Fetch some water? A muffled groan sounded from under his brother's blanket, and Hiro chuckled. - I do not speak the blanket language; did it mean ‘yes’? The pile of blankets stirred, and Tadashi's tousled hair and puffy eyes emerged from the cocoon. “No, I'm fine,” the voice was low and hoarse. - Get ready, I don't want you skipping class. You should go to university. Tadashi's foot slipped out from under the blankets and weakly shoved Hiro in the stomach, trying to chase the little one away. Hiro giggled and grabbed his ankle as Tadashi disappeared under the covers again. It really did break Hiro's morning routine. Every day Tadashi got up with him, they got together and either walked to the university, or got on a scooter. Sometimes Aunt Cass would give them a lift if she wasn’t too busy, but either way, they always set off together. It would be boring if Hiro went to study alone, and even though he was always happy to see his friends, Tadashi was the only one who understood all of Hiro's ideas. Who else would he discuss the new design of his microbots with? With Fred? Tadashi was ill very rarely. Usually Hiro was the one who buried himself in a cocoon of blankets and suffered from a cold or a virus that killed the immune system. Tadashi always took care of him. He brought Hiro medicine, cold towels and whatever to make the younger feel better. But now they had reversed roles, and Hiro felt obligated to do the same. Nevertheless, Tadashi continued to persuade him to go to study, leave him, not come close. He protected him, as if from a contagious disease spread by terrorists. It's just a cold, Tadashi. Calm down! Hiro went down to the kitchen to fetch some water before returning to his brother and leaving the glass on the nightstand. “Brought you some water,” Hiro said. Tadashi groaned painfully, as if Hiro's very presence were exacerbating his symptoms. "Beeeeeeing Tadashi," Hiro drawled with a smile. An unintelligible murmur came from under the blankets, and Hiro tilted his head. - What? Tadashi's face appeared again. “Go study, you idiot,” the elder croaked. Hiro rolled his eyes. - Fine! Huh. I'll try to be a good brother one more time. He grabbed his backpack from the bed and sat down on the stairs to put on his sneakers. He spotted Baymax's red briefcase near the bathroom door and grinned. But before I leave ... He carried the inactive robot to Tadashi's bed. "Auch," Hiro said calmly. At the same moment, a white circle lit up and Baymax began to inflate. When the robot returned to its normal form, it blinked and turned around, then looked forward again, first at Hiro, then at the cocoon of blankets on Tadashi's bed. - Hi Hiro. I heard a painful cry. What will ..? “Yes, yes, yes,” Hiro interrupted, waving his hands. “Tadashi is ill, so keep an eye on him while I’m in class, okay?” Hiro patted the robot's plump belly and gestured to the blankets curled up in the shape of his brother. Baymax looked at Tadashi and then began to move awkwardly around the patient's bed, stretching his arms forward and trying not to touch the books. He walked over to the sleeping area, about to remove the blankets and start scanning, but Hiro was already going down the stairs. - I'll be back tonight, Baymax! Don't touch sharp objects this time! ;; The class was boring. Hiro had done all his homework ahead of time, so he had little to do after the lectures except to enter Tadashi's empty lab. He had his own, but most of the time he spent in his brother's workroom, where he was assigned a whole corner of the room, so that their inventions were not confused. It was only now that he realized that Tadashi's laboratory was not so cozy without its owner. And it was aggravated by the fact that Wasabi closed off from everyone in order to properly prepare for exams, Gogo slept in the common living room after a whole night of work, and Hanni Lemon took Fred to the hospital because he climbed into one of her experiments and set his left hand on fire. ... Besides Hiro, there was no one in the laboratory to talk to, and this discouraged him from pursuing his ideas and developments. He walked home with a sullen look, kicked the leaves lying on the road, and balanced his arms, stepping on the railing of the wooden bridge. Boredom, boredom, boredom. Aunt Cass greeted him as soon as he entered the cafe, and he waved his hand in response before going up the stairs and into the room he shared with his brother. “Hey, Fred got his hand on fire today,” Hiro giggled as he kicked off his shoes and backpack on the floor. He looked towards a side of his brother's room, expecting to see Tadashi with broth, medicine or a cold towel on his forehead, drowning in Baymax's over-concern. However, Hiro was surprised to see both the brother and the robot in the same position they were in the morning: Baymax looked down at Tadashi's cocoon, frozen like a statue. He tilted his head to the side and frowned. - Baymax ... How is Tadashi? The robot looked up and blinked. - I cannot bear the diagnosis. What? Hiro's eyes narrowed in confusion. Baymax's scanner was perfect. The only reason the robot could leave someone without a diagnosis was ... He smiled broadly and laughed, ran to his brother's bed. - You are a cheater! Hiro grabbed the blanket and pulled it to the floor. “You made me go to the university on purpose so that you could…” He fell silent when he saw Tadashi's face. The elder was pale, and his eyes were closed, as if he were ill. He shrank all over on the mattress, immediately hiding his face and trembling finely, as if he were shivering. Hiro touched his brother's arm and felt hot and clammy sweat. Tadashi moaned at the touch and buried his face in the pillow. "Baymax, scan him," ordered Hiro. The robot obeyed, and Hiro watched as the health aide's head slowly lowered. - Scanning completed. Tadashi's body temperature is above average and his heart rate has increased dramatically. The scan also showed high hormonal activity. Diagnosis: unknown. - Unknown? Hiro repeated in dismay. Baymax's program included all kinds of knowledge about human anatomy, as well as all kinds of diseases and injuries. How, then, can the diagnosis be unknown? Hiro shook his head and walked over to his desk. He picked up a few tools, thinking something was wrong with the Baymax scanner, but stopped when he heard the robot continue to speak. - The heart rate has dropped. He turned to Baymax, not taking his eyes off Tadashi's limp body. Hiro's eyes narrowed and he slowly began to move towards his brother's sleeping place. - The heart rate has increased. Hiro looked anxiously at Baymax. Tadashi did not even move. Why could his pulse change? Deciding to check something, Hiro took a few steps back, again approaching his desk. - The heart rate has dropped. Hiro froze and stared at Tadashi, expecting even the slightest movement, but the elder continued to lie motionless. Did he have fever-induced nightmares? Slowly, Hiro walked over to the bed and bent over, hovering over his brother's back, almost touching. - The heart rate has increased dramatically. Hiro frowned again with concern. He took his brother by the shoulder and began to push the heavy body, intending to flip it over onto its back for a closer scan. When he finally managed to turn Tadashi over, Hiro fell forward, burying his face in his brother's chest. Suddenly, Tadashi let out a breath and Hiro jumped back, looking at him in surprise. The elder's eyes opened, and he immediately covered his