Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Excuses ❯ Sisterly Excuses ( Chapter 4 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

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Note: Wow, finished with another one. I don't know how long this is going to
be, but I know the ending. I'm open to suggestions on what you would like to
see. Tell me and there's a big chance I might do it. As always, I gotta get a
couple replies before I start on the next one.

And remember kiddies . . .

Down with Davis bashing!

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Sisterly Excuses
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Sisters! What are they good for? Absolutely nuthin! . . . Or was that
war? Whatever. It still goes with it. Everyone would be better off as an only
child. Then no one would have to bother with fighting with their siblings, and
having them steal their stuff, and being disappointed when you were counting on
them to help you, or worrying about them and lotsa other stupid stuff.

Not that I ever worry about the Paparazzi wanna-be girl. Or wonder where
she is late at night, or anything.

It's pretty in the park this time of day. It's only a few blocks away
from where I live. It's a good shortcut. It can knock off about fifteen
minutes from your trip if you know the right paths. The park's probabley why my
parents decided to move here. They both were raised in the country. I guess
they figured their kids could go there and play and it would almost be like they
weren't trapped in wall-to-wall people Tokyo. Kinda silly huh? It works about
as well as closing your eyes. Your still in the city, even if you can't see it
at that moment.

The sky is really pretty out here. Pretty . . . I wish I was a more wordy
guy. Mom always asks about the sky when I go see her. She doesn't get to go
out much. I usually tell her, 'it's blue' or 'it's grey' or 'there's clouds'.
I wish I could make up some pretty adjectives, write them down, and give them to
my mom so she could close her eyes and not be trapped too. I'm just not good at
that sort of stuff. Maybe I should get Ken to write a wordy description of the
sky for me . . . except if I asked him that, he'd look at me like I was insane.
A polite 'YOU ARE INSANE' look, but a call to the loony bin nonetheless.

Heh, I bet the padded walls are nice this time of year.

Kari might do it for me, but she'd definitely want to know why. I don't
want her to know. She already thinks there's so many things wrong with me, I'd
rather not add any to the list. And I don't want to make her sad. It . . .
HURTS when I make her sad. If staying quiet and not bothering her anymore
doesn't make her sad, then it's worth it.

And the others well . . . they're not really the poetry types anyway.

Man . . . I can just imagine the others idea of poetry. Cody's would be
like, 'Don't be worried! Don't be sick! Look I can bash things with a stick! Go
prune juice!' Or Yolei's would be about food and boys. 'Chocolate, candy, apple
pie! I'm gonna eat until I die! Eating's not a sin . . . when I grow up, I'm
gonna marry Ken!'

Poor Ken. Maybe he should become a monk and save himself some future
pain.

And TK . . . 'I'm perfect in every way. I wear a hat, everyday. Kari
loves me and not that other guy. Who wishes sometimes that he would d--

I think I'll stop this game.

Was that footsteps behind me?

I paused and looked over my shoulder. Nope . . .nothing. Huh . . . maybe
I really am going crazy.

Going crazy? Hmm, I wonder if that runs in the family, too. I think Jun's
the only one that I know of that went nutso, but you never know. Why does she
have to be such a . . . All I need is a little help, ya know? She helped at
first, and then it got lesser . . . and lesser . . . until before you knew it,
she wasn't even my sister anymore. She was just this crazy Matt fan that lived
in my house.

I remember once when I was real little I was hanging around the park,
doing little kid stuff, and these bullies start to pick on me. I can't remember
why they were going to beat me up. It was probably something little like I
accidentally hit one of them in the head with a soccer ball and knocked his
front tooth out. You know, just some little thing. So anyways, these big guys
were about to rip off my arms and bury me in their backyard when suddenly, Jun
jumps out of no where and . . . ok so she didn't save me. She got her butt
kicked too, but . . . she tried!

It meant a lot to me . . . it's silly but . . . it did. I haven't had many
people stand up for me in my life.

What the? OK, that was footsteps in front of me that time! It better not
be an evil digimon! I don't have time for an evil digimon right now! I have
Chibimon tucked away in my backpack, but . . . I'm busy here! Well, I guess I
should look on the bright side, it could always be a crazy park murderer hiding
in the bushes.

See? I'm still positive.

"Hey Goggle-Brain!"

Heh. It's something even more horrible. It's . . . MY SISTER.

Jun stepped out from a path in front of me and jogged up to meet me. She
was wearing one of her obnoxious pink outfits again. Was there some kind of all
pink store that I wasn't aware of? I stopped near a park bench, glared at her,
and shifted my backpack on my shoulders.

"I'm not even wearing my goggles anymore, Jun. Have you been walking
around with your eyes closed again? You know, it's not really night."

"Oh real witty porcupine head. I think I'm going to have to collapse in
tears now."

