Grieve Me

A Harsh Wake Up Call.

Sorry about the late postings. Things been a bit hectic. Please enjoy this chapter and another thing: if you're in chicago, my church is doing a play for Easter. if you want to check it out, then cool. if not, then just read the story and enjoy!

Big Hero 6 is not mine, if it was, a lot of scenarios would be going down here, you know?

If you asked Hiro how he pictured his college debut, he would have given his signature smirk and told you it would be "a piece of cake." At least, that was what he told the gang, but innerly, the poor boy was gittery. Strolling past the competition, Hiro felt small and out of place. It was an insecurity that he couldn't quite adapt to no matter how many years he has had to deal with it, so he pressed it down.

Out of sight but never quite out of mind. So for now, he'll focus on the task at hand. He wanted into this school. He wanted to find purpose in his life -

Something that always eluded him.

With that desire, formed deep doubts, like 'what if Callaghan isn't impressed? What if I mess up? What if my zipper is open through the whole thing?' At the last thought, Hiro forced himself to not look down. How uncool would it be if someone caught him looking at his zipper?

Despite the gang's best attempt to ease him, his gitters still stuck. Now he faced the crowd, on stage, feeling bare before their eyes. "Hello." the microphone screeched, causing his anxiety to rise. Hastily, he apologized.

'What do I do?' it was a quiet prayer to God to send something to swallow him, anything.

Eyeing his brother, who stood beside him, he begged for any profound advice. Tadashi smiled at Hiro, gesturing for the kid to breath and proceed. The headband sat cozily on Dashi's head, awaiting for orders of its own.

Following the other's advice, the young Hamada began anew. Voice shaking, he pressed on. "My project is about microbots." Taking one out of his pocket, he presented it to the crowd, ignoring their unimpressed look. "It may seem small but add it to the rest of its friends and things become interesting."

That was Tadashi's cue: as Hiro spoke, a hoard of microbots unleashed themselves from the bins the gang rolled in. Slithering to the platform where the hamadas stood, they began their act. The audience watched the bots morph into one as Hiro became more confident with his presentation.

Tadashi flawlessly executed his part with building a miniature tower underneath his brother and even transporting the boy upside down from the ceiling. He laughed as Hiro high fived a robotic hand he passed by. At the end of their performance, the brothers bowed politely, dashi making the bots do the same.

The whole room erupted in applause, making Hiro light on the inside. Usually his creations causes mischief but today, people actually liked his work. It felt good but what really highlighted his evening was being approached by the owner of the biggest tech company in the world - Alistair Krei.

As a businessman, whose heart was a bottomless piggy bank, Alistair's search for talent never ceased, and poor Hiro screamed of gold.

At least, Hiro's invention did.

However, he wasn't the only one looking at Hiro. Overhearing Krei's proposal to buy the microbots, Callaghan intervened. Inviting himself into the conversation, the professor commented; "Krie's right. Your microbots are an inspired piece of tech." He praised before adding. "You can continue to develop them or you can sell them to a man who is only guided by his self interest." He didn't try to hide his disdain towards the end.

"Robert - I know how you feel about me..." Alistair tried, only to be ignored while Hiro looked between the two, confused about the subtle fight he was witnessing.