He's Still my Brother
By Chyna Rose
Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon. Implied Kensuke. Blame it on the caffeine and sugar. Send feedback.
I swear, I saw them together just yesterday.
I just can't believe it!
If you can't believe that, then you're never gonna believe this…
I know what you say about him, the rumors in the hall as I pass. You don't want me to hear what you say. You don't think that I know. But I do. And frankly I don't care. Blood has always been thicker than water.
Look there she is!
Do you think she knows?
How could she not know. Unless he's never told anyone.
You look at me funny when I walk by. I can hear the whispers and the sniggers that have nothing to do with the scant few pounds I've put on. And we have a pretty good understanding. I ignore what you say; pretend that I don' t hear anything. You don't talk to me; keep your words of pity in your hateful eyes.
Did you hear about Daisuke Motomiya?
No. What about him?
Daisuke? Isn't that Jun's baby brother?
But it hurts. It hurts me that you talk about him like that. I'd much rather listen to you talk about how I'm having someone or another's baby- even if it isn't true. Even if it was true. I don't care what you say about me, just leave Daisuke out of this. It's me you should hate. Not him. Never him.
God! What a messed up family.
I hope they rot in hell.
It's so obvious though. I could always tell.
He's happy. For once in his life he's truly happy. Can't you see that? But no. You don't care about him. You don't care that he hasn't woken up screaming from an unknown nightmare for the first time in months. Or that he doesn't hide behind a mask of hyperactivity, his eyes showing true emotion that I haven't seen in years. Or that he no longer feels the need to draw his demons. The grotesquely beautiful beings with wings and hard, red eyes. The ones that haunted his every sleeping moment. Or that sick way he used to stare at the knives when he thought no-one was watching. All you care about is that he's different. That he fell in love with some he 'has no right' to.
I hear that he's going to be kicked off the soccer team.
That's good. Who needs people like that on the team- even if he's a good player.
It must be weird changing in front of him. I mean he must be checking them out.
God. You all are so petty and idiotic. I bet you don't even understand what love is. That's it! That's got to be it! You're jealous of him. Every single one of you. You're jealous because he's found love and you haven't . Even I'm jealous of him about that. But I don't hate him for it. Don't hate him for who he fell in love with. I can't hate him. I know him to well; all his demons and his angels. Just as he knows all mine. It's the pull of blood; the kin bond. We may fight, but like most siblings we really do love and care about each other.
…little faggot…
…dating that Ken guy. In full view of the public no less…
Thank God my brother's strait. I'd hate to be in her shoes.
I can hear every single word you say as I pass by your little groups and gossip clubs. I'm used to it. I've always been able to supply fodder for the rumor mill. Jun, the school slut. But now you look at me with your sick eyes. The name Motomiya on your lips. But now it's Daisuke rather than Jun that you speak of in hushed tones. I wish you would stop. I wish you would go back to talking about me, and what I've done. Just leave him alone. I know that Daisuke is gay. I accept it. How could I not? He's still my brother.
