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(In which Hiro's life isn't his own and Tadashi gets caught in the crossfire. Non-related AU.)
"You see," the man began, "a certain possession of mine— a rather important possession of mine— has become a little bit of a handful lately. At first, it was just little things. Itsy bitsy little things. Being such a nice guy, I could overlook them. But things change."
"It tried to leave," he stressed. "Die, rather. Escape attempts I can handle. Dying? Oh, no. It would cost far too much to replace at this point. And that, my dear Tadashi Hamada, is where you come in." Meaty hands rubbed at his shoulders. Fat knuckles brushed along his cheek. "Your job is to keep it alive. I'm sure you can handle that, Mr. Healthcare."
"And if I can't," Tadashi swallowed.
The man laughed— cackled— into his ear. "Let me put this into simple terms for you. If it dies, then you die." He felt something cold and metallic rest against his temple, a faint click ringing in his ears. And there was a gun by his head. "Do you understand," the man asked, sickly sweet.
"I understand," he mumbled, dark brown eyes wide, chest heaving. He could do this. He could do this.
There was no way he could do this.