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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Big_Hero_6_(2014)
  Relationship:
      Robert_Callaghan/Hiro_Hamada, Tadashi_Hamada/Hiro_Hamada
  Character:
      Hiro_Hamada, Tadashi_Hamada, Robert_Callaghan
  Additional Tags:
      WIP, Forced_Feminization, Kidnapping, more_tags_to_follow_when_i_actually
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      Published: 2015-02-27 Updated: 2015-12-18 Chapters: 5/? Words: 10016
****** Sunflowers ******
by starsinjars
Summary
     Callaghan sees his daughter in Hiro, and decides to take him as his
     own.
***** Chapter 1 *****
They say an idle mind is the devil's playground. For Hiro, that meant that it
was time for him to go to another Bot Fight.
Laying on his bed to stare at the ceiling while he tossed a tennis ball into
the air and back into his hand, he decided it to be best if he were to wait for
his brother to leave before going to check online for the latest locations.
Last time he checked while Tadashi was in the room he got a long scolding on
how his parents wouldn't want him to be wasting his time going to Bot Fights
and instead using that big brain of his to actually do something productive
with his life. He ended up missing the fight.
It wasn't even that Hiro needed the money either -- though he did make a pretty
penny -- it was just that he was bored. He's already done with high school and
he didn't need to go to his brother's 'Nerd School' either. So Bot Fighting it
was. Besides, he had to admit the adrenaline rush that he would get at a Fight
was something he would never be able to get in school.
It made him actually feel something, when he was threatened by his losing
opponents. It made him feel alive. Sure he came home with a few bruises, which
caused for his brother to get involved in the first place. But when he went to
a fight, he didn't feel like he was wasting away like he usually did. He knew
that if he actually wanted to apply himself he could go do something like his
brother was doing at his school, but it never really interested him enough to
actually make an effort to do.
So as soon after Tadashi left to go back to work on his project he was doing
for school, Hiro hopped off his bed and made his way to his computer. He
quickly pulled up the link for his possible next Bot Fight, surprised and glad
to see it wasn't that far. He picked up his bot from his desk and made his own
way out the door.
o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
Hiro mentally sighed as he watched his opponent to be's bot pulverize the
other's bot. He was waiting for the day when it would actually be a challenge,
though he doesn't mind making easy money. But until then, he could easily play
the role of the confused little boy trying to make his way through the Bot
Fighting world with his little, non-threatening bot that could actually beat
the crap out of any bots out on the streets of San Fransokyo.
A shiver creeped up Hiro's spine and he could feel a pair of eyes on him. He
turned to find the source only to peer into the crowd of spectators all focused
on the fight in front of them. He's been feeling that a lot lately, at his past
few fights. Like someone was watching him. But that couldn't be possible, who
would pay attention to a little kid like him during a Bot Fight? He couldn't
help but feel something was off and he didn't think he liked it. Maybe he
should head home instead of playing.
As the battle ended, he shook those thoughts out of his head and stepped
forward. He was already here, and this was his chance to actually feel
something. 'Time to put this show on the road,' he thought as he raised his
hand to volunteer his bot against the champion's.
o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
Surprisingly enough, after MegaBot destroyed Bottageddon or whatever the other
bot's name was, no one wanted to break his neck for hustling. He frowned, not
expecting the shrug of defeat from the former champion and the surrender of the
money. He wanted them to get mad, revolt against him. Do something.
As he walked away with his winnings in his pocket, he was completely pre-
occupied with his thoughts to hear the footsteps of someone following him.
He didn't have any time to react when an arm was placed around his neck and a
rag in front of his face. Hiro recognized the stereotypical procedure of using
chloroform on victims before quickly maneuvering out of the vice grip around
his neck by kicking the stranger's shins and making a mad dash towards the
Lucky Cat Café.
Just as he approached the café, he realized that he was leading his potential
kidnapper to his home, which was a terrible idea for so many reasons. Hiro
quickly turned a corner, heading away from the café and towards the police
station instead. Sure, he probably will get in trouble for that pesky illegal
bot fighting, but right now his safety is more important than spending a night
in jail. Actually, maybe he'd be safer spending the night in jail…
Hiro almost tripped on his footing, shaking his head and trying his best to
focus. He seriously needs to stop doing that.
Arms wrapped around his torso, and Hiro decided to take the chance to look at
his potential kidnapper. He was dressed in a black trench coat, wearing a Yokai
mask to hide his identity.
Hiro couldn't help but let out a little smirk while he struggled for his
freedom.
"What do you want? Money? It's in my pocket," Hiro said pathetically, looking
for the man's eyes through the mask. Because this had to be a man with this
frame.
"Your bot. You made it yourself?"
The voice was gruff; the man had to have been using a device to distort his
voice. Why was he asking about his bot? Did he want to replicate it? Has he
been watching his fights? Has he been the eyes that Hiro has been feeling the
past fights? Now that he thought about it, he could feel the same feeling from
the man that he usually felt when someone was watching him.
When the man shook Hiro by the shoulders, he realized he didn't answer. He
nodded.
It stopped being fun when he felt something jab at him in the arm.
Everything faded to black.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Thank you so much for all the kudo-es, comments, and bookmarks! I
     really appreciate it and it helps me write. Sorry for the delay, I
     was supposed to post this last week but I got sick. Hope you enjoy
     the chapter!
o-o-o-o-o-o-o
Chapter Two
o-o-o-o-o-o-o
Hiro blinked himself into awareness before letting out a yawn. However, it was
still too bright so he decided to keep his eyes shut for a little bit longer.
He felt really stiff, like he hadn't been moving his body for a long time.
Which was odd, because he shouldn't have been in bed for that long. Usually
Aunt Cass would wake him for breakfast from the racket she would make, singing
and dancing and whatnot downstairs. Actually, he should be able to smell the
fresh baked croissants from the oven; the extras she always made on Tuesdays
for the café were always a great way to start the day. He started to stretch to
get his bones moving. This bed felt softer than usual too –
The sound of metal clanging on the bedpost caused for Hiro to jolt. Looking to
his left he saw that his wrist was handcuffed to the bedpost. Tugging on it
proved to him that it was secure. Events of last night trickled back to him, of
winning the fight without a fight, of that masked man almost following him back
to his house. That man who may have been watching Hiro for a while, and only
decided now to make his move.