nose and mouth with his hand. - Are you sick? Hiro asked. Tadashi shook his head and pushed him away with a shaking hand. He rolled off the bed and dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Hiro expected to hear the sounds of vomiting and toilet flushing, but all he could catch was silence. Tadashi was deadly quiet. He crept to the bathroom door and tapped his knuckles on the surface. - Are you okay? - asked, pressing his ear to the door, listening cautiously. - ...Yes. I'm fine, ”Tadashi replied in a hoarse, choked voice. He didn't sound like he was okay. Hiro heard Baymax's creaky footsteps, and looked up to meet the robot's response. “Well, come on, Baymax, we need to check your scanner. He pulled the robot down the stairs and into the garage. He spent hours checking Baymax's scanner, as well as his battery, and every inch of his skeleton. Everything functioned perfectly. Hiro then pulled out Baymax's healthcare chip and stuck it into his computer. He used the program trying to find bugs in the source code, but none were found. Baymax worked perfectly ... Which meant that the problem was in Tadashi. It was already dark when Hiro finally returned to their room with Baymax. He entered and noticed that the bathroom door was open, and Tadashi returned to his cocoon of blankets. He cautiously walked to part of Tadashi's room and sat on the edge of the bed. He hesitated before grabbing a corner of the blanket. - Tadashi, Baymax can't understand what's wrong with you. Hiro waited, but the answer was silence. Was he sleeping? - What should I do? Should I call the hospital? - but even if a medical robot as advanced as Baymax couldn't figure out what was wrong, he doubted that someone from the hospital would be able to help. Maybe it really was a very rare, alien disease ... Tadashi was silent and Hiro looked for his brother's shoulder under the covers to shake him and wake him up. - Tadashi, wake up! I don't know ... Suddenly, my brother's hand emerged from under the blanket and wrapped around his waist. Hiro cried out in surprise as Tadashi pulled him to his chest, pulling him under the covers. He buried himself in Hiro's neck and crushed him under him with trembling hands, successfully pressing the youngest into the mattress. “Tadashi, let go,” Hiro pulled out of Tadashi’s grip, but he was stronger, heavier and held him too desperately. Hiro fell silent and felt Tadashi running his nose along the entire length of his neck and collarbones. He took deep but quick breaths ... As if sniffing at Hiro. The youngest swallowed hard and rested on his brother's shoulders. - Tadashi? Hiro asked cautiously. He could feel his brother's wide chest heaving in front of him, how Tadashi opened his mouth, and a light, barely perceptible warm breath warms his shoulder. One hand, previously holding it, moved up and pulled the T-shirt down, exposing the skin below the neck. “Bro, y-you're scaring me. Finally, his words were heard, because Tadashi seemed to be petrified. The elder pulled back and put his hand on the lower part of his face, looking at Hiro in shock. Hiro couldn't look away, but not because of Tadashi's actions, but because of his eyes. His brother's eyes, usually brown, now shone bright red. OK! Okay! This is scary! Hiro climbed out from under his brother and fell out of bed. Getting up, he ran to the other half of the room, immediately bumping his face into Baymax's stomach and falling on his back. He lay motionless on the floor, his heart pounding in his chest. He saw - upside down, but saw - how Tadashi wrapped himself in blankets again. Hiro took a deep breath as an unexpected thought struck him ... I've seen those eyes before. ;; Hiro vowed after joining the SFIT that he would never go to a dysfunctional part of town at night again, but this time was an exception. Surprisingly, it didn't take long for him to find the one he needed. As soon as he walked up to a crowd of people waiting for the start of bot battles, and asked about the girl with red eyes, he was quickly pointed in the right direction and tried to get rid of. From the looks on their faces, Hiro realized that the person he was looking for did not have a very good reputation. Eventually, he came to a detached street, the entrance to which was blocked by curtains made of beads and several layers of silk. The refined decor stood out from the general condition of the streets. Hiro pushed the beads away from his face before taking a step onto an old, shabby oriental rug. He looked around, noticing several girls dressed in lace-trimmed kimonos. They were leaning against the brick walls, some smoking cigarettes and cigars, some drinking bottled wine. Each girl was covered in tattoos and piercings. The one closest to Hiro looked at him with a sneer, she was clearly not surprised by the appearance of the boy, dressed in sneakers and a sweatshirt. - Do you need something, kid? She asked in a soft, quiet voice. Hiro twitched nervously as soon as he noticed that all the girls were looking at him with interest. “Uh… I'm looking for a red-eyed lady. The girl chuckled. - You mean our friend Yanshi? Hiro frowned. - Yanshi? Asked, not sure if he was pronouncing the word correctly. The woman pointed to the middle of the wall, where a tall girl was standing, dressed in a white kimono with a golden dragon climbing up her sleeves. She had long, black hair down to her waist and bright red lips. Hiro recognized her immediately, but something was wrong ... The girl's eyes were dark brown. He walked over, examining her curiously. She smiled and exhaled a ring of smoke, letting the boy examine her before the conversation began. “I remember you,” she said, looking slyly at Hiro. She had a low and slightly hoarse voice. - You defeated me in a bot battle once. Have you come to compete again? Hiro shook his head. - No, I came to ask about the color of your eyes. The girl tilted her head, which caused a strand of hair to drain from her shoulder like silk. - About the color of those eyes? She pointed at the dark iris with her finger. “Or, you mean…” She leaned closer to Hiro so that her face was only a couple of centimeters away. - ... These? She blinked, and the brown color changed to a shining red to match her lipstick, and exactly the same were the eyes of Tadashi in their bedroom. Hiro exhaled sharply and took a step back. The girl straightened up and laughed out loud, her laughter accompanied by giggles from the other girls around them. - Exactly! I thought you were wearing the lenses during our fight, ”Hiro declared, pointing a finger at her disapprovingly. The girl shook her head and took a drag on her cigarette. “Not really, my dear. I am Yanshi, my eyes turn red when I am thirsty. Confused, Hiro narrowed his eyes. - Yanshi? What does 'yanshi' mean? The girl exhaled a ring of smoke directly into the boy's face, and he turned away, coughing. She giggled and brushed her hair back. - Yanshi is the one who drinks blood, - the last word she spoke in a menacing whisper, and Hiro looked at her with wide eyes. - You're kidding, right? - Shocked, he shook his head in disbelief ... But, to be honest, he had no other explanation for Tadashi's red eyes. Even if it was a joke, it was necessary to start somewhere ... The girl shrugged. “You don’t have to believe me. You can just run away and forget about our conversation. ”She smiled knowingly at him as she spoke. But there was something in her gaze ... Something that told Hiro that she knew