sakuradragonrose

[sakuradragonrose]

Chapter Three

Some weeks had passed since the presentation.

Tadashi was still working on Baymax to make sure he was the perfect health care companion he wanted to be. Only this time it was without Masashi’s assistance. Much to his chagrin, Hiro was still Bot fighting and Masashi still went out with Professor Ackerman for coffee. Whenever they saw one another that week, they would but simply give a weak ‘Hello’ or ‘Hey’ and carry on their separate destinations.

On this particular heaving, Masashi didn’t know how but he actually agreed to go to a bot fight with the younger Hamada sibling heaving a heavy sigh. Luckily, Tadashi was running late with some errands for Hiro’s sake.

“How I let you drag me into this is beyond my understanding.” Masashi grumbled, waiting patiently for Hiro at the café entrance.

 “C’mon: Think of it as us bonding.” Hiro commented with a wide grin, grabbing his Megabot and controller. “We barely get to spend time together, you’re usually off with Tadashi.”

Masashi was already starting to feel guilty, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt up over his head as they snuck out avoiding his and Tadashi’s Aunt Cass. If Tadashi were here, there was no way they’d be doing this. No way. Nada. Zero. Zilch chance. And yet, why did he feel a tiny hint of excitement at the same time?

 He had never snuck out before in his life for anything. Well, he supposed there was that one time back in New York where he did sneak out with a school mate to some rock concert with a band performing they both really liked-learned his lesson after that when his mother found out…not a pretty picture-.

Man. Tadashi is going to kill me for letting Hiro go…wait. Why do I care how he’d react? I’m ticked at him still aren’t I?

 They soon found themselves in a dingy part of the city, Masashi scrunching up his face at the awful smell that flooded his nostrils reminding him strongly of feces and other unmentionable things no one should smell. “I do feel a little bit like an AWOL.” He muttered.

 Hiro grinned. “That’s the way to think of it.”

 A fist bump was shared between them as a little grin crossed Masashi’s face. Already they could hear shouts of excitement and sounds of bots clashing against one another. “You got the cash right?”

 “Yup.” Hiro held up a wad of it from his pocket. “You gotta pay to play.”

 “Not like this is the first you’ve dragged me here kid.” Masashi hissed, ignoring Hiro’s snicker.

 The place was full of nothing but thugs or people who…weren’t of nicest of neighbor hoods let’s say. He looked down at Hiro’s tiny robot and frowned thoughtfully, glancing at the two larger robots in the arena preparing for round two.

How Hiro was going to win with Megabot was beyond his understanding. The thing wouldn’t last but a second.

 The fighters were a pink haired/punk looking girl and the other was a larger fellow named Yama. The announcer grinned keeping her parasol spinning between them.

"Two bots enter, one bot leaves.”

 “Oh yeah: How’d your date with that Ackerman guy go?” Hiro whispered.

 “It was NOT a date.” Masashi whispered back, perhaps a little harsher than he intended to be. “It was only for coffee.”

 “The way Tadashi acted it sounded like you two went out together.”

 “…How upset was he?”

 Hiro shrugged, his eyes fixated on the Bot fight taking place noting the girl was kicking Yama’s butt pretty good at first. “He was kind of ‘moping’. Looked like a ‘little lost puppy’ according to Aunt Cass anyway: He’s been focusing his attention on your ‘nerd invention’ the whole week.”

Damn. I didn’t think it would bother him that much going with Professor Ackerman… Masashi bit the inside of his cheek letting out a weary sigh. “I knew this would happen,” he muttered. “We…kinda snapped at one another the night after our presentation ended.”

 “Ah he’ll get over it,” Hiro said with assurance. “You know how Tadashi is. He doesn’t stay mad at someone for too long.”

But this was a little different. The last thing he wanted, was to make Tadashi feel jealous over one evening with Ackerman. "Victor by Total Annihilation! YAMA!"

Yama was already boasting as he sneered at his fallen opponent’s robot, prideful of the girl’s crushed expression holding Little Yama up as if the Bot were a weapon. "Who's next? Who else has the guts to step into the ring with Little Yama!?"

“Can I try?”

 They all focused their attention on Hiro, a smile of that of ‘innocence’ plastered on his face with Masashi standing beside him holding Megabot in his hand. “I have a robot, I built it myself.”

This caused the crowd to roar with laughter. "Go home kid, house rules, you gotta pay to play." The female announce growled.

 “I have my money.” He showed a wad of cash he took out from the café.

 "What's your name little boy?" Yama asked with a smirk.

 “Hiro! Hiro Hamada.”

 Yama just laughed at him. "Prepare your bot ZERO."

 Masashi growled as a crowd began to form around the two competitors. As much as he hated to admit it, playing the role of a mere child of innocence seemed to be working on Hiro’s end…he just hoped that Yama was too stupid to figure it out.

