#arihiro

The first time Hiro met Hiccup and Jack, he thought they were Ari’s brothers. 

Oh my goooooooooooooood you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to answer this question. For real, though, I’ve been thinking about it a lot so here goes:

So basically, in my little head ‘verse where Ari and Hiro are in a playful (possibly dangerous) relationship, Tadashi and Honey Lemon are happily dating and have been for a while. As far as Tadashi knows, Hiro and Ari are just two nerds building robots together, and literally spending all their time with each other. He’s a concerned older brother, but he’s completely oblivious to their relationship at first. 

So basically, Tadashi gets a bit worried. He notices Hiro getting in Ari’s space, and stuff like that. He knows Ari’s a bit jumpy, (after getting kicked in the gut) so he gets a little concerned. They might be friends, close friends, but he doesn't know how to interpret the situation so he goes to his lovely girlfriend for some advice. He sits down with her and tells her everything he's experienced and has a fairly long rant and when he's done, Honey Lemon sits quietly, her eyes trained on him. She rubs her temple, muttering something in spanish under her breath. Then she smiles at him, put her hands on his hands, and says very slowly so that he can understand: "Oh honey, they're gay."

Tadashi just stares at her, unable to comprehend that his 'innocent' little brother could possibly be in a relationship already (wasn't he still like, 12?) and he just stares at his hands, Honey's hands resting atop them. 

"what" he says blankly, looking up at her face again.

"They're gay. Like together. Probably right now. As we speak."

So pretty much Tadashi like, hurries back home and bursts into their shared room. 

"yoU GUYS ARE HAVING SEX???"

But they're just sitting on the floor with various bot parts spread around them. And Hiro turns to Ari like.

"why didn't you tell me Ari, I would've put Megabot down."

[[ I’ll have the picture I drew up tomorrow—err asap? Also, haHA I told you I was going to stop writing- /and I mean it/ but AriHiro is my fucking life and I love these little shits~~ I wish I could prepare you for this storm, but I cannot. ]]

The sound of small clinks and the clicking of keyboards filled the silence between two boys. Sitting next to each other, close enough for their elbows to brush occasionally. Hiro, legs stretched out, pencil between his teeth, looked closely at his newest upgrade of megabot. He’d been tweeking it and messing around with the thing for about an hour now, screwdriver in one hand, array of tools on his lap. 

Sitting in that hospital bed was a terror. He’d never been so antsy in his entire life, even through all the doctor visits when he was first adopted, even through all the bullying before he was pulled out of school. He’d never wanted to be on his feet more than right now. He’d never wanted to be any place but where he was, more than right now. He curled in on himself, his head between his knees, trying desperately to calm himself. 

The memories came anyways, though- there was no stopping them, really. Memories of Hiro. He let himself cry, but only until the pain came back, and then his chest stuttered with the sharp jab of betrayal. The doctors, they did everything they could, but recover his eye? It wasn’t something that was possible, and they kept telling him they he’d never see again. It was a hard thing to hear for a 19 year old. He knew that he should have been more careful, that when he enrolled into that college it would be the end of his Bot Fighting career- but Hiro had begged him to come along, promised it’d be fun. He promised.

He should have known it was a bad idea from the start, after seeing the boy meet him outside the Cafe, the worst of looks on his face. But he’d perked up as soon as he saw Ari, so he’d thought that Hiro wasn’t really in a bad mood… How foolish of him to think something like that. When Hiro was angry at someone, his stubborn personality just wouldn’t let it go. He could seem perfectly fine, and then all of a sudden explode. Sure, sometimes he did that, but with Hiro- it was dangerous. It was evident when he was younger, and now that he was a teenager, it was just ridiculous. 

They’d won the first two fights, Hiro then Ari, their bots only similar in power, so it was easy to work as a team to find out the competitors’ weaknesses. They created signals for certain things, like an unbalanced voltage attack arm, or a faulty battery, or junk exterior. Honestly, all the robots they came up against were kids toys compared to their bots. Hiro’s bot was the deception, looking like it was made by a five year old, and tricking them into believing it had the power of one. Ari’s bot was the showy one, looking more like a work of art than a battle bot. Both of them looked weak, or were underestimated. Sometimes Ari just wished these people weren’t so stupid, that maybe he could go up against someone worth fighting. He remembered the time when he and Hiro crossed paths in the ring, and he remembered being blown away by his power. Back then, with his pretty inexperienced bot, he was easily taken down by Hiro, but he thought that it they went at it again, he might stand a chance. And really, it was that- and Hiro’s arrogance, that started their fight.

"Where are you going? There’s a fight down the street, we can make it if we-" Hiro argued, clenching his bot in his fist, his eyes angry.

"No! Hiro, if we go to it, they’ll have figured us out by now- do you want to get in trouble again?" Ari said back, his voice annoyed. It was barely a difference from Hiro’s, but he thought that maybe he held the better state of mind at the moment. Whether that be due to his own ignorance, or an actual fact, was up to the bystander.

"You’re just worried about your pretty bot getting a bit ruffed up, aren’t you? You’re such a pussy, Ari.” Hiro snapped. “You can’t even hold your own in a fight, that power is all mine- you’re nothingwithout me.”

Ari, who had be turning to leave, rounded on Hiro, getting up into his face. He had about an inch and a half on the boy, and he definitely used it, trying to make himself appear taller."You want to say that again to my face?" Ari said, gritting his teeth. He grabbed hold of the front of Hiro’s shirt, locking his eyes on the other’s face. Hiro tried to shove him away, but did not succeed. 

