Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. I would very much like to though but I
probably won't know what to do with all the characters.
Note: This is my first ever fanfic that I'm posting and I would really appreciate reviews please. This fic is about Osamu and Ken and the car accident. I did this as an experiment and I might make this a prologue for a chapter story so please tell me if you liked it or not. Thanks
Nightmare Reality
It happened on a Sunday.
"Ken, get out of the way!" KRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE BOOM.
On that day.
"Brother?"
My brother.
"Sam, wake up."
Passed away.
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Ken called out his brother's name. There was no answer. He crept closer, stopped, and tried again. There was still no answer. The boy's eyes stared at the unmoving body and the pool of dark red blood around it. He did not hear the screams of people nor the sirens of cars. His brows were creased in a frown as if he didn't understand why Sam would not answer him.
He continued to creep closer.
Upon reaching the body he sat down beside it.
"Sam? What's wrong? Are you mad at me?" Ken shook his brother's shoulders and felt the familiar warmth, through his fingers, that he felt whenever Sam hugged him. He did not notice the blood staining his fingers and clothes nor would he have cared if he did.
There was a moan and Ken saw his brother's eyes open.
"Ken?"
"Sam! Come on! You promised to teach me soccer today remember and."
Sam smiled sadly at the innocence of his brother. He did not want to make Ken sad and even though his little brother probably wouldn't understand the situation even if he explained it, he still didn't want to be the one to tell him.
"Ken listen," He croaked weakly.
"Yes?"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to play with you today," He saw Ken's face drop.
"But why?" Ken asked, a little disappointed.
"Because I have to go some where today." Sam explained.
"Can I go with you?"
"No, not today. But you'll be able to come someday." Sam assured him.
"Really? Is it a nice place."
Sam almost laughed at his brother's enthusiasm.
"It's a really nice place, Ken and I promise that when we meet again, I'll play soccer with you as much as you want."
Ken's eyes shone with happiness at those words.
"Then I'll wait for you, Sam, I'll wait until you come back. You will come back soon won't you?"
Sam nodded. "We'll see each other soon, Ken."
He reached out a bloody hand and Ken took it.
"But I want to tell you something before I go."
"What is it?" Ken leaned closer as Sam's voice became weaker.
"I love you, my little brother, I'll always love you no matter where I am."
"I love you too, Sam." Ken said.
Sam gave his little brother one last smile and then he left.
Ken felt the bigger hand of his brother go limp in his and deep down he had a feeling that somehow Sam would not return but he pushed the feeling aside.
"He promised we're going to see each other again soon." He told himself. Then the ambulance arrived and carried him away.
The next few days were strange to the little boy. He could not understand why his parents would not stop crying or why people looked at him with pity when he asked when his brother was going to return. Mostly he kept to his room and waited for his brother to return.
Then there was the funeral. He saw people, some he knew, some he didn't, all wearing black and most were crying like his parents. And when he looked into the coffin to see what was inside, he was confused to find that his brother was there. As he placed flowers into the coffin like everyone else, his fingers brushed against Sam's hand. It was cold. The normal warmth that Ken remembered were gone and what was left was an icy coldness that scared Ken.
"Mama? Why is Sam so cold and pale?" He asked, pulling on his mother's black skirt.
She looked at him and burst into tears.
"Oh Ken, Sam's gone, Ken." She hugged her son close to her and cried into his shoulder.
Ken frowned.
"But he said he was going to come back. He said he'll play soccer with me again when he comes back." He protested.
His mom shook her head and spoke into his shoulder.
"Sam's dead, Ken. He can't come back again."
Ken froze.
Dead. Dead. Sam's dead. He can't come back. Dead.
The rest of the day passed in a blur for Ken. The same words kept repeating themselves in his head.
Dead. Sam's dead. He can't come back. He won't come back.
He's body was working on auto-pilot and his eyes stared at stuff without seen them. But he did not cry. He understood but he did not cry.
Only when they came back and locking himself in his room that he had shared with his brother did the tears come. He slumped to the floor and cried into his arms. The house felt empty and alien without Sam there and the days he had played with Sam already seemed a long time ago. He longed for his brother's voice to tell him that everything would be alright and he wanted to feel the protective arms around him that would hold him until he felt safe and warm. He wished with all his might that this was some kind of nightmare and when he woke up his brother would be there again, alive not dead.
But there was no laughter in the house, no comforting voice, no hugs from those arms, nor was it a nightmare.
