Hey! Well, I got this request from a friend, and how could I turn it down?
And besides, who doesn't like a good challenge ^-^?
Ah, anyway, a couple notes. I'm putting Rika-chan in Odaiba, so as not to
confuse myself. Yama is 18 and Rika is 17. I'll be talking about American
style high school, so please forgive me! My Japanese culture is not too
great anymore.
WARNING! As so not to get myself killed, K.T. gets to write the first review as part of her wishes ^.^'' So if you want to review [which I hope you do!], wait until you see Lady Espelle/K.T. Le Flay [did I get that right?] has written.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Digimon, Rika, or Yamato, or any other character or place in this fic! All that is mine is the story plot, and that belongs to me, so don't steal! Danke schon.on with the fic!
Yamato's POV: The halls of Odaiba High were the same crowded mess as they always are after the second lunch period on Friday. The noise level was enormous, and I could barely hear the words that my friend Taichi was saying. "What?!" I yelled for the hundredth time.
Before Taichi could answer, a hush fell over the crowds around us. Confused, I looked up and saw people clearing from the middle of the hallway against the walls and lockers. Walking down that clearing was a creature that stopped my breath. Her hair was fiery red with slight hints of honey blond. Icy, violet eyes fixed in front of her, starting straight ahead coldly. Pale skin was made brilliant white with the deep green uniform forced upon every Odaiba High student. It could only be the new girl, Makino Rika, the Digimon Queen.
"Whoa, I don't think I'd ever want to mess with HER! What a creep!" Taichi said.
"What do you mean?" I asked stupidly.
Rika was rumored to be a very dark and cruel girl. She had no friends and rarely talked. Rumors had said that the 17-year-old was chased out of Tokyo where she had lived because of some "complications" she had caused. And yet, none of these could be proven.
Taichi gave me a strange look and opened his mouth, only to be cut off by the bell. Glad for it, I said "bye" and left for my sixth period World Lit. class. As usual, I made it by the tardy bell.
Mr. Meyers promptly got up to take role, just as the door opened again. Everyone turned to see who it was.
"Miss Makino, you must get here earlier. This is your second tardy," Mr. Meyers said to the red head.
"Gomen, Mr. Meyers, it wont happen again," the girl said, barely above a whisper as she took her seat in the front corner by the window.
"I should hope so."
As attendance was resumed, I unconsciously stared at Rika. I studied her bored face as she concentrated on little doodles she made on her notebook. She suddenly looked up and gave me a cold look. Embarrassed, I turned away.
Even with my gaze turned to my desk, I felt those violet eyes burning into me, never letting go of my mind, trying to take my thoughts. This continued throughout the lecture that Mr. Meyers tortured us with. No matter how hard I tried to ignore it, the eerie feeling was an ever-present aura in my mind. I was glad when the bell finally rang. I grabbed my bag and practically ran out the door to get to my next class, away from Rika. *~*~*~*~* Rika's POV: As the bell rang at the end of sixth period, I slowly picked up my backpack, still holding my gaze on Ishida Yamato as he ran out of the room.
As I turned to leave myself, Mr. Meyers called out, "Ms. Makino!"
I turned to him, annoyed. "Hai, sir?"
"Rika, promise me you'll be here on time tomorrow?"
"Hai, sir."
"And that you won't concentrate on Mr. Ishida instead of the lesson?"
Feeling the blood rush to my face, I turned my gaze to the ground. "Hai, sir," I said, trying to keep the hatred from my voice.
"Okay, you may leave then."
"Arigato, sir."
I rushed from the room, digging my keys out of my purse. I had sixth and seventh periods off and I gladly went home every day at this time. When I finally reached my little black Station Wagon, I madly pulled out and went home, most likely almost killing a dozen people on the little neighborhood streets. I didn't give much thought about it. My mind was only on Ishida Yamato.
Ishida Yamato, the heart-throb of every girl who set her eyes upon him. Almost like an ancient Siren, using his voice to bring flocks of them from all over Japan, maybe further. How disgusting! And why had he kept his eyes on me in class? To what purpose would my presence bring such attention? The plot of a cruel joke being made? Mocking me? Who knows?
My thoughts on the boy dissolved when I reached my house. Looking in the garage, I saw that mom was going to be working late. When I got inside, I found a not taped to the TV stating she was going to have to work late and then go to dinner with her boyfriend.
Another lonely Friday night, only to have me end up at some club and become drunk or high by the end of the night from depression.
Like it really mattered. Loneliness was the norm for me here. I hate Odaiba! At Tokyo I was someone. I had friends. I was the Digimon Queen, known by millions for my skills at the Digimon Card Game.
But, it was my own fault that we had to move here. My own stupidity. Why..how..could I have done it?! Now I get to pay for it.
My heart sinking, I walked into my room, turning on the radio and laying down on the bed. My last thought before surrendering to tears was, "You idiot!" Then my mind went blank, except for the memory.
