( Hate being single )

Serial dating would imply that I can get a date in the first place...

( Soup )

( Vengeful )

( Parent )

( Dance )

( Fortune cookie )

"Hiro, my face hurts," Ando complains from the back. He immediately goes back to making the silly face that Matt Parkman Jr. seems to like before he can start wailing again. Hiro can't blame him. If it wasn't for the fact that he's driving, he'd spell Ando.

Actually, he already tried to spell Ando and it didn't work. For whatever reason, he can't make the face in the same way Ando can so the baby just cries. Of course, maybe he's hungry now. Maybe they can stop and take a breather. Hiro's starving and he's sure that Ando is feeling the same way.

He looks at the signs they're blowing past on I-95. "We could stop. Give him a bottle so that he won't cry so much."

"Good idea. I'm hungry," Ando says shortly, getting back into position as soon as he's finished.

They pull into a McDonald's in Fredericksburg. "I'll sit out here with the baby at the tables while you get lunch. You know what I want."

Fortunately, baby Matt is as hungry as Hiro. He sucks on the bottle with a ferocity that tells Hiro that it was way past his lunchtime. Hiro sits outside patiently, knowing that Ando is probably in there flirting with some girl. Usually it makes him impatient, but after several hundred miles of making crazy faces at a cranky baby, Hiro can't begrudge him a chance to feel like a normal human being. When he finally emerges from the McDonalds to the little tables outside, he looks a lot more relaxed. It helps that baby Matt is dozing against Hiro's shoulder. The little smile on his face tells Hiro that he at least had some time to chat a girl up.

"Was she cute?" Hiro smirks as he one-handedly opens up his Quarter Pounder and dumps his fries in the lid.

Ando nods, the little smile getting a bit bigger. "At least, he's finally taking a break."

"Well, maybe if I drive fast enough, we can get to Washington before he realizes it."

"That would be wonderful," Ando groans as he takes a bite of his Big Mac. "How many miles?"

"About 80."

"Do me a favor, Hiro. Break the speed limit, please?"

It sort of pains Hiro to break the law, but perhaps in this case it can be justified a little. "Okay, I'll go 70."

( Travel personality )

Once upon a time there was a blue Nissan Versa...

( Silent Life )

( Pumpkin Face )

( Flower )

( Hyper )

I've given my character a healthy dose of Veritaserum and now they have to tell the truth. What does this mean for you? Ask my character questions about anything and everything and they will truthfully answer it. If you have more than one verse with Hiro, please specify which one you want.

( Personality Quiz )

This is not a nice quiz.

What kind of redemption do you mean? The personal? The religious? The societal? I believe in all cases redemption is possible, but does it not depend on whether or not the person involved actually wishes it? I do not believe that anyone is completely irredeemable. Even Sylar. But there has to be the desire to be redeemed. There are the few who believe themselves beyond it because they have done truly awful things, but if they wish absolution for their crimes, they need only make the proper reparations and truly mean them. Unfortunately, most of those capable of such evils usually do not care enough to want redemption. Or believe such a desire to be a sign of weakness. They are contemptuous of the pain they cause. They think it is their right as the strong to make people hurt.

Perhaps the proper question should be, is redemption truly desired?

Hiro sat on Chuck's bed, watching him pack his suitcases. They looked a little thin to him. "Are you sure you do not want to bring more?"

To Hiro's eye, Chuck looked a little nervous. Of course, he was moving across country, away from his sister for a while. Though he would still be helping with her wedding, it was still going to put them farther apart than they ever had in his life, if Hiro remembered correctly. But Chuck needed this. He needed to use his skills, use his brain for something other than saving the Intercept. The Yamagato internship program had been around for years and it was the perfect chance for Chuck to just get away from all of the last few months' insanity. New friends, new work and possibly a new chance with Sarah. The IT department was a mix of nationalities, which his father had been proud to foster. Although the big money was still to be made for those who worked in Tokyo, it was still a respectable amount of money. And, the fact that they didn't have to pay for a place to live only helped more. The apartments were fully furnished so they could cut eating costs by cooking their own food.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. I have you and Sarah assigned to the same apartment. I have to double up this year and the small apartment is better for a single person. I thought since you two know each other you could be in the same apartment. It is a 2-bedroom one. It also has 2 bathrooms. That is ok, is it not? If not, you can have the single and I will see if I can find another girl to room with Sarah."

( Gift )

( Costume design? )

( Nani?! )

( Snobby )

( But I do not find romance boring )

( True me )

( Passion Beach )

( Warm )

( Friendship )

( Kinky )

( Life is good )

If I do not stop now, I will end up with several posts!

Hiro doesn't know why he's just received a flyer from a funeral home. He can't imagine anything he's bought since he's been in America that would have gotten him onto this list. Curious, he looks through the brochure, looking at pretty caskets and lovely grounds. He thinks about crowded Japanese graveyards, full of monuments and urns. A number of drunken obons spent picking through the family plot in Osaka to bring the home the ancestors.

Despite the lovely arrangement that he could have with this place, he's always known the answer. He will be cremated. He is, after all, Japanese. Although he figures he'll be placed in the family plot, he wonders if he shouldn't put a space burial in his will. It would be a nice send-off, ashes spreading across the stars forever and ever. What an obon he'd make! The family would be gazing up in the stars wondering if Uncle Hiro will come home and celebrate.