The Saga of Evil: Chapter 1
A/N: This story is going to focus during season 01 and beyond, just to inform you, please review.
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Disclaimer: Same thing as before, look at that.
Ken: I still hate this story.
Digimon Emperor: I don't know why, I love it.
Ken: Because she has you in it being evil.
Digimon Emperor: I know, and I love it.
Sam: I don't like this story either.
Wormmon: I don't know about this story.
heath 999: Oh, stop being downers, I think that this story is going to be great. Please review!
Ken, Sam and Wormmon: I hate you!!!
heath 999: *sweatdrop*
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Tamachi Apartments: Four Years Before It Begins
~Ken's POV~
"Sam? Can we go blow bubbles?" I ask innocently as peek inside his room where he's studying.
I know I'm not supposed to be bothering him, but I'm bored, and I want to play with him.
"KEN!!! How many times do I have to tell you to not bother your brother when he's studying!" I cringe at the voice that's yelling at me, and I turn around to face my Dad.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to go blow bubbles with him, I'm bored." I say softly, turning to my Dad with pleading eyes.
Hoping that just for once he could play with me.
"Go into your room, and keep yourself entertained. Sam can play with you afterwards." He says, turning to Sam and asking if he needs any help with the homework.
I walk slowly back to my room, ignoring my Mama bustling to Sam's room with a plate of cookies, not even offering me one.
I lay down on my bed, looking at the ceiling covered with posters of my favorite anime. 'I wish that I was there instead of here.' I think bitterly, going off into daydream land until dinner.
"So Sam, did you get all your homework done?" Mama asks, offering him rice.
I silently get my own helping of rice after Mama gives him his.
"Yes, and Ken, we can blow bubbles after dinner, okay?" Sam asks me.
My eyes light up at the offer, it's the only thing that I'm better at than Sam, "okay." I say eagerly, thinking that maybe this day won't be as bad.
"So Sam, are you going to try out for the chess club?" Dad asks him.
"I'm going to try out for the soccer team, the coach says that he never saw a kid my age so good." I announce proudly, hoping that I'll get some attention.
"That's nice, Ken, do you think that the chess team will do well this year?" Mama asks Sam.
I slump into my chair, crushed.
I feel something else stirring up inside me.
Jealousy.
Jealousy that Sam gets all the attention.
I push it down, knowing that I'm happy just with Sam being my brother.
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I blow another bubble, watching it float into the sky.
Sam smiles down at me, "good job, Ken, you're getting better every day."
I smile happily at the comment, handing him the container. "I want you to blow some now, Sam."
His smile fades, "I can't Ken."
"Why not, Sam?" I ask disappointed.
"I'm not as good as you are blowing bubbles, you have a gentleness that doesn't make them pop, I don't." He explains.
I frown, "well, what if I don't want the gentleness, I want to be exactly like you." I say seriously.
He suddenly turns serious, "Ken, I never want you to say that again, gentleness at your level is a gift that's given to very few people. You're lucky that you have it, and I don't want you to ever lose it, okay?"
I nod, as serious as he is, "okay, Sam."
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A Few Days Later
I walk through Tamachi Park, holding Mama's hand.
We're picking up Sam from chess club practice, I wanted to stay afterward soccer practice to talk to the coach, but Mama said that we had to go.
It's always like this, and I wish for once that I could get enough time to do what I want.
The jealousy is rising again.
"I heard that Sam is already being offered a full scholarship to the University of Japan, is that correct?" I hear one of Mama's friends ask her.
"Oh, yes, we're so proud of him, and he says he's going to accept, we're so happy." Mama answers proudly.
"Oh, and how's your other son doing, Ben, is it?" The woman asks.
Anger wells up inside me as Mama answers: "he's doing fine, but Sam is doing a lot better."
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I watch from a distance as the parents pour all their loving attention into Sam.
"Mama?" I ask, ready to yell at her for saying that in the park.
"Yes, Ken?" She asks, finally turning her attention from Sam for a second to look at me before going back to Sam.
My shoulders slump as I realize that it's hopeless, "nothing, Mama, it's not important." I say sadly and bitterly.
I watch, and I feel as if a shadow is looming over me.
The shadow of Sam.
I watch and another wave of jealousy rushes up, I keep on pushing them down, trying to convince myself that I'm happy the way that I am right now.
But the more and more I see, the more I'm convinced how wrong I am.
The jealousy is too much, and the incident at the park is the tip of the iceberg.
I walk into my room, slamming the door, earning a warning yell from my parents, them saying: "Sam wouldn't do that! Be more like him!"
I sob bitterly into my pillow, anger and sadness overwhelming me.
And one more thing:
Jealousy.
I'll keep on living in Sam's shadow.
I'll keep on getting ignored by my parents.
Until Sam is gone.
Forever.
"I WISH THAT SAM WOULD JUST DISAPPEAR!!!!" I shout into my pillow muffling my words, so my parents wouldn't hear them.
I never said it before.
Now, I wonder why I didn't.
TBC.
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A/N: This happens even before he gets the digivice. Next chapter is going to be up soon, so please review.
