Peter's eyes were desperate. Sacrifice your heart. Hiro could feel his own face drop in total despair. He couldn't kill this man! Not a good man! Sylar deserved to die and he was more than glad to have ended the villain's life. As his heart thumped its denial of Peter's plea, he felt something lift him and throw him away.--- ****** ---
He picked up speed, watching Peter become smaller even as he glowed brighter and brighter. Instinct took over and the world twisted.
Daylight speared his eyes as he flew through the air, landing with a splash into salt water. Sputtering, choking, he flailed to the surface. Fortunately, it wasn't too deep, so a few strong strokes drew him towards the beach. As he climbed to his feet, pulling seaweed off of him, a couple of girls tittered, looking him up and down. Japanese girls.
I'm home! He ran towards the stalls, trying to get away from the crowds. Once he managed to duck out of sight, he concentrated on the office. Hopefully, it was still the workweek, hopefully the same day. His own cubicle greeted him when he opened his eyes. He was getting much better at this. He headed off to Ando's cube.
Ando stared at his computer screen raptly, until he sensed movement at the entrance. "Kabuto-san, I...Hiro!" He surged to his feet, enveloping his friend. "You're back! I heard..."
"What did you hear? Is New York gone?"
"No, no. There was an explosion, but it was high in the air over New York."
Peter! "Oh no! He exploded! He must have flown away to save the people on the ground!"
Hiro folded into Ando's chair, his heart sinking. "Peter Petrelli. He was the exploding man. He...asked me to kill him after I killed Sylar. With his last breath, Sylar threw me away. I would have died if I had hit the building, so I teleported away. I only meant to go a little distance away, but I ended up here."
Ando took in the wet suit. "Hiro, what are you going to do?"
"I must return, Ando. Otosan is still there."
Ando grabbed his sleeve. "Not like that. You should take a shower first."
When Ando is right, Ando is very right, Hiro mused as he toweled his hair dry. It had kept his mind off, for a moment, of the events in New York. Poor Peter. But in the end he was a hero. He'd laid down his life to save people he'd never met. Hiro needed to go back to his father and tell him what had happened.
"I got your extra clothes from your locker, Hiro. We should head off now. Where do you think your father will be?"
Hiro was glad that Ando wasn't talking about what had happened. "He will probably be at the Nakamura Industries apartments." Slowly he slipped into the shirt Ando had retrieved. "Ando, I..."
Ando's eyes narrowed. "I am coming with you. You killed Sylar, so it's safe for me to go with you now."
There was no arguing with that logic. He grabbed Ando's upper arm and willed them to the apartment building. As if he'd called, his father waited behind his desk. Hiro bowed.
"You have heard?"
Hiro nodded miserably. "I killed Sylar, otosan, but I could not help Peter."
Kaito lay his hand on his son's shoulder. "It is regrettable, but sacrifice is the way of a hero." He walked over to one of the leather chairs and sat down. "I assume you wish to stay in New York for a time?" At Hiro's nod, he shook his head a bit. "You can stay in your sister's apartment."
"But what if she comes here to...?"
"Your sister will get the executive suite, which is only fitting. Her aide is moving her belongings even as we speak. However, while you're here, your obligation to your family cannot be forgotten."
From the table beside the chair, Kaito picked up a cream-colored envelope. "I am going home at dawn. There is a function I need you to attend as a representative of this family."
Hiro's eyes widened. "Me? Represent the family?"
"Tomorrow a tailor will come and fit you for a tuxedo."
"Tuxedo?" Hiro squeaked.
"I suppose I should make certain he measures Ando-kun as well."
"Tuxedo?" Ando squeaked.
Kaito almost rolled his eyes, but thought better of it. "Your English is better than his, Ando." He handed Hiro the envelope. "We have already send the RSVP."
Hiro felt his spine stiffen as he looked at the contents. "Petrelli? Why am I attending this party?"
"Our family supported his campaign. It is expected that we will attend his victory celebration. Goodnight, Hiro. I will be leaving early, so I do not expect you to see me off." Before Hiro could say anything further, he got up and headed for the bedroom.
"I cannot go to this party," Hiro growled, glaring at door his father had closed. "Nathan Petrelli is a villain who let his own brother die instead of helping."
"Hiro-kun. I know this is not the best of occasions. However, there is nothing that says you have to stay long."