Ok, I thought I was done with this story... I guess not. So here's chapter 2. I hope you guys like this one more... maybe then I'll get a review??? Please!!!

Also, I want you all to know that the ideas stated in Part 2: The Sibling, are in no way shape or form my own. They are just added for dramatic affect, so please don't hunt me down and hack my eyes out with a dull pizza cutter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or any of the characters described in this story.

Ch 2: The Family

Part 1: The Parents

She slowly opened the door to their son's room. She'd heard a voice earlier, and went to go check it out. Hoping beyond all hope that perhaps it was some sick joke someone was playing. Perhaps that wasn't his body down at the morgue, they'd made a mistake and their son was still alive ready to spring out from the room laughing at their stupidity.

There was a lump on the bed, her hearts skipped. It couldn't be him, they said he was dead. His father had been there when he died. On approach she saw his hair. That wasn't her boy's hair. The lump rolled over slowly. It was his boyfriend lying in the bed instead. The blanket wrapped tightly around his slender frame. He must have snuck in through the window. At first she was angry. She wanted to wake the boy and slap his face off for making her believe her baby was still alive, but then saw the tears on his cheek and the sad smile on his face. He came here for comfort. Probably couldn't sleep.

He'd stayed by her baby's bed the entire time, holding his hand. It was sort of funny seeing the drastic difference in their skin tones. One hand so pale and slender, finger tips callused over from the guitar strings, while the other so bronzed with little light speckles from where he put his hand through their sliding glass door. She remembered it vividly. The tears in his eyes as he stood there, staring at her guiltily, hiding his hand behind his back. They'd tried to cover it up by closing the shades and sweeping the glass out onto the balcony, as if she wouldn't notice. They were so innocent back then.

He shivered in the cold, pulling the thin blanket tighter. Poor boy. He'd been so distraught, he hadn't even bothered to close the window. She couldn't blame him for coming here. This was the closest to his love he could get now. Who was she to tear away the only haven left to him. However, he could have at least closed the window. Reaching over she tugged the window down. She pulled one of the thicker blankets from the closet and put it over the sleeping boy. His mother would never forgive her if she'd left him shivering like that, no matter how upset she was. His mother would have done the same if it had been her son in his bed.

She crept from the room as quietly as she could, pulling the door closed silently behind her. His door. Her son's door. Her fingers reached up slowly tracing each letter of his name. He was too young to be taken from her. It wasn't fair. She stepped back still staring at the door. Her back touched the wall and she slowly slid down to the floor sobbing uncontrollably into her hands. She heard the clunking of boots as her son's father walked down the hallway. He knelt down, engulfing her shaking form in his embrace. The horror gripped them both as they sat crying in the middle of the hallway in front of their son's bedroom door. He was gone, he was really gone now, and nothing would bring him back to them. His brilliance, his light was gone from this world forever.

Part 2: The Sibling

I wander aimlessly down the sidewalk, kicking a coke can as I walk. I had to get out of there. I felt a little guilty about not telling my parents but last I saw they were both huddled over in the hallway crying. I didn't want to disturb them. Hope they don't get angry. Probably won't even notice I'm gone. All they care about is him. It was always about him.

I start walking faster despite my lack of direction. I don't know where I'm going but my feet do, and they seem very determined to take me there.

He was always their star. Their pride and joy. They'd always brag to their friends, always talk like 'My son the Super star...' I was always just an after thought to them. He was their pride and joy not me. A side-effect of some raunchy sexcapade. Probably just a night of drunken partying that lead to a killer headache in the morning. I'm a Tequila worm.

I walk faster now, bordering on a jog. Still don't know where I'm going, and honestly, I don't care.

Yeah well now what mom and dad? All you have left is me; your mistake, your disgrace. The best of you is dead, and all you have is me. Now what? I'm not him, couldn't be if I tried, not that I'd want to be. He was a fag after all. Filthy little butt pirate. Who would ever want to be like him? Filthy disgusting fairy.

Jogging now. My breath becomes choppy, and my eyes begin to sting a little. I forgot to blink. Stupid.

I never needed him. He was never important to me. He was just a queer, not my brother. The world is better off without him. I'm better off without him. He never really liked me anyway. I was just a burden to him. Some little pain in his ass he had to take care of. I hate him. I'm glad he's dead.

Now I'm running, running hard. Why? Where? Doesn't matter, just keep running. Run harder, run faster. Run till you can't breath, run till you legs hurt run till you can't run anymore.

Am I crying, no. I can't be crying. Why would I cry? I don't care about him, so why would I cry? It must be raining. Yeah rain, or sweat. I am running after all. Yeah that's right, I'm sweating. No matter it's from my eyes.

He's nothing to me. I'm glad he's gone. I'm glad my parents are sad. I'm glad his little fag boyfriend is sad. I'm glad I'm alone now I'm glad he's not around to boss me around anymore. He was always telling me what to do and who to talk to. Always looking over my shoulder.

I round the corner. Yeah through the park, that's normal. People run in the park all the time, right. No one will think twice about it. I run harder. My heart is pounding in my ears and my lungs burn from the exertion. Almost there. I don't know where but I'm almost there. I run faster, down the paved path winding around through the trees.

Then I see him. Ken is sitting at a park bench, watching the trees sway in the wind. I remember he told me once that this is where he went when things got too hard for him. I stumble over toward the bench. He notices, standing up holding his arms out. I collapse into his embrace sobbing unashamedly.

"I didn't mean it. I didn't..." I cry as he holds me. God I must sound like a babbling idiot to him, but that's all I can manage to say. I can't tell him all the horrible things I thought, I can barely gasp out those words between sobs. "I didn't... I didn't... mean it."

"I know..." He holds me tighter. "I know you love him. I know you didn't mean it."

There you have it. Chapter 2. I really hope you liked this one. I know it's sad but tragedy's are as much a part of life as comedies or love stories or any others. They help us to appreciate our own lives a little more. So, please review. I really would like at least one. I plan on at least one more chapter about the other digidestined, and then the ending where all will be revealed, DUN DUN DUUUN!!! So stick with me. C'ya.