Just a phase.
Tadashi glanced down at the screen again, making sure he was heading in the right direction. His stupid brother was bot fighting again, he had to be where he was on the gps. The little sexless demon was rebelling. He knew it, had gone through the stage himself, though he had never been as much trouble to his parents. But they didn’t have to know everything that Hiro was up to. As far as they knew he was going to go pick up his brother from a friend’s house.
What a joke, Hiro didn’t have friends.
His parents were blind. He loved them so much, but they were simply blind; both of their sons far too brilliant for them, Hiro more so. His brain running circles around them while he was still half asleep. He urged his moped faster, hoping that his stupid brother wasn’t dead in a ditch somewhere. “Just a phase,” He reminded himself.
The longest damn phase Hiro was going through.
They should have waited. He knew they should have, if Hiro didn’t just figure it out. Which, when they had told him, he was sure he hadn’t, they hadn’t seen how earth shattering their declaration had been. They had expected him to not take it well, had braced themselves for it to hurt their precious baby boy. But they had broken his sweet little brother. So what if he was adopted? Sure they didn’t share any blood but he still considered him his brother.
Twelve. He had been too young. He was fourteen now, a nightmare on two legs.
Realizing he’s finally within yards of his brother, he looked up. Typical bot fighting scene, abandon rundown buildings. A few random watchers peering out of windows or loitering on the fire escape peering at him. They didn’t see a cop, so no alarms were raised. But no sign of Hiro.
He wasn’t about to drive on, the gps said he was here! Turning onto a sidewalk he did his best to turn around without hitting anyone. Though several shouted at him, they didn’t matter. In this part of town they were up to no good anyway, and he needed to find Hiro. Realizing that in the dim light he had missed an alley he shot off in that direction.
The alley was short, dark, perfect to miam and murder without being caught. The scene proved as much as he saw his little brother pressed up against the grimy building wall. His lips were moving, no doubt trying to smart mouth his way out of the situation. He let out a growl, squeezing the handles on his moped tightly, not bothering to stop.
He was a good guy, really. He put time in at his Aunt’s shop, did his duties, earn his way into college. A great guy, he knew it. People told him so. But he was an alpha, too. And all that was easily tossed aside at the sign of his little brother attempting to laugh off someone trying to lodge a brass knuckle into his head.
The alpha in him made his body tremble with rage, made his blood roar painfully in his ears as he revved up his moped. Fully determined to lodge his front wheel into someone’s back, he drove at them. He collided with some no named piece of trash. Not even pausing to see if he had done fatal damage, he dived off his bike into the second guy. He was fighting, blindly fighting, but he trusted himself to know what to do. His precious brother was in trouble and he’d die before he let someone harm a hair on his head. His knuckled ached as he downed a third guy with an arm jarring upper cut. What was his head made out of? His smart talking, troublesome brother distracted him with a weird battle cry. At least he hoped it was a battle cry.
Whipping his head in Hiro’s direction his rage clouded vision cleared just enough to see his brother holding a stray plank of wood, jumping up and down over the thug he had hit with his bike. “Stop celebrating and let’s get out of here.” He growled, feeling danger approaching. More people no doubt, he turned his head seeing his forgotten moped lying on its side. He ran to it, stepping on Hiro’s downed thug without a care. He hoisted it up easily, with a snarl he barked at his brother, “Get on.”
He watched, not even remotely satisfied as his brother ran towards him, another man appearing as a door was kicked open. He wasn’t going to let anyone damage his brother. The only one allowed to even think about slapping sense into Hiro was him. Not that he would hurt him either. But he could still be annoyed with his brother’s behavior.
He felt the engine sputtering between his legs and Hiro’s thin arms slip around his waist. Without another moment to spare he peeled off, determined to get out of trouble.
“I can’t believe you.” He shouted back to his brother.
“It was worth it.” His stupid brother piped back. Instead of starting another endless battle trying to reason with his brilliant brother, he focused on getting home safely.
Silently he brooded, wishing he could figure out how to convince Hiro how to stop these stupid games. Sure the risks seemed worth it to him. Whether it was by thrill or brilliance, he had to get his brother to stop. He needed Hiro to redirect himself or die trying.