"Two bots enter, one bot leaves. Fighters ready and… FIGHT!"

 Megabot began waddling over towards Little Yama, that stupid smiley face Hiro put on it seen clearly. It was only a second, not even a smidgen of a second, before the poor thing was literally tossed in the air by Little Yama sliced in half.

 Hiro gasped. "That was my first fight! Can I have another try?" Although he was devastated, Masashi could see the kid was pumping with adrenaline. Oh. Hiro was only starting. Yama had no idea what he was going to get himself into.

 "No one likes a sore loser little boy." Yama sneered, taking the boy’s wad of money counting it with greed. “Why don’t you take your little girlfriend and go home.”

Then. Something inside of Masashi seemed to snap. As soon as he heard Yama’s cronies snicker at the ‘girlfriend’ remark towards him, his hand balled into a tight fist after taking some of his work money out of his pocket, too pissed off at the current to care about it now slapping it in Hiro’s hand. “Make. Him. Pay.” He snarled out.

Just as the same as before, the announcer twirled her parasol in front of them. "Fighters ready!" She removed the parasol. “FIGHT!”

 Hiro’s once smaller controller grew into a semi bigger one surprising even the ‘almighty Yama’ himself as Megabot repaired itself. Masashi’s usually calm expression was now revealing a twisted, even what some might call ‘disturbing’ smirk clasping a hand on Hiro’s shoulder.

"Megabot… Destroy." The younger Hamada sibling commanded.

 Megabot’s cute yellow smile then turned into that of a red rage sneering look making a lunge for Little Yama. Yama was losing his cool as he tried to fend the smaller robot off Little Yama but it proved to be a futile attempt. Were Masashi and Hiro in their glory right now? Oh you better believe they were, watching Megabot duck and dodge with ease before finally dismembering Little Yama’s arms, legs and finally its head.

Yama stared mortified.

 "No more Little Yama." Hiro commented with a smirk, taking his money from the silver platter from the stunned announcer.

Masashi actually let out a tiny cheer, ruffling his friend’s hair grinning down at him. “Hiro you little genius! That was epic. Maybe I was wrong about you and Bot fighting after all.”

“Ah knock it off Masashi, you’re embarrassing me!” Hiro laughed.

 Yama stood however, towering over the now gulping younger ones.

 “Uh…Yama?”

 THUD

 Masashi let out a pained hiss when he was slammed against the wall by one of Yama’s goons and Hiro by Yama himself. "No one hustles Yama!" His face was a mixture of purple and red white hot anger taking Hiro’s Megabot.

 “Hey!” Hiro shouted, making a move to take back his robot but the others prevented him from doing so dropping the boys back onto their feet, Masashi rubbing the back of his head tenderly.

“Uh…Heh. C-Come on guys, fellas. Is there really a need for all this now?” Masashi tried, getting into a defensive position regardless knowing there was no use talking to a bunch of thugs. Five against two. Not exactly fair…then again when are bad guys fair right? “Well. Looks like we’re going to have to fight our way through little buddy.”

“Guess so…it was nice knowing ya Masashi.”

 A young man soon rides in on the scene with his moped, kicking a few of the thugs out of the way tossing each of the boys a helmet. “Hiro! Masashi get on!”

 “TADASHI!” Oh. Words cannot describe the relief they felt when Tadashi tossed them each a helmet. Tadashi and Masashi locked eyes with one another, both pursing their lips having not forgotten the night of their argument but now was not the time to dwell on such things. With Masashi in the front, holding onto Tadashi’s waist and Hiro in the back they sped out of the alley.

"Are you okay!?" Tadashi yelled over everything.

"Yes!"

"Are you hurt!?"

"NO!"

 "THEN WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?" Tadashi reached back to give Hiro a few good whacks, even some at Masashi tugging on his hair.

 “OW!”

 “This is abuse I tell you!”

 "You KNUCKLEHEADS!" He made a sharp turn down the alleyway.

 “Uh Tadashi: Our little friends are back!” Masashi cried, pointing at the raging bot fighters.

 “I know, I know!” He groaned, speeding up towards a ramp. “Hang on!” He sped up further, aiming for a piece of wood propped up by the dumpster. Masashi squeezed his eyes shut whereas Hiro cheered looking at his reflection.

 "Hiro, you graduated high school when you were thirteen, THIRTEEN! And Masashi: What the hell were you doing with him?! Don’t you realize you can get expelled? I thought you hated Bot fights!?”

"Bot fighting is NOT illegal, betting on it…" Hiro paused shrugging. "Yeah that's illegal but so lucrative. I'm on a roll big bro and so will Masashi and THERE IS NO STOPPING US!"

“You’re not my father Tadashi: I’m old enough to make my own choices.”

“If you WERE my son. Oh. I would give you such a spanking!” Tadashi hadn’t realized how wrong that actually sounded until crickets began chirping and Hiro and Masashi were both quiet. “…Not one word. From either of you.”

