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@caecorumlumen YOUâRE NOT MY MOM.
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Trouble in Mayapple - Kouji and Kouichi
        Their house (a better word would be âfarmâ) was located on route 15, and so they often travelled to Larkspur Town when they ran low on supplies. Kouichi rarely let Kouji go alone, having only allowed it once and then never again. They had no newborn PokĂ©mon this time, only two eggs, and each was tucked inside a backpack on each twinâs back.
        The younger held onto his brotherâs arm, his  Sylveon having her ribbons wrapped around her other hand, while the elder stared into space as they walked. They ended up taking a detour, as the mention of Mega Evolution caught the elderâs attention (the younger brother couldnât convince him to simply return home), and thatâs how they ended up in this mess.
        âDamn it, Kouichi, I told you we shouldâve just gone home!â one twin snapped, hugging his backpack tightly to his chest as the showing quickly turned to disaster.
        âKouji, take the other egg,â the other replied, pulling a pokeball from his belt. âIâll clear a path for us.â
        âYou canât be serious!â Kouji rolled his eyes, though, and took the backpack. âThose freaks will gang up on us.â
        âTheyâll hurt you.â
        âStop worrying about me!â
        âMm. Banette, letâs fight.â The ghost-type appeared in an instant, letting out a demented cry as it stood beside its trainer. Kouichi just smirked as a grunt confronted him, calling out his Poochyena. A Dark-type, of all things.
        âFor fuckâs sake,â Kouji muttered bitterly. âKouichi, call out someone else. Sylveon, use Moonblast!â
        âSylve-ve!â
        âAssist her, Liepard,â Kouichi murmured, the cat-like PokĂ©mon meowing in response.
        And so, the battle began.
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âYeah. Kouichi replied, placing the manga down on the table. "What are you doing over there?â
        âHonestly? I was attempting to read, but I just donât want to.â
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She pouted in reply. âIâll whine if I want to.â
        âNo whining in my house.â
She draped herself across his couch. "Kouuujiiiiiiiii. I'm bored."
       âDo you spend all day thinking of ways to annoy me? Because itâs working. Stop whining.â
"Kouji..."
        âDid you finish it already, nii-chan?â Kouji could at least say his life was interestingâafter all, his dead-but-not-dead twin brother was sitting on the couch reading Shoujo manga.
[adoption au, pre-kaiser defeat] He wanted to vomit. Someone had done this to his little brother. Someone who was going to pay with all the wrath held in his heart. But first things came first, and both tears and revenge would have to wait. He signed very slowly, hoping Kouji was well enough to understand: 'I'm taking you back home, calling Mom and Dad, and then an ambulance. Will you be okay until then?' He needed to remain calm, for Kouji, no matter how frantic his heartbeat was.
You find my character with their lips having been literally SEWN TOGETHER in a clearly amateur way! What do your character do?
       He was twelve years old now, and plenty old enough to disobey Ken when he wanted to. Every other time he had managed to sneak out, Ken had either not noticed or not cared. This time, Ken had soccer practice for a little while longer, and Kouji wanted a snack from the convenience store. Things didnât go as planned.
        The stitching had hurt, but seeing his brother hurt more. Tears were already welled up in his eyes, and he had to rub violently at his eyes in order to catch most of Kenâs signing. He couldnât say anything, obviously, so instead, he put his flat hand to his chest, rubbing it in a circular motion, before putting his curled left fist onto his outstretched palm and pulled it back to him again.
        [ Help me. ]
[pet au] He looked down, lips pursed in a frown. "I suppose it's pointless to ask you what happened now. I will say I don't like others damaging my property. As soon as those are out I expect you to tell me what happened. Now," he said, a small pair of scissors in hand, "hold still."
You find my character with their lips having been literally SEWN TOGETHER in a clearly amateur way! What does your character do?
        He couldnât speak, couldnât see, and was forced to wait painfully until Ken returned to him. The man with the crazy laugh had done this, someone bent on irritating Ken, it seemed. Each snip of the scissors hurt as the thread moved, and he could finally gasp in relief and pain.
