Just to tell you, Kari and Takeru don't know each other in this fic until the actual confrontation…
I never really liked the show much expect for the characters…
Please don't hate me…
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon
CHAPTER ONE: Girlie Roomates! Who needs 'em?
Takeru cursed silently as the trunk of his borrowed car slammed painfully onto his fingers. He shifted the box in his arms to one hand, dropping it gently to the ground just long enough to free his aching digits. He flexed his fingers briefly before picking up the heavy box once again.
Takeru moved quickly to the front of the building. He hadn't seen his new apartment before, and it was ritzier than he'd expected from the amount of rent he was paying. When he'd answered the ad for the apartment, all he'd cared about was getting away from his own home long enough to straighten out his life. He hadn't cared that he was probably moving into a seedy dump, or the fact that his roommate was a college girl. But this place was far from a dump.
To the contrary, the building in front of him was in one of the best neighborhoods in Tokyo, and it came with its own bright red carpet and canopied front door. Tekeru was lightly impressed by the professional appearance of the doorman zealously guarding the entrance. The big footman immediately blocked Takeru's path to the building. "Can I help you, sir?" the footman asked politely but forcefully.
Takeru hesitated. He wasn't positive that he even had the right address. Surely a place like this would cost much more than he'd be contributing each month? "Yeah, I just moved in. Name's Takeru Takaishi." Though he was uncertain on the inside, his stern posture and expression gave nothing away. "My room mate's name is." He paused, momentarily forgetting that appellation of his as of yet unseen cohabitor. Finally, with a great amount of effort, he recalled, "Hikari Kamiya."
The doorman's face brightened considerably. "Ah, Miss Kari! Why didn't you say so in the first place?" He pulled a tiny radio from his belt and began speaking swiftly into it. "Seamus, come in Seamus." A second later, a youthful voice replied gruffly, "Yeah? What do you need, Larry?"
Larry grinned at the impatient Takeru. "Miss Kari's new fellow is here. Send somebody out for his luggage, will you?" The second man's voice came back, noticeably colder. "Sure thing. I'll be right there." Takeru dismissed the coldness, deciding that it must have been an effect of the radio. Instead, he said with as much politeness as he was capable of, "That's quite all right. I can manage on my own." Larry clapped Takeru on the back. "We're always happy to help a friend of Miss Kari's."
As a young man with sandy brown hair arrived, a scowl on his face, Larry called, "Let me know if you need anything else." Kari hesitated a second before asking, "Do you know where I can find a good motorcycle mechanic nearby?" Larry shook his head mutely, but Takeru heard the youth mutter under his breath, "It figures. The guy's a biker, too. Just what I needed."
Takeru pretended that he hadn't heard as the young man loaded his suitcases onto a trolley. Seamus led him up the elevator to the fifth story of the building. He handed the trolley to Takeru and unlocked the door. He slammed the key into Takeru's palm with a glare. "Don't go getting any ideas about Miss Kari," he growled.
Takeru blinked, but his stony face didn't give away the surprise he was feeling inside as the boy stalked off angrily. Just what I needed, he thought angrily to himself. My roommate must be a real flirt if she's got that boy strung out on a plate like this. Takeru shrugged dismissively as he stepped into his new home. As long as the boy didn't affect his life in any way, he didn't care.
He slid into through the door, shutting it firmly behind him. His mouth fell open. Takeru didn't often use words like 'beautiful' or 'lovely', but both adjectives sprang immediately to his mind as he gazed at the area around him.
The place was richly decorated in crèmes, gold and crystal. The carpet and comfortable-looking couch were both a delicate, matching ivory. Expensive mahogany furniture was scattered tastefully around the room. Priceless paintings and antique crystal and Ming dynasty vases decorated the tables. Over the mantle of the honest-to-goodness fireplace was a huge painting in a guilt frame.
Takeru eased forward, attention naturally caught by the landscape in front of him. Part of the painting consisted of a golden ocean in which graceful, dolphin-like creatures frolicked. On a gold-tinted beach, a slender brunette girl gazed past the setting sun at an ethereal city situated across a harbor.
Takeru peered closely at both the girl and the city. He felt as though there was some hidden detail in the painting that he was missing and had to see. He didn't know what he was looking for, but he knew beyond a doubt that the detail was vitally important. He took another step forward, and he could have sworn that he heard the sound of the waves beating against the shore. Salt flavored the air around him.