“I didn’t know big brother was into THAT.”

 “I said not one word Hiro!”

 Tadashi slowed to a stop as flashing lights came into view. The Hamada brothers and Masashi gulped.

 “Oh no…”

Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Due to his age, Hiro was tossed in a cell with no others inside it waving shyly at a rather furious Tadashi and because it was so crammed in poor Tadashi’s cell Masashi was put with Hiro even though he was over age.

Oh Masashi could only imagine his father and Aunt Cass’s reactions when they learned of the news. Although Masashi had his own apartment and was pretty much an adult now that never stopped his mother from scolding him when he did something stupid.

A groan escaped his lips as he rested his head against the wall, shaking his head in disbelief. “A felon…I’m officially a felon. Mom’s going to kill me…”

“Masashi: You’re over dramatic side is showing again.” Hiro said, trying to be light about the situation. 

Masashi gave him a glare before palming his forehead. “I’m such an idiot! Now your brother probably disapproves of me even more. Worse than the Professor thing.”

“Are you kidding? Tadashi is more ticked at me I bet then he is you. Besides, the whole professor thing was completely innocent right?”

“It was. Nothing happened.” Masashi spoke loud and clear for Tadashi to get the hint across the room, watching Hiro’s older brother sigh heavily and press his forehead against the bars. His shoulders slumped.

So…they really did just go out as friends after all. Well don’t you feel like a complete ass Hamada?

“Hamada’s! Nishino: You three are out for bail!”

 “Oh thank God!” Masashi hopped up from the bench with Hiro chuckling at his reaction.

Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

 Aunt Cass was a nervous wreck pacing outside the police station. Bot fighting. Illegal? Tadashi and even Masashi were arrested on top of everything! Were they encouraging Hiro into this? Those negative thoughts decreased however the minute she saw the trio walk sulking out of the building.

 "Oh thank goodness." She murmured, pulling all three of them in a hug. “Are you guys okay? Are you hurt?”

 “We’re fine Aunt Cass.” They said in unison.

 “Good…” Aunt Cass said in a sweet, mild mannered tone. Always the calm before the storm Masashi thought, swallowing as she then grabbed Tadashi and Hiro in a seemingly iron grip by their earlobes. “Then what were you knuckle heads thinking?!” While they were ‘pre-occupied’, Masashi had tried sneaking off but he yelped when Aunt Cass snatched the back of his jacket somehow.

 “Oh no mister: Don’t think you’re off the hook! You better be prepared for a good, long lecture from your mother on the phone tonight!” "For ten years!" She started as they drove home, poor Tadashi and Hiro holding onto their ears. "I've raised you, taken care of you as my own! Do I know anything about children!? No!”

And the ranting continued as the trio sulked behind the still ranting Aunt Cass, watching her un lock the door to the café. "Should I have picked up a book on parenting? PROBABLY!" She sighed out of frustration. “Where was I going with this?”

 'We're sorry." Tadashi said sincerely.

 “We love you Aunt Cass.” Hiro chimed in.

 “You’re like a second mom to me.” Masashi added.

 "Well I love you too!" She snapped at them, grabbing a donut from its case. "I had to close up early because of you felons-"

Masashi winced at the word, feeling Tadashi squeeze his shoulder in comfort.

"On Beat Poetry Night!" She continued to snap, waving the doughnut at them. "Stress eating! BECAUSE OF YOU! Mhmmm. This is really good! Come on Mochi.”

The trio watched as the Calico cat waddled off after the woman leaving the brothers and Masashi to sigh with relief that she was finally gone and made their trek up to Tadashi’s room.

[sakuradragonrose]

Chapter Two

They were just getting ready for the big night. Hiro was watching and waiting carefully, his robot Megabot tucked securely underneath his hoodie narrowing his eyes when Masashi finally walked in the Hamada residence. Dressed in a simple white buttoned shirt and grey pants.

“So: You’re siding with the enemy?”

 Masashi rolled his eyes, making himself comfortable on their couch. “You know your older brother is actually a pretty cool person if you spend some time with him.”

The youngest Hamada sibling rolled his eyes in response, shaking his head in disbelief. Although Hiro would never admit it out loud, as of late he had begun to feel as if his own friendship with Masashi was dwindling day by day. They used to have so much fun together when they first met. “Sounds like weird and boring stuff to me.” Hiro muttered, seating himself beside his friend.

 “He only wants to make sure our scholarships don’t run out is all.” Masashi commented, trying to be more patient with him.

“How DID you guys get in anyway?”

 Masashi’s mouth opened as if he were going to give him the explanation, but they both began pondering. Really…Tadashi didn’t even tell him or his own brother just how they managed to get in a university like SFTI.

“Masashi…I fear for all of us now.” Hiro commented dryly, pulling his legs up to his chin. “Still though, I never would’ve thought someone like you would end up at that nerd school.”