Trying his best not to panic, Hiro pushed those thoughts aside for now and
opened his eyes to look around, blinking to get them to focus. He was not in
the joint room he shared with his older brother for years, but rather a much
larger room tinted with a light beige color thanks to the curtains. He was
underneath a white silky canopy under caramel sheets, in a room void of any
pictures of people but instead littered with stuffed birds from all over the
globe in certain corners of the room with clouds hanging from the ceiling
around a small chandelier. Appeared to be a nice room weren't he chained to the
bed. Looking at the curtains, Hiro snickered at the thought of the window
having bars to prevent him from flying away. Regardless of whether or not they
did, Hiro couldn't reach the window anyway.
He checked his arm for any pricks of that needle, frowning when he realized he
wasn't wearing his blue hoodie. Or one of his red mecha shirts for that matter.
Hiro pulled the covers away and frowned in confusion when he found himself in a
plain light blue dress with long flowy white sleeves that he had mistaken for
his usual white shirt. Eyes followed the white knee high socks and Hiro lifted
the dress to find himself wearing silky lace blue panties to his mortification.
He understood chaining him to a bed; even stripping him Hiro could come up with
a few reasons why it would benefit his kidnapper. But this? Why the hell would
his kidnapper put him in a dress? What could he possibly obtain by putting him
in a dress? Or even making him wear panties? Unless he has some kind of fetish
for boys in dresses?
Hiro shuddered and decided to stop that line of thought before it was too late.
The bed he was on was of very nice quality; he hasn't felt a bed this soft...
ever. His bed at home was pretty soft don't get him wrong but this was on a
whole new scale of softness. He really felt like he was on a cloud. Hiro just
let himself take a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Deeming himself relaxed enough to actually assess the situation without having
a full blown panic attack, Hiro opened his eyes to find himself still in this
foreign room. Not that he expected to teleport back home but he supposed he
could cross off the 'just dreaming' idea off the list. Honestly, although he
was chained to the bed and in an unknown environment, Hiro was pretty
comfortable all things considered. He always pictured kidnapping situations to
have the victim locked in a cell deep underground with a flickering light bulb
his only source for light. The window proved to him that he was at least above
ground and that it was still day, if not morning.
The dress and panties were unexpected. He expected to be either naked, stripped
to the point he was basically naked, or better yet just to have remained in the
clothes he was brought in.
The lack of the captor making an appearance was to be expected as well. There
must be some cameras around. Probably waiting for Hiro to start making some
sort of fuss that demanded attention. Being incapacitated also makes sense, so
Hiro would be unable to wander off and assess his surroundings fully to be able
to plan an escape.
The man knows that Hiro made his bot, has seen his bot in action. Has seen him
playing with everyone. He should know what Hiro is capable of.
Hiro took a deep breath and couldn't help but smirk. A minor setback, but it
would make a great story to tell later on. Like the making out with Tadashi
story, though Tadashi doesn't like to talk about that. Hopefully he'll be able
to get away soon; he wouldn't want to worry Aunt Cass or Tadashi for his lack
of appearance. With luck he'll be home by dinner time.
Regardless, this was going to be fun.
Hiro was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a knock at the door.
Discarding any thought as to why his kidnapper would knock at his cell door,
Hiro immediately lay back down, hiding under the covers like it would protect
him, and tried to even his breathing by the time the door opened. Pretending to
still be asleep was the best option at this point. Footsteps approached him,
and Hiro had to restrain himself from fidgeting with all his might when there
was a dip in the bed and a hand on his shoulder.
"I know you're awake, Hiro," said an older man with a soothing voice that made
Hiro relax, oddly enough. "And I know you have lots of questions that I could
answer for you."
Hiro perked up at the thought of answers. Curiosity got the better of him.
"Could or world?" he asked as the man lifted the sheets from the boy on the
bed.
The man laughed, and Hiro frowned. Was this his kidnapper? This old man who
could probably pass as his grandfather? No way.
The man shrugged. "Depends on the questions."
Hiro had to know. "Why did you knock on the door just now? You know, instead of
just walking in?"
The man seemed taken back by this question; of all the questions to start with
he probably wasn't expecting Hiro to ask this one. He quickly recomposed
himself. "I merely wished to give you a warning that I was coming in. A typical
reason as to why anyone would knock on another's door really. I would knock at
any closed door where I know someone else is on the other side. It would be
rude otherwise."
Curiosity now satisfied, Hiro didn't hesitate. "Are you the masked man who
kidnapped me?"
The man seemed to be unfazed by Hiro's bluntness and quick transition. He
smiled at the boy. "Please, call me Robert."
Hiro pulled himself up to lean against the bedpost, giving himself more space
to breathe and move. He eyed at Robert carefully; the man was still smiling at
him. It was starting to creep him out. Hiro frowned. "You're not saying yes,
but you're not saying no either. I'm going to take that creepy smile as a yes
though."
Robert continued to smile, hand reaching outward for Hiro but Hiro recoiled
away. Robert retracted his hand with a frown before quickly smiling again. "I
wouldn't think of it as a kidnapping, Hiro. Think of it more as... assertive
adopting."
Hiro blinked. "Adopting?" Oh no what kind of sick fuck had Hiro come into
contact with? This wasn't a type of game Hiro wanted to play. He attempted to
jump off the bed but the cursed handcuff just had him flailing about. "What?
You can't just kidnap me and claim to adopt me! I already have a family!"
Robert just laughed as he pulled Hiro close to him. Hiro squirmed underneath
his touch. "Glad to see you already have the correct mindset." He placed his
head on Hiro's, ignoring the struggling.
"I don't mean you, you fucking creepy bastard!" Hiro continued to struggle for
his freedom, using as much of his strength that he had. Of course, being as
small and skinny as he was without any food it was met with minimal effort.
Hiro quickly grew tired and his attempts at freedom grew weaker and weaker.
"I don't particularly care for your language, but in time we will fix that."
Robert released Hiro when he stopped, slightly out of breath. "Hmm, more energy
than I thought you would have, but that's good! Are you hungry, Hiro?" he
asked.
The thought of food made his belly rumble, but Hiro glared at Robert. "What, so
you could feed me more drugs?" he spat.
Robert sighed. "If by 'drugs', you mean vitamins, then yes."
