O Yumemiru is basically a collection of Kouji and Kouichi drabbles, more or less because I get to many of these little ideas to handle. It's just, Kouji needs a reason to love Kouichi that is following something along the lines of cannon (as Kouichi already has tons of reasons). So... this story is just a very light Koukou shounen-ai, brotherly bonding kinda collection series. Mostly the chapters are in Kouji's pov, and if they aren't it should be in 3rd person or Kouichi's pov. I'll make sure to tell you all if it isn't Kouji's pov.

Anyway, on with the story! (Disclaimer: if my profile disclaimer wasn't a hint, I do not own Digimon)

Chapter 2

I've always felt comforted in my brothers arms, and never anything less. He always made me feel like I was whole, and he always made me feel better when I was down. He also helped me through some of those weaker moments of my life, when I was sick, and he never thought any less of me.

With my father, it was always "take some pills and get over it" when I was sick. I could have been dying from pneumonia and he'd just throw me in the bathtub with some aspirin. Satomi was kinder, but by the time father had married her, I was more careful about not getting sick.

Heh, but the last time I had a fever... man, Kouichi went ballistic! Well, okay, not exactly ballistic. He'd been so... caring. I don't think I could ever be so gentle and kind as he had been to me.

I'd woken up with a sore throat and headache, but it wasn't all that bad and nothing I wanted to stay home for. Why would I, when morning was the perfect time for me to see Kouichi and we could walk together? So I took some aspirin like I normally do and headed to my brother's apartment to pick him up.

When Kouichi was in my sight, as soon as he caught my eye, he was smiling at me. He always is happy to see me, and I love seeing him happy. When we got close enough, I noticed my twin's eyes suddenly frown as they penetrated me and I knew he was studying me. I don't know how, but Kouichi is very perceptive of other's feelings. No matter how hard I try, he sees right through to me.

When we had gone a little down, away from mother's ears, he finally spoke, "Kouji, is something wrong this morning?" with a quiet whisper. His smile had disappeared into a hesitant little frown and I felt like I was mad at myself for making that happen.

"Nothing's wrong." Eh, an automatic response. But really, it's nothing! Why does my brother seem to worry so deeply over nothing? But I knew that answer wasn't enough for him and yet, he didn't say anymore about it. So I just went to the task of trying to make him smile before the morning was over.

At the end of the day, the aspirin had worn off and I was suffering. I was snappy and a bit disoriented, headed towards my brother's apartment in a daze without thinking. Kouichi must have found me and taken me home -that is, to his apartment, because the next thing I know I'm lying on the familiar couch with Kouichi leaning over me with worry all over his face. Kouichi could see my pain; I feel his pain and I guess he feels mine. I wish this wasn't true though, because I would never want him to be hurt because of me.

Anyway, he was asking me about ten questions a minute. "How do you feel, Kouji? Do you need a blanket? Or pillow? Do you want some aspirin, Kouji? Anything to eat? Are you thirsty, Kouji?" It was kinda cute to see him fuss like that, making me think about him being sick in bed and mother worrying over him just like this.

"I'm fine," and I really was, just a bit of a headache. My twin knew that, so he handed me some aspirin and went to making some tea for us. Mother wasn't home yet, she doesn't come home until late.

I hate being treated like I'm helpless, really I do. Just sitting there on the couch doing nothing drove me insane! But I knew that I was no good in the kitchen. Kouichi had once tried to show me how to make regular noodles and I ended up overcooking them to the point of inedible sogginess. Yes, I am really that pathetic.

"How do you like your tea, Kouji?" He asked me, and I couldn't take much more of this 'pampering' I was getting. So I headed into the kitchen just to get up.

"Ah... I don't know. I don't usually have tea." I admitted, surveying the small kitchen and Kouichi standing with his back to me, turning when he heard me, his eyes getting wide with worry.

"Kouji, don't get up! Y-you should lay down! Wait until your fever—" he was cut off with a sudden whistle from the kettle, signaling the tea was done. Kouichi had to turn his attention back to it, allowing me to go ahead and sit down at the table. Like I said before, I'm no good at cooking. I've had experiences with burns and other kitchen-type accidents which was why I didn't like to cook in the first place. Kouichi, on the other hand, is a really good cook. And I think it comes from being home alone so much... or mother and grandmother teaching him to cook. Or both.

Anyway, I guess I just assumed Kouichi to be a little more skilled in the kitchen. Which was why it came as such a fright to me when he burned himself on the teapot. It wasn't anything really serious, but I still jumped when the tea kettle came down to the counter with a loud clatter and Kouichi gave out a painful hiss between his teeth.

"K-Kouichi! Are you okay?" I was in a panic, the only reason I stuttered as I rushed up to my brother to check him over.

"I'm fine, really." He said to me just as I brought his hand under the sink to run under some soothing cool water. "You should have some tea... for your headache. Don't worry about me." He'd given me a 'clutzy-oops-my-bad' little embarrassed smile with that and I felt kind angry. Kouichi had hurt himself, and yet he was still worried about me. It really made me hate being sick even more than before. But I pushed those thoughts aside to bandage my twins hand before I helped get the tea for us. Whatever fever or cold or whatever I had had was gone by that evening.

Oddly, I remember dreaming about being in Kouichi's apartment, just Kouichi and I. It was a pleasant dream, and echo of what I'd done that afternoon. I felt warm, as if tucked under blankets and up against my brother's warm body.

It seems that whenever I get sick, he goes out of his way to care for me. Whenever he gets sick... I really try to help, but I never know what to do. When Kouichi gets sick, he just asks me to be with him. And... and I just can't refuse, ending up staying with him attached to me all evening long while on the couch together. Then somehow I'll catch a cough from him afterwards and he takes such good care of me, feeling guilty he'd gotten me sick with his cold. Whenever I get a scratch or cut or something, Kouichi is always there to bandage it for me and make something soothing to drink. When he gets a scrape, sometimes I'm not there and he'll try to hide it for however long possible, bandaging it himself. All I get to do is administer a pity touch to the offended area. Or a kiss.

He takes care of me like a big brother would. And this is all still saying that I try hard not to get sick. So, it's not really often, but it still happens. Him taking care of me, I mean. It just goes to show us both that he really is my older twin brother.

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It shall be continued! If you'd like, request some koukou kind of idea you'd like to see written in my kind of style or something and I'll do my best to try and get it into a chapter! That'll be fun!