“It’s a little thing called ‘growing up’. You’re just ticked at me for not going to those Bot fights without Tadashi-.”

 “What about me?”

 Masashi let out a yelp the minute Tadashi entered the room, all the while trying not to blush at how he looked this evening…dressed in a tuxedo that fit his body perfectly, grumbling as he tried getting his tie on however thanking Masashi who helped him get it straightened out chuckling sheepishly. “Ah thanks Masashi: I would have been here all night trying to get this thing on.”

“No problem,” Masashi chuckled.

 “Now what was it you two were talking about?”

 But seeing his brother and best friend look at one another, then give him matching innocent smiles saying ‘Nothing Dashi. Nothing at all’ only made him more apprehensive by the minute.

I’ll bring it up later after the thing’s over… he decides in the end, scratching the back of his neck. “Anyway: Masashi are ya all set? And you’re sure you don’t want to come with us, Hiro?”

 Hiro scoffed with his trademark eye roll. “Why on Earth would I go to your nerd school?”

 “Because it’s actually entertaining?”

 “Oh you mean showing the audience this? ‘Here’s my virtual girlfriend/boyfriend folks! Aren’t they fiiiiiiine?’ He let out a yelp when Masashi bopped him on the head giving him a look of disbelief. “Um…ow! What the heck was that for Sashi?”

“Can’t you give your brother a break for once? And last time I noticed you aren’t such a hot-shot yourself in the dating pool.”

“Robotics is my true love.” Hiro dead panned.

 “Aw you really don’t want us here do you?” Tadashi mocked giving him a grin. “Alright. No Gummy Bears for-.” He cursed under his breath when Hiro held up a bag of them. “Damn. …Oh crap Masashi we gotta get a move on! We’re already two minutes late.”

“Okay, okay! Don’t shove.”

 “Have fun love birds!”

 “WE AREN’T LOVE BIRDS!”

 Almost the minute Tadashi slammed the front door shut and he heard his moped take off, a certain glint appeared in Hiro’s eyes as he grinned down at his Megabot.

Time for some real fun now

Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

 The minute they arrived at the university and Masashi saw how…many cars were in the parking lot he swallowed a heavy lump in his throat. It’s okay…it’ll be okay. You won’t make a fool of yourself. Not this time… he repeated that little mantra of his over and over in his mind only to grin when he heard Fred’s familiar voice.

“The Duck-Tape Overlord has returned!” The young man shouted giving Tadashi and Masashi each a fist bump.

“Good to see you again Fred,” Tadashi chuckled looking at each of their friends. “I can’t believe we’re finally going to introduce Baymax to the community. This is going to be huge!” He gave a sheepish grin. “We’ve been working on this for a month I’d say.”

“You mean using me as your pin cushion? While working out on the bugs?” Masashi teased, laughing at the playful narrow of his friend’s eyes.

“Will you stop with that? And duct tape is completely different from needles.”

 GoGo gave a roll of her eyes at their playful banter before flashing Masashi a quick smirk. “Oh yeah: Masashi, Professor Ackerman was looking for you not too long ago.”

 The minute she mentioned his name, Wasabi, Fred and Honey Lemon all ‘oooood’ in a childish manner whereas Masashi’s face flushed and Tadashi arched a curious brow. Professor Alex Ackerman was one of the newer ones at San Fransokyo Technical Institute: A young one, close to his late twenties and very attractive.

“P-Professor Ackerman? What’d he want to talk with me about?” Masashi made an attempt not to stutter.

“Yeah. Why does he want to talk to Masashi?”

 GoGo gave a one shouldered shrug, shaking her head at Tadashi’s questioning tone popping her gum again. “Dunno,” she replied. “Just that he wanted to see you after the expo or something said he wanted to take you out for coffee if you weren’t busy that is.”

 Again, Wasabi, Fred and Honey Lemon ‘ooood’ before snickering at the glare Masashi tossed at them. “Oh c’mon man,” Wasabi laughed giving him a nudge. “We’re just playin around with ya! We know you and the prof are only friends.”

“Sure you guys do.”

 As they started to prepare Baymax however, getting him geared up and such Tadashi was silently brooding behind the group. His hands clenched slightly at his sides biting the inside of his cheek.

Professor Ackerman does seem to be focusing on Masashi a lot lately…every time we’re together he’s always right there with us. But he shook his head, actually giving himself a little slap across the face. Oh will you stop it? He’s a good guy: You can’t prevent Masashi from going with other people that wouldn’t be right. It’s only for coffee anyway.

“Wait, wait!” Honey Lemon’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts when the ‘eccentric’ girl pulled them all in for a group photo. “Say Baymax!”

 “Baymax!”

 CLICK

 “We’ll be right in the crowds.” She gave them a good luck wink and the group headed down off the stage save for Tadashi, Masashi and Fred that is.