"Bullshit! You did not knock me out with vitamins! With that needle in my arm
last night --" Hiro reached for his arm when he paused and turned back to
Robert. "Why am I in a dress?"
Robert's smile transformed into a wide grin. "Because as my daughter I require
that you wear a dress when you are in my home." He gathered Hiro's face into
his hands. "My beautiful baby girl, I let you free to spread your wings and
someone throws you in a cage and clips your wings." He hugged Hiro tightly. "I
shan't do that again."
Hiro removed himself from Robert with tremendous effort. "What? I'm a boy, you
sick freak! Look, I'm through playing around --"
Robert snickered. “Are you, Hiro?”
That caused for Hiro to pause and frown. “What?”
Robert raised an eyebrow with a knowing smirk. “Are you sure you don’t want to
play?”
“Wha – Yeah, I’m pretty goddamn sure!”
“Right.” Robert proceeded to rise from the bed. “Look, you’re hungry. Why don’t
I fetch you some food, and afterwards we can continue to talk, hmm?”
Before Hiro could protest, his stomach let out a loud growl. Robert took that
as a sign. He turned to leave, Hiro rising after him only to be stopped by his
handcuff.
“You can’t do this to me!” he yelled after the man walking away. “You can’t
just keep me here as some sort of doll!”
With his hand on the knob, Robert laughed. He turned back to look at the
distressed boy on the bed. “Oh, Hiro,” he said as he turned and pushed the door
open. “We both know you’re so much more than just a doll.”
Ignoring the screams on the other side of his daughter’s door, Robert quickly
took out his phone to email his students that his class was canceled for today.
After it sent, in his inbox he found an email from Tadashi Hamada.
 
Good day Professor Callaghan,
Thank you again for the extensions on my assignments and lab reports. I
understand that you do not allow for these extensions under extreme
circumstances, for it disrupts the workload immensely. I'm terribly sorry to
bother you and request for another extension, but my family emergency has taken
a turn for the worst and I know that I could not for the safety of others be in
the lab with the amount of rest I've had the past week.
I have completed the class work assignments according to the syllabus, the week
of work I've missed and next month's worth of work as I have been doing extra
research for my final project, and will gladly send them to be delivered to you
by one of my classmates. However, I request that you give me another week for
the reports on my final project.
Thank you for your time.
Sincerely,
Tadashi Hamada
 
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Enter Tadashi.
Chapter Notes
     A/N: Hey guys, sorry this took so long! Life and stuff. Moving to
     another country takes a lot of your time, you know? Never thought I'd
     be one of those people, but here I am over 8k miles away from home.
     God it’s the worst thing, and I wanted to do GISHWHES for the first
     time this year. Next year I suppose.
     Anyway.
     Thank you so much for the positive feedback, it really means so much
     to me. I hope you enjoy the update!
     By the way, I have only seen the movie so I'm taking liberties with a
     few things. This takes place before the movie (Sunfire? Really?) as
     you will see below. I am also not a tech whiz, so let me bs some tech
     stuff as well.
     Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
o-o-o
Chapter Three
o-o-o
Dear Mr. Hamada,
I understand that you are having a family emergency but with the amount of
school you have been missing it would be very difficult for you to be able to
keep up. If the situation is really that dire I would suggest that you halt
your studies and continue where you left off next semester. With the semester
halfway finished this may seem a bit harsh but as you understand my course is a
very rigorous one and work must be done in order to remain in it.
However, as you are one of the brightest pupils in my classes, I will accept
your school work. If I find it to be with little errors I will allow another
extension, this one lasting the extra month your work has provided. However,
please be aware that this extension would be your last.
I wish you all the best with your family.
Sincerely,
Professor Robert Callaghan
Head of Robotics Department
 San Fransokyo Institute of Technology
Tadashi stopped scrolling and exited out of his email.
Well, he wasn't expecting to get an extra month but he wasn't about to punch a
gift horse in the mouth. He knew his work was fine, like Professor Callaghan
said he was one of the brightest. It was actually some stuff that he had went
over with Hiro when his little brother was starting to show interest in
robotics.
Hiro...
Tadashi wanted to hit something, but he knew that wouldn't solve anything. A
part of him can't help but blame himself, but he knew that blaming himself
wouldn't help his situation either.
Tadashi should have known by that spaced out, bored look in his eyes that his
little brother wasn't paying attention to him that night. Tadashi knew that it
would take for Hiro to get in serious trouble to actually take the danger
seriously. But what did Hiro define to be "serious trouble"? Tadashi would have
thought that those fractured/broken bones and losing his front teeth would make
Hiro really consider the danger he was in. While his brother may be a genius he
was still a single fourteen-year-old boy in an alley filled with thugs and gang
members -- people desperate enough to hurt others because they have nothing to
lose.
According to Hiro, those alleyways are just filled with people who just need
something extra that their life can't already provide them.
More often than not, Tadashi wonders just what is it Hiro needs from there that
he can't get from Tadashi or Aunt Cass.
Tadashi sighed. Hiro's been doing bot fights since he finished high school all
those years ago. While Hiro is young, he is still brilliant enough to get past
the extremely busy Aunt Cass when she's preoccupied with the Café. Though they
didn't really need money enough to do something as drastic as Bot Fighting.
Tadashi frowned. He doesn't know what Hiro does with the money. It would help
with the school bills, because even with his full ride scholarship Aunt Cass
can't pay for everything. But Hiro couldn’t possibly know about that.
Tadashi himself hasn't ever been to a bot fight, with or without his brother.
He didn't ever have the time. He was always at school, either in class or
working on his end of year project at the lab with everyone else. Sometimes
even spending days at a time there. Tadashi has been meaning to bring Hiro in,
but only after he was sure that Baymax was perfect so that Hiro would be so
impressed that he'd take interest in school.
The times he does come home, he doesn't have much energy to really do much
except rest. When he does talk to Hiro, it's usually to dissuade him from
leaving more than anything else. He knows he’s been pretty secretive about what
he does in school, but Tadashi doesn’t remember Hiro ever actually pushing the
subject on what he does that he needs to spend days there. Which meant he
wasn’t interested enough to know.
Tadashi realized now that he should have pushed himself and just gone with Hiro
to the fights. Bot Fighting was more of an addiction than anything else and
Hiro was too stubborn to change something he claimed he needed.