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It sucked I know. Review please.
Note: This is my first ever fanfic that I'm posting and I would really appreciate reviews please. This fic is about Osamu and Ken and the car accident. I did this as an experiment and I might make this a prologue for a chapter story so please tell me if you liked it or not. Thanks
Nightmare Reality
It happened on a Sunday.
"Ken, get out of the way!" KRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE BOOM.
On that day.
"Brother?"
My brother.
"Sam, wake up."
Passed away.
*********************************************************************
Ken called out his brother's name. There was no answer. He crept closer, stopped, and tried again. There was still no answer. The boy's eyes stared at the unmoving body and the pool of dark red blood around it. He did not hear the screams of people nor the sirens of cars. His brows were creased in a frown as if he didn't understand why Sam would not answer him.
He continued to creep closer.
Upon reaching the body he sat down beside it.
"Sam? What's wrong? Are you mad at me?" Ken shook his brother's shoulders and felt the familiar warmth, through his fingers, that he felt whenever Sam hugged him. He did not notice the blood staining his fingers and clothes nor would he have cared if he did.
There was a moan and Ken saw his brother's eyes open.
"Ken?"
"Sam! Come on! You promised to teach me soccer today remember and."
Sam smiled sadly at the innocence of his brother. He did not want to make Ken sad and even though his little brother probably wouldn't understand the situation even if he explained it, he still didn't want to be the one to tell him.
"Ken listen," He croaked weakly.
"Yes?"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to play with you today," He saw Ken's face drop.
"But why?" Ken asked, a little disappointed.
"Because I have to go some where today." Sam explained.
"Can I go with you?"
"No, not today. But you'll be able to come someday." Sam assured him.
"Really? Is it a nice place."
Sam almost laughed at his brother's enthusiasm.
"It's a really nice place, Ken and I promise that when we meet again, I'll play soccer with you as much as you want."
Ken's eyes shone with happiness at those words.
"Then I'll wait for you, Sam, I'll wait until you come back. You will come back soon won't you?"
Sam nodded. "We'll see each other soon, Ken."
He reached out a bloody hand and Ken took it.
"But I want to tell you something before I go."
"What is it?" Ken leaned closer as Sam's voice became weaker.
"I love you, my little brother, I'll always love you no matter where I am."
"I love you too, Sam." Ken said.
Sam gave his little brother one last smile and then he left.
Ken felt the bigger hand of his brother go limp in his and deep down he had a feeling that somehow Sam would not return but he pushed the feeling aside.
"He promised we're going to see each other again soon." He told himself. Then the ambulance arrived and carried him away.
The next few days were strange to the little boy. He could not understand why his parents would not stop crying or why people looked at him with pity when he asked when his brother was going to return. Mostly he kept to his room and waited for his brother to return.
Then there was the funeral. He saw people, some he knew, some he didn't, all wearing black and most were crying like his parents. And when he looked into the coffin to see what was inside, he was confused to find that his brother was there. As he placed flowers into the coffin like everyone else, his fingers brushed against Sam's hand. It was cold. The normal warmth that Ken remembered were gone and what was left was an icy coldness that scared Ken.
"Mama? Why is Sam so cold and pale?" He asked, pulling on his mother's black skirt.
She looked at him and burst into tears.
"Oh Ken, Sam's gone, Ken." She hugged her son close to her and cried into his shoulder.
Ken frowned.
"But he said he was going to come back. He said he'll play soccer with me again when he comes back." He protested.
His mom shook her head and spoke into his shoulder.
"Sam's dead, Ken. He can't come back again."
Ken froze.
Dead. Dead. Sam's dead. He can't come back. Dead.
The rest of the day passed in a blur for Ken. The same words kept repeating themselves in his head.
Dead. Sam's dead. He can't come back. He won't come back.
He's body was working on auto-pilot and his eyes stared at stuff without seen them. But he did not cry. He understood but he did not cry.
Only when they came back and locking himself in his room that he had shared with his brother did the tears come. He slumped to the floor and cried into his arms. The house felt empty and alien without Sam there and the days he had played with Sam already seemed a long time ago. He longed for his brother's voice to tell him that everything would be alright and he wanted to feel the protective arms around him that would hold him until he felt safe and warm. He wished with all his might that this was some kind of nightmare and when he woke up his brother would be there again, alive not dead.
But there was no laughter in the house, no comforting voice, no hugs from those arms, nor was it a nightmare.
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It sucked I know. Review please.