Masashi could feel his heart just pounding against his chest, surprised it didn’t leap right out and hop off the stage making a break for the exits. He could practically feel everyone in the crowd watching the trio with anticipation and curiosity. But the ones who made him most nervous were Professor Callaghan and Professor Ackerman.

Someone pressed the play button. Music began playing from the speakers.

Typical Tadashi….the Hamada’s always have to make a big presentation for everything. And is that VIDEO game music? He gave the older of the two a ‘Really? Are you for real?’ kind of look but all he received was one of his infamous grins.

 The trio then proceeded to introduce themselves, Masashi pleased with himself that he didn’t stutter like a fool this time. “Okay: First a little adjustment has to be made. After all it’s not science without a little pain right?” Some of the crowd actually laughed at Tadashi’s joke.

RIIIIIIIIIP

Everyone cringed or hissed at Fred’s pained cry. Well almost everyone.

“Woman up!” GoGo shouted from her spot.

 Tadashi motioned Masashi to speak next, looking with concern as did Fred. This was it. All eyes were on him. He could see Honey Lemon and Wasabi giving him an assuring thumbs up, nodding eagerly for him to speak. Refusing to let his stage fright overcome him this time, Masashi loosened himself up and cleared his throat activating Baymax whom drove over towards Fred.

 The robot inflated giving a cute little wave. “Hello. I am Baymax, your personal health care companion.”

Masashi stepped forward making a gesture. “This, ladies and gentlemen is Baymax. The world’s first portable robot medical kit.” A smile actually crossed over his face when some in the crowd gave impressed awes and oos.

Wow. Am I actually talking? Not stuttering like a moron? Huh. This isn’t so bad after all

“I was alerted you were in need of medical attention when you said ‘ow’.”

 Oh he and Tadashi tried not to laugh when Fred commented on his ‘man hair’ ripped out of his chest. “Dude! You ripped my man hair off!”

 Those ten little faces appeared on Baymax’s chest. “On a scale of one to ten how bad do you hurt?”

Masashi could see Fred wanted to say ‘Crying phase’ but the minute he saw GoGo cracking her knuckles he swallowed. “Uh…eight?”

Tadashi fought his hardest to not face palm ignoring the smirk Masashi threw his way. Why did everyone say eight? "You have a small epidermal abrasion on your upper torso." Baymax said, holding one finger up.

“Don’t hurt me.” Fred whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut only to crack one open when Baymax applied the same antibiotic he gave Masashi just some nights ago.

“Now don’t let Baymax’s huggable/cute design fool you,” Tadashi took over next for a minute seeing some people held questioning looks on their faces. "He has a carbon fiber skeleton that makes lifting even the heaviest patients a breeze." Watching the robot pick Fred up with ease.

 “He’s like a marshmallow!”

 Masashi actually let out a laugh along with some others from the crowd at his friend’s reaction, though when he locked looks with Professor Ackerman he instantly turned away clearing his throat. "The heart of Baymax is his healthcare chip,” Tadashi continued.

"Programmed with over ten thousand medical procedures and home to his caregiving matrix." Masashi said after.

"I cannot deactivate until you say, you are satisfied with your care."

 “In that case….we’re satisfied with our care.” The duo said in unison. Once Fred had been placed down, the robot stepped back in his case sealing himself up. “And that, ladies and gentlemen is Baymax.”

The feeling of accomplishment coursed through their bodies when the crowd burst forth with grand applause. They even heard a whistle or two from Wasabi and Honey Lemon, letting out sheepish laughs thanking everyone for attending. With that, the trio headed off the stage followed by their robot laughing when Honey Lemon nearly glomped them in a hug.

 “You guys were so great! And Masashi you actually overcame your stage fright!”

  “Thank God it wasn’t like last time when you stood frozen the entire time.” GoGo added slapping him once on the back in acknowledgement.

Masashi chuckled before grinning at Tadashi. “Man: Just wait until Hiro sees Baymax! He’s going to love him.”

Tadashi grinned back pulling the other in a one armed hug. “I’m sure he will Masashi.” An older man then came up to the group followed by Prof. Ackerman. The students instantly perked up at the sight of Callaghan but Tadashi pursed his lips seeing Ackerman, putting a little bit more pressure on Masashi’s shoulder without knowing until the other spoke up in a whisper. “Oh. Sorry Masashi.” He muttered.

“Very well done Mr. Hamada, Mr. Nishino.” Callaghan said with honesty, holding out two envelopes. Tadashi grinned and took them.

“Thank you so much Prof. Callaghan. It means a lot.”

 Professor Ackerman spoke up next smiling genuinely at them. “That truly was an outstanding presentation. One of the best I’ve seen yet: You really do take after your father don’t you Masashi?”

 The red head gave a bashful sound of laughter, a blush appearing on his face. “Thank you professor Ackerman but I’m nowhere near close to my father. He’s a whole other level compared to me.”

