The Digital Gate: The idea wouldn't leave me alone, but I think I did poorly on the drabble itself.

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.

Memories We Share:
Brother

Rinchei was going to be a big brother.

His parents had told him that morning, eyes shining, excited. But Rinchei had been anything but joyful. He had screamed, wailed, cried. Why did he have to have a little sister? Why did he have to share his toys, his space, his food, and more importantly, his parents with someone else? Why?

Without answering his questions, his parents rushed him off to his preschool, telling him that he was getting a sister and there was no point in whining about it, suggesting that he should start acting like the older brother that he would soon be. Rinchei scowled throughout the entire lecture.

Everything changed after that.

Pink clothes became coming in, sent by his parents' friends. His parents moved his small bed into another cold, empty room down the hall from theirs. His old crib was taken out, painted yellow, and placed in theirs.

Suddenly all the attention was focused on the growing bump in his mother's stomach. No one ever called Rinchei a "cute little boy" or patted his head, or brought him candy anymore. Instead they told him to be sure to take care of his adorable sister.

How did they know she was adorable? Rinchei sullenly asked. They hadn't seen her yet. His parents told him to behave.

After several months, when his mother's stomach reminded Rinchei of a very large watermelon, his mother packed up and went to hospital to stay until what Rinchei had dubbed "the demon" was born. And one night, the phone rang, and his father rushed to the hospital with him in tow.

And, that night, Jaarin Lee was born.

The next morning his father took Rinchei to see her.

She was tiny, her face wrinkled and scrunched up. Rinchei looked down at her with disgust and reached out to prod her with a finger. She grabbed it and squeezed tightly, gurgling to herself.

Rinchei was surprised and—to the delight of his parents—gradually his hard look softened and he smiled down gently at the infant.

Several years later, when Jaarin began bawling about getting a baby brother, Rinchei whacked her on the head—causing his parents to snap at him—and told her to be nice.