Butterfly

By Dark-Eroticism

Disclaimer: I do not own or claim Digimon in anyway, I don not make any money off this story.

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A girl wandered past her childhood, business the only idea in her mind. Something plagued her town, ruined her mood and it was her job to fix it. Glancing sideways the girl looked back at her friend for eight years now. Her best friend, in the form of a kistune monster, a digital entity; but a living creature none-the-less.

"Make me proud," the wind carried away her words as her friend lunged at an opponent who had threatened their town. She wouldn't let it forget where it was, and who it was messing with. Before long the giant threat had fallen, and the town fell silent once more. The girl began to walk away, soon joined by her friend.

"Renamon, take a break. You did good," her words seemed cold despite her genuine care for the digimon. And before she could let out a small smile, the data was gone, wandering on it's own. Rika let out a sigh, glancing up at the sky. Six years since their defeat of the D-Reaper, and two since the digital world and earth had collided again. She wondered where the others were. Takato hadn't really kept in contact with her, too busy with Jeri. Rika was happy for them, she really was. She just found it so odd. It had seemed like days to her, the time passing fast, though everyone seemed to gain a second partner; everyone except her. Jeri and Takato now both 18 were always off traveling. They should be in the Americas right now she thought, almost jealously. Henry and his new girl only recently met, but they hit it off pretty quick. The thought almost disgusted her, seeing as she never thought of Henry as an actual 'date-able' person. Laughing to herself, shaking her head her thoughts turned to Renamon. Rika even noticed that her friend had been spending alot of time with a certain digimon.

Stepping up to her apartment door, Rika walked in, tapping her shoes before taking them off, storing them neatly in a cubby by the door. Renamon would spend the rest of her friday night with Impmon, leaving Rika alone. The girl looked around her house for something to eat, not finding anything. Luckily her mother rented her out an apartment downtown, so she could consentrate on her studies better. Rika was just glad to be somewhere new for once. She was used to being stuck in her old house. Plopping down on her couch with the remote Rika let out a sigh, why did she dispise spending friday nights among normal teenagers? The redhead shook her head slightly, turning on the tv, staring at it blankly.

"Stupid tv."

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"I can't believe you talked me into this! Aren't you supposed to be in America with Takato?" Rika growled a sentence to Jeri as she dragged the readhead up to a door.

"Takato's parents needed his help so we postponed the trip! Aren't you glad?"

"Thrilled," even Rika's monotoned sarcasm did not scare away Jeri's good mood as she dragged the other teen into a nightclub.

"You'll love it! It's so much fun, and you need a girls night out!"

"Are we going to paint our nails and talk about boys on magazine covers in our pajama's later?" Jeri just laughed, setting the redhead down in a booth.

"Stay here, I'll get some drinks!" Without time to protest the blissful girl was gone and Rika was left alone at the table. She frowned resting her chin in her hand, watching the people on the dancefloor, grinding their sweaty bodies into eachother, smiling, getting high off of eachother's bliss. Rika grimaced, looking away. It was disgusting.

The outfits in the club were outragous, Jeri did have bad taste in hangouts. There were shimmery outfits and feathery outfits, each saying something different, though all leading to one conclusion: 'I wanna be noticed'. Rika looked down at her own clothes, she had casually put on a flowy skirt that came to the middle of her thighs, with black knee-length tights underneith of course. True, her mother had gotten her to wear skirts more, but she would never wear one without tights or shorts under them. She had carelessly flung a jacket over a tanktop that cut off halfway down her stomach. The redhead sighed, running a hand through her hair; she probably looked like a whore.

Minutes seemed like hours and before long, fifteen minutes had passed and Rika glanced at the bar curiously wondering what was taking Jeri so long. Little did she know this was only the beginning of Jeri's little plan to bring a little 'happiness' into the feisty redhead's life.

And It all started with one sentence. One little greeting,

"Hey there Wildcat."

Well thats it for chapter one. Hope you enjoyed it! Leave some comments, I intend to continue with later RyoxRika moments, and much more romance. xD

And don't worry, there WILL be a plot-line, eventually.

-DARK 3