A/N: Let me set this straight before you get your hopes up. Yes, I've graduated high school, but that doesn't mean I'm a good writer. My personal opinion, I suck, but this idea was floating in my head one night when I couldn't sleep. I just had to jot it down, so I took up a pen and I began scribbling away in a notebook I had nearby. The next day, I wrote more and more. The day after, I typed it. Eventually, this should get on . If it doesn't, oh well. Anyways, this will probably be a one-shot, two chapters max. I don't have the attention span for anything else.
Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon. Plot should be mine...I haven't read anything else like it so I'm hoping no one will sue me for it...
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"Let's play a game," a red haired, teenage girl declared.
"What sort of game?" a blue haired, teenage boy answered out of curiosity.
The two were sitting on a bench in Shinjuku Park. The tamer meeting had ended hours ago, but neither wanted to go home, nor had any reason to be home which led them to their current predicament.
"A game of nerves--or chicken, if you prefer. We'll see who backs down first," the Ice Queen, Rika Nonaka declared without looking at her fellow tamer. Her eyes were focused before her. Rather than looking at the fellow bored teen beside her, she felt his reaction to her suggestion--bewilderment, curiosity, and amusement. "You game?"
"Sure." Before Henry could say more or make the first move, Rika pivoted so she was straddling the computer geek. She slowed her movements, leaning down just far enough so her mouth was against one of his ears. All her weight was distributed to her two hands, placed on either side of his shoulders on the bench's back, and on her knees. "What's wrong, chicken?" she whispered seductively into his ear.
Henry forced himself not to flinch or shiver. 'If she's this playful, I'm in deep waters,' he thought to himself. The boy placed his hands on her hips, pulling her towards him. When she was close enough to his liking, he began kissing a trail from the middle of her collarbone to just underneath her right earlobe.
Some small sounds emitted from the back of Rika's throat. It was an automatic response he was not prepared for, but Henry paid extra attention to those places that caused the teenage girl to moan.
'I'm going to have hickies in the morning,' Rika thought. 'Mom's not going to let me live this down."
"Chicken? Consequences getting to you yet?" Henry asked Rika, who was still straddling him in a public place.
"You wish," she responded in an airy, seductive whisper. Rika began by nibbling on his earlobe. When that failed to erect a response, she left a trail of kisses from his ear, down his jaw line, and almost to his lips. She was taking her time playing with him, and Henry could tell.
Growing weary of their "game," Henry decided to take over. With a little tug of her hips, the two were kissing. 'He's so naive,' the girl thought as she ran her tongue along his bottom lip asking for entrance. Although he hesitated, he let her in.
In the middle of their deep kiss, the computer geek could feel the Digimon Queen smirk into his lips. He was warned of the danger before it occurred, but it did not prepare him for her stunt.
Rika grabbed his crotch. Henry jumped back in surprise, leaving her laughing above him.
"That was just mean," he said disgruntled, but she only shrugged in response.
"You still lose though." An uncharacteristic smile crossed her lips, and with that, Rika Nonaka headed home.
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The next morning, Rika walked into the dining room with her hair already up in its customary spiked pony tail and her school uniform on. She had forgotten one itty-bitty tiny fact...
"Rika!" Her mother cried out in surprise. "Are those hickies I see on my baby girl?" Tears swelled up in her eyes.
'Shit, I forgot about those. Too late to hide them now.'
"My baby's all grown up." A few tears fell down the overly emotional model's face. 'Oh boy,' Rika thought. "Well, who is he? Do I know him? Are you dating?" Rumiko asked excitedly.
"Henry Wong. Yes. No."
All hints of tears vanished. "What?!? He gives you hickies, and you two aren't dating? He's such a nice boy, too. He would make a nice boyfriend. Very polite, to boot. Though, I am a little disappointed those love marks aren't from the famous Ryo Akiyama." Rumiko said wiggling her eyebrows up and down suggestively.
"Mom," Rika whined out of embarrassment. "That's just wrong on so many levels. Henry and I were just playing a game. And pu~lease, never in a million years would I let Ryo--Mr. Conceited Hot Shot--kiss me, much less leave a mark."
Rumiko squealed. 'Did I say something wrong,' Rika pondered, immensely puzzled.
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At the tamers' Saturday meeting, everyone was already there except for Rika. Her school was the last to get out. Schools in Japan held classes six days a week. Monday through Friday were full days; Saturday a half day.
"Sorry, I'm late," the last tamer called out on her way up the stone steps that led to Guilmon's Hideout. Instead of her broken heart t-shirt, she was wearing a blood red, sleeveless turtleneck with simple blue-black jeans to substitute her stylish blue jeans and buckles.
"Hey, Wildcat, why the sudden change? Finally decided you need to dress differently to get my attention? You didn't have to, I'm all yours, Babe," Ryo said smugly, strutting his way towards her.
Rika grimaced in response, shoving him away from her. "No, laundry day." The lie was obvious to her and Henry, but none of the other caught on.