why he was here and that she was not playing him. “Okay… Okay…” Hiro raised his hands in a soothing gesture and stared thoughtfully at the ground. - Why does the Yanshi need to drink blood? - asked, looking at her warily. “It's addiction, like nicotine.” She pointed at her cigarette and flicked her finger on it, dumping the ash. Hiro watched him fall to the asphalt between the carpet and the wall. - What happens if you don't drink blood? He asked quietly. The girl exhaled another ring of smoke and licked her lips. - I will die. Hiro's eyes widened and his stomach clenched with fear. Not! If Tadashi is the same as this girl, then ... Hiro shook his head again. - Hypothetically speaking ... The girl grinned and the others picked up quiet grins. He ignored them and continued. - Hypothetically speaking ... If I have a brother who ... Who has the same eyes as yours, then ... How much blood will he need to drink in order not to die? The girl snorted. - I drink less than half a liter ... But it can't be anyone's blood. She leaned forward and placed a soft hand on Hiro's shoulder. She turned it around and pointed to another girl leaning against a brick wall. She looked similar, but her dark hair were shorter and the kimono was green. When their eyes met, she smiled and winked at Hiro. “Her blood is the only one I drink,” the red-eyed lady whispered in his ear. - Delicious, delicious. I crave it every day and every night, and I can feel it right now. Hiro winced as he caught the ghostly breath on his earlobe. - W-why her blood? “She's my sister,” was the answer. Hiro turned sharply and looked at her in shock. She chuckled. - The irony of the Yansha's existence is that we can only desire the blood of our loved ones. Your brother is lucky to have you, otherwise he would have died. Hiro swallowed hard. His heart was beating wildly, and suddenly he swayed on his heels, trying to catch balance with his hands. "W-what am I supposed to do?" Well, that is, what would I have to do if my brother found himself in a similar situation? The lady laughed again, before snuggling up to him and pressing her lips to his ear. “Let him taste you,” she whispered, sending goosebumps down her spine. Hiro took a step back, confused by the words the girl had chosen. She snorted again in amusement. “Just let him drink some of your blood and everything will be fine. Hiro's shoulders slumped and he clasped his arms across his chest, staring at the toes of the sneakers that stood out on the oriental rug. He could not believe what he was really considering ... He glanced at the sister of the red-eyed girl and caught a return glance, with barely guessed expectation. "Does this ... Does it hurt?" He asked quietly. She smiled and shook her head. - It does not hurt. Rather, the opposite is true. Her voice was melodic and kind, but Hiro looked at her in bewilderment. What could this mean? His gaze returned to the red-eyed girl, and he reflexively took a step back when he realized that she approached him, looming like a shadow. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. “Now, you have to run away, kid.” Her voice sounded lower than before, and her face changed, as if losing human features. She smiled broadly, showing long, white fangs. Hiro immediately turned around and started across the alley, followed by an echo of laughter from behind. ;; - Welcome back, Hiro. Hiro waved to the robot, quietly entering the room. He looked at Tadashi's bed and saw that his brother is still hiding in a cocoon of blankets, which he made for his convenience. - Did he even move? Hiro whispered to Baymax. - Tadashi did not leave his bed. I am still unable to diagnose his condition. Forgive me Hiro. Hiro smiled at Baymax and patted his inflated arms. - It's okay, buddy. I figured it out ... I hope. Baymax tilted his head warily to the side, but remained silent as Hiro walked over to the table and took stationery knife... He used a torch to sanitize the sharp end and then paused, the point between his fingers, facing his brother's bed. “Well Baymax, I'm going to do a little experiment. Um ... You will protect me if Tadashi does something crazy, okay? He looked hopefully at Baymax. “This is at odds with my healthcare program: harming someone of the human species,” the robot replied. - Oh, yes, I know! Just ... Wow, then just provide moral support! Baymax nodded, and Hiro put the point on his finger. He doubted, his hands were shaking with nerves. This will either confirm that what the girls told him is true, or it will refute ... But he did not know how his brother would react, if he was really Yanshi. He was in a feverish state, but he was still himself ... Tadashi will not harm his own brother, right? Hiro bit his lip and ran the edge of the knife over the tip of his finger, applying enough pressure to make blood come out. Tiny droplets of red began to seep through the skin. There were so few of them, as if there were none at all. However, as soon as the blood came out, the pile of blankets on Tadashi's bed began to stir. Hiro's heart skipped a beat and he froze as he saw his brother's head emerge from the cocoon and turn towards him. His shining red eyes met Hiro's. The suspicions were confirmed. Hiro closed his fingers into a fist and made no sound. The tension hung in the room. And even Baymax remained silent and did not move. Tadashi stirred and Hiro flinched, but his brother shook his head and covered his nose and mouth with his hand again. This time, Hiro understood why he was doing this. Tadashi covered his nose so as not to smell his blood. - T-tadashi? Hiro asked carefully. The blankets were thrown off the bed and Tadashi got up, straightening his crumpled pajama pants and a plain white T-shirt. His legs trembled as he tried to keep his balance and get to the bathroom. He turned away from Hiro as he walked by, still holding his hand pressed to his face. “Tadashi, I know what's wrong with you,” Hiro said, walking around Baymax and following the elder into the bathroom. He stopped in the doorway, watching as Tadashi leaned against the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. Hiro knew that he was examining his red eyes, but then the elder opened his mouth and touched his teeth, and ... OK. Yes, these are fangs. Large white canines. Wow, breathe deeply, Hiro. Breathe deeply. Tadashi immediately closed his mouth and gripped the sink harder. Breathing was heavy, he was shaking all over, and his face looked as scared as Hiro felt. "Tadashi ..." Hiro began softly, stepping closer. The brother turned his head in his direction and stared at Hiro with wide eyes. He looked deathly tired, and with difficulty stretched out his hand in a stopping gesture. - H-hiro, don't come, - the elder managed to squeeze out. Hiro closed the bathroom door behind him so Baymax could not interfere with them. He slowly approached his brother, and Tadashi retreated step by step, until he rested his back against the wall of the shower stall. - Things are good. I know what's wrong with you and I can help. ”Hiro tried to speak kindly, because it seemed that his brother was on the verge of a panic attack. Tadashi pressed one palm to the glass panel and covered his face with the other. He blinked hard, and his knees trembled. "Everything will be fine ... Trust me," Hiro said, taking off his shirt and throwing it on the bathroom floor. Tadashi made a strange sound, crushed by his palm, and his knees buckled. He slid to the floor, throwing his