Chapter 1

Waking up in an unfamiliar area should have been a normal occurrence now for Hiro, after all those "defending the city against bad guys, aiding citizens in their daily life" kind of things. Seriously, what had he been doing before waking up in a dimly lit alley way?

Right, there had been an emergency. Someone decided to play jigsaw with the Muni automatic system, sending every cable cars on rampage.

x.X.x

It was past midnight when Hiro's computer came to life, notifying him of the occurrence. Eighteen months ago, when Big Hero 6 was first announced the heroes of San Fransokyo, Hiro had a brilliant idea of hacking into the police 24/7 radio station to get first-hand information on the city's troubles. At the time, it was of tremendous help. Now, he did not think so. He had an exam tomorrow and he really wanted to enjoy his much-needed sleep. Like Aunt Cass always said when something interrupted her movie nights: "Bad things have the worst sense of time".

Yawning, he put the computer back to sleep with just a simple wave of his hand and proceeded to don his suit. Baymax, who after some slight modification allowing him to activate without the need for the trigger word 'Ow', inflated at the consistent beeping coming from the earpiece inside Hiro indigo's helmet (Yes, Hiro even had his earpiece changed frequency to match that of the police radio transmitter as a precaution).

"You don't have to go with me tonight, big guy" Hiro glanced at the robot before putting on his shoes and made a grab for his new gravity-defied skateboard "It should be done quickly."

He did not want to rouse his friends from their sleep, either. They all had their fair share of rough nights.

Baymax blinked at him, his head tilted in a gesture of understanding "Then I would like you to keep yourself warm. Change in temperature during nighttime can lead to common cold"

Hiro, used to the robot's "healthcare companion" quirk, just shook his head slightly, muttered a soft "I will" before flying off into the dark sky.

Two worst decisions he has ever made.

x.X.x

Everything went downhill as soon as he started the city patrol. The cable cars had been put back in the station with some simple command sequences in the host computers, giving the city back its usual tranquility of an early winter night. Hiro shivered as the chilling air came in contact with the exposed skin on his lower legs, wishing he had taken heed of Baymax's advice to bring an overcoat. The quiet humming of his flying board was the only thing could be heard in the stillness. All in all, nothing gave the impression of abnormality.

Hiro found himself quickly growing tired. He had not had a dreamless sleep since Tadashi's demise. Every night fire plagued his dreams, reminded him of the aching reality, rendered him a weeping mess in the middle of the night. Most of the sleep he had got so far was due to exhaustion, when nightmares could not bother him. That was why he always worked himself to the limit, and no one could tell him to do otherwise.

Honey tried fixing him a sleeping chemical spray, but he doubted it would work if even the strongest dose of sleeping medical could not ease his overactive brain. Gogo, well, she did the only thing she was good at: threatened him to take a nap or else she would load him on a car and drive at 200 miles per hour with him tied on its roof. Hiro just smiled and continued with his project. He knew she did not have the heart to do so when it came to the smallest member of the team. Fred with his usual level of tactfulness, blurted out the first thing he thought of when Hiro came to school after a week of getting a maximum two hours of sleep a day "A Hiro zombie!" This earned him a punch from Gogo "What has priestess Layla done to you?" He was sometimes too eccentric for his own good. Wasabi gave him a lecture on the importance of sleep, not that he needed one anyway. Aunt Cass knew he still grieved for his brother, but there was nothing she could do to change it. The happy face he wore at school was just a façade, an act to stop people from coming, sharing their condolences, saying empty words to his already deaf ears whenever his brother was mentioned in a conversation. Baymax still hugged him, patting his head in a gesture of comfort, and sometimes even attempted to sing him a lullaby. For a better chance of sleeping Baymax explained, but of course, Hiro adamantly refused.

He appreciated everyone's concern, really, but there was just something, a venomous whisper in the back of his head, that would not let him free of his pain Tadashi would have been alive if you had just held him back for just a few more seconds. If you had just held him tighter, Tadashi would still be here bickering with you, not as silent as the grave he was interred. Hiro knew those thoughts were unhealthy but he couldn't help thinking What if?

He was brought out of his musing when a large shadowy figure glided past him. Hiro stopped short in his track, senses tingling with anticipation. Callaghan? Impossible, he was still serving his sentence in jail, Hiro had made sure of it. Then, who was that? Wasting no time, he leant forward on his board, signaling the start of a high speed chase across town.

The figure was fast, really fast, even faster than Gogo on wheels, which said a lot about the man's agility. Hiro groaned frustratingly. He was getting further away from his target when it did a series of swift twists and turns in the dark alley. In an attempt to change the table around, Hiro took no notice the tiny device stuck on the side of his helmet, ticking away the time until it exploded, engulfed him in a display of lights.

And Hiro knew no more.

AN: This is my first time writing a story, so some sentences and phrases might make no sense at all. Tell me about all the mistakes I have made, and I will do my best to fix all of them. Btw, should I continue this story?