A/N: Written for the Digimon Flash Bingo on the Digimon Fanfiction Challenges Forum (link in profile), 340 - prompt: "Let me go, let me at 'er!" Angewomon.
Losing it.
Osamu didn't know how to lose control. He wanted to, because it sounded wonderful: to be able to rage and scream to his heart's content and not worry about the aftermath – except he did worry about the aftermath, and that stayed his hand.
He wanted to be able to throw a temper tantrum like Ken when something didn't go his way, but it just wouldn't happen. And Ken stopped doing that anyway; he followed Osamu, but Osamu wasn't convinced that was a good idea. Ken still ran around a lot though, made a lot of noise and chaos that was the perfect outlet of stress, and Osamu tried to join in. He really did. But he couldn't manage it; it was too strange and foreign and he couldn't do anything except blow bubbles on the terrace – and watch them pop.
It was almost funny how Ken's bubbles never burst at all, no matter how big he blew them. He didn't hold back; Osamu did, he did and he wished that for once in his life he didn't. Even with Ken, who probably saw more of him than anyone, he held back. He couldn't help it.
But when the dam burst and the lock came undone, he lashed out. Stress and worry had turned into anger, and anger into hate. Hate for himself, for saying such things to his sensitive little brother, now looking as though his favourite pet had died. Hate for the rest of the world for filling him past the limit until he exploded.