Still, what's done is done and even though science has progressed to such an
advanced level, time travel was not possible. Yet. Tadashi had to stop blaming
himself; it wasn’t going to change anything.
The only thing he could do now is try and find where his brother could have
gone. Tadashi knew there could only be one reason why Hiro never came back from
his fight. But he refused to think such of grim endings and would only believe
it when he actually saw and touched his little brother’s body with a still
heart and lungs without a breath in front of him.
Deep down, Tadashi knew it wouldn’t be much of a surprise. His brother was
brilliant and could easily swindle everyone out of their money with his
technologically advanced harmless-looking bot beyond their understanding. Those
thugs on the street wouldn’t appreciate losing their “hard-earned” money to a
kid who basically just hustled them.
He shook his head.
Tadashi knows his brother, or at least likes to think he does. He knows that
Hiro wasn’t an idiot -- far from it -- and knew how to keep himself safe. Most
of the time.
Thoughts of Hiro making it home limping, holding onto his dislocated shoulder,
and covered in blood with a silly grin on his face like he didn’t even care
came into mind without Tadashi’s consent and he quickly shook his head again to
push it away.
The most optimal window to find a missing person is within three days. Within
72 hours, or the case becomes impossible to solve and stone cold.
It’s been over a week. Over 168 hours.
Tadashi rubbed his face, closed his eyes, and tried to focus. The police had
all but given up, so they claim. Tadashi hadn’t seen any effort coming from
them, but he understood why. Aunt Cass hasn’t stopped crying since they told
her they had to close the case because there weren’t enough clues to follow
through and too much time has passed. To accept the fact that her nephew was
gone and would most likely never return.
According to the intel, no one had seen Hiro since Tadashi had that night
around 8:30pm.
However, Tadashi knew that was wrong because Hiro definitely went to a fight.
He only takes Megabot when he’s going to a fight. Otherwise Hiro’s homemade bot
would be at home on Hiro’s desk. Then again, Tadashi knew that anyone present
at the fight wouldn’t say anything anyway. Bot Fighting was illegal after all.
It was probably for the best; even if Hiro was a minor they really didn’t need
to add something like that to his record.
She’s still a mess, but the Lucky Cat Café was still open for business. It just
closes earlier than before, when Aunt Cass was able to actually walk a few
steps without falling apart. Tadashi let a small smile grace his face. He was
so grateful for his friends with the assist, being able to take on some shifts
at the Café when they weren’t working on their own final projects and
schoolwork. But while they were optimistic at first, after the fifth day he
knew that they were just waiting for Tadashi to give up like they have. Like
the police have. Not that they said anything, but Tadashi could see the pitiful
looks in their eyes when they thought he wasn’t looking.
If anyone thought that Tadashi Hamada was going to give up on his little
brother, then they clearly did not know him. They didn’t know Hiro, and that he
was someone you didn’t just give up on. Tadashi knew that more than anyone
else, maybe even more so than Hiro himself. That worried Tadashi more than
anything, that Hiro didn’t know his own value and worth. His brilliant, lovable
younger brother who was worth so much more than he gave himself credit for.
He sighed. As much as Tadashi hated to admit it, Hiro was more brilliant than
him concerning tech. It wouldn’t even surprise Tadashi if Hiro was the one who
would make time travel possible in the future.
If only Hiro didn’t sextuple encrypt all of his bot fighting information,
Tadashi would probably be able to investigate more than the cops could with
their limited information. Couldn’t let the cops know that his little brother
did illegal bot fights after all.
Why did he ever go back to school that night?
Again, Tadashi wanted to bash his head in for doing that. He should have stayed
with Hiro; he should have went with him to the fight; he should have…
But what’s done is done.
The Dealer of Life dealt Tadashi his cards and he needs to decide what to do
with them. He couldn’t discard; he couldn’t exchange. He could only make do
with what he had.
He just needed a new angle. An angle that everyone missed.
Absentmindedly, Tadashi picked up and firmly squeezed the vinyl material he had
left over from the production for Baymax. It wasn’t much, but it gave his hands
something to do. He wrung the vinyl as tightly as he could, trying to take out
all his frustration on something that wouldn’t hurt himself or anything else…
Tadashi froze and looked at his hands.
Baymax. That night, Tadashi left Hiro to his own devices to work on Baymax at
school late into the morning. That afternoon, when Hiro had yet to come home or
leave any indication of where he was, Tadashi knew that something was wrong the
moment he saw Aunt Cass’s caller ID picture of the three of them on his phone.
So he brought all of his work home as he left with his aunt to help with the
search for his brother.
Tadashi dropped the vinyl and made a mad dash to the garage.
While Hiro may no longer be in school, that doesn’t mean that he should no
longer have access to tech to mold and create. Megabot was a homemade bot after
all. The garage was Hiro’s workstation. The workstation that Tadashi never
really spent time in. Tadashi swore that after Hiro was found he would put his
brother first before everything else, like he used to.
It might not be the labs of the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology, but
Tadashi was impressed. The tech that Hiro had to work with was the most
advanced equipment on the market. Maybe this is where the Bot Fighting money
went? It was more than enough for what Tadashi had in mind.
Tadashi inserted the blue chip he found on the table into the external slot and
found it to be without any data. He grinned as he took a seat in Hiro’s swivel
chair. Excellent. He could work with this.
Baymax was still in production. Basically finished, but could still be
modified. Tadashi had already programmed the medical aspect of him, with over
thousands of medical procedures all in that green chip that made Baymax
Baymax. 
But that doesn’t mean that he couldn’t still get upgraded.
Tadashi looked up as much forensic techniques he could possibly find and
thought to be useful to place into the chip. Not only limiting it to just
missing persons, but also methods to deal with trafficking, murder, arson, and
any other crime he could find relating to the welfare of people. It was better
to be safe than sorry.
Baymax would not be a weapon, would never be if Tadashi had anything to do
about it. But the robot could be the detective as well as the medic to help
make the world a better place.
Tadashi watched the files download onto the chip, thousands of techniques and
methods and kept adding more. He decided to add some mystery novels in there as
well, to help Baymax’s deductive reasoning. Of course, Baymax’s main purpose
would always be to help people.
And if Baymax only helped him find his brother, then that was enough for him.
