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Aoi Hitomi

(Blue Eyes)

By Chyna Rose

Disclaimer: Don't own digimon.

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I hate blue eyes. People with blue eyes bring me nothing but pain and suffering. Eye color is the first thing I notice about a person. I won't trust someone with blue eyes until they prove themselves to me.

My uncle had blue eyes. He always said I could trust him. All he did was hurt me and betray that trust. He had his mother's eyes. And she favored him over the rest of my family. I think I hate her more than him. He may have hurt me, but she turned my whole family against me. All in the name of her favored son.

When I was in kindergarten, I had two teachers. One was an old blue-eyed woman who had been there forever. Jun had her for a teacher before me. The other was a young woman with hazel eyes. She was there to learn how to be a teacher. The old one hated me, the young one didn't. I got in trouble for playing house with another boy during recess. The older teacher went off like a firecracker. The younger one was sympathetic and tried to talk to me about what happened. She said that I wasn't the evil monster the other teacher said I was. I never saw her in school after that.

The first teacher who said I was stupid in front of the whole class, had blue eyes. So did the man that chased me out of the park cause he thought that I was making too much noise. And I'll never forget Vamdemon's ice blue eyes when he looked at me. There was this hunger there…

Hikari has these beautiful amber eyes. She used to be my best friend. Okay, so at the time, she was my only friend. But that doesn't matter. What matters is that she was my best friend. She was always nice to me. She was the quintessential girl next door. It would only be natural that we would fall in love with each other.

When I was younger, Jun once took me on an outing with some guy she knew and his little brother. She wanted to go to this fair, and mom said the only way she could go was if she took me along. The guy didn't mind cause he wanted to bring his brother along anyway. We saw this fortuneteller who had a tent there. She had kind, green eyes that clouded over when she saw me and the guy's brother. She said that me and my best friend were fated to fall for each other, and some other stuff that I don't really remember. I really don't remember a lot of the things that happened to me when I was younger.

But back to Hikari with her eyes the color of honey. She was my best friend, and I was all set to fall for her. She was proof that I was normal; the one girl who could silence that nagging little voice in the back of my head that screamed about how sick and twisted I was.

The Takeru came into the picture. Takeru with his blue eyes and golden hair. Mr. Perfect. He was a threat to my friendship with Hikari, and a threat to everything I thought I knew about myself.

I never loved Hikari. I wanted to think that I could. I acted the way I did because I was scared that I'd lose her as a friend. And by losing her, I'd lose my chance to be normal. And I'd be alone. I hate being alone.

You know, if you're told something often enough, you begin to believe it. Everyone's always told me how wrong it is for a guy to like another guy. I know my uncle's sick. But sometimes I catch myself looking at another guy, and I get scared that I'm turning into him. I don't want to be like him, but I can't help feeling the way I do.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I don't know. I guess I had to tell someone. You're the only one I trust."

"I hope I never give you a reason not to trust me."

"Ken, there's nothing you can do that will make me lose my trust in you. My trust in you runs that deep."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. Not willingly anyway. You're my best friend. And that fortuneteller was right."

"But my eyes…"