head back against the shower wall. Hiro knelt down and settled on his brother's hips, touching his chest with another's, snuggling as close as possible. - Everything is fine. Just do it, Tadashi, Hiro insisted. He tilted his head to the side, revealing his bare neck. He waited and was completely ready, but Tadashi continued to refuse. The elder shook his head and gasped for air. “N-no,” his brother breathed. His trembling hands came up and rested on Hiro's forearms. It felt like he was torn between the urge to push his brother away and hold him in place. Tadashi buried his forehead on Hiro's shoulder and groaned. He opened his mouth, breathing heavily, and Hiro could see the tips of white fangs peeking out from under his upper lip. Then his brother ran his nose along Hiro's shoulder and collarbones. He pulled up the boy's neck and back down; inhaling desperately what only he could smell. - God, Hiro. You smell too delicious. I-I can't… ”Tadashi's voice was low and hoarse, and turned into a low moan before he could finish speaking. - Just do it. I said it was okay, ”Hiro persuaded. Tadashi ran his nose down Hiro's bare chest and stopped, right in front of where his heart was beating. Large palms traced the younger's ribs, forcing Hiro to arch in his back as Tadashi pressed his face down. The elder breathed deeply, pressing against the bare skin, his eyes rolled back, but soon they were looking straight again; Tadashi's pupils dilated, became so wide that the red iris turned into a thread. Hiro swallowed hard, getting nervous as soon as he noticed the change in his brother's expression. Tadashi relaxed and his eyes were slightly closed. He buried his nose in Hiro's chest, ran his tongue over the boy's skin, hoping to get a taste of what was underneath. Hiro's heart threatened to jump out of his chest, and he kept reminding himself that he was still his brother. This is Tadashi. Tadashi. He won't hurt me. His brother lifted his head and continued to move with his tongue, but this time along Hiro's neck. The tips of the fangs touched the skin, and Hiro trembled as he felt it. Finally, Tadashi opened his mouth wide, brushing his teeth against Hiro's neck on both sides. Hiro tensed and closed his eyes tightly. He prepared himself for the pain, but when the fangs did enter the skin, he felt something completely different. Hiro let out a breath in surprise as pleasure spread from his neck down his spine. He arched his back as hard as he could while his brother's fangs held him in place and dug his nails into Tadashi's shoulders. He got up painfully, and the boner rubbed unpleasantly against the fabric of his panties. So that's what that girl's sister was talking about. Tadashi desperately bit into Hiro's neck. He drank his brother's blood in large gulps, and Hiro instinctively jerked his hips, wanting to rub against his brother's stomach. Soon, Hiro lost the thread of what was happening, lost in foggy pleasure. All he knew was that his brother made him feel good, and that he wanted more. He moaned and sighed as Tadashi bit harder. Hiro wrapped his arms around his brother's neck, pulling him closer, surrendering completely and almost dissolving into feelings. Tadashi moaned in response, but for a completely different reason. He was intoxicated by the taste of Hiro's blood. His big warm palms rose higher, moving Hiro, slightly changing the position of his brother's body, so that he could sink his fangs even deeper into the young neck. “A-ah,” Hiro cried out, and his legs trembled. He could feel the grease smearing over the boxers. The body was pounding, and he squeezed his brother's shoulder, with his other hand gripping Tadashi's short, black hair. His brother snorted and groaned and made all kinds of strange noises, and with each new one, Hiro only got more excited. He wanted to arch more and tilt his head, but the fangs on his neck did not allow him to move, leaving him in the position in which it was convenient for Tadashi to drink his blood. Hiro spread his legs, but the thighs thrown up still did not touch anything. He was close. God, that was so good! Just a little more and ... Suddenly, the feeling of fangs digging into my neck disappeared, and the waves of pleasure evaporated. Tadashi leaned back and took a deep breath, trying to breathe, as if he had spent a long time underwater. No no no! How wrong is it! Hiro groaned in frustration, leaning forward impulsively and still touching his brother's belly with his erection. Tadashi didn’t seem to notice, he was too busy licking the blood droplets from Hiro’s neck without missing a single one. Brother's eyes returned to their natural brown flowers, but he seemed to be in a daze, lostly touching his face to the boy's chest. “T-tadashi, bite me again,” Hiro asked, wiggling his hips on his brother’s lap. He pulled his brother by the shoulders, trying to use the possibility of Tadashi's semi-conscious state to get his way. “Bite me,” he pleaded. He extended his neck invitingly, and Tadashi's hazy gaze fell on the skin between his collarbone and throat. A moment later, fangs sank into Hiro's shoulder and he screamed. The whole body shivered, the toes curled up, and the eyes closed by themselves. He finished, and at that moment, Tadashi bit harder, and a new wave of orgasm swept pleasantly down the spine. Tadashi took another sip before pulling away from the younger and licking the last drops of blood. Hiro slumped in his brother's arms and tried to catch his breath, but a phantom sensation of pleasure still tingled in his throat and shoulder. He rested his head in the crook of Tadashi's neck while his brother rubbed against him like a cat and buried his face in Thick hair Hiro. Well ... Now they are both satisfied. Suddenly Tadashi tensed, and Hiro assumed that he had finally regained his understanding of the situation. - H-Hiro? The elder carefully continued to hold him on his knees, but already unhooking the embrace, so that he could examine his younger brother. - Oh, God, are you okay? Forgive me Hiro. II ... Hiro put his hand over Tadashi's mouth and rolled his eyes. - Oh, Tadashi, shut up. I'm fine. Tadashi removed the boy's hand and continued to examine him, looking for damage. “But you… I…” “It's okay,” Hiro insisted. - Honestly, it doesn't hurt. I didn't even feel when you… Hiro cut off the phrase when he touched his neck and felt only smooth skin under his fingers. He put his hand on Tadashi's shoulder, standing up on shaking legs and struggling to approach the mirror. He ignored the dampness in his pants and prayed that Tadashi wouldn't notice. He stared at his reflection in shock, not finding a single bite mark on his skin. His neck was completely clean: not a drop of blood or any other evidence of what had happened. Okay ... Another scary crap, which you should not forget to add to the list for discussion. "I actually ... bit you, right?" I'm not crazy, am I? - asked Tadashi, holding his breath and looking lostly at the younger's neck. Hiro nodded, but decided he could think about it later. He swallowed and turned to his brother. - Tadashi, how do you feel? Tadashi blinked cloudy eyes and shook his head in disbelief. - I'm fine. I feel great. I don't know ... How are you ... He looked up at Hiro, looking thoughtfully for something on the boy's face. - Millions of questions are swarming in my head now. Hiro chuckled and sat across from his brother, crossing his legs. “You’re not the only one, bro. They had a lot to discuss.

