Decipher the past

Chapter one : Bumping On My Dead Brother?!

The sky darkened slightly as he looked out of the window. Placing his hand against his right cheek, he sighed silently. The soft humming of the car was all that filled the small void inside. Nothing was exchanged as his tired eyes tried its best to stay open.

"Are you tired?" a silent, worried voice asked as he glanced at the woman next to him. She was the one driving this car, getting to their destination of the day. He just pulled out a smile before dropping it and hunched his shoulders forward a bit. Stretching his hands as far forward as he could, he mewled when the tired muscles were pulled. Looking back at her, he just shook his head, answering her question.

"Not really, Aunt Cass," he said carefully. She furrowed her eyebrows as she kept her eyes straight ahead on the road.

"Alright," she said finally after a few short seconds. Silence enveloped between them as he looked back outside of the window. Zooming past other cars, he noticed how the colours mixed and mashed before they turned into a steady stream of white nothingness. He felt his heart tugging at that thought, somehow realising that that was how he was feeling right now.

Blank, as if nothing mattered. The reality was crueller today even though nothing bad happened to him. Nothing bad had to happen to him anyway, he muttered darkly in his mind. It already did and now, they were on their way to pay respect to the aftermath of that said bad happening. His heart clutched tightly as the familiar dark feeling coiled deep inside.

Two years, it had been two years and yet, he still couldn't stop himself from feeling lost.

When he had gone back to San Fransokyo Institute of Technology (SFIT), he thought he had forgotten about this pain. But at night, when the loneliness would hit him hard, the dull ache would return. It wouldn't blur him like it did when he first lost his brother, but it was there. About a fraction of it still lived inside of him every day and he was sure, it wouldn't leave him no matter how long he waited this out.

"You're quite silent though," Cass said, jerking Hiro from his daydream as he looked at her. Leaning against his passenger seat with a sigh, he smiled.

"I don't have much to say, I suppose," he said, somehow still finding his deep voice a bit off. It had been almost a year or so since he had gone through puberty. It was like a whole mix-up of hormones and stuff and suddenly, he was no longer that fourteen year-old-boy. He was slightly taller than Aunt Cass but not as tall as Tadashi was if he was still alive. His hair was still as messy as he liked, sometimes irking Aunt Cass for its messiness. He would just laugh it off with a sassy comeback saying it attracted girls.

"Hiro," Cass continued, her voice sounding affectionate. "It's going to be alright, okay?"

"I know," he said, his smile faltered a bit before morphing into a grin. "Hey, I'm still saving the world, aren't I?"

Cass just chuckled, rolling her eyes at her nephew's words. The truth was, Big Hero 6 was quite inactive nowadays. It turned out that after the Yokai, or Robert Callaghan's scheme, San Fransokyo was quite a quiet place. There wasn't much heavy crime that the police couldn't handle. In the end, Hiro ended up spending his days inside of the 'nerd lab', fixing up his latest inventions and upgrading Baymax once in a while in the garage of the café.

"That's nice," Cass replied humourlessly as Hiro chuckled and looked back out of the window. "But seriously, Hiro. Everything's going to be fine, alright?"

Hiro just nodded, suddenly not being able to reply. It was fine all this time but for the future? He wasn't so sure. If he could change back time, he would've stopped his older brother from heading straight to his death or follow him, for the sake that he could end up with him wherever he was right now. But he knew deep inside that if his brother didn't die, then San Fransokyo would've been destroyed somehow.