They talked for some minutes, Masashi feeling Tadashi glare at Ackerman from behind his back when the professor took his hand in his giving it a soft squeeze. “I’ll still see you on Tuesday then?”

 “Of course sir. Tuesday it is.”

 Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

 The night air was always cooler compared to the hot/humid air in the morning for summers in San Fransokyo. Wasabi had suggested they all go out to eat as a group but Masashi and Tadashi had grown a little too tired and from the lack of sleep they both had been receiving due to staying up so late at night.

 “So…you two are still going together?” Tadashi asked, Masashi blinking in a bit of surprise as to why he was asking him about his meeting with Ackerman. “Are you sure it’s appropriate for a student to be out with his professor?”

The younger of the two arched a brow, getting on the older male’s moped. “Appropriate? Dashi, you’re making it seem like I’m dating the guy…we’re just-.”

“I’m not making it seem like it’s anything!” Tadashi snapped suddenly. Befuddled by his own sudden shouting. He very, rarely shouted at anyone no matter what. Not even when Hiro was driving him nuts.

Masashi picked up on that for he narrowed his eyes at his friend, lips pursed and crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you saying I’m making it seem like something then? I don’t know why you’re becoming so jealous of Professor Ackerman lately.”

Tadashi let out a scoff, adjusting his helmet gripping his handlebars perhaps a little too tight. “Jealous? You’re accusing me of being jealous? Ha don’t make me laugh.” He kicked the moped in gear after making sure Masashi had his helmet on, speeding down the street.

Masashi grumbled something under his breath that fortunately for Tadashi he couldn’t understand when they reached the Lucky Cat Café, Tadashi skidding his moped to a halt the two giving one another a good long glaring look. “I just don’t know what to say when you tell me you’re going on a date with your own professor.”

“A date? Really Tadashi?” Masashi sighed wearily, shaking his head in disbelief. “Did I even say it was a ‘date’? No I didn’t. I think you need to clean out your ears!”

Both were clearly offending each other for Tadashi glowered down at Masashi who glared up at the taller of the two in return.

“….I don’t know why you’re being like this all of a sudden towards Professor Ackerman,” Masashi said coolly. “But I’m going, Tadashi. Whether you like it or not.”

And that was that.

When Masashi walked briskly back to his apartment that was only a few blocks down from the café, Tadashi lent against the doors of the building squeezing his eyes shut wondering just why the Hell he was acting like this lately.

[sakuradragonrose]

Chapter One

 Exams.

 The dreaded, callous word every college student or any student for that matter loathed to hear at any part in their lives. It was bad enough that they had to work on their own projects and yet at the same time the professors demanded they work on a group project on top of everything adding to a ridiculous amount of stress for many.

Tadashi and Masashi were already on their fourth day of non-stop school work.

 Both were thinking the exact same thing Hiro had called them. Perhaps they truly were ‘mad scientists’ after all. Not just geeks or nerds, but mad scientists hell bent on taking over the world. Hell even Masashi’s own parents seemed to agree with the youngest Hamada sibling.

Tadashi’s face was unshaven, Masashi looked as if he hadn’t slept in weeks (he hadn’t) and both apparently reeked with bad B.O.

But finally. With wide grin’s on their faces, after each student finished the last of their paper, proof read it three-four times it appeared they finally developed the perfect thesis. “Tadashi…we’re done. We actually did it.”

 “Yeah. Yeah we did didn’t we?” 

“Masashi you’re brilliant man! Ha seriously I never would have thought of something like this.”

 “Oh stop you’re making me blush,” Masashi laughed followed by a grin. “If any I was more impressed with YOUR theory. Mine was just mediocre compared to yours.” They both looked at the clock however and groaned realizing how late it was. Twelve thirty in the morning. “Can’t believe we wasted our whole day just studying.” The younger of the two grumbled followed by an exhausted yawn.

And yet before he headed over towards the guest bed, Tadashi grabbed him gently by the arm giving him a grin. “Hang on Masashi: You promised remember?”

Masashi gave him an unsure look with a sheepish laugh. “Oh. Ha ha right…almost forgot, promised I’d test Baymax out for ya.”

“Ha ha right. You ‘almost forgot’.” Tadashi gave an eye roll, rolling up the shirt sleeve of his friend’s arm.

“But remind me again why Fred can’t do this?”

 “Fred refused to come near me with duct tape until opening night. Now c’mon, stop with the pouting it’s not going to burn you.”

Well what actually happened was, Hiro had been obsessed with Bot fighting as of late and tried convincing their friend to go with him so Masashi made a deal with Tadashi that he’d be his little ‘test dummy’ for their robot.

 “Says the one who’s not about to experience a horrid pain.” Masashi grumbled out, squeezing his eyes shut.

RIIIIIIP!

