Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Digimon. This is just a prologue, so you know where we're at so far. It's in the form of a journal, or blog entry. Something like that. Anyways, I really liked the first paragraph, even though I wanted to write a third-person story and by using the term "us" I recognized it was first person. So it's a prologue. The Ryuki pairing will be added soon enough. I just have to, um, get the group together again.

After the D-Reaper, the Digimon company sales dropped fourty-five percent. This was the equivilant of about fifteen-to-twenty million dollars--the proceeds of several seasons of Digimon, movies, toys, video games and the card game, cut almost in half. So it was pretty typical that they wanted us.

When we went to fight the D-Reaper, we had no idea that we would be spending the next three months running from the press, who really wanted an interview with us "heroes." Takato never thinks like that, and Akiyama never thinks, period. Only me and Lee had an idea of what we were getting into. But we knew we had to go it--for the good of everybody.

After, Hirokazu was quick to sign on with Digimon. He wanted to be a hero; he wanted to be famous. Kenta's showing a bit more restraint, and isn't fully acknowledging being a Tamer yet. The media doesn't really know them--Kazu only got signed on because we acknowledged him as one of us. Nobody really saw him. They did see Juri, but they still think she's just a victim, and nobody's about to try to correct that assumption. Juri was a victim--but they don't need to know she was a Tamer, too. It took a lot of yelling, but I managed to get that into Kazu's head.

I keep waiting for Akiyama to sign on with Digimon, but he hasn't yet. He hasn't even told them where he was the ten months before D-Reaper. I think he likes all the speculation. Personally, I could do without it. Last week Takato had tried going for a walk to the park, and was chased by photographers all the way to my house. Now people are so sure that I'm Takato's girlfriend. Denying it won't do much good, but it's really getting annoying.

Mom was afraid that I'd have to switch schools after the whole drama, but it's really not that bad. Aside from everyone trying to copy my hair style, and pretending to be my friend for the benefit of the media, they treat me pretty much the same--by running away every time I growl at them.

We're so busy now that I don't have much time to think about Renamon. I really miss her. I miss all of the Digimon, even Impmon--what would he be doing now, if he was in our world again? It's hard to think about. I know he wasn't always a bad guy--toward the end, he was even trying to be good. But the press don't know him very well, not much more than they know Juri. And it's better that way.

We could all use some time to recover, but I know it'll be impossible to find it--not until the media finds a new story to go after. And we all know how long it will be until something like that happens: too long. The only one who has some sembelance of a normal life is Lee--he can actually go outside alone, and everyone knows he can take care of himself. Though his dad has to know where he is at all times, or he'll drive us mad.

I've never really had a normal life, but it's never been this bad. Maybe one day I'll find one. Until then,

Rika.