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Hiro's life after Baymax – Immortals
*** Disclaimer: I don't own any character or their backround story of Big Hero 6 or Percy Jackson and I don't earn any money with my fanfictions. I do own the idea for this plot though. Enjoy***
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He had lost his parents at the age of three.
He had finished school at the age of thirteen.
He had lost his big brother short after winning a schoolarship to his brother's university.
He had founded a team of super heros to catch the murder of his brother and started university after that (and stayed a super hero).
You think that's quite a mess? Well, it'll just get worse!
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It had been a hard day at uni for Hiro and the teenager was very exhausted as he reached the door of his home and searched for his keys. Hopefully aunt Cass had made something different for dinner than the sushi from yesterday because that had been horrible. What they could have expected after she had gotten the idea of putting honey onto it.
Hiro finally found his keys and adjusted his bag. He'd taken Baymax to university for some updates so his bag was pretty heavy. Thank god he had improved the robots shrinking mechanism so Baymax wasn't that big when shrunken anymore but still. And then he had to also carry his books and notebooks and whatnot. Good that there was summer break starting tomorrow!
When he opened the door, he was greeted by two yelling voices – and a meowing cat.
„You're not going to take my boy anywhere! You haven't any right to do so!“ That was his aunt's voice.
„I'm his father, I have all the rights I need, woman!“ That voice Hiro didn't know.
He silently closed the door behind himself and inched closer to the open door of the living room, peeking inside. There was his aunt and a broad built and very tall man facing each other over the couch table. The man was dressed in a white t-shirt which hugged his muscular frame very tight and a jeans, partly covered with what seemed to be oil. Hiro couldn't see his face but all over his visible skin were a very great number of scars, most of them seemed to be old ones but a few looked a little fresher.
„You have not! Until today noone even knew you were his father! My brother had only been alive during three of Hiro's years but he'd been his father, more of a father than you had ever been! Don't think you can just burst into our home, declare your godhood and that you're his true father and take him with you!“
Everyone else would have backed off at the angry tone in Cass' voice but not this bulky man. And slowly, Hiro started to get what was going on. This man pretended to be his father. But, Hiro's father was dead! And what was that shit about godhood?
„I just want him to learn about his true heritage! He's in danger without knowing, don't you understand that?“ The stranger nearly yelled by now. Hiro frowned. Why would he be in danger?
„Oh but he had been perfectly save during his now fourteen years. What changed that he isn't anymore? Or were you somehow forced to tell us now and otherwise we'd have never known?“
He flinched a little, most wouldn't have noticed but Hiro could see it. What the hell was going on? The teen slowly got closer to the door to get a better view – and stepped right onto their cat's tail. The furry meatball jumped and screamed in pain (thankfully Baymax wasn't programmed to react on animals too).
Suddenly, everything grew silent and as Hiro looked up again, both of the people in the living room were facing him. His aunt's face was full of anger and also panic, the man's face... full of scars and with a kinda creepy pair of eyes. They looked as if they were red glowing pieces of coal – warm and homey but also dangerous.
Hiro swallowed nervously and stepped closer. „I... I'm back?“
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To make things short, the man had just walked up to him, grapped his upper arm and suddenly the world had turned upsite down and black. The last thing Hiro heard was the voice of his aunt, yelling his name.
As Hiro came back to his senses he felt that he was lying on something soft. His bag was gone but he was still fully dressed. There was even a blanket pulled up on him, softer than his own at home.
Wait! His bag was gone! … And if he wasn't at home, were the hell was he?
Sitting up and opening his eyes was one step. Hiro didn't know the room he was in. If you could even call it a room. It remembered him of a dorm room for at least around fifteen people. There were personal corners with beds and cupboards and everywhere seemed to be chaos. On a closer look, that chaos looked rather familiar to Hiro – peaces of robots, toolboxes and single tools, metal plates, plastic, some part of computers and so much more.
„Seems like the sleeping beauty is back in life“, chimed a happy voice. Hiro's head snapped towards the surce of said voice. He came face to face with a little older looking latino. The guy had tanned skin, long curly hair and brown eyes and looked a little like one of those elves out of Fred's video game – the one they played last weekend.
„Who are you and where am I?“, asked Hiro, feeling panic rising inside of himself.
„Leo's the name and you're at Camp Half-Blood. In Cabin 9, to be ecxact.“
Hiro frowned. „I've never heard of such a place...“
The guy, Leo, chuckled. „Well, would be rather hard to explain this place to other mortals.“
„Mortals?“
Leo shuck his head and raised his hands. „I'm sorry, I kinda thought you know already. The newbie tour it is, then. C'mon, follow me.“
He pulled Hiro up and towards the cabin's door. Behind that door layed a place of which Hiro wouldn't have been able to ever dream about. There was so much place and so much people who were doing rather impossible things – was that girl just turning into a tree? And did that horse really just fly up into the sky? - and was that the ocean at the horizon?
„This is Camp Half-Blood, home of all demigods. Demigods as in children of the greek gods. You know, like Zeus, Poseidon, Hephaestus and all. Almost everyone here has one godly parent. We're living here, training and learning to use our powers“, explained Leo from his position behind Hiro.
„But... those gods are myths“, stated the teenager with a low voice and jumped a feet high as suddenly a loud thunder could be heard.
„The gods don't like to be called myths. Look around this place and tell me that what you see could work without magic.“
Hiro didn't need to do that, he had seen already. A little lost did the fourteen-year-old turn around.
„And, why am I here?“
Leo raised an eyebrow at that question. „You don't remember?“
Hiro shook his head. „The last thing I know is that my aunt was arguing with that big stranger who pretended to be my father“- another thunder -“and as he noticed me he grabbed my arm and now I'm here.“
„Well, that's...“, said Leo, a little out of words which really didn't happen a lot. He looked into the brown eyes partly hidden behind the fluffy black hair. They were big and full of hope for an answer. The older teen was just not sure if the other would like those answers.
„That man said the truth. He is your father. And he's a god. Hephaestus, the greek god of smiths and fire to be ecxact.“
„What? No, that's not true! My father died with my mother when I was three!“, stated Hiro in utter disbelief and he just ignored the third thunder. „This is a mistake. Just tell me the way back to San Fransokyo and I'll be gone.“
„That's impossible, considering that you're not even on the right continent anymore. Welcome to the United States of America!“
Hiro gasped in shock. How was that possible? He might as well slap himself for that stupid question but he was just so confused.
„So you're telling me that I'm the son of this... Hephaestus-guy, that I can't go home and what?“
Leo shook his head. „I didn't say you can't go home. Just that the way is longer than you would have thought. And maybe you should find out why he brought you here...“
„I already know that“, spat Hiro, slowly growing angry. „He said I have to know about my heritage because I wouldn't be save without knowing. Whatever that means. But as I said, that's all a mistake! I'm not a demigod, I'm just me, Hiro Hamada, fourteen years old and good with robots.“ He glared at Leo but the other didn't seem to be listening anymore, his eyes were focused on something above Hiro's head.
„Seems like you're wrong about the not-a-demigod-part.“
As Hiro followed Leo's line of view, he saw a flying hollogram of a burning hammer above his head. He would have put it off for a nice trick but somehow inside of him, it felt true. And he could feel a certain kind of warmth oozing off the hammer symbol, feeling a bit homey, familiar. Just like Tadashi's presence had feld when Hiro had woken up at night, knowing his big brother was sleeping just at the other end of their room.