Chapter End Notes
     A/N: This was more to introduce Tadashi. The dark stuff should pick
     back up next chapter. I already have some of the next chapter planned
     out (It was supposed to be included in this but I thought it was
     starting to get too long.) so hopefully it won’t take too long for
     the next update. I kinda wanna finish my Gravity Falls stuff first
     though, so we’ll see.
     Thanks for reading and have a marvelous day/evening!
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Let's lay down some rules.
Chapter Notes
     Basically: Callaghan kidnapped Hiro and Tadashi is working on Baymax
     to help him find his brother, unaware that his professor has him.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
o-o-o
Hiro hasn't worn an outfit like this since he was trying to pass as a girl to
get free drinks at a bar. His first and only time. Now that was an interesting
way to pass the time. Finding the dress was more challenging than he thought it
would be, and might as well commit entirely and get the undergarments while he
was at it. What a shame that he couldn't even keep the damn thing. Was
completely shocked to see Tadashi there, and probably could have kept the
charade even longer than their little make out session shouldn't he have
slipped.
But damn how hot Tadashi looked in those skin tight, black leather jeans.
Hiro shook his head. He really needed to do something about his thoughts going
off-track like that. It was because of him being too preoccupied with his
thoughts that gave opportunity and allowed for the masked man to catch him, and
how he found himself in this unfortunate predicament.
There was a pause in the clanging of silverware. "What's wrong? I know you must
be hungry. You haven't eaten solid food in a while and I'm sure your body will
appreciate the change instead of an IV or soup."
Hiro looked at the man who had him chained to a bed while wearing a dress.
"Define 'a while'."
Robert just smiled and continued to eat his own food. He had brought two trays,
both being able to stand to allow for meals in bed. So lunch in bed it would
seem. Assuming it was late morning/early afternoon. Hiro's perception of time
was all out of sync, but he was pretty sure from the window it was about noon.
Only one plate was filled with food: meatloaf, mashed potatoes and assorted
veggies. How boring. What he wouldn't give for one of Aunt Cass' cinnamon rolls
right now. Hell, he'd lock himself up in his room for x amount of time while
wearing a dress if that's what it took... Oh wait.
He really wanted to get up and walk around. Be it to look for another escape
route that he couldn't see from the bed, or to stretch his legs which was
desperately craved after being bedridden for only Robert knows long – but he
supposed that was ultimately Robert's decision. Robert's choice, as well as any
action Hiro would be allowed to do, with him being chained to the bed and all
that.
Robert wouldn't specify for how long he's been here and that bothered Hiro a
lot. Has he been here for more than a day?
Robert placed some potatoes on the other plate before handing it to Hiro.
Afterwards, he set himself up to eat beside him, freeing one of Hiro's hands to
eat with a spoon, the least threatening piece of cutlery. As he placed it in
front of the boy in the bed, he said, "Eat, Hiro. You need to adjust to regular
meals."
Hiro stared at his plate. Just mashed potatoes for his captive. Nothing too
strenuous if he's been stuck on a soup/IV diet for several days, since it's
looking to be more than twelve hours unfortunately.
What would Aunt Cass and Tadashi do if he didn't ever come home after being
gone for at least twelve hours?
That was a thought he did not want to divulge in just yet. Perhaps not ever,
until he got out of here. Which will be soon if he could make sure of it. It
was a hindrance, but as soon as he was alone he could look for something to
pick the lock and figure out how to get the hell away from this weirdo
kidnapper.
Hiro pushed away his plate of mashed potatoes. It was tempting to eat, since he
was starving, but children are always told to never take candy from strangers.
Or mashed potatoes for that matter. "Why would I willingly eat something served
by my kidnapper, who could possibly drug my food?" he simply asked, poking the
potatoes with his spoon. He even scooped some up, just to drop them back onto
the plate. "At least give me a croissant or something I'm used to."
Robert placed a hand on Hiro's own holding the spoon. "Stop playing with your
food, Hiro. It's beneath you." Hiro had to raise an eyebrow to that, but did
what he was told. Content, Robert removed his hand and continued, "Eating
pastries isn't what a growing young woman needs. Look at yourself, Hiro. You're
so lanky, your body structure so fragile…"
Hiro did not like where this conversation was heading. "I don't like mashed
potatoes," he curtly replied, mind on other matters.
How long has he been missing? If it's been more than 12 hours without him
checking back with her, or Tadashi, then he's in deep trouble. Not only in
trouble, but would confirm Aunt Cass's worst fear that something bad happened
to him.
Robert said, "Now I know that's not true. French fries were your favorite food
for at least six months. Unfortunately, French fries aren't too healthy." The
clanging of silverware was back, as Robert continued with his food where he
left off.
"And mashed potatoes covered in butter is?" Hiro replied absentmindedly. Not
that all his Bot Fights ended up successful for the most part. Even if he came
home bruised and worse for wear, Aunt Cass never said anything. Since he was
pretty good at hiding his injuries from her, as long as he was home when she
looked for him. Aunt Cass didn't mind.
Robert paused in eating, then chuckled. "I suppose not, but it would be some
fat that your body does need."
Hiro mentally sighed, looking at his full plate. To be completely honest, Aunt
Cass probably does mind. She probably knows all about the injuries. However,
she didn't believe she had the authority to stop him. She was only his aunt
after all, and super busy with the café. With this, this could be the catalyst.
He was going to be in so much trouble.
Hiro took a bite of the potatoes. But he couldn't stop Bot Fighting. How else
would they have the money to keep the café open, or pay for Tadashi's
schooling, or all his tech in the garage converted workshop?
But most importantly, how else would he relieve his boredom?
Robert placed his hand on Hiro's shoulder, causing for him to jump out of his
thoughts. "What's wrong?"
Hiro sighed, this time out loud. He looked at the man who currently controlled
basically all of his actions. "What are you playing at here?" he asked,
genuinely wanting an answer and figuring that being blunt was his best option.
"What, am I supposed to replace your dead daughter or something?"
Robert shrugged, putting aside his empty plate and Hiro's barely touched one
beside them on the other side of the bed. He then sat beside Hiro and wrapped
an arm around him, making Hiro as stiff as a board. He pulled up his legs and
cradled them close to his body in response.
