So, you all may have noticed (aside from entertaining almost every plot bunny I try to corral) I have a thing for writing a certain type of fic .I figured out what I'm good at and am sticking to it dammit. Any hoo, this will probably be short like Say You'll Haunt Me but with a slightly different tone.

That actually means...very, very little. So since the story descriptions on ffnet are woefully lacking, here's a tag list from the AO3 posting so you guys know what yer in for a bit better.

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage

Categories: F/M, M/M

Fandom: Big Hero 6 (2014)

Relationships: Hiro Hamada/Tadashi Hamada, TBA - Relationship

Characters: Hiro Hamada, Tadashi Hamada, Cass Hamada

Additional Tags: Blood, Dark Magic, Black Humor, Secrets, ressurection of the dead

Language:English

Let's jump right in!

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Hiro... his baby brother's blood was so delicious. The fact that the younger Hamada so willingly offered it made it much, much sweeter. Hiro sat in his lap, almost a ragdoll. Writhing, keening as Tadashi fed from him, fueling his libido. Pushing his desire for the teen to the limit.

"Nii-tan...onegai...onegai...ahhhn...!" he whined over and over.

Exhaustion finally claimed the younger and he nearly passed out. Looking serene and angelic in his anemic haze. How Tadashi wanted nothing more than to fully...enjoy... his pretty sibling.

.

Kami-sama, he truly was a monster now.

He loves you. Enough to offer himself to you so completely.

He shouldn't have to do this! Th-this isn't natural. I'm not natural. I died-

And dear Hiro-kun couldn't live without you. So he found a way to bring you back.

How? This makes no sense. Neither does the thought of wanting to have sex my little brother!

Please. After all he went through to have you back? He would gladly spread his legs for his nii~tan. Didn't you hear him? What did you think he was begging for?

Shut up.

Nii-tan...please...please, more!

Shut up!

Nii~tan...please...please, take my cherry~!

SHUT UP!

Claim him properly and I will.

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Heat from the fire had bore down on him as he searched the burning exhibition hall. Smoke stung his eyes, scoured his lungs yet he continued to call out for his idol who he feared for. Something creaked above him and part of the ceiling gave way. Pain, agony began in his back but quickly blossomed through to his torso as he found himself forced to to the ground. Blood quickly pooled around him, pouring forth faster as he attempted to sit up. Tadashi couldn't feel his legs anymore but the more he struggled the more he hurt and bled. Within seconds, an eternity to a panicked mind, he realized the reason.

A falling beam had paralyzed him. By impaling his body straight through his back and driving itself into the floor. No escape now. Oh how he hoped the same fate hadn't befallen the professor-

Wait what was that chittering noise?

From his limited and rapidly blurring vantage point, Tadashi could barely make out person shaped blob in the inferno being swallowed up by whatever was making that sound.

A flash occurred and then, nothing.

Tadashi Hamada never even heard the sound of the explosion that killed him.

"GAH!"

Bolting upright, Tadashi sat up panting covered in sweat. What the fuck kind of dream was that?!

He took stock of himself and immediately realized something was off. Way off.

Firstly he was on the floor of his room. Not exactly odd. Both he and the knucklehead were known to obsess over a project until they eventually just passed out where they stood. Or sat. Though he hadn't done that in months, not since finalizing the key components of Baymax's AI. Hiro lay beside him zonked out too. Upon noticing his brother he also noticed his own lack of clothing- still not the weirdest part.

No, that came from what lay around them. The brothers were in the center of a circle that took up nearly all the space between their desk and beds. The broad border made of a hodge-podge of kanji and symbols he'd never seen before but would equally suitable in the background of a scifi or fantasy movie. Inked onto the wood with a thick rust colored paint. Half spent white candles dotted the edges just outside the circle. Eight in all.

But by far the most disturbing observations were made by looking down at his kid brother. His gaze immediately drawn to the gauze stained the same color as the freaky writing and wrapped tightly about Hiro's right wrist. His white sleeves both darkened by it as well.

Not ink. Not paint. Blood.