"You’re nothing without me.” Hiro finally repeated, and Ari turned them and shoved Hiro up against the wall of the alley. He saw Hiro knock his head against the brick, but he didn’t care. His anger was bubbling up, the acid of it burning his insides. Hiro blinked a few times, before seeming to regain his disposition, and threw a right hook. Ari miscalculated the punch, and was knocked off balance, letting Hiro go. But Hiro didn’t stop there- he went and grabbed Ari’s shirt with one hand and delivered another punch to the other boy’s face. And it would’ve been fine- sure, they probably would have a lot of explaining to do, a lot of apologizing, but it wouldn’t have been like this.

If only Hiro had stopped, especially when Ari turned his face at the last second- intent on stopping him, his hands weakly gripping the loose parts of Hiro’s hoodie.

Ari felt his body shake again in a sob, his tears turning the light blue sheets navy. He looked over to the chair beside him, where the nurse had put his clothes. They washed them, cleaned the blood right out of the fabric. It was as if he were never damaged, as if Hiro never threw those punches. The only evidence left was his right eye, the pupil clouded and grey- completely sightless.

“I-I didn’t mean it-" Hiro had pleaded. "I never meant to hurt you-”

Ari gave a cold laugh to the empty hospital room.

"Of course you didn’t." 

[Ohayo~ It's Spain with more Ari Frost <33 This one's a little dark, just a drabble I had in mind.]

It was an accident.

Pain spiked through his skull, darkness overwhelming his right eye. He gasped, his knees shaking hard as he scrambled for a hold on the brick wall at his side. The pain was so intense, he could barely find the focus to breathe right, his chest stuttering violently. He brought a hand up to his eye, feeling a wetness coat his palm, he drew back to see a shocking red through his left eye, his right terribly- horrifyingly dark.

“Hiro- w-what have you done?”  Ari cried out, the tone of his voice causing his fighter bot to double back and scurry up his side and into his jacket pocket. He went back to putting pressure on his eye, even though sharp, needle-like pain made his head spin. Hiro was a blurry figure, his face a blotch again the gray tones of the street. He couldn’t help himself when he felt fat tears rolling down his cheeks, dripping down onto his shirt, mixing in with the blood. “H-Hiro-“

“I’m sorry, I- I didn’t mean it,” Hiro stuttered, shoving his own bot into his pocket, and taking a few steps close to Ari. The anger he’d felt moments ago had vanished, twisting into a guilt that made his stomach turn. Hiro fumbled with his cell, trying to dial numbers, but then just deciding to hit his first speed dial: Tadashi.

“Tadashi, call the ambulance, or do something, Ari’s hurt, we’re not close to anything, I’m scared-“ Hiro gasped, tears welling up in his eyes. Ari couldn’t stand any longer, the combination of shock, and anger, and fear, eating his energy, and forcing him to his knees. He held himself up with his one arm, staring down at the pavement, watching as blood dripped from his hand, forming a small puddle beneath him. “I don’t know what to do, his eye- he’s hurt, I’m so scared-“

Ari’s harsh breathing was making him light headed, his vision swimming, and he collapsed to the side, pain shooting through his skull again. He tried to cry out, but it only surfaced as a soft moan. The last thing he heard was Hiro frantically crying over the phone, before everything went dark.

--

Ari woke up in the hospital to a soft, repetitive beeping coming from the machine at his bedside. He felt weak, his body aching, and when he blinked open his eyes, and he was startled to find that his right eye was dark. Reaching up, he found that there was a patch over it, but he felt the knot in his throat anyways, and the heaviness in his chest.

The darkness he saw wasn’t the same as his vision being blocked; it was deeper, it was painful. Ari hiccupped, drawing a sharp breath in as he felt the tears returning. He tried to fight them, but he was too afraid, too angry. A shift next to his leg startled him, he hadn’t seen the boy snoozing with their head on the bedside, because it had been on the right. He recognized the figure immediately. From the wild, dark hair, to the almost child-like, rounded face, even into his late teens. Normally, Ari was relieved to see the boy, but at the moment, all he felt was a cold, empty void in his chest.

“Ari…?” Hiro muttered sleepily, moving to sit up. When he rubbed his eyes open, he blinked curiously at his friend. Ari almost laughed. Friend. And to think it could have been so much more.

“I don’t want to see you right now.” Ari said stiffly, his hands fisting the sheets around his middle. He looked away from the boy, and out the window to his other side. He felt a few tears running down to his chin, but he paid them no mind. He was crying, but that didn’t make what Hiro did any less horrific. It was an accident. An accident.

Accident.

“Ari, you know I would never hurt you-“ Hiro tried, but Ari cut him off.

“Never hurt me?” he choked out, his shoulders shaking slightly in some overwhelming emotion. He wasn’t sure what it was, but whatever it was- it fucking hurt. It hurt more than the pain in his head, more than the scuffs on his knees, or the brush burn on his hands. It hurt more than anything he could imagine. “It’s too late for that.”

“Ari, please-“

“Get out.”

“Ari-“

“Leave!” Ari shouted, squeezing his eye shut, pulling the covers up over his shoulder. He curled down into the hospital bed, listening intently as Hiro’s breathing became harsher, before he stood so fast that he knocked his chair over, and he slammed the door so hard that he could hear the vibrations. He could tell that this wasn’t something that they were going work around, filling the hole they dug together with sweet nothings. It wasn’t going to be like the other times they patched up what was broken with duct tape and science. It was going to be different this time.

It was going to be dark.