"You're pretty close." He smiled that grandfatherly smile of his, which didn't
comfort Hiro at all. "I'm actually surprised at how calm you're currently
acting. I know it's not because of the food, because you – wisely if I may say
so myself – refuse to eat."
Hiro couldn't help it. He smirked. "So the food is poisoned. I knew it."
Robert shook his head with a small smile. "There's nothing but nutrients and
good health in that food for you, Hiro." He narrowed his eyes and smirked.
There we go, there's that sinister look that lets Hiro know he's in trouble.
"But I suppose I haven't explained the rules properly."
Rules. Right. This was all a game. Hiro narrowed his eyes. "I'm listening."
"Her name was Abigail. Abi for short. She was brilliant, not too different from
you, Hiro." He paused and looked at Hiro expectantly.
Hiro didn't know what to do with that information. So he shrugged.
Robert chuckled before continuing, "She was always bored, always looking for
something to do. Games were very important to her, almost as important as they
are to you."
Damn, not even Tadashi knew that aspect of him. At least, he hoped not.
"Her bots always had a theme of aviation. I was able to help push her to focus
on the idea of flight, hence the décor of the room." He picked up a duck plush
from the night stand and placed it next to Hiro for comfort. "Through that
dedication, she was able to become a world-class pilot second to none."
The rush of a Bot Fight, the feeling of adrenaline when his opponent realized
he's been swindled. Hiro picked up the duck and squeezed tight, as if it was
the source of all his troubles. The beatings he could probably do less of
those, but every now and again it felt good. It felt like he was alive, feeling
something.
Robert placed his hand on Hiro's shoulder, jolting him from his thoughts. The
elderly man chuckled. "Really need to fix that habit of yours. Abi used to be
the same."
"We're playing House," Hiro interrupted. He put down the duck, unfolded his
legs and looked at Robert. "She died out in the field, flying or whatever, and
now you need someone to fill that void she left behind."
Robert smiled sadly as he placed an arm around Hiro with the pretense of a one-
armed hug. He rubbed it, attempting comfort. "You were always brilliant, Hiro."
Hiro tried to free himself from the man's grasp to no avail. "Dude, that's
fucked up." He shook his head. "You can't just expect me to become your dead
daughter. That's – what kind of sick game is that?"
Robert raised an eyebrow. "Don't think you can do it?"
"I didn't say that." Shit! He's trying to corner him into playing. Hiro might
be willing to do a lot of stuff for any sense of relief, be it Bot Fights,
sneaking into bars dressed as a girl to get free drinks, or even leaking out a
cracked, better freeware software costing the developers millions because no
one reasonable would shell out that amount of money on just one program, but
this is one of those things that he knows he should steer clear away from.
"This is crossing some serious boundaries for me."
Robert smirked. "That sounds like you can't do it."
He's trying to play the pride card, which unfortunately Hiro has the matching
set of. "I could totally be a girl if I wanted to," he argued, burying his own
grave. "I've done it several times already and only stopped because - "
Eyes wide at what he just revealed, information that no one but himself knew,
Hiro clapped his hands over his mouth and shut up after that. Robert raised an
eyebrow, but said nothing. He stood up and pat Hiro on the head, rubbing it in
a certain way that made Hiro sleepy. Hiro unconsciously leaned towards the
hand, causing for Robert to smile. "Glad to see you're on board, Hiro," he
murmured.
Hiro was struggling to keep his eyes open and stay awake. How did the drugs
enter his system…?
He ate some potatoes. "They were drugged that fucking liar."
In the distance someone laughed. Probably that fucking liar.
Robert started, "Few ground rules. One, you get to keep your first name. I know
you're not mine, and I'm not going to change everything. Your first name is one
of them. On paper though, your name will be different. But we're not up to that
stage just yet."
Hiro just struggled to keep awake, unable to process anything with the rubbing.
"M'kay," he replied, slowly nodding off.
"Second, you're always going to be in a dress. Maybe later we will move towards
skirts and skorts, but for now it's always going to be dresses."
"Wha?" Hiro slurred. "M' shorts were comfy," he was able to say somewhat
coherently. Robert just shook his head.
"They're too masculine for you at the moment. I need you to embrace your
feminine side and dresses are the easiest way to do so, apparel wise. I see
you're tired so I'll just explain one more rule.
"Third, and this is where the game gets fun. If you manage to get past
everything and escape this home, you're allowed to choose whether or not to
come back inside and continue playing, or quit. If you decide to quit, I won't
go after you and you're free to pretend this game never happened. Understand?"
The boy nodded. "Tha's important," Hiro said, struggling to remember everything
with all this haze that comes with being half asleep.
Robert smirked. "I think you'll find, Hiro, by that time you wouldn't even
dream of leaving me."
At this point, Hiro fell asleep. Gently, Robert tucked his daughter in under
the covers. He grabbed the dishes, shaking his head when he came across Hiro's
potatoes. He didn't eat enough, but with the rubbing he was able to fall asleep
and was able to gloss through all the rules. He probably won't remember much of
the meal, which is okay because the conversation over it was the most important
thing.
He needed was for Hiro's confirmation and consent to play. Some people would
think that drugging your captive while getting answers makes the answers false,
but Robert liked to think he made Hiro more honest by feeding him the potatoes.
He stepped out of the room, turning off the lights behind him to let his
daughter rest. Contrary to what Hiro thought, it was already past four in the
afternoon. After this though, no more naps. He didn't intend to baby Hiro to
that age. Hiro is fourteen, so that's how old his daughter was.
He needs to send another email to his classes for delay until further notice.
Family emergency and all that. His absences allowed more time for both himself
to bond with Hiro, and his students' final assignments. Luckily, everyone was
working on their thesis projects. Even Tadashi Hamada would be able to continue
to the next term at this rate, even after missing a week of school.
Should he be able to handle the idea of abandoning his missing brother, that
is.
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Chapter End Notes
     A/N: Sorry guys, life has got me busy and this chapter didn't want to
     be written. That animation school life.
     Thanks for reading!
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     Hiro and Robert "bond" some more.
Chapter Notes
     Thank you for all the comments! Sorry my internet is terrible and
     it's really difficult to reply. But know that I appreciate all of
     them very much and they help me keep this story going.
