Oniichan, Tell me Why the Rain falls
By Amai

Disclaimer- Digimon and all it's characters are not copyright me, but copyright Toei Animation/Bandai (there probably are others, but I can't remember offhand). I wish they were, but sadly, not all wishes come true. The only thing that's copyright me is this fanfic, so no stealing, kiddies.

Author's Notes- This fic is so sad..it makes me think of what I would do if my brother died. *sigh* Well, you should know who's speaking this by reading it, so I'll leave it at just that.



You could be such a stupid boy at times, but I love you. How couldn't I? I'm you family. When I was smaller, I idolized you, your goofy grin, your silly ways of explaining things to me. I remember when you explained to me why the rain fell.

"Oniichan, why does the sky cry sometimes? Why is it sad?" I said, pointing outside. To my small eyes, it did seem like the sky was crying. And silly me, I'd always question things. The workings of the world. Oh, but you'd just laugh and point and say, "It's not crying 'cause it's sad. Don't you know the man that lives in the sky?"

Children will believe anything you say, though I'm not sure if you thought you were making up a lie too. Maybe you really -did- think that someone was up there, making the sky cry. I would say, "No, I don't know the man who lives in the sky? Is he nice? What does he do?"

And you would grin and say, "He's just washing his dishes, that's all, washing his dishes. The sponge is where all the water comes from, and that's why the sky looks like its crying."

And silly me, I believed you.

Brother, I believed you because you made it so -easy- to believe. Just think that's the truth and go on with life. But your silly theory of believing was a lie too...and I don't think even you caught that.

All that talk about how money grew in a special tree in a faraway land, and how gremlins were under my bed, and if I misbehaved they'd come and get me. I believed all of them.

And when you hugged me one day saying that you'd never leave me. Always protect me.

I believed that too.

Oniichan...how can I believe that tale of yours if the truth is right below my feet engraved on your tombstone? How can I believe that you'll always be there for me? How? Please Oniichan, tell me, explain to me how I can...I want to hear you voice reassuring me again, Oniichan.

It's raining again, Oniichan. I want to hear you explain to me why the rain falls. With your goofy grin and wild hair, I want to hear about the man in the sky...

I want to hear you tell me why the rain falls again, Oniichan. Tell me, please.