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-"Get off! You big piece of--"

-"Oh?"

Growlmon turned his head around. There wasn't anyone else in the room. Nothing above him either. Maybe... below?

For a heavy digimon like him, lifting himself meant using at least both of his feet and one arm. With his free hand, he inspected where he had been sitting a few moments ago for the source of all those muffled sounds, yet he didn't find anything.

He took a finger to his butt, in case whatever-it-may-be was stuck there. Nothing, again. He then started to rub his finger back and forth, just in case. However, as good as it felt, it didn't seem to be helping him find it. Oh well, at least he tried.

Getting back on the floor, the red virus digimon rested on his back as he continued rubbing his hole. The squeaky little voice could suck it for as much as he cared. Hell, maybe if it did, he would be able to find it. When he got bored of all the sucking, that is.

Unfortunately, the only thing he felt was something squirming under one of his feet. Regardless of how much he waited. The same foot from where a blue arm came between his toes every once in a while. Bored already; he lifted it, grabbed the small blue digimon under it, and brought him to his face.

-"So that's where you were. Sorry, bro, you know I don't pay attention when I'm walking around the house."

-"Yeah, right." Veemon said.

Growlmon was right in that he was careless: accidentally breaking stuff with his tail, hitting himself with the ceiling when he stood up, and even occasionally stepping on smaller digimon when he was outside. Still, this wasn't the first time it happened and Veemon was sure it had been in purpose.

Especially because he saw the look on his brother's eyes when the jerk stepped on him. While grinning. Again.

-"Or could it be... Veemon, I didn't know that you liked your big bro's feet so much!" Growlmon said while faking a blush, "If only you had told me earlier."

Veemon rolled his eyes and let him continue talking about neighbors, rewards, and whatever. Older brother, pfft. No matter how much the red dragon liked to rub it in everyday, digivolving first didn't change who was the older one.

With a sigh, Veemon stood up and sat down at the other side of the table. Since his brother was there, it was the only place where Veemon could be at ease. Even more so now that he couldn't eat his breakfast, which as smeared on a certain someone's soles. Besides, it was time for what he was waiting for all morning.

1D. A series of incidents where innocent digimon evolved into literal monsters. Veemon watched as a professor on TV was talking about the latest case. Destroyed buildings, victims testimonies, the life story of the monster-of-the-day who was never lie that before the incident), and so forth. How long had it been since the first case? A few months? No matter how many Agumons in lab coats they had; there wasn't a single lead in who, or what, was responsible for this.

Everything was the same as always. Veemon had enough problems just with dealing with a monster for a brother living with him, and now it turned out that he'd still have to deal with more of them for who knows how long. Good thing these "professors" had decided to help with the investigation.

Growlmon stood up and went to the door, making sure to knock something over as he did. At least that way his brother would pay him any attention. He opened the door and looked at Veemon from over his shoulder, "I'm leaving."

-"Take care."

-"Yeah, whatever." He said under his breath before leaving.

Another day of watching TV.

It all started with 1D. Police stopped him anytime they saw him to check if he wasn't infected, his brother turned into a recluse, and now whenever his brother looked at him, his eyes were the same as all those gossiping ladies in the street when he passed next to them: fear. Like if being a virus type digimon meant it was only a question of time until he was just another statistic.

Anyway, 1D or not, it's not like he could just take the day off to be at home.

Growlmon made his way out of the apartment building but, as he reached for the handrail near the stairs, he felt a numbing pain in his hand. He quickly took a look at it. Nothing. The red digimon didn't know what bug had dared to bite him, but he was disappointed that it had gotten away. If only he could have made it pay... Growlmon continued his way.

It wasn't like he didn't understand his brother, but he'd like it if things went back to how they were before when they were everything in each other's world. Before all this bizarre incidents, before his brother spent all day in front of the TV hearing about them, but especially before "he" appeared.

This, so-called, hero was nothing more than a fake, yet Growlmon could not understand why his brother looked to him so. Idolized him even. It was that guy's fault that his brother was like that. He even had to digivolve in order to get his brother's attention! Not that it mattered since Veemon's eyes were fixed on someone else. A certain little, annoying, weak, useless someone.

No, that was wrong. His brother still looked at him, with fear and pity in his eyes. Like he knew what it meant to be a virus digimon in a vaccine city. If Veemon had to be afraid of someone, it should be of himself. He was the one that still was a rockie and the one that needed protection, yet he put all his hopes in that pesky, puny hero.

But it'd come the day when Veemon would come crawling in all fours asking for protection and, when it came, Growlmon wouldn't offer it. He'd look the other way around and let his small brother suffer for what he did.

No, better yet, he'd offer it for a price. Veemon would have to kneel and lick his brother's feet and, in his squeaky voice, he'd say how much he was sorry and talk about how unworthy he was of being in the presence of someone that great. Then, he'd stand up and put his small filthy mouth in his brother's cock.

Yes, and that'd be the moment when Growlmon would forgive him. The moment when his brother finally realized who had always been with him and who he was meant to be together. The moment his brother became his.

Finally, he'd take that "hero" up in the air and he would break his neck. That'd teach him, and everyone else, to try and take his brother away. Like that, the two of them could be together forever--

-"What are you doing?"

Growlmon opened his eyes. He was on the ground and there was a broken vending machine in front of him. He didn't remember what happened, but it didn't matter to him. To be honest, neither did that useless digimon anymore. No, if Growlmon wanted to have his brother, he'd have him; and to stop someone else from taking him again he would...

Growlmon started to laugh and let out a primal roar, just before getting hit by a black lightning bolt.