Title: Jaloersheid Broer

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I do not own the KND.

Author's Note: …I hate you Nella.

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"Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it". –Lord Byron

He always wanted what was his brother's,

"No, no Tommy. You can't play with that. That's Hoagie's toy."

And yes, he desperately admired his older brother. He was everything he wished he could be. A top operative, highly respected, intelligent and witty. He had friends and warm smiles while he; himself among the same crowd was just a pest.

Too small to be of any use, bound to get into the way. A tag-along.

But he couldn't help it.

Maybe…maybe if he followed for long enough. Mimicked and copied, dreamed and hoped, and fervently wanted to then he could be exactly like his brother. He never dare thought of surpassing his sibling. That would be too much to ask for.

Light blue polo shirts (occasionally stolen old ones that no longer fit the elder), goggles and hats. Eventually, gradually, it has to happen. It just has to.

A child's innocence in believing anything can happen. Patient and stubborn. Please. Please.

Except year after year he remained himself and his big brother was the ever-admired big brother.

So he took what he could.

Sometimes disregarded items, rejects of his sibling. Other times belongings he knew he shouldn't take. Things that would be missed.. And yet that would make them worth all the more.

And if it was something more like an orange sweatshirt occupied by flashing emerald, full of energy, thriving and temperamental then he knew for certain he would get in trouble, would get caught red-handed. It gave him a thrill.

But what did it matter if for an instant he could have what his brother wanted but didn't have quiet yet. First for once, a rare step away from the natural courses of life and he knew, he knew it wouldn't be forever. Finders keepers, losers weepers. I'm sorry.

Fin