“What the flying monkeys from the depths of Hell?!” Masashi shouted so loud that numerous dogs started barking outside and received a few ‘colorful’ words from the neighbors telling him to shut up.

A beeping could then be heard when a white, puffy looking robot emerged from his case. Masashi rubbed his arm grinning at their invention. “Hey Baymax.”

“Hello Masashi,” the robot began waddling towards him. “I was alerted you were in need of medical attention when you said ‘What the flying monkeys from the depths of Hell’.”

“Yeah that’s right buddy. Tadashi was bullying me again.”

 He ‘ignored’ the fake look of hurt on Tadashi’s face. Ten little faces appeared on Baymax’s chest. “On a scale of one to ten how bad do you hurt?”

 “Hmmm…..” Masashi cupped his chin while smirking at a jaw dropped Tadashi. “I’m gonna go with nine.”

 “Masashi!”

 “Vendetta my friend. Sweet vendetta.”

 But Baymax was only focused on scanning Masashi’s now reddened arm, putting some antibiotic over the surface. There was a slight stinging sensation at first before Baymax had finally let go of his wrist. “I recommend an antibacterial spray.”

“Yes!” Tadashi gave a victory dance.

 “You know: I did promise Hiro that I’d send him a video of you dancing.” A playful smirk graced over his features as Tadashi pretended to glower down at him like he was angry.

“Teaming up with my little brother eh?” The eldest Hamada sibling heaved a fake, disappointed sigh while raising his hands just a bit wiggling his fingers, a rather creepy expression over his face. “You know what this type of punishment for treason calls for don’t you?”

“No…No Tadashi don’t you da-.”

 Before he could even finish that sentence, Tadashi had already dug his fingers into his sides laughing maniacally as he watched Masashi squirm helplessly in his grip. The younger male’s face flushed a bright red shade almost like that of his hair, when Tadashi finally let him go.

“T-That so was not fair you jerk.” Masashi breathed out in between laughs, adjusting his clothes. “You caught me off guard!”

 “Sure that’s what they all say.” Tadashi laughed. He then proceeded on with his fake demonstration, motioning Baymax to turn sideways.

 A small smile of pride couldn’t help but be seen on Masashi’s face crossing his arms over his chest. Finally. Through all their blood, sweat and tears everything seemed to be paying off for both of them.

 When the clock switched to one in the morning, both were drained of energy sighing with weariness collapsing on the bed. “How do you think the expo will turn out?” Masashi muttered.

 Tadashi gave a one shouldered shrug propping his arms up behind his head. “I dunno…but I think it’ll be great. I wish Hiro would give it a chance.”

 “Well you know what he’s going to say.”

 “You are not going to make me a slave to your army of nerds.” They both stated in unison before going into another tired bit of laughter. Once Baymax had been deactivated for the night, Masashi grinned faintly at Tadashi turning over to face him.

 “It’s going to be great.”

 “I hope so Masashi…I hope so.”

  A/N: Re-posted chapter one from my other blog onto here: Enjoy?

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How I Met Tadashi Hamada: Prologue

Four years ago

 He sat in the backseat of his parent’s car, looking curiously out the window gazing up at the buildings so tall that he swore they really were touching the sky. Masashi Nishino, aged fifteen at the time could feel his heart skip a beat when the welcoming sign to San Fransokyo greeted them before they passed by it.

While most people would have been excited moving to a city like this, Masashi was nothing but a complete bundle of nerves and then some. Leaning back against the white leather, he fakes sleep.

“Looks like someone’s worn out.” His father, a Japanese man named Kenta chuckled, looking at his son’s reflection through the rearview mirror.

“Well a fifteen hour drive will do that to you dear,” his mother, a Korean woman named Choa said with a soft smile on her face. “I hope Masashi adjusts…do you really think-?”

“Choa,” Kenta sounded annoyed, Masashi could imagine him gripping the steering wheel gently. “Don’t start dear please. We’ve already bought the house. There’s no turning back.”

 “Oh I know that,” Choa huffed. Masashi could picture her eyes twitch at her husband scolding her. “I was only concerned of Masashi: Moving to a new city can be hard on a boy his age.”

Masashi’s eyes twitched in annoyance when she referred to him as ‘boy’. He was no longer a boy the last time he checked. Slowly becoming a man day by day thank you very much. Luckily, Kenta seemed to have the same thought process. “There you go again. Referring to him like he’s a mere child: Masashi can handle this Choa. Trust me.”

 Thank you dad! A victorious smirk crossed over the ‘sleeping’ teenager’s face hearing his mother sigh and picturing her roll her eyes. The car door soon slid open as he blinked his eyes in an ‘innocent’ manner, skilled in the art of bullshitting people.

Choa smiled softly down at her son. “Well look who’s finally up: We’re home sweetie.”

“Alright. About time.” Masashi muttered, un buckling his seat belt hopping out of the car.