His baby brother had drawn all this in his own blood. What's more, the sleeping boy lay curled beside him clutching something Tadashi absolutely refused to process. A simple lacquered container inscribed with their family name. A simple ceramic container decorated with their family name surrounded by cherry blossoms. A simple fired clay funerary urn that was completely empty.

Could that mean it wasn't a dream? The fire, the pain, that weird noise, that bright light...ALL OF IT WAS REAL?!

Hiro...what did you do?!

Attempts to rouse Hiro were met with weak groans and the boy trying (and failing) to roll over. Still it never occurred to him to call EMS. In fact he initially left the room only to confirm they were alone in the house. His body just operated on autopilot for a while.

After making sure they were alone, Tadashi threw on a shirt and boxers. Seems as if no one could bear to pack up his things. After rifling through Hiro's dresser, he grabbed a clean tee and pajama bottoms and laid them on the bed. Then careful of his head, lifted his limp sibling, placed him on the tile bathroom floor then removed his bloody clothing. More grateful than usual for the Japanese roots of his still American city, he thoroughly washed and dried Hiro in the bathing area adjacent to the tub before dressing him on the bed. The ruined clothes tossed into a trash bag.

During all this he noticed a couple more odd things. Despite the copious amount of blood used, there was no gaping sore to be found under the bandage. Instead, a thin red band, the width of a pencil looped around his left wrist like a vivid tattoo. A matching one on Takashi's right wrist. After a moment staring at the sleeping child, he felt the urge to lean in and breath deeply. Only after indulging said urge did he snap out of it and quickly move away. A mix of shame, longing and regret washing over him.

Hours later, the room was pine fresh with no sign of a grisly resurrection ritual having occurred within it's walls. Still Hiro slept. Now that he had the time, from the window Tadashi observed the Obon lanterns hanging up around the neighborhood as the sun began to set. Meaning it was either the day of or night after the July holiday... and he had been dead for at least a year as the showcase had been in late August. Hiro chose the day the spirits of the deceased return to visit loved ones to do whatever he did to bring him back.

Only briefly did he contemplate why Hiro was alone in the house. For all of 3 seconds before the front door opened and Aunt Cass called for Hiro's help with bringing in supplies. Then she shouted about how the kitchen was a mess. Her rant grew louder as she came closer.

Shit...

"Hiro! I swear young man you better get...up..." Cass Hamada froze at the sight that greeted her after barging into Hiro's room.

"Uh. H-hey Aunt Cass?" Tadashi awkwardly waved at her.

THUD!

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When Hiro finally woke up, Tadashi was beside him reading a book.

"It worked..." he awed.

"Hiro...what the hell did you do?" he shut the book the second Hiro spoke.

"I brought you back. How do you feel?"

"Feel?! Hiro the last thing I remember is being burned alive then I wake up naked in a circle of your blood. I could smell that you slit your wrist and finger painted it all over the floor." He started to panic as he recalled his first moments of rebirth. The reason he so quickly cleaned Hiro and the room wasn't for the sake of cleaning if he were honest. The smell of his otouto's blood was just too overpowering. Not sharp, metallic and disgusting but rich, cinnamony and far sweeter than it should have been.

"I just...please Dashi I-" the broken sound that came from his brother made Tadashi cringe. Tears welled up as he sobbed triggering the classic big brother response of pulling the crying boy onto his arms. Meaning to comfort him, Tadashi instead found himself nosing Hiro's throat.

"Mmmm...I'm sorry touto-chan..."

"You can if you want to...I know you must be hungry."

WHAT?!

"My blood. The book said if I used my blood to revive you, it's what would sustain you..what you would thirst for." he blushed slightly. "It, it's why it smells so good to you."

It took a moment to process those words. Translation: He was now some kind of vampire that craved his naive brother's blood?

Which brings us to the elder brother licking stray drops of the younger's blood from the corner of his mouth. And fighting the urge to molest the barely conscious child before him. Funny since he hadn't fought the urge to sink his teeth into that same child. Into his helpless brother.