The smells and sounds of the golden sea were torn cruelly from him as a key turned in the lock of the front door. Takeru spun, his heart still beating wildly, as a slight young woman stepped quietly through the door. An equally tiny grey cat followed so closely on her heels that Takeru half-expected the girl to trip over it. Miraculously, the girl managed to slip, unharmed, through the door.
The girl seemed unaware of his presence. The cat, however, saw him standing by the fireplace, and gave a quick, angry meow. The girl glanced up and smiled warmly at Takeru. "Oh, hello," she greeted in a voice as rich as butter. "You must be Takeru. I'm Kari."
She held out a hand and started to come forward, but the cat launched its fangs into her ankle. The girl yelped and shook her leg to dislodge it. "Nico!" she yelled as the cat came free and landed, hissing furiously, several feet away. "What's come over you?" She glared at the cat, which turned and quickly fled from the room. Kari followed it into a bright, airy kitchen. The cat leapt onto the counter and then jumped from an open window. Kari leaned out the window, calling her cat's name as it ran down the fire escape.
Kari sighed and started to pull herself back inside. She grunted slightly as she smacked her head against the top of the windowsill. "Stupid cat," she muttered, rubbing her head with a grimace. "He's not usually like this," she apologized. Takeru shrugged, not caring in the least about the white devil-cat.
The girl ignored his rudeness, offering her hand once more. He just stared at her, and she slowly dropped the proffered limb. "Anyway," she smiled, "Welcome to the household. Your room is down that hallway," she pointed down a long corridor set off from the main living area. "It has its own bathroom, of course. My bedroom is on the other side of yours, so we share a balcony. I'll try to keep my noise down, but sometimes my rowdy friends will drop by without notice. Now that you're living here, I've told them to call first, but there isn't really a guarantee that they'll remember. I apologize in advance for anything they might do. They will, at least, stay out of your room. You are welcome to have anybody over at anytime. If it's possible, you should let me know if you're having large groups beforehand, so I can clear out and give you your privacy."
When he nodded coldly, she continued, "Rent is due every second Tuesday. Unless either of us mention something specific beforehand, anything in the fridge is free game." She smiled up into his cold, blue eyes, and Takeru gazed silently down at her as he looked at her closely for the first time. Her face was pale, but her large brown eyes sparkled as luminously as her mega-watt smile. Silky, brown hair framed her lovely, delicate features. She was very slender and very short. Even in high heels, he doubted that the top of her head would reach his shoulders.
He blinked suddenly, aware that he'd been staring. The girl continued to smile, oblivious of the increased coolness in his expression. "Okay, then," she chirped. "I think that covers everything. I won't be home very often, since I have photo shoots all over the world and my schedule is pretty erratic. I'm a model," she explained. "I fly out at odd hours, but it pays the bills."
He shook his head slightly, grateful that this too-sunny chatterbox wouldn't be home all the time. "May I ask why you wanted a roommate in the first place? You obviously don't need me for financial reasons."
The girl laughed musically. "Oh, I'm loaded," she said casually. "I've been acting since I was five, so I've got tons of money. I just didn't want the apartment sitting empty all the time. I may never see you, but its nice to know that somebody besides Nico and I will be making use of it."
He groaned, thinking that this girl was going to be a nuisance. "The cleaning lady comes every Thursday, but she doesn't like to work with people around. She's usually finished by three, so you'll have to clear out until then. The laundry lady comes on Wednesdays. All you have to do is pile your dirty clothes in a mound on your bedroom floor, and she'll take care of it."
Spoiled brat, thought Takeru. "Will I be expected to pay for these services?" he asked coldly. The girl waved a negligent hand. "Oh, no," she said airily. "Their salaries come out of my royalties. Just be grateful that I won't be responsible for the housework. I'm a pig." He glared at her, but she just laughed. "You know what they say: 'never toss a jellied doughnut under the sand."
She grinned at him, not registering his astonished stare. Was she nuts, or was she just even more air-headed then he'd thought? "Hey, do you need help unpacking?" she asked suddenly. He shook his head violently. He definitely did not want this ditzy princess touching his things. "Okay, I'll see you later, then!"
She grabbed a jacket from the coat hanger and bounced out the door. Takeru shook his head again and started to unpack.
I know they're really OC…
Nice purple button ei?!