        âI donât know.â
You find my character with their lips having been literally SEWN TOGETHER in a clearly amateur way! What do your character do?
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Meet the Breeder, Kouji
Meowstic male / level 39 /Â Infiltrator Psybeam, Disarming Voice, Charm, Psyshock
Togepi female / level 10 / Serene Grace Growl, Charm, Metronome, Sweet Kiss
Absol female / level 43 / Super Luck Pursuit, Thief, Night Slash, Psycho Cut
Ninetales female / level 32 / Flash Fire Overheat, Flame Charge, Will-O-Wisp, Flame Burst
Sylveon female / level 38 / Pixilate Draining Kiss, Moonblast, Dazzling Gleam, Protect
âYou want your Pokemon to become stronger? Fine. Letâs see how they hold up against a caretaker!â
you fucking monster
anyone to me, probably
Youâre the Niisan Now
âOkay.â Whatever Kouji wanted to believe, Ken wasnât about to stop him. Itâs not like he wanted this kid sharing his room anyways.
âOh.â He didnât want to imagine itâhe didnâtâbut it still came unbidden into his head, the scene with Osamu twisted and bloody in the street right before him.
âIâm sorry.â
And he was. He really hoped Kouji hadnât had to watch.
Watching hurt.
âUmâŠIâm tired. I donât think I want dinner. I might just go to bed now.â The first two statements were lies, but the third he fully intended to carry out.
        Watch it he had. He watched as Kouichiâs beloved cap blew off his head from the summer wind, and he watched when his brother cried out âIâll get it!â and run to retrieve it from the road. Oh, he watched as his mother ran after his brother screaming, and as that semi impacted with a sickening crunch. He watched people run to his family, broken and bleeding in the street.
        He was only five, and he watched the only two people who ever cared about him die.
        Remembering that only brought tears to the youngerâs eyes again and he pulled the cap down, lips trembling. He couldnât reply to Ken--there was too much hurt in his head, and he ran from it, out of the room and into the hall. Heâd find some comfort somewhere, away from the smiling parents and the sad boy, somewhere in this small apartment where he didnât have to see their faces.
        Maybe heâd try and talk to Ken again tomorrow.
Sasate: AN AU WHERE WORMMON DOESN'T DIE?
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Youâre the Niisan Now
His awkward smile didnât shift, even if he flinched on the inside. âYeah. A car hit him.â Because I wanted him gone. I didnât mean it. I swear, I didnât really want him gone.
But at least the bunk bed would work out.
âWellâŠweâll never really be brothers. I didnât ask for a new one either.â Still, Ken took Kouji by the hand and led him into the boyâs new room. He was pointing out all its contents before finally turning his eyes to the desk.
Dropping Koujiâs hand, he walked up to the computer, left off since his brotherâs passing. âThis is Osamuâs desk. Youâre not allowed to open that top drawer, okay? Thatâs his stuff in there.â
If Ken were to be honest, the Digivice was his. But Osamu had thought it belonged to him, so Ken would let his big brother have it. He wouldnât touch it again, even if it meant he and Wormmon couldnât play together anymore. He wouldnât.
        âI donât want to touch it,â he huffed, looking away from the desk like it was blinding him. It was just something of the kid he was supposed to replace. He wouldnât go near it if he could help it, just like he wouldnât go near Kenâs parents.
        âThis is just a...um...temp-temporary home. I wonât stay here.â
        Even though Kouji couldnât tell time, he knew it hadnât been long since the accident that took his own brother. Had it been longer since Osamu had passed? He doesnât want to ask. He wants to go home immediately.
