Hello, everyone! I would like to state that this is my first Big Hero 6 fanfic, and I would love to get a ton of reviews. (Although I know that may not happen.) Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter and, I'm not sure yet, but I think I'm going to make this into a multi-chapter story so just in case I put this as chapter 1. If you would like me to continue, then I will; just leave your opinions in the reviews, or P.M. me. Well, anyways, hope you enjoy the chapter.

WARNING: Shelf harm, suicide, and things along that line are mentioned in this story.

Chapter 1

Finding Out

He sat silently and watched as the blood slithered down his arm from his elbow. The heat from his face, and the anger and stress that he felt, was fading away. He instantly felt better. As he recalls the days events, he takes the razor blade, presses it against his skin, and drags it across the face of his elbow. He keeps doing this until he counts to about 23 times that he dragged the razor across his skin. He, again, silently watches as the blood slides down his arm and drips onto the bed sheet. He'll have to change them again, but if he does it now his aunt will get suspicious. So, for now, he lets it dry and leaves it. He gets off his bed and puts his tool back in its little box, and puts his box into the bottom drawer of his desk.

He looks at the digital clock sitting on his nightstand and sighs. "It's almost 3:30. Tadashi will be home soon. Aunt Cass will be closing up soon too." The boy sighs again as he runs a hand through his black shaggy hair. He puts his favorite navy blue hoodie back on and shifts it to make himself comfortable.

"Hiro!" His aunt calls as she walks up into his room. "Will you help me close up the cafe to day?" She asks sweetly while batting her eyes. He rolls his eyes and nods, following her down stairs.

They had the cafe closed and cleaned in about 30 minutes. After he was done washing the counters and tables, he hung the rag over the faucet and looked at the clock hanging on the wall to his right. 4:05. 'Tadashi should be home any minute now.' Hiro thinks to himself.

Just as the thought had passed his mind, the little bell on the front door jingled followed by a bout of laughter. Five figures walked through the door and sat down at one of the many wooden tables in the cafe, even grabbing chairs from other tables to accommodate their numbers. Hiro tried to sneak up the stairs before the group could spot him.

"Hey Hiro," Hiro stopped abruptly on one of the first few steps and reluctantly turned around to address the owner to the male voice. "aren't you going to at least say 'hi' to your big brother?"

"Hi." He replied. He was about to go back up stairs until he was stopped again.

"What about your friends?"

Hiro lets out a frustrated grunt and says, "Hi." He turns around and gets up a few more steps before he's stopped once again.

"Come hang out with us for a little bit, little bro."

"Tadashi I-"

"What?" Tadashi asks innocently while smiling.

"I have a lot of work to do. I'm really busy and I need to get it all done by tomorrow. I'm top of the class and I want to keep it that way." Hiro said as he turned back around to head up the stairs again.

"Ah, come on. Just one hour. How's that? Think you can take one hour out of your busy schedule?" Tadashi asks. Hiro lest out an exasperated sigh and looks at the ceiling. He rolls his eyes. 'Why does he even want to hang out with me anyways? I'm sure they'd have a better time without me.' Hiro turns back around and heads towards their way, coming upon a decision. Tadashi and his friends smiled.

"Nice to see you again Hiro." Honey says as she gives a welcoming nod. Hiro grabs a chair from another table and sits down with them.

"Thanks for joining us." Wasabi said.

"Hey." Tomago said looking at her nails, uninterested.

"Hey! Nice to see you again little man!" Fred said as he gave Hiro a nookie.

"Hey." He replied fixing his hair.

"Hay is for horses, Hiro. You know that." Aunt Cass says as she enters the room.

"Hey aunt Cass!" Tadashi says with much enthusiasm.

"Hello, Tadashi. Nice of you to come home." She said sweetly while picking up the rest of the dishes and putting them in the sink to be washed.

"Why didn't you try and correct his grammar?" Hiro pouts, narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms.

"Because he's a grown man and he should know what he's doing wrong." Aunt Cass says as she finishes the last of her duties.

'Ya right. You just like him more.'

"Cheer up Hiro. When you become an adult, you can pretty much do whatever you want." Tadashi says as he puts one of his arms around Hiro's shoulders, bringing him closer to himself.

"Sure whatever." 'If I live that long.'

"Hey aunt Cass," Tadashi says as he moves on to a different conversation, "can we possibly get some food? I believe we're all hungry."

"Ya! Can we have some of those delicious home made cakes Tadashi always brags about?" Fred asks with lots of enthusiasm, almost like a dog.

"Oh sure. I'll be right back." Cass said as tried to hide her chuckle and walked into the cafe kitchen. Hiro got up from the table when she left and put his chair back at its original table.

"Hey wait, where are you going?" Tadashi asks his little brother with a confused look on his face.

"I'm going up to the room. I'm not feeling so well. I think I'll just go to sleep." Hiro replied.

"Oh...okay." Tadashi said as he watched his brother retreat up the stairs, worry laced in his voice. "Well be sure to get plenty of rest."

