Hello people, my name in Rai!
This is my first fanfic! Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or any of the characters. :)
"Hey Ruki, wait up!" cried a dark blonde haired boy, a mere age of sixteen. The person to whom he was shouting stopped up ahead. She turned to face him and vocalized her discontent.
"Pssh, I'm not waiting long, Goggles, hustle up," Ruki said with playful smirk. The young boy was now panting at her side. They went to the park every Saturday to meet up with the other Tamers.
"It's not my fault you're unnaturally fast,"
"It's not my fault that you're remarkably slow,"
Takato learned to accept the fact that Ruki always wins, but he really didn't mind anyway. Part of if was that she deserved to win, and the other part was that he was hopelessly in love with the headstrong redhead. Everyone but himself was unaware of this.
Now, keep in mind this is a fairly new sentiment for the goggle- headed boy. He and Ruki had been best friends for only a year or two, now. It took them a while after the D-Reaper ordeal to lessen the distance between them. Ruki always seemed distant. Always blocked off and set to the side, whereas Takato was always in the spotlight, the social butterfly. He knew there was something obscure about his friend; he knew she was hiding something.
For example, once maybe twice a week, she would disappear without a trace. Whenever he would show up at her house, her mother or grandmother would tell him that she's probably taking a walk. Ruki wouldn't answer her cell phone, nor would she ever give him any indication that she left at all. As if this wasn't strange enough, she would give him indirect and unsatisfying answers when he questioned her the next day, saying, "Oh, I was just out and about," or "I just like to be by myself sometimes," These satisfied the young boy for a while, but now her excuses were redundant and non- believable.
"Hey, Goggles! Wake up!" a sharp voice snapped Takato out of his stupor, "I said, we're almost to the park," Takato grunted in reply. Ruki never changed, either. He laughed to himself. She was incredibly competitive, had a sharp tongue, and was never afraid of anything. He admired her for that, her boldness.
There was something else that bothered him about Ruki. She never let him, or anyone else for that matter, to touch her. Whenever he tried to tap her on the shoulder, or give a friendly hug, she would jerk away from his touch as if he burned her. Takato never questioned about this, but he thought it had something to do with her father. All he knew was that he left the family when Ruki was younger.
Between her strange disappearances and fear of physical contact, Takato was sure something wasn't right with the girl. However, he'd never choke up the guts to confront her about it.
"You're awfully quiet today," Ruki stated, as they unconsciencly walked to the unofficial meeting place of the Tamers, Guilmon's old shed.
"Hehe. I forgot that I'm usually the chatterbox," he replied, realizing how quiet the short trip must've been.
"Something's on your mind," she said simply. Takato knew she wouldn't press the issue, she would be there if he wanted to talk about it, but she wouldn't force him. Takato just sighed. She might get angry if he voiced his thoughts. Ruki had been occupying his mind for a long time, even before he'd fallen for her; she was a puzzle that constantly reset itself every time he got close to solving it. Frustrating.
Behind Ruki's tough exterior, she had a caring side, even though it was deeply hidden. She'd only show it to him once in a blue moon, whenever he needed a shoulder to cry on (but not literally, no touching), she 'd be there. But not to pity him, which he appreciated, simply to help him stand up again. He felt it was an uneven friendship because she never let anything out into the open, but both of them knew they would always be there for one another. It was an unspoken agreement of sorts.
Now at Guilmon's shed, Ruki and Takato found all of their friend's engaged in a plethora of activities. Juri was observing some daffodils in the garden just outside. Jen was scolding Shiuchon for something, Kenta and Hirokazu were playing cards, and Ryo was texting on his cell phone. This is what they'd do, come and hangout in the park together. It was sort a tradition. Ruki and Takato merged with their friends and let the time roll by.
"Ha! Did you see Kenta get that jellybean stuck in his nose," Takato chuckled on their way home, "Priceless." Ruki just smirked.
"Served him right for throwing them at Juri,"
They relived the whole two and a half hours of "strict Tamer business" when they arrived at Takato's family bakery.
"Night, Goggles," Ruki waved goodbye, avoiding a hug of any kind, and walked off.
"Night, Ruki," he replied with an innocent smile. I'm gonna follow her tonight. I just know she's gonna try and disappear. Time to find out what you're hiding my friend…
Hope you like it so far! :)