PUH, I tried so hard not to type in German for you guys! Well, may not be the most exciting beginning, but I promise that I'll make it better! So, what is Rika hiding? Any ideas? ^-^ If you're curious, continue reading as I keep posting! Hope you like it so far K.T.!
WARNING! As so not to get myself killed, K.T. gets to write the first review as part of her wishes ^.^'' So if you want to review [which I hope you do!], wait until you see Lady Espelle/K.T. Le Flay [did I get that right?] has written.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Digimon, Rika, or Yamato, or any other character or place in this fic! All that is mine is the story plot, and that belongs to me, so don't steal! Danke schon.on with the fic!
Yamato's POV: The halls of Odaiba High were the same crowded mess as they always are after the second lunch period on Friday. The noise level was enormous, and I could barely hear the words that my friend Taichi was saying. "What?!" I yelled for the hundredth time.
Before Taichi could answer, a hush fell over the crowds around us. Confused, I looked up and saw people clearing from the middle of the hallway against the walls and lockers. Walking down that clearing was a creature that stopped my breath. Her hair was fiery red with slight hints of honey blond. Icy, violet eyes fixed in front of her, starting straight ahead coldly. Pale skin was made brilliant white with the deep green uniform forced upon every Odaiba High student. It could only be the new girl, Makino Rika, the Digimon Queen.
"Whoa, I don't think I'd ever want to mess with HER! What a creep!" Taichi said.
"What do you mean?" I asked stupidly.
Rika was rumored to be a very dark and cruel girl. She had no friends and rarely talked. Rumors had said that the 17-year-old was chased out of Tokyo where she had lived because of some "complications" she had caused. And yet, none of these could be proven.
Taichi gave me a strange look and opened his mouth, only to be cut off by the bell. Glad for it, I said "bye" and left for my sixth period World Lit. class. As usual, I made it by the tardy bell.
Mr. Meyers promptly got up to take role, just as the door opened again. Everyone turned to see who it was.
"Miss Makino, you must get here earlier. This is your second tardy," Mr. Meyers said to the red head.
"Gomen, Mr. Meyers, it wont happen again," the girl said, barely above a whisper as she took her seat in the front corner by the window.
"I should hope so."
As attendance was resumed, I unconsciously stared at Rika. I studied her bored face as she concentrated on little doodles she made on her notebook. She suddenly looked up and gave me a cold look. Embarrassed, I turned away.
Even with my gaze turned to my desk, I felt those violet eyes burning into me, never letting go of my mind, trying to take my thoughts. This continued throughout the lecture that Mr. Meyers tortured us with. No matter how hard I tried to ignore it, the eerie feeling was an ever-present aura in my mind. I was glad when the bell finally rang. I grabbed my bag and practically ran out the door to get to my next class, away from Rika. *~*~*~*~* Rika's POV: As the bell rang at the end of sixth period, I slowly picked up my backpack, still holding my gaze on Ishida Yamato as he ran out of the room.
As I turned to leave myself, Mr. Meyers called out, "Ms. Makino!"
I turned to him, annoyed. "Hai, sir?"
"Rika, promise me you'll be here on time tomorrow?"
"Hai, sir."
"And that you won't concentrate on Mr. Ishida instead of the lesson?"
Feeling the blood rush to my face, I turned my gaze to the ground. "Hai, sir," I said, trying to keep the hatred from my voice.
"Okay, you may leave then."
"Arigato, sir."
I rushed from the room, digging my keys out of my purse. I had sixth and seventh periods off and I gladly went home every day at this time. When I finally reached my little black Station Wagon, I madly pulled out and went home, most likely almost killing a dozen people on the little neighborhood streets. I didn't give much thought about it. My mind was only on Ishida Yamato.
Ishida Yamato, the heart-throb of every girl who set her eyes upon him. Almost like an ancient Siren, using his voice to bring flocks of them from all over Japan, maybe further. How disgusting! And why had he kept his eyes on me in class? To what purpose would my presence bring such attention? The plot of a cruel joke being made? Mocking me? Who knows?
My thoughts on the boy dissolved when I reached my house. Looking in the garage, I saw that mom was going to be working late. When I got inside, I found a not taped to the TV stating she was going to have to work late and then go to dinner with her boyfriend.
Another lonely Friday night, only to have me end up at some club and become drunk or high by the end of the night from depression.
Like it really mattered. Loneliness was the norm for me here. I hate Odaiba! At Tokyo I was someone. I had friends. I was the Digimon Queen, known by millions for my skills at the Digimon Card Game.
But, it was my own fault that we had to move here. My own stupidity. Why..how..could I have done it?! Now I get to pay for it.
My heart sinking, I walked into my room, turning on the radio and laying down on the bed. My last thought before surrendering to tears was, "You idiot!" Then my mind went blank, except for the memory.
PUH, I tried so hard not to type in German for you guys! Well, may not be the most exciting beginning, but I promise that I'll make it better! So, what is Rika hiding? Any ideas? ^-^ If you're curious, continue reading as I keep posting! Hope you like it so far K.T.!