How's this for FridgeHorror; we know from the Parasimon invasion that the D-Reaper incident wasn't the last battle to be fought in the Tamers-universe, so why should we assume that the Parasimon incident was? And why should we assume they'll all survive?
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Takato Matsuki, Rika Nonaka, Henry Wong, Jeri Katou, Ryo Akiyama, Kazu Shioda, Kenta Kitagawa, Suzie Wong, Ai and Mako [Terada?], Alice Mccoy
Digimon Tamers.
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Mitsuo Yamaki, Riley Ootori, Tally Onodera, Gorou 'Shibumi' Mizuno, Janyu Wong, Rob Mccoy, Aishwarya Rai, Babel, Daisy
Hypnos.
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Never The End.
Shinjuku, the apartment complex that the Wong family reside in
In the living room of their shared apartment, the twenty-year old Rika Nonaka was sitting by the dinner table, working on her college term paper. Takato had left for his shift at the bakery about an hour ago with Guilmon (at least, she thought it was about a hour), and Henry with Terriermon had also left shortly afterwards, as he'd received a call from Hypnos.
So she and Renamon were left alone in the apartment to enjoy a quiet moment in each-other's company. At least, Rika noted, they were, until something occurred; whether it was another of ZeedMilllenniumon's leftover living space-time paradoxes, overconfident groups of Digimon trying to make something of themselves by challenging the Digimon Tamers, or another batch of the eight Digidestined from the show arriving from an alternate timeline of their universe.
The tranquility of the apartment was broken suddenly, when the front door opened, and Henry walked in, sporting a more perturbed, almost frazzled, expression than she would normally associated with him, which alarmed her mildly.
He took a deep sigh. "Rika, we need to talk."
"What is it?" She casually inquired, without diverting her attention from the paper. "Another psychotic, impeccably-mannered alternate-Takato with a Megidramon?"
To her surprise, rather than replying with words, he approached her, cupped her face and kissed her deeply. Rika wasn't entirely certain why he was suddenly so affectionate, but she wasn't exactly complaining.
After a few seconds, he broke the kiss, pulling out a chair and wordlessly joined her by the table.
"You could just've said, 'hi'," Rika smirked. "And I'm sorry, but I really have to finish this. The teacher's lenient enough as it is, and I'm not going to push my luck-"
"Do you love me?" Henry blurted out, eyeing her intently.
"What the hell kind of question is that?!" She angrily responded. "Of course I do!"
"How am I supposed to know that?!" He exclaimed in frustration. "Rika, we've been together for over three years, slept together countless times, and I still can't remember any time you've told me that you loved me beyond the first time you said it!"
Rika was about to open her mouth to retort, when she suddenly realized that, well, Henry was right. Thinking back, she realized that in fact, it had been over two years since she'd told him. She mused that she had unconsciously assumed him to not care about that, though that really had been a mistake.
"I'm sorry, Henry," She said softly, unable to think of any other replies.
"Just... Why?" He whispered wistfully.
Rika sighed deeply. "I honestly thought you didn't care about that."
Hearing this, Henry's expression changed almost instantly from dejected to shocked. "Rika, I know that you aren't the kindest, warmest person in the world, but this is just..."
"I know..." The red-head whispered morosely. "And for the record, I do love you."
"Right..." Henry sighed. "Are you just saying that because you know I want to hear it, or because you mean it?"
"Hey, I can do both," Rika shot back with a smirk, her voice laced with not-entirely-feigned indignation. Henry resisted the urge to shake his head at her (improbably, but possibly unintentional) double-entendre.
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Later that afternoon, Takato and Guilmon returned to the apartment, and were met with a nearly-finished term paper that was due in a couple of days on the dinner table, and in the bedroom, a nude Henry sprawled on the futon, sound asleep, with an equally-nude Rika nestled up to him, her arm draped around him.
He smiled softly. Whatever had happened between them, he knew they'd appreciate him keeping his distance from it.
As he closed the door as quietly as he could to avoid waking them, he almost thought he could hear a faint utterance that sounded like 'love you', though he couldn't hear who had said it, if either of them at all.
Hey, I think I'm getting better at this! It's certainly longer now.
Sorry if the Japanese education system doesn't hand out college term papers, but as a danish person, I wouldn't understand the finer details of that, and I've found nothing to the contrary.