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By Wynter Daye
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. I'm pretty sure Yamato's thankful for that.
Wynter's Notes: To clarify, this is in Takeru's point of view. And, um, some jappenese terms in this fic are:
Onii-chan: Big brother
Otouto: Little brother
Warnings: This is kinda twisted... So don't say I didn't warn you.
Confusion.
Confusion, shock, and horror shone in his eyes when he saw me.
He started tugging at the ropes at his wrists.
"Its okay, onii-chan… you're safe… no one is going to hurt you…" I said as I moved slowly towards him.
With each step I took, he countered by scooting backwards. His back was soon at the wall.
'Why was he moving away from me?'
'Is he scared? Why? There's nothing to be afraid of…'
When I was close enough, I knelt down in front of him.
"I'm gonna take this off, ok?" I reached behind him and untied the cloth that was covering his mouth.
Once it was off, Yamato, in a shaky voice, asked, "T-Takeru, what's going on?"
"Well, you see onii-chan…" I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck, "I couldn't let them hurt you any more."
Yamato gave me an odd look. "Them? Takeru, who are you talking about?"
"You know who I'm talking about." My features turned into a sneer momentarily, before reverting back to its smile, "They were taking you away from me…"
"Takeru, who?" Yamato looked more confused then before.
I snickered at his cluelessness. 'How could he not know?' Soon, my snickering turned into full blown laughter.
Yamato flinched at the volume of my unexpected laughter. "Take… Takeru?" He looked unsettled.
When I finally calmed down, tears were streaming down my face. "You were… busy… always had more… important things to do… you forget about me… your otouto… you forgot about your otouto…" I was chuckling and sobbing while I spoke.
"Takeru… I'm sorry… I…" Yamato trailed off, unsure of what to say. From his tone of voice and from the look in his eyes, I knew he felt guilty.
My smile melted off my face. For some reason I can't fathom, Yamato's apology irked me.
I slapped him.
His face jerked violently to one side. Yamato turned back to face me, his eyes wide with shock. Yamato's cheek had reddened from the hit, and there was a bit of blood trickling down the side of his mouth.
Oops. Must've hit him too hard.
My hand reached up to wipe the blood off. I stared at the red smear on my thumb, transfixed.
"I'm sorry… Takeru…"
I looked up at Yamato. He had tears in his blue eyes.
I smiled as I wrapped my arm back around Yamato's neck.
"It's okay, onii-chan…" I started to bring him closer to me, in till his head was resting on my shoulder. "You're here now. We're together now." I whispered in his ear.
Wynter's Notes: ... Um... So... How was your day?