 The minute he sees their home, a house with an exterior typical San Francisco style a faint smile crosses over his face as the family unloads their luggage. After dealing with some rotten luck in the past, moving from house after house. City to city, Masashi knew that this was going to be his home from now on. His real home.

And he was for once okay with it.

However. What Masashi had no knowledge of at the time or ‘warning’, was that his life was going to take a very interesting turn of events after meeting some of the most intriguing pair of siblings he ever crossed paths with.

 “Well! Isn’t this great?” Kenta exclaimed when the family finally walked in their new home. The inside was spacious, very spacious much to Masashi’s great liking. The kitchen was perfect sized as well not at all like their old, one roomed apartment back in New York. “The wallpaper could use some touching up though,” the older male muttered thoughtfully. “And the curtains don’t really match with the paint.”

“Maybe you should have been a home designer instead of a pencil pusher dad.” Masashi couldn’t help but say out loud, laughing along with Choa when Kenta’s face flushed at his remark.

“Just go choose your room will you?”

 “Yes sir. Mind if I have the upstairs one?”

 “Whatever you desire dear.” Choa told him as she un packed some of her mother’s dishes she picked out for her and Kenta when they first got married.

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A sigh escaped past Masashi’s lips when he flopped down on his warm, extremely cozy king sized bed. His boxes of various items remained un opened but the only thing he thought at the moment was catching up on his sleep. And yet just before he could even close his eyes, he groaned when his mother called to him from downstairs.

 “Masashi! Come down son, we have visitors!”

 “Yeah, yeah I’m coming.”

 He couldn’t help but feel his eye twitch when he walked down the stairs, being careful since they were on the narrow side. Whenever they met new neighbors, Choa tended to get perhaps a little too excited trying to introduce her son to their children-if the person had any that is.

Standing at the doorway was a woman with short dark hair with a friendly smile on her face after shaking both his parent’s hands and holding what he guessed to be a strawberry rhubarb pie in a glass bowl. Smelled home made from the looks of it.

Beside the woman was a taller male with dark hair and kind brown eyes. On his head was a dark green baseball cap, dressed in a white shirt and black cardigan over it with grey jeans with his hands shoved in his pockets. Masashi gave a somewhat of a smile in return, averting his gaze quickly to the woman when his father spoke to them. “Would you like to come in Miss…”

 “Oh! Ha ha I almost forgot to introduce myself,” she giggled. “I’m Cass Hamada: This is my nephew Tadashi.  

“Nice to meet you.” They stood in awkward silence for some moments, neither of them sure as to what to say next until the younger male cleared his throat. “A-Anyway. Uh I’ve still got some unpacking to do…”

“I’ll help you out,” Tadashi started but reared back when realizing he volunteered without knowing if Masashi even wanted help or not. “I mean if you want need any help that is.”

Masashi blinked in genuine surprise at how polite the guy really was, but nodded slowly. “Uh…alright. I guess I could use some. Thank you.”

 After letting Masashi’s parents and his aunt know, Masashi quickly led Tadashi through the house up to his room all the while feeling flustered in his mind. Did I stutter? Did I REALLY just stutter? Aw crap why do I have to stutter when I meet someone new?!

Upon arriving in his room, Masashi chuckled when he heard Tadashi whistle in approval at some miniature robot figures he had on his desk. “Hey not bad. I see you have an interest in robotics? Do they do anything?”

“Nah,” he said after unpacking some clothes. “They’re mainly just for decoration. But yeah: My uncle got me into these things.”

Tadashi proceeded in telling him about this peculiar robot he was in the process of making. Masashi listened with natural interest, more so at the part of Tadashi mentioning it was going to be a medic bot.

“So what do you think?” The older Hamada sibling asked, rubbing the back of his neck with a grin on his face. “It sounds like a dumb idea doesn’t it?”

“Dumb?” Masashi asked befuddled. “Are you kidding: I think that sounds awesome! It’d be nice to have a robot that helps I believe instead of using one in just for those stupid Bot fight things.”

 They both shared a laugh at that seeming to have an agreement when it came to Bot fights. For the rest of the while they unpacked Masashi’s things, they talked for to Masashi what felt like hours upon hours of Tadashi’s newest creation. He was even more surprised at himself when he told him if he needed an assistant he wouldn’t mind at all taking on that role.

“You honestly wouldn’t mind lending me a hand?”

 “Why would I mind? That’s why I offered didn’t I?” Masashi chuckled seeing Tadashi’s face turn a slight shade of red before he shakes his head to snap out of it, a grin spreading across his face.

 “You know Masashi: I think you and I are going to get along just fine.”

 “You know Tadashi: I believe you’re right.”

 And thus, that was the start of a beautiful relationship soon to come.

       A/N: Hey guys! So I decided to create a seperate blog for my stories and such so my main blog isn't so...clustered ^^; Hope you enjoy.