        âKouichi got hit by a car too.â
Youâre the Niisan Now
Ken stared for a few seconds before quietly slipping out from behind the door and walking over to the now crying younger child. âI know you miss him. I miss my oniichan too.â
His better instincts won out this round, and he tried to pat Kouji on the head. After pulling his hand away, he crouched a little to be closer to eye level, tilting his head the rest of the way. âHi. Iâm Ken. Itâs nice to meet you.â
Try to smile. It was awkward, but he did his best. âDo you wanna see our room? Iâll let you pick top or bottom bunk.â
He had been on the bottom until Osamu died, but switched to top shortly after so he could be close to his brotherâs smell. He really hoped Kouji didnât pick the topâŠbut if he did, Ken would just take a deep breath and let him.
        Kouji hadnât assumed heâd been replacing anyone at first, but meeting Ken had opened his eyes. He was a replacement for their lost child. Whether or not that was actually the case didnât occur to the child. He was mad at the world, at God, at everyone and everything.
        âIs your niichan dead too?â he asked quietly, though he feels he shouldnât have. Instead, the five-year-old nods, because thatâll give him something to do.
        âBottom,â he confirmed. He wasnât a fan of heights, and Kouichi and he had shared a bed instead of having a bunk bed. He pushed the cap up and out of his eyes, finally remembering what heâd been forgetting.
        â...Iâm Kouji. I still donât want a new brother though.â
Youâre the Niisan Now
âŠOr maybe not. When the scream came, just as he crept from the safety of the bedroom door, Ken froze. He stared at the little boy before him, and decided that maybe this once it was okay to be blunt.
âI donât want a new brother either.â
âKen!â
He ignored his motherâs protest. âI want Osamu back.â
He ran back to his room, and this time, he did shut the door. No locks, though. Heâd promised not to.
Kouichi, huh? Maybe Koujiâd had a twin. An older twin.
It was really rude to not even introduce himself properly before running off like that. Should he go back out? Probably. He didnât want to, but he would. At least a little bit.
He cracked the door open and stuck his head out, silently watching from there.
        âI want Kouichi back,â he whimpered once more, only echoing Kenâs words. The tears in his eyes were far, far too large for him to even see the other boy. He struggled to wipe them away, even though his ânew motherâ tried to talk to him and help.
        âKouji, we know you miss him--â
        âNo you donât,â he said stubbornly. âYou just wanted a new kid. You thought itâd make your kid happy. I heard you tell Mizuki-san that. But I donât want a new mom, and I donât want a new brother.â
        He refused to look at Mrs. Ichijoujiâs face. He was five, not stupid. He knew his words were mean, and he didnât care. He wanted Kouichi back. No amount of coaxing to get a ânew big brotherâ would ever change that fact. The way he pulled his brotherâs favorite baseball cap as far down over his eyes as he could was enough to make it known he didnât want to talk.
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Ken didnât want a new brother. He wanted his old one back. He knew that could never happen, of course. But there was no replacement for Osamu, and right now? He hated his parents for trying to fill up that hole in their lives.
So when his ânew brotherââone younger than him, no lessâcame through their apartment door, he refused to come out of his room to greet him. He could hear his parents talking to the boy in the living room, but he refused to leave his bedroom.
A room he once shared with Osamu, and would now share with a stranger.
But no matter how stubborn he wanted to be (he even contemplated locking the door), guilt gnawed at him. It wasnât Kouji Minamotoâs fault that he was being adopted by the Ichijoujis. Maybe he should go out and try and smile and say helloâŠ
        He didnât want to come here. He didnât care that his dad didnât want him, that he wanted some new woman instead. He didnât want to go somewhere else and pretend to be happy because he wasnât. He was sad and he wanted to be sad for as long as he wanted.
        He hated this--hated it with all his little body--but he couldnât be mad at these people. They were just âdoing it for his own good.â He didnât want that. He wanted his mother and brother and to go home. He understood, though, and knew they werenât ever coming back.
        âKouji-chan, why donât you take off your shoes? Iâm sure Kenâs excited to meet you. Heâll be your new brother.â
        Ken? New brother?
        âNo!â he screamed, the first words heâd ever spoken to these people besides the formal introductions. âI donât want a new brother! I want Kouichi back!â