"Neesan?" Daisuke asked sleepily, blinking up at the shocked face of his bed partner. Yawning softly, Daisuke reached out and pulled Ken closer to his body, nuzzling at the smaller boy like an affection starved kitten. "Still sleepy, neesan... don't go yet..." Daisuke whispered, not seeming to realize where he was, and whom he was hugging. Ken froze, blush rising over his pale cheeks.
"LET GO OF ME!!!" Ken cried out suddenly, knocking Daisuke back on the bed in a fit of rage. "DON'T confuse me with that slut of a girl you call your 'Neesan'!" Ken mocked as he tossed on his yukata and stormed out, mumbling something about taking a bath. Daisuke yawned sleepily, wondering what his neesan was so upset about. It wasn't like her to act like this...
///
Ken sighed as he padded down the drafty hall. That stupid moron. How dare he confuse me with a *GIRL*... Pausing at a dusty door half way to the bathhouse, Ken froze, blue eyes widening. He never came down this hallway... the idiot must have upset him more than he thought. Ken backed up away from the room, breath coming in short little gasps. Osamu's room... Ken blinked back tears, snarling softly as he ran farther down the hall, away from the untouched room. But it did not stop the memories from flooding in like a tsunami. Osamu...
Ken clutched his stuffed green worm closer to his chest as he watched his older brother dance with his sword. Large blue eyes sparkled under his unruly fringe of hair. He wanted to be just like his oniisama. Waddling over to where his brother was practicing, Ken stood a little out of the way, smiling brightly, until his oniisama noticed him.
"Otouto! What are you doing out here? Little boys should be inside practicing writing," Osamu chuckled, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Come out here to spy on me, hmm?" Laughing, the older boy ruffled Ken's hair. Ken squeaked, blue eyes growing wide.
"Hidoi, oniisama!!" Ken cried out mournfully, pouting up at his brother, who just laughed harder.
"Kawaii. So what are you doing out here?" Osamu asked softly as he sat down to clean his blade. Ken smiled happily and took his place next to Osamu, leaning against the older boy.
"I just wanted to be with you. Everyone else treats me like a doll," Ken pouted, crossing his chubby little arms. Osamu just smiled, patting his little brother on the head.
"You don't give anyone much reason to think otherwise. You want to be a big boy? Go over there a fetch me that crossbow."
Ken grinned as he shot upwards, toddling away happily.
What happened next was a blur in Ken mind. The stone he tripped on. The triggering of the weapon. The scream that echoed across the yard. But what killed Ken the most were Osamu's last words. It wasn't your fault. I should have known better that to ask a child help me. Ken's mother did everything she could do to cover the accident up, named Ken the firstborn and forgot about it.
Ken shivered softly, eyes watching the ground. He wasn't in the mood for a bath any more.
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Daisuke yawned softly as he felt the other side of the bed sink with someone getting in. Turning over with his back to the new person, Daisuke closed his eyes in the hopes of getting back to sleep. That was a wish that would not be granted. The sound of someone gasping for breath from crying too hard filled the room, forcing Daisuke into full consciousness. Sitting up, Daisuke looked over to the new figure in the bed and blinked as recognition set it.
"Ken-san?" Daisuke asked softly, laying a hand on the shuddering figure.
"Go AWAY!"
Daisuke frowned, glaring down at the sobbing bundle of blankets. He shouldn't care. Not after the way this arrogant bastard treated him. But Daisuke was not one to hold grudges. Ignoring the other boy's protests, Daisuke pulled back the covers and pulled Ken into his arms, just holding him. Ken stiffened, tear filled eyes glaring hatefully at the wall in front of him. He was not a doll or a child. He could take care of himself! He did not need this tan skinned bastard son of a peasant murmuring words of comfort in his ear. Ken half-growled and half sobbed as he relaxed into Daisuke's arms, suddenly no longer in the mood to give this peasant the talking to he so richly deserved.
Besides... it wasn't that bad a feeling... being held like this... After what seemed like hours to Ken, Daisuke pulled away and smiled warmly.
"You feeling alright now, Ken-san?"
Ken nodded weakly, ignoring the twist in his chest.