Tears? Oh no, that would be showing real emotion and we can't have that.

"Whatever. You bailed on me again last night." I shifted the grocery bag
I was holding to my other hand. "Not that I needed your help or anything, but
Mom wanted you there! For some stupid reason she seems to like you. If dad
hadn't come home early, I don't know what I would have--"

"Oh Puleaze. Important things? What? Miss your appointment to save the
world?"

I ALMOST DID!

"You should have been there." I don't ask for a lot! Just . . . a little
bit of help! I could do everything myself if I had time . . . but I don't! I
just . . . don't.

"Oh come on." She waved her hand in the air. "It's not a big deal.
Everything turned out ok in the--"

"IT IS A BIG DEAL!" Jun looked shocked at my outburst. It's about time I
out-bursted! She's older she should help! She's the big sister she should know
more than me! But she doesn't, AND IT'S NOT FAIR!

"Davis calm down, everything will--"

"Stop acting like there's nothing wrong! It's ok to do that with other
people but not to me! Don't try to pull this stuff with me Jun, 'cause I know
all the tricks. I do them too, or can you not remember? Do you even care at
all?"

Ah man, don't cry again. Stop! Stop! Stop! . . . no more crying. I've
been doing that too much lately. It wasn't fair . . . and wasn't--

Jun slapped me . . . hard.

"I do care ok?" She looked like she was going to cry too. I brought a
hand to the stinging mark on my face. Was that her only way to retaliate? By
slapping me?

And then everything in the park was silent for one of those uncomfortable
pausing moments.

I hate those.

"You have a funny way of showing you care."

"Here." She shoved a large wad of money into my free hand. "I scammed
some upper classmen and a few college students out of their money. That's where
I was last night, at a party. Just call me Jun the card shark. College
students can be pretty gullible. The key is to act stupid."

"Act?"

"Buy mom some flowers will you? I know it gets really stuffy in the room
all the time, and being there, with nothing to do, cramped up in such a small
spot with no where to go, no way out, and waiting . . ." She looked panicky for
a moment. "Um...anyways, just buy her some flowers will you? You know, some of
those red ones she really likes?"

"Why can't you go get them yourself? Come on! I need your he--err
nevermind."

Jun gasped with fake surprise. "The mighty Goggle Boy Davis needs help?"

I woulda glared, but I was too tired. "I don't even wear my goggles
anymore."

"What happened to them?" She raised an eyebrow. "Lose them?"

"Nah, I gave them back to Tai."

"Head get too big for them?"

"Something like that."

And there's another one of those silent awkward moments.

Jun finally cleared her throat and broke the silence. "Well I better go.
See ya later Goggle--err . . . Davis." She ran away from me like her life
depended on it. I watched her disappear into the bushes till I couldn't see
anymore obnoxious pink and then pocketed the money.

I switched the bag to my other hand and sighed. I was so tired. When was
the last time I got some sleep anyways? I THINK I got a little last night . .
. but I'm not sure. The bench a few feet away caught my eye. I guess I could
sit down for a little while . . . but only a little while. No rest for the
weary.

Whoa, that sounded like an old person quote. Maybe I should sit down.

I walked over to the bench and sunk into it. Nothing better than sitting
on a gum infested park bench to perk up the spirits! Yes sirrrrreee . . . I'm
so positive. Witness me being positive. I'm positive guy. I'm not gonna think
of my sister who's living in her own little bubble.

I'm not gonna think of all the work I have to do. Or the digital world,
or--

Err, Chibimon needs air . . . . . . . . . Ok Chibimon's still breathing
and now hopping around the park bench. Breathing's great! You get air, and that
keeps you alive, and you never appreciate it until it becomes painful for you to
do it . . . Err, look how pretty the park is!

And there's a pretty lake, clouds, and an icky looking trashcan sitting
beside me, ruining all the prettiness. That jerk! Who does it think it is?!
Messing with my pretty park vision?! Just because it's got the crest of courage
it thinks it's better than everyone else! That it would be allowed to mess
something up as beautiful as the sky and the lake!

So what if everyone depends on it? 'Cause they shouldn't! It's just a
little trashcan, and it doesn't know what it's doing! But it keeps pretending
like it does! And then when any more stuff gets in it, it'll crumble and trash
will go everywhere, and someone will trip on the trash and die! And it'll be
all his fault!

Someone will die because of him. Or . . . tons of people! Just because
he was too stupid to figure something out! Just because he was too weak to take
it!

"Stupid trashcan!" I stood up and kicked the metal trashcan as hard as I
could, sending it into the nearby lake. It sunk into the water and disappeared.

. . . I hate that trashcan.

"You know littering's a crime right?"

Ahh!

". . . M-Matt?"

How long had he been standing there?