A Kaiser's Curse By JoltY
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(A/N: This fanfic takes place way back when Ken Ichijouji was the Digimon Kaiser (Digimon Emperor). This is his POV of him being called a 'child genius'. Ken is kind of cold and uncaring in this fanfiction, also kind of depressing because of some referral to his older brother, Osamu.)
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Fools.
All of them.
They praise me for my intelligence. My charm. My physical abilities. But they do not look deeper inside my darkened soul, shrouded by hate and evil. I can hear them now, crowding in the bleachers in the soccer field for my soccer game, the chatter hurting my ears as I hear my name being chanted by them.
"Ken! Ken! Beat them, Ken!"
They do not care about my feelings, whether im annoyed by them or not. They lean over my body, patting my back and telling me what a great job I did. But I must keep my goody-two-shoes routine up, only that my parents do not get upset. However, my parents can even become a bother to me. My mind, clouded by hatred. How do they not know? How can they not notice?
So what if I beat a simple-minded video game? So what if im the best soccer player on my team? So what if I get all A pluses on my report card? That's what I ask myself all night and all day. What is the whole big deal? What the hell do they want from me?
It's like im a God to them. They worship me. Girls stalk me to my home, and stare into my window. I feel invaded of my own privacy. I feel like I have been robbed of the only true burden I keep to my own. Why? Why?
Ever since my brother died, I must be placed into his steps. I must now carry on his 'boy genius' act. Osamu was higher than me. Mightier than me. He controlled me, almost. But nevertheless, he loved me. Sure, he was cold hearted and a real bitch at times, but I remember us blowing bubbles. He would point out how I could blow such perfect bubbles because I am gentle, while he has difficulty because he blows too hard.
I tried earlier to blow bubbles. But this time, I faced the same trouble Osamu had. I blew too hard. I was too harsh. Why am I acting like my once-living brother? I do not want to be him. It is too painful for me. I can't even check my e-mail in peace, mainly because I get all these messages from girls and interviewers and basically anyone you could imagine. Every time I go to bed, the sheets are cold because they only become warm when I am warm.. in my heart.
My eyes are like ice, piercing fear into anyone that would get into my bad side. But of course, that wears off quickly, because they feel 'honored' to be glared at from the 'genius'. It makes me sick. This world.. it is nothing like the Digital World. In the DigiWorld, whenever something got me mad for whatever reason, a crack of my whip and a cold stare from my eyes would get that damn Digimon into line. Humans don't know how to do that. They think they are doing the right thing when all they are doing is messing up their miserable, pointless, pathetic lives by drooling over me and my intelligence.
I hate them all.
And I only wish I could tell them I feel that way.
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(Well? How was it? I know it was short, but of course, I could never write something painfully long. Please review, because I need to know what you thought of it. Thanks a bunchies! ^_^)