A/N: Hey guys! So what am I doing here you ask? And with DIGIMON? Well, it hadn't exactly been my intention to write a new fanfic to be perfectly honest. I'd been toying with the idea of writing something new a lot lately, but no ideas had come to mind. Then, I'm sitting there at about, oh, five in the morning trying to go to sleep, when this starts writing itself in my head! Obviously I had to oblige and pull out my handy dandy laptop, so, here we are, eight am now. Honestly, I've been wanting to write a Digimon fanfiction for awhile now, so if you're a Twilight fan, I apologize. Hopefully I'll write something Twilight-related soonish, but until then I hope you can be patient. :-) Anyhoo, ONWARD!

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or any of the lovely characters involved.

Chapter One

Hikari Yagami stared down at the ominous plate in front of her, an expression of horror plastered onto her face. There was no way she would ever finish something so gargantuan. No. Way. She groaned. "Why on earth do you insist on continually bringing me here? You know I can't resist deserts!" she whined.

"Exactly," said her friend after a spoonful of their own massive treat, "Why I keep bringing you here."

She glared. "Ken, do you want me to get fat? Because I swear that's what you're trying to do to me."

He simply laughed at her angry, stubborn expression. "No Kari," he said, still laughing. "Just eat."

She paused for a moment, contemplating. "Okay, I will," she said picking up a fork and watching her best friend's eyes light up in triumph. "But," she added. "I'm going to start jogging from now on."

He considered this for a moment. "Jogging's good I suppose…" He didn't add anything else, however, because he already knew what would come next.

"So does that mean you'll come with me?" she asked eagerly, her brown eyes brightening instantly.

"Well," he said looking down as he slowly picked away at his desert. "What time would you be going around?"

She thought about this for a moment. "Five am," Kari said with certainty.

His jaw dropped. "Why so early?"

The real reason of course was because Kari didn't want anyone, obviously other than Ken, although he hardly counted, to see her jog. Even though she had yet to begin, she already knew it would not be a pretty sight when she did. However, what she said instead was, "I like it when it's quiet." It was a half-truth and would have to suffice. Ken was her best friend, true, but did she want to explain to him how idiotic she was sure she looked every time she even thought about running? I think not.

This answer, he seemed to accept. However, it was not enough for Ken to go with her. "Kari, you know I can't do mornings. I'm sorry," he said, looking like he truly meant it.

She tried not to let her disappointment show as she responded with, "That's alright. I'll just jog on my own."

"If you're sure," he said, pulling up her chin so he could look directly at her. She nodded briefly, knowing she was certain of her convictions now; Ken often worked quite late into the night, so jogging with him would have never worked out anyhow. "Okay," he said standing up and grabbing his jacket from behind his chair. "I've got to go now Kari, so I'll see you later, alright?"

She nodded again as he placed a gentle hand on her arm. "Bye," she said, instantly returning to her usual cheerful self. So I'll have to jog alone- big deal, she thought. After he was out of sight, she too backed out of her chair and began walking toward her apartment. At least, she added to herself, it'll be nice and quiet.

The next morning, Kari groggily glared at her annoyingly loud alarm clock. "Shuddup," she grumbled into her pillow, slamming her hand down hard onto the clock's smooth surface. Instantly, the buzzing ceased and Kari easily drifted back to her original comfortable position.

Why'd it have to be five again? She asked herself, sleep still hazing her mind. She thought back to yesterday's conversation with Ken and slowly her memories crept into view. Jogging, she thought with a slight bit more clarity. I want to go jogging. Five am? she asked herself, still unsure of her motives behind this ungodly hour. People. No people, she grasped, finally coming to her senses. Lazily, she plucked herself off her soft bed, full of apprehension.

This is certainly going to be interesting, she thought to herself, fastening her hair into a tight ponytail after donning her workout gear. Displeased with how it looked, she comforted herself with the thought that there would be no one out at this hour, particularly not any good looking men, so it really didn't matter how badly her hair looked.

Stepping out into the darkened morning, she began her jog, starting slowly at first, but eventually picking up speed. She soon found that the rhythmic sound of her feet hitting the asphalt was soothing, and realized with a start that this was something she could easily find herself enjoying. She wanted to keep running, and all previous feelings of dread slowly disintegrated with each pounding step. Kari ran, and continued running, until she could run no more. Finally spent, she collapsed onto a bench and began dousing herself with water, not even bothering to care if she missed her open mouth.

Absolutely exhausted, she leaned back, completely hunched over, and closed her eyes. She felt so at peace and so accomplished with herself that at that very moment, she hadn't even bothered to listen for other footsteps. "Morning," said a cheerful, but deep voice with an obvious smile to it.

Okay, Kari reasoned with herself before opening her eyes, so I'm not the only one out this morning. As long as it's not a cute guy, I'll be okay. Positive that the odds would be good, Kari slowly blinked open her eyes, the blurry figure sluggishly coming into view.

OH DAMN IT ALL TO HELL! She raged inside her head while blinking a few more times for good measure. It was just her luck really, because standing in front of her was probably one of the most attractive guys she had ever seen. Honestly, of all days! she continued, absolutely dumbfounded at how ironic her life truly was. Of ALL DAYS for some strikingly good-looking, tall, blonde-haired BEAST to come wandering into my life, he chooses TODAY! Today, the day I take up JOGGING? Well that is just GREAT! She huffed at no one in particular, or perhaps fate, when she finally noticed that said stunning blonde boy was still standing in front of her.

Quickly back-pedalling, she realized that he must have assumed the huff was meant for him since he looked slightly taken-aback. Mentally cursing herself for being so sweaty at a time like this, she plastered on a smile and extended a hand. "Morning! Name's Kari Yagami!"

He quickly brushed off his confused expression and placed his own hand in hers, shaking it vigorously while giving her a slightly lopsided grin. "Hey Kari, I'm Takeru Takaishi, but you can call me T.K."

"Hey," she added, grinning for real this time. His smile could only be described as infectious.

Letting go of her hand, he looked down at her and added, "You're probably one of the first people I've seen out at this hour. Do you jog often?"

"Ha! No," she responded. "I'm a newbie."

He grinned again, this time with a slightly more mischievous look in his eyes. "A newb, eh?" he asked. "Thought so."

She groaned inwardly. "Do I really look that awfully when I run?" she asked, only remembering now her issue with the running and the people and the weirdness. It seemed all her jogging nightmares had come true in a brief matter of minutes. So much for enjoying jogging, she thought glumly to herself. Not only is there people (well, okay, hot guys), but you also look like an idiot while you're at it. Fan-tastic!

"Not at all," he said, clearly surprised that she had even asked.

"Then what gave it away?" she asked, puzzled, looking up into his eyes. Blue eyes, she noted.

He laughed again. "I'm pretty sure the fact that you're passed out on a park bench was good indication."

Kari could only manage to respond with an "Oh."

"Well Kari, it was nice meeting you," he said suddenly, picking up his pace again. "See you around?" As she nodded at his retreating figure, she couldn't help but notice that his closing line had been a question, not a statement. So does that mean I'll see him again? she asked herself, not expecting a reply. However, a subtle voice, her own voice, whispered in the back of her head, If you keep jogging you will.

Finally lifting herself off the park bench, she began running again, this time in the direction of her apartment.

A/N: Chapter title is Run Around, from Digimon itself! ^.^ According to google, the artist is Jasan Radford. That, I never knew, but I suppose I'll have to correct it on my iPod eventually hahah. Anyways, please, please review and tell me what you think!