Sometimes I Feel Like Hurting

By: KimMi

Chapter 2

KimMi: I'm back!

Clowmon: completely sarcastic : Gasp. It lives.

KimMi: Sorry! My computer's been broken and I've had HUGE writers block since then. So, here's another chapter-

Clowmon: Because you damn fans wouldn't stop bugging her for it-

KimMi: Yes! Bboyz, rufus008, dear Atsuki-chan, KittyBlue, Jenrya Akiyama, Rebecca, and Key of Darkness (I'm eternally sorry if I missed anyone, I went through all my disks to look for reviews, so I'm really sorry if I missed anyone) I love you all: gushes love :

Clowmon: As I was saying. She's been on a god-knows-how-long hiatus from digimon fics until you all came along. : glares :

KimMi: throws a shoe (and misses by three feet) at Clowmon : If you don't like it, go back to sleep!

Clowmon: Fine, good luck though. I know this is the only fic where you actually need a muse because you have no idea what you're doing. : smirks and falls asleep :

KimMi: Yeah right. I have a million ideas for all my fics... Except this one. Clowmon!

Clowmon: mumble snore :

KimMi: Damn. : looks uneasily at the keyboard : Well, I'll just hit a few keys and we'll see what we get, all right: puts on a blindfold : Wish me luck. I'm gonna need it. : pushes the first random keystrokes of many :

His sneakers thudded heavily against the asphalt as he ran. The sun was setting, and the scenery was beautiful. Henry cursed his luck. Why wasn't it raining? His heart had just been crushed by his true love, he was lost, he was miserable, and his wrist throbbed painfully.

It always rained when you were miserable. That was one of the major factors of Murphy's law, wasn't it? Whatever can go wrong will go wrong?

It wasn't until he reached the park he and the other tamers had visited so frequently when he was younger did the blue haired bishie slowed. He avoided the shed where Guilmon still sometimes camped out for 'old times sake.' He went to a secluded swing set on the other side of the park.

Sitting on a swing, Henry couldn't help but notice how familiar it felt. No one liked him when he was younger, so he kept to himself. He instantly liked this place when he found it. Often times, when he was depressed or lonely, he had come here for a bit of peace.

Because it was alone like he was.

/ So utterly alone. / Henry reminded himself. At least he didn't come out and say what he wanted. But it wouldn't take Ryo to long to put two and two together...

/ What will he think of me when he figures it out? I already know he doesn't love me, so I don't have to worry about that. And he isn't homophobic... But I'm not... / He lowered his head and sniffled. It just, it just...

"It hurts so much. I don't want to think anymore. I want to disappear." Henry whispered, tears spilled free after all the time he held them in. It had been such a long time since he had allowed himself to cry. "I'm crying." he muttered. It sound as if he was more disappointed then shocked. "Does it really hurt so much that I have to cry?"

So engrossed in his tears, Henry didn't even notice the other presence in the park. Not until two arms glomped him from behind did he look up into the face of, of all the people in the world, his older brother.

The elder boy stood up, his hands lingering on Henry's shoulders. "What are you doing out here so late outto (sp? I can't remember the spelling)? I thought you were staying at Ryo's tonight."

Henry simply looked down at the ground, not bothering to wipe away the tears that still streamed down his face. "Leave me alone Nii-san."

"You're crying." Riechi stated the obvious. "What's wrong?"

"Go away."

"And leave my dear little brother alone, in the middle of the big, scary city where anyone could come and hurt him?" Riechi snorted, his mocking voice suddenly taking on a serious tone. "I don't think so."

Riechi took a seat on the swing next to Henry. "So... You gonna tell me what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Yes there is."

"No there isn't."

"Is too."

Henry didn't respond.

"Hey, that's not fair. You're supposed to say 'is not,' then I say 'is too' and we keep arguing like that."

The tears finally stopped, but Henry didn't go to wipe away the drying tracks. "Go away."

"Not happening."

Henry bit his lip. He didn't want to deal with this right now. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"You know," Riechi looked over to Henry, "I can sit here all night and bug you until I get my answer. I have no where else to be, and nothing else to do. I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong and come home with me."

"Nii-san, for the last time; There. Is. NOTHING. Wrong."

Riechi just kept that smile on his face. "Is too."

"..."

"So, does this mean you give up and are gonna tell me what's wrong now?"

After yet another long pause, the elder Wong sighed. "You know outto, you can tell me anything. It's not like I'm gonna tell Dad or anything. What happens here stays between the two of us."

The only response Henry had was to unconsciously draw his wounded wrist to his chest.

This didn't escape Riechi's attention. "Shit Henry. What happened?"

"Nothing." He mentally cursed himself. How could he have done something so stupid as to draw attention to his wound? Because of this, he didn't stop Riechi from taking his hand and examining it.

After unwrapping the wound, Riechi narrowed his eyes. Hissing not only at the slash that still weeped blood generously, but at the angry scars as well, Riechi sucked in his breath.

"Why?" Gone was the happy, carefree tone. It was replaced with the stone cold manner of the ever famous (and probably copyrighted by someone out there) overprotective big brother mode.

"None of your business." Henry wanted to break into fresh sobs, but couldn't. He had already cried once that night. That was more then enough to last him for awhile.

Riechi arose from his seat on the swing. Henry half expected him to either smack him, or physically drag him home. Needless to say, he was shocked when his elder brother wrapped his arms around Henry's smaller frame.

"It is my business outto. Never think that it isn't." Riechi hugged the skinny frame tighter, his brother's head tucked beneath his chin. "You're too important to me for it to be anything else."

Surprisingly enough, Henry found himself hugging back. He rested his head against the chest of his older brother, enjoying the warmth he offered. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment. It felt, so nice... To be held by another human. It was something he hadn't allowed himself to feel in such a long time...

Riechi smiled slightly when he noticed Henry's breathing even out. Pulling away, he cradled his brother in his arms. Heading towards his apartment (he had moved out of the Wong house after graduating from collage last year), Riechi was determined to find out one thing.

Well two really.

Why was Henry cutting himself?

And, what excuse he would give his boss tomorrow for skipping work... Again.

KimMi: Wow, this chapter was really short. But at least I got it done! And, Henry's big bro (who's name I can't remember, I hope this is right) is in it! Take that Clowmon!

Clowmon: snore :

KimMi: Um... Well... Thanks everyone for reading! I'm really sorry that it took me so long to update. But, I didn't have anything else planned. I really was gonna finish it with the last chapter. Well, that's all for now. See ya later and review if you want more (Not that my almost cult following of henryo fans won't): evil snicker :

buh-byes

wuv

KimMi