The meeting went on as it normally did. Takato trying to act as a leader, Kazu and Kenta ignoring him in favor of playing a round of Digimon Card Game while fighting for Ryo's attention, and Jeri would try to encourage Takato, but his pride was already be damaged. Ryo would help the two buffoons in alternating turns but would constantly be glancing over his shoulder at Rika. Henry would look after Suzie when she tagged along (she didn't go to all the meetings, and she decided to skip out on this one) or talk to who ever was not preoccupied--usually Rika, Takato, or Jeri. The Ice Queen would stay off to the side, watching the show or talking to anyone but Ryo--usually Henry or Jeri.
Ryo was the first to get up to leave since he needed to catch a train to get back home. When he walked pass Rika, he noticed something strange, 'A dark mark under her earlobe?' Curiosity got the best of him; he pulled down her collar revealing a trail of hickies from her right earlobe to the bottom center of her neck--the seam of her shirt prevented anyone from seeing just how far the trail went. "What the-?"
"Oh my gawd!" Jeri exclaimed.
"Holy cows!" Takato whispered, completely unaware of what he was actually saying.
"Rika's getting action before me?" Kazu cried out incredulously.
"I
think I'm going to be sick," Kenta said in response to Kazu's
comment.
"Oh dear," Henry
muttered, shaking his head slightly.
"May I ask who got to you before me?" Ryo asked in a sad, somewhat betrayed voice.
"Henry," She answered without even thinking. She had been asked the question all day; the girls at school tried to figure out what "Henry" was to the cold hearted Ice Queen, but to no avail. It didn't bother her who knew anymore--after her mother's morning hysteria.
Henry slapped his forehead. "She just had to say it," he muttered. The other tamers were looking at him now, silently asking for an explanation.
"It was a game we were playing yesterday-"
"Fuck each other till one drops?" Kazu asked in a half serious, half joking question.
Rika grimaced, Takato slapped his friend on the back of his head, and Henry continued, "Chicken. See who backs down first. Whoever makes the other uncomfortable first wins."
"Who won?" Jeri asked, curiosity had gotten the best of her, as it often did. Rika only snickered.
"Dude, you lost to a girl!" Kazu exclaimed.
Henry glared at him, "And how many times have you lost to not only Rika, but Jeri too at Digimon, test scores and even sports?" "Visor-head," as Rika preferred to call him, turned crimson as the others laughed at him.
"Rika, how is it you won?" Jeri asked the girl sitting beside her. The red head leaned over to whisper her previous actions into the naive girl's ears. The puppet loving brunette blushed.
Although the boys were curious, especially Ryo, they didn't ask. Henry wanted to make sure she didn't say something worse than what she had actually done. Though, what she had done still mortified him.
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When Henry went home, he locked himself in his room to bash his head in private. He picked up his pillow and slapped it against his face several times. Relieved of his anxiety, he fell onto his bed. His eyes were focused on the ceiling as his thoughts wondered.
'I am naive--so very, very naive. Why was I even playing that game in the first place?'
'Momentai, Henry, you were bored,' A voice remarkably similar to Terriermon's responded.
He sighed, 'I never should have played whether or not I was bored. Ryo looked like he wanted to kill me.'
Ryo had glared at Henry as he left. If he stayed too long, he would miss his train; therefore, he left the tamers unsatisfied.
Rika had a smirk on her face, leaning against a tree with her arms crossed, but Ryo didn't notice, he was too busy glaring at the Chinese-Japanese boy.
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Since it was a Saturday night, Jeri and Rika were having a sleepover at Jeri's house. It had become a tradition between the two since the digimon had left. Every other Saturday, they had a sleepover, always switching between their two houses. The two were opposites, but they had learned to set aside their differences and get along remarkably well.
At the moment, Rika was describing the events of her game with Henry. Jeri listened without interrupting, but not without amazement.
"Would you have done the same if it were Kazu, Kenta, Takato, or Ryo?" the brunette asked.
The red head grimaced, "You don't have to worry, Jeri, Takato is all yours, and EVERYONE knows it. The way you two ogle each other is disgusting." Jeri blushed. "Kazu and Kenta don't have the mental capacity to play such a mind stimulating game, with me especially. I would tear them to shreds before they saw anything coming, not to mention, they would probably piss their pants the minute I acted 'playful' around them. Or, you know, I could flash them and watch them faint." Rika answered in a monotone voice, even though her words were playful. She thought her response were obvious, and based on Jeri's look of comprehension, it was.
"And Ryo?"
"Would probably try to get into my pants before the game even started. He's years older, but his hormones haven't died down at all!"
Jeri laughed at Rika's frustrated expression. "So Henry's the only one you would touch? I do believe you have feelings for one rabbit-dog partner."
"Of course," Rika answered quickly and confidently. "Suzie is so adorable, how can anyone refuse her?"
"Rika!" Obviously, Suzie was not the tamer Jeri was thinking of. She burst out laughing once more. "You're always like this when I try to talk about boys. It's just the two of us, what are you so embarrassed about?"
The red haired girl looked away from her friend, probably the closest to a best friend after Renamon, of course. "I don't want to get hurt." She answered solemnly.
Jeri sobered, all hints of earlier laughter vanished. "Rika, what happened?"
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A/N: Stopping for now. Hopefully will post another chapter within the coming week, but I'm fickle, and I know it so don't expect anything. I wonder if people still read Henry x Rika fics. I know it do but it's out of boredom...it's been seven years, surely only the hardcore fans will read this...