Crappy, stupid head! - Hiro was banging his head on the table, and it was not clear what he wanted more: to shake his brain in order to come up with at least something, or, on the contrary, to shake out all the gray matter so as not to suffer? After visiting the laboratory, he was obsessed with one single idea - to go to university. The young man had not the slightest idea of ​​what was there, behind the doors, but due to his genius, he assumed that nothing could surprise him. But now ... Now he simply had to get there! - Creative sunset in such early age- this is so sad ... - Tadashi, as usual, in his manner mocked the younger. Not a day went by that he didn’t in any way pin up his little brother. And every time Hiro sulked like a hamster (it was very funny), but this time Hamada Jr. was not at all joking. - This is wow-a-al ... - an unhappy groan escaped by itself and the guy was almost depressed. - Hey! I still believe in you! - Hiro didn’t have time to get into all the hard for a second, when the elder quickly jumped up to him and loomed over his brother’s face, putting his hands on both sides, and the young genius just held his breath, looking into the eyes of Tadashi, who was suddenly too close. Not that he was embarrassed or something like that, just now it was somehow scary to even move, just not to lose this feeling. He literally froze, unable to answer anything, but just a second later the magic moment was broken and Hiro was already dangling upside down. And he had already rolled his lip ... Only it was still not clear what exactly he was trying to roll it into ... - Ay! What are you doing?! - the boy kicked in the air while his older brother twisted him, but to no avail. The room flew past my eyes, turning into a frenzied carousel. - Tadashi, well let go! - Just look at things from a different angle and you will succeed. You know that you can always count on me, - Tadashi stopped, allowing his brother to focus on something. And whether it was specially thought out by the guy (which is unlikely, Hiro did not notice his brother psychic abilities ), or just chance saved (which is more logical), but when he saw his robot, he actually figured out what he would do! The younger understood how close he was with his brother, in fact, this was the only thing that saved him at any moment. In whatever… unpleasant situation he found himself, no matter what happened, Tadashi was always behind him, ready to support him. - Well, let's fly! - the guy spun around his axis for the last time, and quickly, so as not to accidentally drop a small one, landed on his bed behind the screen. Of course, Hiro's bed was closer, but being nose to nose with this disheveled miracle, one became somehow ashamed of what was happening, apparently, a sense of responsibility as an elder was reflected. And so it seemed much more correct to squeeze the brother into your mattress than into his. Although, in theory, this is all wrong. And ... in general, Tadashi's head was just dizzy from his own escapades, and not at all from the fact that he was almost lying on his younger brother. - AND? Where have you arrived? - Hiro chuckled, the mood returned back to a positive coefficient almost exponentially, because he figured out how to impress the professor. And the older brother who helped him (again or again?) Is simply the best in the world! Just to say this, you have to muster up the courage somewhere. - Hmm ... let me think ... On my bed? - Tadashi narrowed his eyes and smiled slyly. This a little alarmed the guy, but he did not make a single attempt to leave. - And before you had a richer fantasy. Advanced age? - Oh, yes, the sunset of my youth. Now you will get me for your words! Tadashi, with a whoop, without warning, lifted the younger's T-shirt and began to tickle him. In surprise, Hiro screamed and laughed loudly, pushing back from his older brother. Squirming as soon as possible, the boy quickly fizzled out and, not having the strength from laughing, simply sluggishly kicked himself off the omnipresent arms of Tadashi. Hiro had tears in his eyes, he couldn't laugh and he could only wheeze, almost begging his brother to stop. All this fuss ended abruptly when the younger, unexpectedly for both of them, found himself sprawled on Tadashi's bed with his own T-shirt fixed above his head. It happened so completely by accident, but the elder staggered back so hard that he almost fell out of bed, not calculating the distance. The brothers were breathing heavily, trying to realize what it was? .. The very fact of fooling around is the norm, but the reaction embarrassed both. Tadashi was the first to catch his breath and, blushing, tugged at the younger's T-shirt. Hiro never seemed to realize how awkward the situation was. He was only trying to catch his breath. - Boys! - so at the wrong time the cheerful aunt Cass went upstairs to them. - Will you go downstairs for dinner, or will you eat here? - Let's go down. - Here! The brothers' voices sounded in unison and deafened the woman a little, forcing her to look confusedly from one guy to another and back. - Did you fight? - the aunt pointed to the torn-up bed and the disheveled appearance of the brothers. - What? No, we ... - We were just playing around, - finished for the younger Tadashi. - Oh good! Then get down anyway, it's fun there! The brothers almost simultaneously nodded in agreement. Only now Tadashi still had to drag Hiro by force, he, on the way to the table where they had already been covered, tried to sneak away into the garage in order to immediately start work. - Your invention will not run away, and the hungry cannot create! - Hamada senior smiled and, intercepting his brother across the waist, carried him across the hall. The regulars greeted the two brothers warmly and smiled knowingly. From that moment on, busy days began for Hiro and super busy days for Tadashi. The young genius did not want to get out of the garage even in order to acquire the necessary parts, chasing after them either his brother, or his friends, or in general all together. They were not at all opposed, the positive-minded company believed in Hiro, but unlike him, they all studied and could come only in their free time. But their help was not so important to the boy as the support from Tadashi. The idea completely captured Hiro and it was only thanks to his aunt and brother that he didn’t bend at least from hunger. When he fell asleep, Tadashi carefully took him in his arms and carried him to the bed. When Hiro's neck hurt, if he did fall asleep at the table, his brother kneaded her and his shoulders at the same time. When Hiro refused to eat, he literally fed him with a spoon, well, or with chopsticks, depending on what Aunt Cass prepared. The constant closeness was becoming as necessary every hour as the air, but Hiro did not pay attention to it. The more the garage was filled with the components of his invention, the tighter the knot of fear and horror was tied in his stomach at the prospect of an imminent presentation of his invention. On the day when the admission