"Nngh? Why am I on the floor?"

Fucking forgot about Aunt Cass.

"Don't. Scream." How he got behind her so fast, no clue. As soon as she sat up, Tadashi found himself behind her holding both her arms with only one of his. The other hand over her mouth. Then the real hysterics began.

"Anata wa hontouni daredesuka?!"

"It's me, really-"

"Kuso yarou! Uso o teishi!" she screamed, thrashing in his grip. Because of course she screamed, pausing only once she noticed Hiro lying on the bed in a daze. How he hadn't moved or seemed to notice what was happening terrified her more. "Ara! Hiro-kun mewotte! Naze, kono dekigoto wa imadesu ka?! Yamette! Oriru! Kare ni nani o shita nodesu ka?!"

Her frantic shouts were going to cause someone outside to call the cops. He had to shut her up, now. Once again he covered her mouth, causing her to try harder to escape. She managed to get a hand free and began clawing at him.

"Shh...calm down. Just relax Aunt Cass." he whispered. "Everything is fine. Relax."

Her struggle became less and less until her free hand fell beside her motionless. D-did he kill her?! No, she was breathing so...what just happened?

You wanted her to relax. Now she's relaxed.

The next morning, he heard Aunt Cass get up. He's sat up all night, terrified of what daybreak would bring. Hiro knew what was going on. Their aunt did not. Tadashi really wasn't up for hysterical shouting round 2.

"Good morning sleepyheads!" She burst in happy as a clam. "We have such a big day ahead of us!"

"W-we do?"

"Of course! We need to go downtown and sort all this out. Obviously the coroner made some kind of mistake. You poor thing, I'm just glad you finally remembered where we live." She hugged him fiercely, smelling strongly of her famous strawberry mint chocolate belgian waffles. Tadashi's favorite breakfast. "I can't imagine how hard this last year has been for you."

"Yeah..."

"Well that's all over now sweety.. Breakfast is ready. Go wash up, ne? You too lazy bones!"

"M'up..." Hiro moaned around a yawn.

Once she left, Hiro blinked tirely then blushed when their eyes met.

"I'm so glad it worked. I missed you so much Ani..."

"How...this is just...Magic isn't real, science is. But then yesterday make no sense."

"Yes it does."

Yeah sure, perfectly logical. Die in a fire. Get resurrected by black magic. Use your brother like a juice box. Lust over him. Hypnotize your aunt. Yup, this is...this is...is...

ABSOLUTELY BONKERS!

Tadashi slammed his head on the desk he spent the night at.

"Ow..."

Ping! The sound of latches unlocking and vinyl inflating filled the room.

"I am Baymax. Your healthcare companion. Your sound of distress has activated me. What is the cause of your distress?"

Instead of responding, Tadashi repeated the action then covered his head with his hands.

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That's one hurdle sorta out of the way. So, what happens next? How are people going to react to Tadashi being alive...ish? How is Dashi gonna react to Big Hero 6? You can bet the outcome will be unexpected...to all involved.

My Japanese hasn't had much practice since graduation but I did take it for 4 years. Watching subbed anime helps but is no substitute for actual interaction...

Nii-tan...onegai...onegai... a very childish way of say 'big brother please, please" as small children often cannot properly say the chi or chan honorifics. Pro-tip, unless you reallly know someone and you are sure they're okay with it, don't tack tan on to their name. You will sound like a condescending dick.

Anata wa hontouni daredesuka?! Who are you really?!

"Kuso yarou! Uso o teishi!" You bastard! You're lying!

"Ara! Hiro-kun mewotte! Naze, kono dekigoto wa imadesu ka?! Yamette! Oriru! Kare ni nani o shita nodesu ka?! Oh god! Hiro, wake up! Why is this happen now?! Stop! Let go! What have you done to him?! Cass' rant is pretty much how I'd react to seeing what could be a dead relative in a dimly lit room one second then having that same person behind me the next. I think I kept it pretty tame all things considered.

So, what do you think? Is it worth continuing?