     I had a lot of trouble with this chapter, but hopefully it's okay.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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Chapter Five
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He didn't know where this obsession with games came from. Maybe it was after
they had to live with Aunt Cass and adopted Moshi because Hiro always wanted a
pet and Aunt Cass decided they were cat people. Maybe it was before, when Hiro
was showing brilliance at school to the point where nothing was ever a
challenge for him.
Maybe it was when he realized his feelings for Tadashi.
In any case, this love of games was always more dangerous than expected, but
Hiro couldn't deny it was entertaining. He lives for the adrenaline that games
provide for him, danger just one of the many perks of trying to feel alive in a
boring world. Like Bot Fighting. Sure it's illegal and dangerous because most
people don't take kindly to being hustled, but the thrill of the risks involved
is too good to pass up.
Never has it been this extreme, however.
So yes, he can humor Robert if he wanted to, but he knew that he was in serious
danger with this deranged man who expected him to play his daughter in this
game of Life.
But at this point, it would seem his only action would be to play. He just had
to be very careful, with the amount of potential hazards that could end in a
permanent Game Over for him. That he was definitely not ready for. Robert might
be pretending otherwise, but Hiro knew he was basically the man's hostage and
subjected to his every whim. He would like to be subjected to drugs as little
as possible.
Hiro could – and would – make the most of a bad situation, and he will find a
way to win. He just doesn't know how yet.
As the door swung open with their breakfast, Hiro allowed for a small smile to
grace his face for a moment.
Because in the end, he always does.
"Good morning, Hiro. You look happy," Robert said as he set up their breakfast
of fruit. He offered an apple to Hiro, who shook his head.
Still smiling, the boy replied sweetly, "I rather not be drugged again, but
thank you for the food." He pushed aside the offered water as well.
Robert smiled himself as he bit into the apple. "I see that you're ready to
play. That's great. And about time." Hiro just watched him, trying not to show
just how hungry he really was. Robert laughed as he offered the various fruits
to Hiro. The offered fruit were apples, strawberries, bananas, grapes, and a
lone persimmon.
"None of them are tainted. Even the water is clean." He took the glass and
poured some over to his own before drinking it. "Everything is clean."
Hiro was still suspicious, but acting suspicious is not how a daughter would be
when her father offers her food. Even though he's been drugged quite a number
of times he wasn't comfortable with, Hiro decided that Robert was telling the
truth. He finally decided to play, after all.
Hiro grabbed a strawberry and twisted the leaves on top to pull them off before
popping it in his mouth. Mmm. He was hungrier than he realized as he grabbed a
handful.
Robert laughed again. "Had a feeling you would go for the strawberries. They
were always Abi's favorite." He picked one up, inspecting it before taking a
bite. "Knew I was right in choosing you."
Hiro didn't comment, using his consumption of fruit as a reason not to answer.
Wouldn't want to speak with a full mouth, it's rude. With the strawberries
finished he decided to take a banana since he wasn't ready to talk yet.
He remembered the last time he was able to eat a banana at home. After that,
they were officially banned from the house. Sure Aunt Cass still got some, but
they were strictly for the banana bread and muffins for the café, not for the
Hamada household. Tadashi was really adamant about keeping Hiro away from the
bananas.
Hiro grinned at the memory as he quietly and slowly ate his banana, reveling in
the taste and the memory of Tadashi's blushing face.
"Something you'd like to share, Hiro?"
"Just thinking about my brother, and how much he hates when I eat bananas,"
Hiro replied pleasantly, but was widening his eyes as words left his mouth
without consent. It happened earlier too, truths that were better left hidden
being revealed by Hiro's own accord, when it simply wasn't the case. Banana
forgotten, his mind was frantic. Why was he speaking the truth to this crazy
man who held him against his will? Was he still on drugs? But Robert promised -
A hand on his shoulder jolted him from his thoughts. A finger wiping tears had
Hiro confused. He was crying? "It's alright to let it out," Robert said as he
rubbed his shoulders gently and pulled him in for a hug.
"What did you do to me?" Hiro half-demanded, half-sobbed, as he started to
tremble. He curled himself up into a ball to hide away. He wanted to be alone,
yet really craved for Robert's presence. Something was definitely wrong.
"Shhh. it's alright. I'm here for you, sweetheart." Robert pulled him in for a
sudden hug, which had Hiro internally cringing as his body welcomed the
comfort.
"Get offa me – I can't breathe." Hiro's muffled protests went to deaf ears as
Robert cradled him close and tight.
"It's okay, baby, I'm right here for you." Soon it became a struggle for Hiro
to breathe. He started coughing, gasping for air, but Robert was lost in his
own world. There were tears streaming down the old man's face. "I won't let
them take you away from me again," he whispered before loosening his hold on
his captive. Hiro coughed, gasping for air as he rubbed his neck.
Robert blinked, back to reality. He then looked away, as if he was ashamed.
"I'm sorry for hurting you, Hiro."
Without thinking, Hiro replied, "If you were really sorry, you wouldn't have
done it."
There was a tense silence, and for a second Hiro couldn't breathe, couldn't
think, and he was afraid when Robert sighed as if he resigned something to
fate.
"I'm glad you're comfortable enough to be honest with me, Hiro, but you might
want to be careful. I wouldn't want to punish you," the man said, and Hiro
really should have stopped making snarky comebacks if he valued his life.
But he couldn't control his big stupid mouth and found himself snorting.
"Punish me how? Going to spank me or something?"
That evil glint in Robert's eye was all the warning he got when Hiro suddenly
found his wrists pinned down, tray of leftover fruit forgotten and on the
floor. He gasped as Robert easily maneuvered around the chains to lay Hiro's
stomach on his lap.
Hiro wasn't stupid. "No way you're serious," he said out of disbelief of what
apparently was about to happen. He hasn't been spanked in years. Not since
Tadashi –
The first smack was loud, and Hiro hissed in pain at the blunt force of it. The
loose, light material of the dress and panties did little to buffer the hand to
his butt. The second one was with just as much force, and Hiro had to bite back
the tears that threatened to fall.
"You suggested it," Robert said simply as he went for another whack. He hushed
the boy trying his best to hold in his sobs in his lap. "How many strawberries
did you eat times five divided by two?"
It was an easy calculation that Hiro could have done in his sleep in less than
a second. "Ten," he replied with a yelp as another smack had him cowering in
pain and squirming. Why was he acting so off? This is now how he usually plays
the game. Was it the –
"Count them out loud. That's how much you'll get."
