Notes: This has been hanging around (my bedroom floor) for about a month. I picked it up, reread it, thought about revising it and decided I like it just the way it is. It's not much but, seeing as Sora is pratically my favorite character and seeing that she hardly appears in anything other than romance, I think it works.
You deal with it for once. I'm tired of dealing. I'm tired. I'm tired of it all. You deal, I'm tired.
I'm tired of the fighting. I'm tired of breaking you up. I'm tired of keeping you apart. I'm tired of trying to keep you from fighting in the first place. I'm tired.
I'm tired of the whining, of the complaining, of the crying. I'm tired of listening to this and hearing about that. Talk to someone else. I'm tired.
I'm tired of dealing with your fears, your insecurities. I'm not your doctor. I'm not a nurse. I don't even know First Aid. Don't bring your problems to me. I'm tired.
I'm tired of the nagging. I'm tired of the dragging you away from your computer, of force feeding you, of ordering you to bed. I'm quitting, giving up. You can starve yourself and become an insomniac. I'm not dealing anymore. I'm tired.
I'm tired of being the babysitter, of whipping away tears, of comforting nightmares, of scaring away the monsters. They're not my brother and sister. You deal with it. I'm tired.
I'm leaving. I'm not dealing. I'm tired. I'm going to rest. Find myself a nice tree and get some sleep. No, I don't know when I'm coming back, maybe never.
Oh, don't cry TK. Really, I was only joking. I'll come back for supper, I promise. Oh, TK brush away those tears.
What? You want to come with me? But that totally defeats the purpose of getting away. Oh, don't give me puppy dog eyes.
I'm not a babysitter. Oh, you're not babies, you say. Well, you do have Gatomon and Patamon to protect you. I guess you can come along, if you don't bug me.
What? You want to come too, Tentomon? But what about Izzy? Well, I guess. But if he only puts the computer away. You can come along.
Why am I not surprised? Okay, yes, just no complaining, no whining. Talk nicely, to each other, about nice things. Yes, Mimi and Joe, Palamon and Gomamon, you may come.
And I suppose you four will want to be coming along as well. You can, if you want, but rule. No fighting. You agree. Good. Maybe it'll last for more than an hour.
But an hour's all I ask. An hour where you deal and I don't. An hour of not dealing is good, isn't it Biyo? You know, I'm not so tired anymore.
End Notes: Liked it? Hated it? Think you can do better? Please, try. I'd love to read it.