First ever Big Hero Six fanfic whoop whoop! This one is an experiment. I have always written in the 3rd person POV but now I'm trying out the first person POV.

This fanfic is unbeta-ed because I decided to keep it light. I will be focusing more of the relationship of the two brothers than anything else.

Anyway enjoy!

I would die for my brother.

When worded like that those words make me look like the most selfless person in the world but when I tried to look beyond that, when I tried to really understand how I felt did I realize that I wasn't at all selfless. On the contrary, I was selfish. I was the worst kind of selfish, the self-sacrificing kind that tries to justify all his or her actions and make it look like he's trying to protect people when all he's trying to do is protect himself from the emotional pain of loss, sadness and guilt.

Still, as all those events occurred one by one, the explosion, Tadashi's death, the funeral and my self-imposed house arrest, I still found myself repeating the same mantra again and again and again.

I would die for my brother. I would die for my brother. I would die for my brother.

I would die so my brother could live again.

I started to feel that I was denying something as I said those words but even, I was denying that.

I was a robotics prodigy, an engineer, a scientist. I was supposed to be a realist and in reality, no one ever goes back to life. What's dead is dead. Whoever dies, stays dead.

But even with reality slapping my face every day as I wake up and see my older brother's empty bed, I still wanted to find a way to bring him back. I'd give up my life if I had to. And that made me selfless, selfless is good.

In the end, my "big brain" still wasn't enough to find a way to bring him back to life. I ended up relying on the religion Aunt Cass long ago tried to instill in us. Being a robotics prodigy, I learned early on that gods and science don't mix.

That is until I realized the limitations of Science. It can never bring anyone back to life.

And that was how I found myself on the way to an abandoned shrine in the outskirts of San Fransokyo. I know it was a bad idea when there were hundreds of other better shrines in the center of the city but that's the thing, they're better. Thus, more people would write messages then hang it in the wishing tree then god will have no time for my request.

Using a State-of-the-art GPS I invented a long time ago, I was able to run through all the possible shrines and wishing trees in San Fransokyo and the one which caught my attention was an abandoned one called 'Torihikiji', temple of deals and bargains.

It took a total of sixteen stops, three train changes and a gazillion alleyways. After a while, I started to question if it was worth it. The area made my skin stand on end as I walked through it. It was late afternoon, the sun was still up yet I was getting the heebeejeebies. It was when I looked around did I realize that I was in a condemned part of town. The houses were dilapidated and abandoned, and the occasional buildings I passed were dark and gloomy, entrances were sealed shut. Others were taped shut with 'do not cross' tape and signs saying they were to be demolished soon.

If that temple and shrine is in this area, that means it would be gone soon too.

So it's now or never. I told myself as I made my way through the ghost town. I stopped in front of a small temple sandwiched between two houses. The kanji characters were fading but the 'ji' kanji for the temple and part of the 'hiki' were still readable.

The wishing tree was the first thing I noticed when I entered the temple. I decided to leave that for later though instead, I made my way to the shrine in the middle. I threw some spare change into the offertory box and went through the motions of the Japanese prayer.

Bow twice. Clap twice. Bow once. It has been a while since I've done that but to my surprise, I was still able to do it as if it were second nature to me.

"Bring my brother back. I'll give you anything, take my soul, my life, whatever. I just don't wanna have to live like this."

I don't really know if saying my prayers out loud would help me case but that was still worth a try. On my way out, I stopped by the wishing tree.

I knew there wouldn't be any more wooden plates to write my wish on so I brought a paper which already had my wish in block letters.

BRING HIM BACK. YOU KNOW WHAT I'M WILLING TO GIVE UP.

I hung it on an empty part of the tree and bowed again before leaving the temple.

I was hoping and praying for a god to catch my attention on the way back. A sign that they got it, or at least a message. I should have known though from the start that these kinds of things have never happened and never will. Gods will never bring anyone back to life, especially for a mere mortal like me.

I made a run for the bedroom as soon as I arrived home. I was in no mood to be invited to dinner by my Aunt Cass. I was going to spend the next few hours scolding myself for losing my mind the past days, believing Tadashi would come back and actually going to a temple and requesting for such.

Before I knew it, I had scolded myself to sleep.

"I'm a minor Japanese deity that deals with well… deals…" The voice then snickered, probably amused at his own idea of a pun.

It was only when this figure in a trench coat appeared to me was I able to put more thought into my surroundings. It was mostly darkness and blur around me. It made me dizzy to look anywhere other than the figure in front of me so eventually I gave up on looking at anything other than him. That was probably what he wanted anyway.

"So, you know what I want…" I managed to say.

"Trust me kid, you've been louder than a lot of my other clients."

"So this is real…"

"As real as the religious beliefs of an isolated monk, so… you want your brother back?"

I felt like my breath got caught in my throat. I couldn't really put into words how I felt at that point. I felt this surge of excitement and wonder but at the same time this horror and for some reason, I wanted to cry.

"Yes please!" I instinctively bowed at the figure. "What would you want in return though… My life?"

"You'd gladly give your life for your brother's, won't you? The self-sacrificing type?"

"Sorry, I don't feel like taking a life at the moment. Show me how much you want it."

My eyes widened in disbelief. If he didn't want my life, what did he want? Is there really more I can give?

"How much I want it? I want it so much, I have no words to describe it."

He raised his eyebrows at me. "I don't want words. I want action Hiro. You're Japanese, I'm pretty sure you know the ultimate position of self-deprecation…"

He didn't have to go on. I knew what he was talking about. I've seen Aunt Cass do it a few times, especially that one time someone found a roach in her salad. Aunt Cass had done the Dogeza then given them a year's supply of free meals. Tadashi had done it too once when he accidentally hit someone in the head with a soccer ball. I've screwed way more than them but my pride has never allowed me to kneel down and bow in that position and ask for a favor or forgiveness. It just wasn't me.

But really, what is thirty seconds in that position compared to a lifetime without Tadashi? I knelt down in front of him and bowed. "Onegaishimasu."

"That's more like it. I like you, kid and I really like what you're asking for, a far cry from the riches, the knowledge, power, revenge. So I'll be asking much less from you compared to an average client.

"So what do you want?"

"I want your word."

"My what?"

"Your word?"

"Wait a minute…" I frowned. This thing was getting more and more frustrating by the minute.

"I swear an oath to- Repeat after me!"

" I swear an oath to…"

"Forget everything that happened as of now, move on with your life and pretend this conversation didn't happen.

"Forget everything that happened as of- Wait, what?" I looked up to see that the figure was gone and was replaced by this mini tornado that was quickly making its way to me.

There was no time to move. It swallowed me up and everything went black.

I woke up thrashing. I had the craziest and longest dream I could remember. An average person dreams at least five dreams a night but only remembers at the most two but, I remembered a lot.

I don't really know if they were actually five dreams or just a long one compressed into one.

It all started with a fire that killed Tadashi. There was this long period of depression, there was Tadashi's robot, I was a superhero then I ended up making a deal with this thing to bring my brother back to life. I sat up to see my brother getting ready his things for school.

"Wow, you actually woke up early. Guess you're that excited for your first day huh?" Tadashi gleefully said as he slung his backpack over his shoulder.

I climbed out of bed and out of instinct, ended up hugging my brother from behind.

"You okay Hiro?" My brother asked, looking taken aback by that sudden bout of affection.

I blushed. "Well, just had the craziest dream brother, you wouldn't believe what happened."

Feedback is appreciated! Should I continue this?

Protective Tadashi and Hurt Hiro in the coming chapters