test was scheduled, the boy was completely bent over from the pain in his stomach, but he bravely pretended that everything was in order. The presentation took place in the evening, and the younger Hamada, who had not slept all night, from the very early morning paced the room, moving from one corner to another. He could not find a place for himself and did not see anything around. A drama unfolded in their faces - what if he couldn't? Since childhood, Tadashi took care of Hiro and was not going to leave him now, so he tried with all his might to distract the petty from the panic mood. And he was brave, smiling sarcastically at all the questions about his well-being and habitually answering that everything was all right with him. Completely. But he didn’t eat breakfast anyway. - Hiro, - the boy crashed into his brother, not noticing how he blocked his way, - everything will be fine, there is no reason to be so nervous. Tadashi looked at his little brother seriously, hoping to instill confidence in him. But Hiro did not want to calm down, he just turned around and began to walk back and forth, back and forth again. - Hiro! “Tadashi didn't know what else he could do for his brother. They have always been very close, since childhood, because their parents were not with them, and Aunt Cass ... This is Aunt Cass. The young man gently grabbed the face of the small one with his palms, forcing him to look at himself. - I believe in you, do you hear? Hiro heard, knew, felt all this, perfectly understood that anyone else in Tadashi's place would have spat on a guy who was stuck up to his ears in robotic fights long ago. But his brother was not like that. Despite Hiro's stubborn reluctance to study further, he still found a barely noticeable path to his heart, to show what he so zealously refused to see. Here and now. Native eyes, a soft smile on his face, warm palms on his cheeks. Tadashi always knows what needs to be done to calm Hiro down. And Hiro doesn't always know how to thank his brother. But at that moment everything happened as if by itself, it came out so naturally, as if all this time they always behaved like this with each other. Tadashi was much taller, but now he was bent over, so he just had to stand on tiptoe a little bit to kiss his brother ... it didn't work out on the cheek, but why the lips are worse? The same skin ... Only, as it turned out, it's still more pleasant. And if you also close your eyes, then absolutely all experiences fade into the background. “Tadashi…” Hiro whispered, fearing with loud sounds to frighten off the surging emotions and stood with tightly closed eyes, fearing to look his brother in the eyes. - M? Tadashi did not remove his hands from the boy's face, but shifted them a little lower, closer to the neck, clasping his chin and gently stroking the boy's cheeks with his thumbs. - I like it. Hamada the elder just grunted at such a statement and ran his finger over his brother's lips, opening slightly to kiss him himself - for a long time, tenderly, showing all his love for this young genius, who was now gripping his sweatshirt so tightly in his hands. Hiro's knees buckled from the onset of weakness and Tadashi was forced to remove his hands from the boy's face and neck, moving them much lower, holding them so that he would not fall, pressing him closer to him to feel how fast the younger's heart was beating, and crawling under his favorite red T-shirt palms, stroking the soft skin of the back. Hiro breathed often, one might even say - he puffed very sweetly, he kissed for the first time and all these feelings were also experienced for the first time. I wanted to cuddle closer, closer. Hands on my back burned, a strange fog settled in my head. Tadashi was already almost holding the younger in his arms, he was completely limp sagged in his arms. Hiro in such a state could no longer go to any presentation and urgently needed to do something. In an amicable way, he had to stop, catch his breath, reduce everything to a joke, but Tadashi felt how tense his brother was and did not know if he had the right to stop everything now, leaving him in this state. Hamada senior, gently holding his brother by the hips, sat him down on the table, standing between his knees and uncertainly reached for his shorts, undoing the top button. Feel like yours younger brother so open and just blazing it was unbearable. Tadashi himself was already ill, but all his adequate thoughts left his head long ago, leaving behind only a trace of desires. “Look at me.” Hiro was trembling, but there was no fear in his eyes. He threw up his head and could not tear himself away from the greedy gaze of Tadashi, who was getting a full buzz, watching how the younger's face was distorted in bliss. How he bites his lips to contain his groans, how he is shaken with pleasure from the touch of his brother's hand. - Boys, it's time, it's time! Hiro was completely puffed up after the intense emotions he had experienced, but Tadashi reacted quickly and hugged the younger one so that his aunt would not notice, covering Hiro with her. The boy's eyes were a little glazed and the reaction was slowed down, so Hamada the elder had to do everything, napkins were found in the second drawer of the table, quickly tidy himself up, pull the cap deeper in order to at least slightly hide the blush and hug his brother, whose legs were wadded and gait a little wobbling. Hiro came to his senses only when he was at the exhibition, his head was dizzy with slight excitement. Well, after that, I just wanted to fly on the wings of happiness from success. When Tadashi called him to talk and took him aside, Hiro was not surprised, on the contrary, he even expected it. It was a little embarrassing to remember what happened and he hoped that nothing would change between them. Well, or, almost nothing will change, but only will be added ... There was not enough patience to be silent. “I know everything you’ll tell me:“ I’m glad that your mighty potential will be used for the benefit of science, ”Hiro grimaced, parodying his brother’s eternally serious tone, in order to somehow distract himself from his embarrassing thoughts. “I’ll just say that your fly on the stage was unbuttoned,” Tadashi tried his best to hold back his laughing outward. He perfectly understood the excitement of his brother, but they will be able to cope with everything that fate would not present to them. - Ha-ha, very funny ... - Hiro decided that this was another joke, but still looked down ... - WHAT ?! - Tadashi got a cuff quite deservedly. That is, to do such things on such an important day - we are always welcome, but to warn him about such a trifle, this means we cannot ?! This is the whole Tadashi ... - Ah! - the elder Hamada still laughed, rubbing the bruised place. Perhaps he really needs it. But this is so funny. “I just… wanted to say thank you for believing in me. Tadashi could only smile while looking at his younger genius brother. Well, also give a kiss on the top of the head and drag Aunt Cass by the scruff of the neck. Party tonight!