"Five!" Hiro yelled, biting his lip. He twisted his legs and stabbed his palm
with his nails. He was not getting turned on by this. He was not getting turned
on by this. He was not –
"Six," he coughed out, closing his eyes and thinking of anything that would
stop his dick from becoming fully hard. Those big fat gangster guys who he
always defeated in Bot Fights dressed in thongs. Eww.
"Seven." Wait, the panty he had on that time at the bar was a thong. Tadashi
looked really good and probably went commando that night.
"Eight!" Stop thinking about Tadashi! It's not helping! Hiro just hoped to
whatever deity out there that Robert didn't notice.
Just as the ninth smack was about to land on his sore bottom, Robert paused.
Of course he noticed; there wasn't a god.
He snickered. He fucking snickered. "Oh, Hiro, no wonder you suggested this."
He started to laugh, and Hiro could feel his face turn hot and red. Of course
this was going to happen. This was not going according to plan.
"If you need any help, baby, you only need to tell me. Ask and ye shall
receive," Robert whispered in his ear, creating a shiver down Hiro's spine as
Robert lifted the dress and pulled down the panties. Frozen in place, Hiro
couldn't react as the panties went to his ankles and onto the floor. Robert
glided his fingers along Hiro's ass and the boy tensed up.
This cannot be happening. "I think I'll pass!" The pitch of Hiro's voice was
way too high. He closed his eyes as his ass was fondled, feeling warm. The loud
slap sent another jolt straight to Hiro's cock and he fidgeted. "Nine." Hiro
was breathless, rubbing his legs uncomfortably. Why was he so hot and bothered
about this? What happened?
What threw him for a loop was the soft gentle tap of… "Ten?"
He looked up at Robert, who smiled fondly. "That'll be all," he said as he slid
Hiro off of his lap and stood up to pick up all the fruit on the floor. He
ignored the panties, which Hiro quickly picked up, but didn't put back on.
He needed to know. "That's it?" Hiro asked, confused and left hanging. It was
not a feeling he enjoyed. "You're not going to…"
After placing all the fallen fruit back on the tray on the side table, Robert
sat back down on the bed. "You said you wanted a pass," Robert replied simply.
He raised an eyebrow, smoothing the bed sheets. Grinning, he pulled Hiro back
next to him, rubbing his shoulders.
He whispered in Hiro's ear, "Or did you?"
"I…" Hiro was confused. A part of him wanted Robert to do something, and yet
another knew it would be wrong. But another part of him needed something. It
was hot; he was burning up. Everything was messed up and Hiro's mind was hazy.
The shoulder rubbing felt like cool relief. Hiro sighed happily, easing into
the man's touch.
"Give in, Hiro," Robert murmured softly, hands moving down Hiro's lithe frame
and laying him down on the bed. He kissed his cheek, wiping away the tears down
the boy's face.
"Let me take care of you."
Hiro didn't even realize he was crying until Robert lifted his chin for a kiss.
The soft lips of the man were like ice against Hiro's burning skin, and he was
suddenly craving for more when Robert pulled away. Without intention, Hiro let
out a soft groan of protest and heard Robert laugh in the distance. "I…" Hiro
started, grabbing onto his dress and twisting the fabric around, ripping parts
of it in the process. He needed something – anything – to stop this heat from
consuming him.
Robert shook his head. "Perhaps another time," he said, trailing his hand from
Hiro's lips down his chest to his crotch. He laughed again when Hiro let out a
soft whine. The boy was so uncomfortable in his own skin. "Look at you, you
ruined your blue dress." Robert sighed and shook his head, as if disappointed.
Hiro didn't want that.
Hiro was panting. Something was wrong. His own body was betraying him and he
fumbled his first move.
"Really wasn't expecting you to take the banana," Robert said, to himself than
Hiro. He shrugged and chuckled. "But I should have known better. You're at that
age after all." He walked over to the closet and pulled out another dress with
matching undergarments. This one was a soft yellow, had slightly puffy sleeves,
and laid it next to Hiro. "Here's your outfit for today."
"Why?" Hiro begged, reaching out but Robert was just out of his grasp with the
damn chains.
Robert sat back beside him. "Shh, baby, it's okay," he comforted. "Let me take
care of you," he said as he placed his hand up Hiro's dress and had his fingers
barely glide over Hiro's half hard cock.
Hiro let out a whine as Robert kissed him again, lowering the pair down on the
bed. The man pinned Hiro's arms over his head, not wanting to risk the tiny,
yet still possible, threat of being strangled with the chains.
Hiro was too gone to realize he could have done something to aid in his escape.
Right now escaping was the last thing on his mind. He needed touch. The pinned
wrists prevented him from pulling Robert closer as he deepened the kiss,
opening his mouth to taste a mixture of bitter coffee and a slight sweet
aftertaste of strawberry.
Robert laughed as Hiro moaned into the kiss. He trailed his fingers down and
under the ripped fabric, unbuttoning it from the front. It was a smooth relief
from the heat and Hiro arched into the touch, needing the cool comfort Robert's
fingers provided.
A part of him was screaming, telling him that this was all wrong and that he
had have been drugged again. That Robert was a liar and did something to the
fruit. But Hiro didn't care at the moment; his mind too jumbled from the
drugged fruit to really take into consideration his current actions that would
probably screw him over later on in this what was a severely rigged game.
"Robert," Hiro breathed as the man broke the kiss for the two to breathe.
"Tell me what you want, sweetheart," Robert murmured as he closed his fingers
around Hiro's hard cock.
Panting, Hiro shook his head. "I…" Hiro breathed, biting his lip. He was better
than this. He needs to think this through. He pushed himself off Robert and
took deep breaths, trying to reclaim his composure.
He managed to get out, "What did you do to the fruit?"
Robert sighed, slowly getting up. "Just added some few things to help my
daughter grow right." He narrowed his eyes at the boy in front of him, grinning
wickedly.
"You say no now, but soon it wouldn't matter."
And without another word the man left the room, leaving Hiro trembling at the
realization of what could have been.
And what might happen soon, if what Robert parting words had any merit.
Soon it'll be Game Over for him.
And that absolutely cannot happen.
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Chapter End Notes
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