A/N: Written for the Digimon Flash Bingo Challenge with #231 – flashy
Fireworks vs. Stars
Kouichi was one of the few people in the world who didn't like fireworks, and Kouji was one of those fewer people who thought he understood why.
His brother was a gentle spirit, and preferred gentle things. He flowed with the shadows in the darkness, wore dull colours that weren't so dark as to make him seem like some emo kid but not bright enough to stand out. Not like Kouji or Junpei, who mixed blue (dark for Kouji, light for Junpei) with yellow and made that yellow even brighter than it would naturally be, or Takuya who wore bright red or Tommy who wasn't too far away with orange. He was more like Izumi; neither of them wore flashy things, liked flashy things. Except Izumi preferred lighter coloured while Kouichi chose darker ones.
And it was the same with fireworks. They were bright, flashy. For Izumi, they made the colourless wind too bright, a wind that looked best back-dropped against a clear sky: blue, grey or black. For Kouichi, they lit fire on the night – not like those gentle stars and moon that were so far away and little dots of light that made pitch black go grey, but closer and brighter and vanishing while leaving a little buzz behind their eyes.
And Kouji, while he loved fireworks, had to agree they didn't get along too well with the stars.