"I will. Who are you, my mother?" Hiro asked sarcastically as he continued up the stairs.

"Maybe." Tadashi replies as he smirks.

"Okay. Feel better Hiro!" Honey calls to him as he disappears from sight.

"Take it easy, man!" Wasabi calls after him.

When he got up the stairs, Hiro flopped down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Breathing in and out, he did nothing but stare blankly. The events of the day were coming back to him once again. Suddenly his skin was itching to be reopened. Hiro takes a deep breath and keeps staring at the ceiling, ignoring the slight tingling sensation on his wrist. As the sensation increased, Hiro found it harder to ignore it as well as the realization that his chest was getting heavier, making it harder for him to breath. He started taking deep breaths to calm himself down, but was failing. He turned his head to stare at the bottom drawer of his desk. Now he wished he had stayed down stairs with the others. Slowly, he sat up, slung his legs over the side of his bed, all the while not breaking eye contact with the drawer. He gets up and walks over to the desk. He opens the drawer and takes out his box, then brings it back to his bed. he sits down, slinging his left leg over the side of his bed, and takes out the razor. Then he stares at his arm, the itching getting more intense. Hiro hesitates, battling with himself.

'I shouldn't keep doing this. I've already done it too many times, today alone. What if someone finds out and thinks that I'm trying to kill myself? What if Aunt Cass found out...or even worse, what if Tadashi found out?'

Yet he couldn't bring himself to put the razor away, thinking about what those kids said. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get it all out of his head. From the time he woke up this morning, until now, he knew that it was going to be a bad day, just like it was everyday; he just didn't expect it to be this bad. Staring back and fourth between the razor and his skin, he slowly brings it down. Once it touches his skin, he hesitates again. Biting his lip, he finally drags the razor across his wrist; blood instantly flowing from the cut. He does it again and again until he counts up to about 14. He puts his razor back in its place and lays down on his bed, takes a deep breath, but he didn't even remember falling asleep.

"Hiro, time for dinner! I made your favorite! Come down and eat hun!" Aunt Cass calls for the third time. Sighing, and giving up, she says," Tadashi, can you go get your brother?"

"Sure, but I don't know if he'll be up for eating. He said he wasn't feeling well." He replies heading upstairs.

"Just ask him if he wants anything to eat." Aunt Cass replied.

"Tadashi walked up into their room and spotted Hiro asleep on the bed. He smiled and quietly made his way back down the stairs.

"So, is he hungry?" Aunt Cass asked.

"No, he's asleep. I don't think he'll be waking up anytime soon."

"Oh, poor thing. Do you think I should take him to the doctor?"

"No, I think we should just let him rest for now. Lets check on him in the morning." Tadashi says.

"Okay." Aunt Cass replies as she sets down plates on the table and serves out some food for herself and Tadashi.

After dinner, Tadashi helped Aunt Cass clean up the table, then headed upstairs to get ready for bed. He turned on the light and got dressed into his pajamas. As he was heading back down the stairs to use the bathroom, something caught his eye. Tadashi abruptly stops and turns to Hiro's bed. There, on the bottom left part of his bed, the white sheets were stained red; parts of it brown, from having dried for a few hours. He stares at the spot for a minute, thinking to himself.

'He can't possibly be doing something like that...could he? If not, then where did the blood come from? Wait, wait, wait. Slow down, Tadashi. Just because there's blood, doesn't mean your brother is...is... just take a deep breath.' He closes his eyes and inhales and exhales deeply. He opens his eyes again and stares at Hiro's sleeping face. 'I mean it's impossible for him to do something like that without anyone noticing...right? Right.'

At that moment, Hiro shifts in his sleep and is now laying on his back. Tadashi stares at his arms. 'Maybe I should just make sure...to just put my doubts to rest.' Tadashi nods affirmatively for his own benefit and makes his way over to Hiro's bedside. He kneels down and grabs Hiro's arm. Tadashi moves it, slowly, closer to him, so as to not wake him up. He slowly lifts up Hiro's sleeve, and gasps at what he sees. There are small, long, pink cuts adorning Hiro's arm, starting just below his palm, and ending at his elbow. Tadashi pulled down his sleeve and stood up. He paced around the room, hand on his chin, doing his best not to freak out.

"My brother cuts. My brother hurts himself. My brother cuts himself. My brother..." Tadashi trails off looking back at his brother. 'What could have made him want to do something like this to himself? If he cuts, does he think about suicide too?' Tadashi's blood runs cold at the word suicide. He instantly stops breathing and freezes in place. Is his brother thinking about suicide? A chill runs down Tadashi's spine. 'Best not to dwell on it. For now, I'll get some sleep.'

He crawled into his bed, completely forgetting that he needed to use the restroom, but couldn't find the strength, or lack thereof, to fall asleep. Just as his brother had done hours ago, he too, stared at the ceiling thinking, 'What am I going to do?'