Notes:

You're just testing me! What is it, now put in from incest? Is this revenge for the destiel? Ummmmm ... I am, of course, a pervert, and of course I liked it, but I am for sex with a marshmallow! (c) Uemura Kasumi

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Disney invites you to meet the characters of his new animated adventure, which will appear in Russian cinemas with 25 October this year.

Hiro Hamada
The young genius of robotics is essentially ordinary 14 -year-old teenager. V free time he constructs combat robots and exhibits them in clandestine battles in San Francisco. The boy's older brother, Tadashi, persuades him to find the best use for his talents and enter the San Francisco Institute of Technology. When tragic events change Hiro's life, his best friend becomes a robot named Baymax. Together they are destined to assemble a team of heroes for a very dangerous mission.

Baymax
A caring inflatable robot nurse who, with the help of a built-in scanner, can measure body temperature or pressure, assess the level of pain and cure almost any ailment. Designed by Tadashi Hamada, Baymax is a breakthrough in applied medicine. But for Hiro, the robot also becomes his best friend. After small changes, as a result of which Baymax gains superpower and the ability to fly, he joins the five brave heroes.

Tadashi Hamada
He designed, engineered and programmed Baymax's innovative medical robotic assistant to help millions of people around the world. Tadashi is an incredibly caring and kind young man, and Hiro realizes how lucky he is with his older brother, while other children can only dream of such a brother.

Aunt cass
A businesslike and energetic woman who runs a popular bakery and coffee shop in San Francisco. Despite all the worries and troubles, she always has time for her beloved nephews - Hiro and Tadashi, with whom she is ready to share joy or sorrow, putting her shoulder ... or a plate of delicious homemade food.

Fred
At first glance, it might seem that this muddler and comic book fan is a bummer with no purpose in life. The guy earns money as a barker and "walking advertisement", however, he is just waiting in the wings. When Fred joins a team of heroes, his knowledge of comics and superheroes is finally put to good use. His heroic alter ego is a monster with sharp claws and a super jump.

Go-Go Tomago
She loves speed, has excellent build, is always collected and is very dedicated to the team. He does not like to talk about trifles, with much greater pleasure he inflates bubbles from chewing gum and makes sarcastic comments about others. Joining a team of heroes, Go-Go gains the ability to develop supersonic speed using magnetic wheels, which also serve as throwing discs and shields.

Professor Robert Callaghan
Lecturer and curator Tadashi heads the Department of Robotics at the prestigious Institute of Technology in San Francisco. Already at the very first meeting with Hiro, he was able to discern in a fourteen-year-old boy a unique ability to design and construct robots.

Alistair Cray
One of the most celebrated alumni of the San Francisco Institute of Technology, an entrepreneur and innovator, he owns the largest technology company in the world - KreiTech. In search of new progressive ideas and discoveries, he goes to the technology exhibition in San Francisco, where he meets the resourceful Hiro.

