so the other couldn't beat him while he was distracted.

"Excuse me, but you had your own freaking bowl."

"Yeah, but it's empty." Hiro rolled his eyes.

"Then go get another one."

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't feel like getting up."

"So that gives you permission to steal my food?!"

"Pretty much."

"Unbelievable."

Tadashi shifted on his elbows, reaching forward and nudging Hiro's shoulder. "Aw, come on. Don't be a baby. Just share the bowl and I won't bother you for food anymore."

"No."

"Yes."

"Tadashi."

"Hiro."

The younger huffed and rested back against the frame of the bed, turning and licking Tadashi's cheek with a shit-eating grin. As he expected, the older recoiled with disgust, glaring down at the other as he wiped his face with his sleeve. "Agh-! God-! Hiro!" The younger laughed, popping a few more pieces of popcorn into his mouth and munching happily.

"You asked for it. Maybe next time you'll think twice about stealing my food." Tadashi pouted.

"You're so mean."

"It's not called being mean," Hiro began, cradling his popcorn bowl close. "It's called being protective."

"It's called being selfish."

"Says the one who refused to let me have a single drop of pop at the lab last week."

"Alright, that's it!" Without warning, Tadashi set his controller aside and slid off of the bed, wrapping his arms around Hiro and pulling him into his lap and into a tight headlock.

"OW-! TADASHI-!" Tadashi grinned, holding Hiro around the neck with one arm while he used his free hand to give Hiro a hard noogie.

"Say Uncle!"

"NO-"

"SAY IT."

"GET OFF!"

A cigarette fell to the concrete ground.

A heavy combat boot smashed the life out of it not long after.

"Bunch of idiots, if you ask me…" the taller male said with a grunt, shoving his hands into his coat pockets and glaring up at the window of the Hamada household, watching as the brother wrestled about. "Guess that'll make it all the more fun when we kill 'em."

"But Alex," began the shorter, flashing a sick grin, "we need to have fun with them first. We can't just barge in there and shoot 'em dead. Besides, the neighbors would hear. That wouldn't be good." The other simply sighed heavily, not bothering to hide his annoyance.

"Why the hell are we even wasting our time with them, Wesley? They're nothing special."

"On the contrary, my friend, we are standing across the street from the Hamadas; the genius brothers who are changing life at the Tech University as we speak. Christ, the smaller one is only 14 and he's already in college." The taller rolled his eyes.

"I fail to see how that affects anything."

"Don't you see, Alex? Their genius minds are what's going to make this game fun for us! We haven't had a challenge like this in ages, and I don't know about you, but I'm practically brimming with excitement." Alex sighed, pulling his hoodie down more over his thin build. He thumbed the knife sitting in his pocket while he contemplated the other's words. "...I guess they're not too bad looking, either, so that'll be good for later." Wesley patted his companion's back.

"That's the spirit, Al! Now, come on. Let's put a halt to their little party."

After exchanging dark smirks, the pair crossed the still intersection and towards the household in long, slow strides.

"Shh- wait, wait, wait-"

Tadashi held up a hand in Hiro's direction, signaling for him to freeze in his spot as he quickly paused the game and set aside his controller. They had eventually stopped wrestling and returned to the console, figuring out soon enough that popcorn was just nothing special in fighting over.

Hiro frowned a bit at his brother's uneasiness. He set his pop and controller down and watched as the other sat up on the bed and leaned towards the direction of the stairs, obviously straining to hear something.

After a few seconds of silence, Hiro chuckled awkwardly to break through the tension that hung thickly in the air. "Tadashi, you're being weird again-"

"Shhh!" Hiro jumped slightly at Tadashi's harsh stressing and shrunk back, slightly ashamed and even a bit nervous as he eyed the other's tense body and narrowed eyes.

The older boy rarely acted like this, and when he did, bad events usually ensued his behavior. It was like his brother just knew when things would go wrong.

Tadashi glaring at their closet? Dangerous rat.

Tadashi glaring behind Hiro? Persistent bully.

Tadashi glaring at Hiro? Gigantic fight that caused them to not speak for two weeks.

But Tadashi wasn't glaring this time. No, he was frowning; quite deeply, too. His brother was thoroughly disturbed about something and that scared Hiro more than anything.