"Thank you, Daisuke. I am fine. But I did not need your pity! Don't ever do that again!" Ken spat out before he could stop himself. Wide-eyed, Ken stared at Daisuke with a look of contempt, but inside he was screaming at himself. Baka baka baka!!!!! Just push him away, like every one else! Ken growled softly, hating that little voice in the back of his head. He did not care what this... this... bastard thought of him! He was just a fly in the soup of Ken's life. But then... why did he feel like crying again when the warmth in Daisuke's eyes hardened into a look of hatred?
"Fine. Excuse me, Ken-san. I have to go see if my room will be ready for tonight." Daisuke stood up gracefully and walked out of the room. Ken sat back in his bed, blue eyes blinking sluggishly. Raising a hand to his cheek, Ken was surprised to find fresh tears. A sudden anger came over him, and he jumped out of his bed and tossed the nearest breakable thing on the floor. No!! No no no no!! I will not let him waltz into *MY* life and turn every thing upside down! Ken sank to the floor, the tears dripping from his chin on to the broken porcelain as he sank to the ground. This was not happening to him... Daisuke was not doing this to him. Ken would not let this happen...
He would not...
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Daisuke leaned against the stone wall in the garden, staring up at the murky gray sky, trying to erase the pain he had seen the ocean of Ken's eyes. He must really be hurting to snap at me like that. Scuffing a toe on the ground, Daisuke cursed himself for caring so much about that spoiled, selfish cow.
"Daisuke?" Jun... Daisuke felt a smile tug on his lips at the sound of his sister's voice.
"Neesan. Did you sleep well?" Daisuke turned, a weak smile playing on his lips. Weak, but genuine. Jun pursed her wet red lips, sisterly concern flashing in the dark brown depths of her eyes.
"Daisuke. Something is wrong. Tell me now."
Daisuke chuckled softly. No beating around the bush with his sister. So, opening his mouth, Daisuke let the past night and the last few hours tumble out, tears of frustration welling up in his eyes.
"...But what bothers me the most is the fact that I care about him at all! He is such a arrogant little... grrrr!" Daisuke cried out in anger, throwing his hands into the air. The sound of his sister's laughter caught him off guard.
"BA-KA" Two taps to Daisuke's forehead with the tip of his sister's long finger, "You really are still a naive little boy." Jun smiled warmly, pulling her little brother into her arms, "You care for him. Maybe not love him, but you could." Jun's eyes glittered with mischief.
"And you most likely will."
Daisuke gasped softly, pulling out of his sister's arms and glaring at her darkly.
"Don't be absurd!! I am not a pervert! He is a BOY!! A boy I just met last night!!" Daisuke felt his face heating up with just the thought.
"So?" Jun asked in her best innocent voice. Daisuke sweatdropped and hung his head. Trying to convince his sister out of one of her ideas was like trying to pry the jaws of a tiger off his kill.
"Neesan... please. I don't even like him as a friend, much less... like *that*."
Jun tittered, shaking her head softly.
"I don't see how that matters. I liked Yamato-san at first sight. And after I got to know him better I began to love him, even though he was in love himself. With a man." Jun smirked as her little brother's jaw dropped, "And because I loved him so much I helped him hide his relationship with *Taichi-san*." At this Daisuke looked ready to faint. Taichi?!! His hero from back home was a PERVERT?!!!
"Just think about it, little brother. " Jun patted Daisuke on his head and sauntered off to find something to do.
Other than mess around with her little brother's head...
Lyra-chan rants
All right peoples. I don't think I stressed the
word OOC enough. Yes
some
of the characters are Out of Character, but not as
much as some people
seem
to think. Ken is not OOC. He was a conceded bastard in
the first part
of
digimon 02. Jun may or may not be OOC. We shall never
know because in
the
show she is only shown chasing after Yamato (*waves
little flags* Go
for it
Jun, queen of the fangirls!!) But I personally think
she *IS* a caring
sister. The only one OOC is Daisuke. We never see him
in the show
getting
upset and clutching to his sister, but why not?! It is
a cute image! So
lay
off! *Huffs* This fan fiction is just for fun people,
don't have
kittens
over silly little things like OOCness.