Revised: 06/25/12
This is kind of like a spoiler. This is a flashback from where Sora and Matt first met on my coming new story. But I can't help myself! lol It was supposed to be a surprise, but oh well anyways, enjoy and please comment! It's a gift for you all from my birthday lol. Please Comment!
Disclamer: I don't own Digimon or any other characters related to it.
The Babysitter.
"But mom, I can do it!" I alleged.
"I'm sorry honey, we talked about this; you are not old enough to take care of your little brother. When you show more responsibility, then we'll talk. Now please, I have to finish this," my mother said, fighting back her last words before she turned her back at me and started at her work again, typing away on a dumb report about things that were very important. In my case everything she wrote was dumb and stupid.
I hesitated, not wanting to move from my spot, my eyes narrowed then I made my angry face. I still wanted to argue back; it wasn't fair for me to not take care of my little brother, Takeru, or as some of his little friends called him, T.K.
How could my own mother hire a babysitter to take care of him when she knew perfectly well that I was old enough to do it? That I was fit for the job, she was testing me. I just knew it.
"Fine, I can prove to you that I can do it!" with that I felt satisfied and left, letting that small parade inside of me, march with triumph.
I left her stunned and speechless. She was probably thinking; how could her oldest son be acting like this? Maybe that was the signed she needed for her to see that I was mature enough to do it. I was still a child but I acted very mature for my age. I wanted to prove her wrong. However, it was a little too late to call off the babysitter, she was coming tonight. Just thinking about it makes me mad!
I'm eleven years old and I feel responsible enough to take care of my little brother. Why can't my mother see that?
I locked myself in my room and took my harmonica out. Sitting beside the windshield of my window, I started to play letting all my frustration out. My lips blew each little flat shape from my small instrument, conducting a small note and a sound, making the beautiful sound of music. It brings ecstasy to my mood; I can calm down and forget about the stupid babysitter who has won this battle.
I bet it's an old lady with an overweight bag, with an ugly old hat that has ugly old feathers. And I can imagine her now, with a flowery dress that has many stories behind it on how she bought it. I don't even know this babysitter and I already hate her.
Someone knocked on my door slowly, making me stop playing.
"Who is it?" I wait for the intruder to answer.
"It's me, big brother."
I get up and answer the door, "What is it T.K.?"
"Can I come in?"
I stepped aside to let my little brother in; he entered my room very enthusiastic, sitting on my bed and testing it first with a few jumps as he sits
My little brother, the buttery color of his hair is a death give away to know that he is an Ishida. His eyes are another give away, they are a light blue color like mine, we look alike but we have different personalities; my brother is a care free human that likes to make people happy by sharing his kindness. And me, I am a lonesome living that really doesn't care about others but hates to be alone.
T.K. has a bright and hopeful soul, while mine; it feels cold, distant and alone. But I know I'm not alone, I have my brother and he's the only one I need.
"What is it that you want T.K.?"
He smiles at me so warmly, "Nothing. I just want to be with you."
I smile back, "Thanks, little bro."
"You are welcome. Hey, let's play video games! This time I'm ready! I am going to beat your high score!" T.K. got up with a strong, jubilant attitude; he is determined to beat me.
I smirked at him, I knew his motivations; he wanted to fight me, his only purpose to be here, "Yeah, right," I answered to his statement crossing my arms and looking tough, "You've been saying that for the past few months and still, you haven't beaten me. What makes you think that you are to win against me this time?"
He clutched his fists together waving them around, "Because I know! I can feel it inside! You are going to lose this time, big brother!"
"Okay, if you are so sure that you are going to defeat me, then let's see you prove it."
We left my room and headed towards the living room; we brought our game system and connected it behind the TV, turning it on. We inserted a two player game and started the challenge.
At the beginning of the game I was ahead with 9000 points, T.K. was not far on making it to 6000. He looked at me with a bit of concern on his eyes. I pay no attention and ended the game with a final score of 10000.
"Oh man!" He covered his head with his hands recognizing his unsuccessful victory.
"I told you squirt. I beat you. There is you're proof in there, clear as crystal, that no men can beat me and my high score!"
T.K. looked at me with his facetious stare, he smirked. Wow, this is the first time I've seen him smirk at me. He probably learned it from me.
"Maybe you are right; no men can beat you and your high scores, another game!"
I accepted his request and we began to play another game, this time I let him come closer to me by 20 points, but at the end I crushed him flat. Crushed is a harsh word, let's say eliminate, yeah, much better.
We played three more games; all of them won by me, my brother came on second and frowns at his close victory, but no chance.
"I was so close. I was so close!"
I ruffled his hair looking at him, "It's alright, you'll beat me someday."
He shrugged his shoulders, feeling meek.
"T.K., Come here honey!" My unfair mom called my little brother.
"Coming!" he answered back, getting up from the floor where we were playing our little war. He goes to her room and comes out a few minutes later. I asked, what was it that she wanted and he answered my question by smiling at me while getting ready for the next round and tells me to get ready, the babysitter was coming in a few minutes.
Great.
That makes me feel much better. Sarcasm.
I pretend that I didn't care, but I did. Stupid, stupid, babysitter. Is she going to babysit me too? I'm too old to be babysit-ted by anyone. I won't allow it.
My mother came out from her room, she is done writing her paper and she is ready to go. She searches for her suitcase and her purse as she writes instructions for the babysitter. I stare at her while I have my other attention to the game, but I still won.
The doorbell rings. That must be her.
"She's here!" My mom shouts.
T.K. gets up, "I'll answer it!"
Yay. I get to meet the babysitter, and here she comes, she enters the room smiling.
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