Wasabi Know-Ginger
Striving for absolute accuracy and ubiquitous order, the big man cannot refuse Hiro's help and joins a team of self-proclaimed heroes. He hones his combat skills and demonstrates amazing use of melee weapons.

Honey Lemon
This amateur chemist is doing well! Behind the appearance of a fashionista in stylish glasses stands a purposeful person, whose motto is: "The impossible is possible." It looks like she can do anything. Whenever she gets into trouble, she demonstrates her deep knowledge of chemistry and helps a brave team of heroes get out of the most difficult situations.

Yokai
Under the mask is the very villain who organized the insidious conspiracy that threatens San Francisco. Hiro invites his friends to join forces to find Yokai and bring him to justice.

Hiro is already fifteen - God, he's already grown up. Hiro does not like sugary tea, watches all sorts of boring scientific programs and inserts rare caustic comments about the delusional words pouring from the speakers. He never wears a hat, content with some old cap, walks briskly in dark gray, broken asphalt and something is barely audible whistling under his breath, sometimes burning his throat with the cold evening air. Hiro, however, grew up. The robots, covered with unpleasant dust, stand on the same dusty forgotten shelf, to which even the owner himself often forgets to cast at least a fleeting glance, which means that nothing is forgotten. In fact, everything is forgotten, crushed into metal pieces that cut better than any knife, and I don't want to remember anything, it hurts too much in the chest somewhere on the left. Hiro is already fifteen - the boy, of course, has grown up, so there is no faith in fairy tales. Fairy tales just throw knives at Hiro. Hiro walks noisily with friends after hard, but such interesting activities, very cleverly jokes on various topics and smiles broadly, as much as the muscles of his face are cramping. It does not belong to the tacit category "I'd rather show the pain to the mirror", it's just that there is no cutting pain, it was burned personally by him about six months ago, of course, there are no dastardly bitter memories of it, fast time heals and applies skillfully seams. Therefore, there is no reason to brutally stir up the past and tear up almost healed wounds with trembling hands, but the truth is, there is absolutely no reason at all. Therefore, Hiro laughs loudly again, feeling a little guilty in front of passers-by, but he is really having fun - happiness seems to tear his chest, and sometimes his lungs seem to be on fire. Hiro is already fifteen - the boy, alas, already knows what pain is. Hiro does not belong to that same desperate category, but for some reason he cannot smile at his reflection. Hiro is the only student who hasn't started his project yet. Of course, this is not necessary, but after all, all future geniuses love to create something new, useful for humanity, so friends are simply surprised by this strange illogicality in Hiro. Hani even once brought him strong tea with one spoonful of honey, thinking that the boy just caught a cold, Gogo then just hit him on the shoulder with a light fist and said her habitual "don't drift". Fred joked again about transitional age , confidently informing that all this garbage is passing, and Wasabi just patted Hiro on the dark shaggy top of his head. They all say that this damn blues will pass, disappear forever in an impenetrable black abyss, leaving absolutely nothing behind. Hiro is already fifteen - the boy trusts his friends, because they are a loyal team of heroes. But Hiro didn't want to be a hero. He's not a hero at all. Heroes believe that everything will be fine, right? Hiro hardly sleeps at night now, cursing the damn tired sleeplessness. But the word "insomnia" does not quite fit the current situation - there are dreams, but it would be better if they did not exist at all. A hot burning flame, whose deafening roar is ringing in his ears, every time he dreams so shamelessly, not wanting to leave his quick-witted consciousness, and Hiro always sees such a familiar broad-shouldered figure running straight into the fiery mouth-death to save someone such a precious life ... Honestly, this very motive could brighten up the gray cruel reality, but Hiro, however, does not believe in fairy tales - Tadashi died just like that. In a loneliness that was not at all cold, as it is described in books and articles; it burns to the bone and melts the skin like butter. Hiro knows that Tadashi would not look for the guilty, would not curse the professor, to whom he was faithful like a dog, but simply would have lived on, because bright sunny good nature was in his blood. Hiro is already fifteen - the boy knows what the others don't. Hiro is not Tadashi. Hiro is a boy with dark caramel eyes who dislikes sugary tea just because life is certainly not sugar. Hiro is not Tadashi. For some reason, it cuts into my memory with a rusty paper clip, which cannot be removed. Hiro is not Tadashi. Hiro is a lost boy of fifteen. Hiro is not Tadashi. I would like to write in bright red marker on the forehead for loved ones who believe that Tadashi is here. Hiro is not Tadashi. Hiro does not know what to believe, but there is still no belief in the fairy tales “relatives will remain in the heart forever”. Hiro makes arrangements with such outgoing friends to go to the movies tomorrow, and then turns off the phone, watching the bright screen go out thirty seconds later. The broken boy is tired; the broken boy wants not to think that this cannot go on, six months have already passed, it would be time to get used to it already. Yes, only here is a habit, like a wild wolf, does not want to sit on a chain and always deftly escapes, leaving Hiro with a toxic pain inside, corroding better than any acid. He needs to learn to live without vigorous morning wishes for a happy day, without a heavy unpleasant palm on his head, without inspired words of support, which always gave a huge amount of the necessary strength. It’s time to start… Hiro is already fifteen - the boy has broken down and has grown. Hiro will not believe in fairy tales until his last breath, because they really are lies. Hiro is already fifteen - life loved to throw him over sharp dagger stones. Hiro knows that these same tales are throwing knives in his back. Hiro is already fifteen, a broken heart squeezing in his chest, held captive by the ribs. Hiro does not want, as in the novels, to pull him out and throw him out of harm's way. And Hiro is not Tadashi. Therefore, Hiro starts his first project. Hiro is not Tadashi. And that very warm, warming good-naturedness in him, of course, is not. Hiro is just a boy of fifteen with eyes that are dark. Hiro knows that his first project will be the most amazing of his life. Hiro knows how to handle steel. Therefore, Hiro's heart will be steel.