Hi readers! It's me again! This time though, I'm writing a tamers fic. It's slightly angsty, but I'm sure it will turn out to be a good story.
Disclaimer: I don't own digimon. It belongs to some unnamed people in Japan. Oh, and Bandai. And those other guys I can't remember right now. Oh, and this disclaimer will be serving for the whole story so I don't have to come up with new ways to say, "I don't own digimon" every chapter. I should only have to say it once anyway.
As the sun sank behind the buildings of Tokyo into the western sky and the streetlights began to come on, the crowds on the usually busy main street began to thin. Friends said their goodbyes and headed home to their families. Parents, exhausted, piled their children into the backseats of cars and gratefully drove home. People finished up their grocery shopping and headed home at the end of what seemed to be a long day for everyone.
Soon, the street was completely empty except for a stray cat and the trash left behind by the crowd.
Soon after, as the darkness of night began to slowly settle in, footsteps began echoing along the empty street. Rika Nonaka, hands in her pockets and her eyes on the ground, slowly made her way down the avenue. The redhead kicked at a wrapper from a McDonald's burger, sighing, and turned her violet eyes up to the twinkling stars above. Since Renamon and the other digimon had disappeared from her life Rika hadn't seen much of her friends, and mostly confined herself to her house. However, she would often find herself taking walks at night, where it didn't seem as though the walls were closing in on her.
She turned her attention from the stars to the street before her. She saw no movement, except that of the stray cat. 'Good,' she thought. 'I'm alone. I'll actually be able to think.' However, she soon found out that she was wrong about being alone.
As she passed by a darkened alleyway between a fast food restaurant and an electronics shop, a voice rang out of the shadows. "Hey," it said, "What's a cute little girl like yourself doin' here at a time like this?" Rika stopped and turned her head, squinting into the darkness. After a moment, a figure emerged from the darkness and sauntered into view. He had stringy black hair that looked like it hadn't been washed it quite a while. On his wrist was a spiked bracelet and he was dressed in almost all black, including a black leather jacket. In his hand was a lighter, which he quickly placed in his pocket. Along with the looks he had a grudge-like air about him.
Normally, this would be Rika's type of guy, but it would have been under two conditions, which where that she actually knew him and that she didn't meet him in a dark alleyway with nobody else around.
"I'm not a cute little girl," Rika started, her tone holding her trademark disgust. "And I was just leaving." With that, Rika turned away from the guy and started continuing down the street.
"Wait, wait, wait." Said the guy, walking a little faster to catch up to her. "Where you goin' hot stuff?"
Rika grimaced at being called "hot stuff". "Away from you," she said simply, not looking back at him.
"Oh come on." He said, stepping in front of her. "Stick around sweet thing. I'm sure you'd enjoy my company." A sly smiling lit his face as his arms snaked around Rika's waist, much to the girl's rage and disgust.
She roughly pulled from his grip and shoved him away. "Back off Pyro." She barked, glaring. "You can't just pick me up off the street, that's not my style. Now back off, or I'll kicked your sorry ass." As she spoke the last few words, she did a round kick as a warning that she was not kidding. After this, she quickly spun around and started walking back the way she came, shaking her head in distaste.
As she passed by the alleyway where the guy had first appeared from, Rika felt something clamp on her ponytail and yanked her back. She yelped in surprise more than pain and soon found herself looking up into the face of the guy. "You can pick up anyone off the street if you want." He hissed, sending shivers down Rika spine. She could feel his breath on her face, and it held the scent of stale tobacco.
Quickly, Rika elbowed him in the stomach, then sent a backward kick into his knee. The combination was enough to make him let go of her. She made to run down the street and escape, but it was too little, too late. She felt a hand seize her arm and she was suddenly flung backward into a cluster of trashcans. Her head hit smashed into the brick wall, causing Rika to yell in pain. She and grabbed her throbbing head, jaws clenched, and she found she was bleeding from the forehead. Then, she was then roughly forced up and shoved against the wall. Rika yelled again out as a torrent pain throbbed through her back.
"You've got some nerve don't ya, you little bitch?" asked the guy, holding Rika up by her shoulders.
"Fuck you!" screamed Rika, kicking him in the stomach with all the power she could muster. Gasping and coughing, the guy doubled over, letting Rika drop into the pile of trash. Again, Rika tried to make a break for it. However, she stopped when a searing pain went through stomach. She screamed, grabbing at her stomach and found the hilt of a blade sticking from her flesh. Blood spouted from the wound, covering Rika's hands in the crimson liquid. She fell to her side in the pile of trash, grasping her stomach. Her body started shaking, both from fear and from the burning pain of the wound. Then, she heard a triumphant chuckling above her.
"To bad." Said the voice of the guy from above Rika. Rika screamed once again as the blade was roughly pulled from her stomach, letting the blood flow freely. "You were a cute one too." Rika faintly heard footsteps walking away and the flicking of the lighter. Then, there was silence.
She lay there, trying to breathe; though it almost seemed as if she'd forgotten how to do it properly. She felt the warm blood soaking through her clothes. Minutes passed, then a half-hour, then an hour. However, it felt much longer to Rika. The seconds stretched longer and longer as she lay there, trying desperately to breath. She tried to yell for help; maybe someone would hear her, but she just couldn't find her voice. She lay there in the pile of trash, losing more and more blood. She could see it now by the light of the moon, spreading across the ground in a red puddle. Soon, the world around her began to blur. Darkness ate away at the sides of her vision, and she knew she was going to die. She couldn't explain it, but before she passed into darkness, her last conscious thought was of Ryo.
AN: Well readers, that was the eventful first chapter. Don't worry though, Rika is not dead, she's just unconscious. I wouldn't end it like that. That wouldn't even be a story! I won't tell you if this story has a sad or happy ending, you'll just have to wait and see.