I don't own digimon.

Character/'s: Rika Nonaka

Universe/'s: Tamers; After Runaway Locomon

Series/'s: None

Notes: Can you find the connection?

Chapter 3

Light

Rika looked down at the ground. Just another day in paradise for her, one in which that came with a cost. She had lost of track of many things over the years, funerals being one of those things. No matter how many times she had been, it still felt like the first. Just when she thought things would be alright, fate would flip the coin on its head. She sighed, making her way back home. Not that it was supposed to matter to her according to Ryo. She had served her job and that was all that mattered in that moment. Nothing else could get in the way of their mission. She made her way across the street, watching some children play with their dolls on the sidewalk. To them, it was life as usual, living blissfully unaware of their coming faith. Maybe, they would be the people she would have to work with next.

That was the weirdest thing about all of this. No two adventures were ever the same. Always, there was one small difference to be found. Whether it be a piece of advertising with a slight difference from the last one or just some new digimon they had to face down. And yet, she never liked that part of it. With each rebirth, it became harder to care about the world around her. All the care she did have left, was focused on one thing only. At first glance, the object in question didn't seem that special. It was just a small photograph of a blonde hair boy wearing a fisherman's cap. And yet, it was all she had left. She pulled the photo out for a brief second after getting to the other side, cracking a smile for a brief second before continuing on. Eventually, she would see him again. And when that day happened, she would cut her ties from. Until then, her home had just came into view. She would have only a few minutes to gather her stuff and return to Ryo. Then, it would start once again. This time, she had packed ahead, but had forgot something in the process. The tamer debated in her mind whether or not she had done it purposely. Maybe she had, in order to get one last look at her home. Not that she cared for the people she called her "parents". They were just absentee kind, never really caring until the end, when it was too late. Had Renamon been there, she would have struck up a little conversation, maybe talk about the good old days. But, like all digimon, the fox anthro had drifted away to the digital world. One of these days, the two would probably meet again, possibly in different forms.

She took a deep breath, pushing the gates open and making her way to her room. Inside, the tamer had kept it pretty clean, other than two Gatomon plushies. One was the traditional white gatomon with a tail ring, the other was jet black with no tail ring. Both had slight burns and were covered in dirt, yet looked undamaged. After grabbing both plushies, Rika stuffed them into her bag and headed out. She had Outside, Ryo was waiting her.

"Ready to go, princess?" The boy inquired and Rika sighed. She gave a slight nod and carefully stuffed her D-Arc into her bag. It was one of the few souvenirs

"Yes, Ryo." She whispered, a bright light engulfing her and the time traveler. A few seconds later, the two were gone...