And he didn't have to wait long to find out what had Tadashi so worried, either, because a few seconds later, the sound of a table scraping noisily and quickly against the floor echoed loudly around the house.

Hiro paled a tiny bit in response to this as Tadashi carefully rose to his feet.

"There it is again…" he muttered. Licking his lips, the older Hamada glanced briefly back at his brother. "Hiro. Stay put," he instructed sternly before turning back towards the stairs. The younger shook his head, standing and taking a step towards the other.

"Tadashi, i-it's probably just Mochi-"

"He can't move a table, Hiro-"

"Tadashi-"

"Just stay there. I'll be right back."

"Tadashi-!"

"I mean it." Hiro froze in his tracks at the glare his hero was giving him. Tadashi's expression then softened at the scared look Hiro was sporting. "Please, Hiro... I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

"But Tadashi-"

"Stay." Hiro wilted at the firm tone that laced Tadashi's voice. He then knew he had no choice but to step back and sit idly yet reluctantly back on the floor. Content, Tadashi turned and grabbed a wrench off of their nearby workbench. The elder then turned back around and stealthily crept down the stairs and out of sight.

Hiro shifted awkwardly on the bed, his brown eyes never leaving the stairs on the other side of the room.

After a few more minutes of nothing, Hiro's worry grew tenfold. "Tadashi..." he hissed, standing once again and walking cautiously towards the stairs, as if something would jump out and grab him if he got too close. "Tadashi,please come back up...!"

Silence immediately met his small pleas.

Hiro licked his lips and placed his foot on the first step, peering down into the dark abyss. Goosebumps rattled his skin as a feeling of dread and uneasiness ghosted over him.

Something was terribly wrong.

"Tadashi, I-if you're just doing this to scare me, I-it's not funny!" he hissed. The rational part of his brain had shut down due to fear and all he could think about was Tadashi lying dead in a pool of blood somewhere.

He hated to think about that idea more than anything.

Blinking back into reality, Hiro took another step down, the shadows lapping at his feet, beckoning him further into the darkness. His pupils grew in an attempt to see through the blackness and when he finally reached the end of the stairs, he paused.

The kitchen was empty, as far as he could see, and so was the dining area and the living room.

Hiro's head turned towards the other set of stairs that led further down into the house; further down into the shadows.

"Tadashi...?"

Hiro looked to the side and eyed the shape of the knife holder that sat not far from him on the kitchen counter. "Carrying one wouldn't hurt..." he thought aloud. Hurrying over, the young boy pulled a large kitchen knife from the slot and gripped the handle tightly. He then turned and crept out of the kitchen area and towards the other set of stairs.

But before he could begin to descend down them, two hands shot out of the darkness and clamped down on his mouth and the wrist holding the knife.

Hot breath blew into his ear, causing a shiver to run down his spine.

"Gotcha."

Tadashi crept back upstairs from the basement. "Nothing," he muttered, glancing with a confused expression at the wrench that still sat heavy in his hand. "No one's here..." Sighing, the older Hamada ran a hand through his hair and walked all the way up to his and Hiro's room. "Well, Hiro," he began as he finished climbing the stairs, "I guess you were right. It probably was just Mochi-" He then looked up and froze upon seeing that his brother was missing.

"Hiro?!" he called, his brown eyes widening with increasing worry. "Hiro!" He hurried further into the room to make sure Hiro wasn't just in an awkward spot. "Shit..." He spun around on his heels and made a beeline for the stairs. Hurrying down two steps at a time, Tadashi jumped onto the floor of the lower level and began hurriedly searching every nook and cranny of the household.

"Hiro!" Tadashi looked under tables, in the bathroom, back upstairs and under their beds, in their closet, in the kitchen cupboards, and even under the nearby couches.

Logically, he knew that Hiro probably wouldn't fit in half of those places. But he wasn't thinking clearly at that moment.

He just had to find him.

"HIRO!" he yelled, full-blown panicking. His little brother was missing; gone, without a trace.

"Police," Tadashi murmured, thinking from fear and not from logic. "The police can help." He spun around on his heel and began to hurry towards the phone that sat on the living room wall.

He didn't make it two steps before a sly, unfamiliar voice froze him in his tracks.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you. You see, that would result in something horrible happening to you and your brother, and we wouldn't want that, now would we?"

AN2: Again, hope you enjoyed this and the next chapter will be up sometime next week!