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all he needed to complete his image of self-confidence was a pair of dark glasses; besides, by taking them off in the right way, they'd increase his sex-appeal, turning him into a chick-magnet. Next, it came to his mind that Hiro, being able to bend time and space, was a living proof that superpowers were real, so, if they existed, who was going to say that he, Ando, didn't have a power too?
Though, as far as he could tell, the only extraordinary ability he had was an extreme adaptability to circumstances. He snickered; that'd be a silly, or more like lame, power to have. Yet, thinking about it, it could turn out to be quite useful. It'd help him to feel comfortable in all the exotic places they'd go if, after this mission was completed, Hiro suddenly Decided to begin fighting crime all around the world. Which was very likely, if Knew His friend Ando. Ando
His Head Turned to ask Hiro About That, Both the crime fighting him and the Possibility of Having a superpower, pero Hiro WAS fast asleep. No wonder, Ando Thought, smiling, sincere I Had Spent the whole night before composing a lengthy post for His blog on the computer at the hotel they'd WHERE Spent last night. Convincing Hiro to stop at a hotel Had Been difficult. He'd wanted to keep going non-stop Until They Reached Their destination, pero Ando Needed to rest. "Do you want us to end up at the bottom of a cliff if I fall asleep at the wheel?" Ando asked. "We can not carry on your mission if we're dead." That Had Worked pretty good, and Ando Hadgotten a good night's rest Had not Even if Hiro.
Ando, of course, Hiro WAS narrating Knew Their journey to save the world on internet historical journal. Certainly he'd much as Expected, But He Was amazed at the comments Amount of Each entry had. There Were too many people encouraging Them, Though Ando Wonderer How Many of Them Actually Believe What Hiro said. Most likely, They Thought It Was a journal fictional character for an RPG, or Something Like That. Several times DURING
Said journey, if Hiro Ando pondered Had Thought of Himself as an RPG character to an Extent. It Was Hard, Even for Ando, Who Had Known him for years, to tell if Hiro ever Had Properly set against foot on Earth. After all, Hiro's life gravitated around Mostly comic books, science-fiction televisionsion series, and online gaming, to the point that it had been through comic books that he and Ando had bonded when they first met. Ando could recall very clearly the first time they'd looked at each other, and how scared Ando had been that day...
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Ando was aware that his father called their house 'small', but he didn't think of it like that despite having seen on television that some characters lived in huge houses, specially in foreign production. After all, that was fiction and this was reallity, and his friend's houses were all roughly the same size. At least he didn't think of it like that until the day when the Nakamura household opened its gates before him.
He’d had problems believing that a building so big, big enough to be twice the size of his school, sheltered only one family. Still, he promised himself he wouldn't say a thing about it; he'd been admonished earlier that morning, while his mother dressed him to be as polite as possible while he was there. There was always the possibility that this invitation he'd gotten could translate into blessings for his whole family. Ando and his father walked down the paved road towards the main building, between two rows of cherry trees. Ando reflected briefly that it had to be wonderful being there when they bloomed, but now he had more important and immediate matters to worry about, like how he was going to survive the current experience. Ando nervously held the present he’d give to his hosts. He di “I'm very pleased to meet you, Ando-kun!” Hiro said, still beaming. “Do you want to see my comic book collection?” Before Ando could answer, Hiro grabbed his arm and dragged him to a secondary entrance, and then all the way to his room, which didn't matter because Ando was going to say yes anyway, or, at least, he wasn't going to say no. The Nakamura household was as impressive on the inside as it had been from the outside. Ando surrendered himself to being led while looking around. A state of awe took the place of his fear. Everything seemed new and expensive, so Ando thought it'd be wiser to follow his mother's advice for once and not to touch anything.
He raised his left arm—Hiro held the right one in a firm grip—ad father roll his eyes and Ando's father threaten to do all kinds of nasty stuff to his son. Even with those threats, neither boy ever received a harsh punishment. Except that time when they were camping in Hiro's backyard and they fished and ate some of Mrs. Nakamura's goldfish from the pond.
The boys agreed to never mention the incident again. - And, now here they were, in their craziest adventure yet, living, literally, a super-hero comic book in a strange land, with powers and all. Hopefully, the author, this Mr. Isaac, was on their side, and he would let the heroes triumph as they always did. The story would have a happy ending, well-deserved after all their hard work. Save the day and get the girl. Hiro would save tthing. I hurried things up because it makes me happy to know my son has someone to be himself with.” That conversation kept Ando awake many nights, musing on the real meaning behind Mr. Nakamura's words, 'fate' and 'destiny' specially. Still, he didn't mention them to Hiro, honoring their pact of never bringing up anything related to the goldfish incident.

Now, at this moment, driving the Nissan Versa through the United States, Ando wondered if this was what Hiro's father was talking about, that the two friends were meant to save the world. Yeah, right, Ando laughed. Mr. Nakamura was always two steps ahead, but that would be just too much, wouldn't it?

As Hiro woke up, complained about his stiff neck, asked where they were, and laughed about him not noticing earlier he was driving differently than in Japan, Ando completely dismissed that idea. It was more likely that Mr. Nakamura had bet on chance while deciding randomly which of his employees had a son around Hiro's age, and had gotten lucky.

After all, what truly mattered was that they cared for each other and they always would, until the end of the road.