A/N: This story is going to focus during season 01 and beyond, just to inform you, please review.
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Disclaimer: Same thing as before, look at that.
Ken: I still hate this story.
Digimon Emperor: I don't know why, I love it.
Ken: Because she has you in it being evil.
Digimon Emperor: I know, and I love it.
Sam: I don't like this story either.
Wormmon: I don't know about this story.
heath 999: Oh, stop being downers, I think that this story is going to be great. Please review!
Ken, Sam and Wormmon: I hate you!!!
heath 999: *sweatdrop*
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Tamachi Apartments: Four Years Before It Begins
~Ken's POV~
"Sam? Can we go blow bubbles?" I ask innocently as peek inside his room where he's studying.
I know I'm not supposed to be bothering him, but I'm bored, and I want to play with him.
"KEN!!! How many times do I have to tell you to not bother your brother when he's studying!" I cringe at the voice that's yelling at me, and I turn around to face my Dad.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to go blow bubbles with him, I'm bored." I say softly, turning to my Dad with pleading eyes.
Hoping that just for once he could play with me.
"Go into your room, and keep yourself entertained. Sam can play with you afterwards." He says, turning to Sam and asking if he needs any help with the homework.
I walk slowly back to my room, ignoring my Mama bustling to Sam's room with a plate of cookies, not even offering me one.
I lay down on my bed, looking at the ceiling covered with posters of my favorite anime. 'I wish that I was there instead of here.' I think bitterly, going off into daydream land until dinner.
"So Sam, did you get all your homework done?" Mama asks, offering him rice.
I silently get my own helping of rice after Mama gives him his.
"Yes, and Ken, we can blow bubbles after dinner, okay?" Sam asks me.
My eyes light up at the offer, it's the only thing that I'm better at than Sam, "okay." I say eagerly, thinking that maybe this day won't be as bad.
"So Sam, are you going to try out for the chess club?" Dad asks him.
"I'm going to try out for the soccer team, the coach says that he never saw a kid my age so good." I announce proudly, hoping that I'll get some attention.
"That's nice, Ken, do you think that the chess team will do well this year?" Mama asks Sam.
I slump into my chair, crushed.
I feel something else stirring up inside me.
Jealousy.
Jealousy that Sam gets all the attention.
I push it down, knowing that I'm happy just with Sam being my brother.
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I blow another bubble, watching it float into the sky.
Sam smiles down at me, "good job, Ken, you're getting better every day."
I smile happily at the comment, handing him the container. "I want you to blow some now, Sam."
His smile fades, "I can't Ken."
"Why not, Sam?" I ask disappointed.
"I'm not as good as you are blowing bubbles, you have a gentleness that doesn't make them pop, I don't." He explains.
I frown, "well, what if I don't want the gentleness, I want to be exactly like you." I say seriously.
He suddenly turns serious, "Ken, I never want you to say that again, gentleness at your level is a gift that's given to very few people. You're lucky that you have it, and I don't want you to ever lose it, okay?"
I nod, as serious as he is, "okay, Sam."
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A Few Days Later
I walk through Tamachi Park, holding Mama's hand.
We're picking up Sam from chess club practice, I wanted to stay afterward soccer practice to talk to the coach, but Mama said that we had to go.
It's always like this, and I wish for once that I could get enough time to do what I want.
The jealousy is rising again.
"I heard that Sam is already being offered a full scholarship to the University of Japan, is that correct?" I hear one of Mama's friends ask her.
"Oh, yes, we're so proud of him, and he says he's going to accept, we're so happy." Mama answers proudly.
"Oh, and how's your other son doing, Ben, is it?" The woman asks.
Anger wells up inside me as Mama answers: "he's doing fine, but Sam is doing a lot better."
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I watch from a distance as the parents pour all their loving attention into Sam.
"Mama?" I ask, ready to yell at her for saying that in the park.
"Yes, Ken?" She asks, finally turning her attention from Sam for a second to look at me before going back to Sam.
My shoulders slump as I realize that it's hopeless, "nothing, Mama, it's not important." I say sadly and bitterly.
I watch, and I feel as if a shadow is looming over me.
The shadow of Sam.
I watch and another wave of jealousy rushes up, I keep on pushing them down, trying to convince myself that I'm happy the way that I am right now.
But the more and more I see, the more I'm convinced how wrong I am.
The jealousy is too much, and the incident at the park is the tip of the iceberg.
I walk into my room, slamming the door, earning a warning yell from my parents, them saying: "Sam wouldn't do that! Be more like him!"
I sob bitterly into my pillow, anger and sadness overwhelming me.
And one more thing:
Jealousy.
I'll keep on living in Sam's shadow.
I'll keep on getting ignored by my parents.
Until Sam is gone.
Forever.
"I WISH THAT SAM WOULD JUST DISAPPEAR!!!!" I shout into my pillow muffling my words, so my parents wouldn't hear them.
I never said it before.
Now, I wonder why I didn't.
TBC.
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A/N: This happens even before he gets the digivice. Next chapter is going to be up soon, so please review.