Hi, hi, hi!

This is Lotus-chan back from a groggy day, so don't pick on me, kay? Thanks to all those that don't…

Anyways, last time we see the slut (erm…yah) Trina, and yah, Rika as roommates. And blah…blah…blah…

Well yah, so here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoy! * grumble, grumble *

Thank you, Koushiro'zDark Angel for pointing the name confusion out. HENRY ONLY HAS TRINA. I was deciding on the name for Henry's girlfriend, and I stepped through Vivian and Trina. I just kept on typing in Vivian cause Vivian's a nice name like Trina…and so, you get the idea? Don't take it too seriously!

[Pre]W A R N I N G- personally, I DON'T like lemon or yaoi (this story SHALL BE yaoi-free), but there may be some lemonish scenes in this story due to the fact I want to dramatize it. If you guys feel like you will not be mature enough, DON'T read some of parts that have the word 'warning' written in it. Check my settings in the author description part under the username 'sakura petals'. This story will change in ratings later. Usually, I don't plan chapters; they just jump to my head. So yah…

Disclaimer- yah…so um…blah

Pieces of a Puzzle

Chapter Two- Him

The sun rose high above in the sky, shining through the many windows of the building. Rika was lying in a yellow and green comforter on her bed, gazing hatefully at the peacefully sleeping figure who was sprawled on another bed beside her. Rika got up in her pale yellow pajamas, and stifled a displeasing yawn. Her violet eyes twinkled dangerously as she brushed her hair vigorously. She walked right to where the bathroom was located.

The shower brought intense heat around her body, but it also allowed her to think. Could Henry possibly ever be in this campus? This slutty b*** is driving me crazy through the 12 hours I've been here. She gently massaged shampoo on to her scalp, lathering it over her strawberry hair. The water rained over her, and at the exact minute, footsteps approached the door. An impatient knock interrupted her thoughts.

"You in there? Hurry up? I ain't got that much time, Rika-chan." Trina wailed. Rika heard somewhat of a muffling noise; it sounded as though Trina was tapping her foot.

Don't you dare –chan me! Rika thought dangerously, rubbing some water on her bare shoulders. Scum. But instead she said in a fake chirpy voice, "I'm almost done." She dried herself immediately with a pink towel, and started to dress up. Rika flung open the door after she was done.

"About time," Trina muttered. And she stepped in. Rika flashed a fake smile, and started rummaging through her purse. "Okay," she breathed, "Photography is going to be taken about…" she glanced at the clock, "now." She gasped, and exited the dormitory at top speed.

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Takato groggily muttered, as the light flicked through the shades, "we have class already." He glanced at the clock, which read 10:30 am. His clothes from yesterday were messily placed on the floor as he got up. A smell aroused him. It smelled like fried goods. He quickly dressed up in a pair of dark green jeans, and a plain black t-shirt. He started to walk…but slowly…

Henry was sitting at the kitchen table, cheerily munching on a fried bread, and sipping some orange juice. He grinned at Takato, and showed him the schedule. Takato reluctantly approached it, but still showed some dislike. Henry smiled gleefully. He can finally take a step into his dream job- photography. His mother was a photographer who loved to take photos, and Henry shared his mother's hobby. Henry sighed as he took a picture of all his friends in the picture. Kazu, Kenta, and Takato goofing around, Jeri looking proud and eager, Suzy holding Terriermon as a plush toy, and Rika…Rika looking cold, quiet, calm, and dignified. He snapped the picture the other way down, and went to pick up his bag.

"Where'ya going?" Takato murmured, placing his tea on the glass table.

"To class." Henry said, shrugging on his denim bag. Forget Rika. She's no longer here. And she will never be. This is the present. Never turn yourself back.

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The lecture hall was huge as Rika walked silently among the rows of desks. Nothing in this place was familiar. No one did she recognized. Everything turned out to be bland and plain, except some of the vandalism on the desks. She sighed pathetically; she had wished she ran into Takato, Jeri and at least somebody she knew. She ran through the desks when she spotted a boy approaching her. She nearly yelped. She had no clue of who this chestnut haired, sky blue eyed boy was.

"Hi," he said, giving her a flirtatious smile.

"Er-hi…" Rika looked puzzled, then asked, looking at a good-looking guy with light brown-blonde with daring bangs, and sky blue eyes, "do I know you?" She should know his name; it's somewhere in her memory, but fazed.

"You know me, of course," the boy laughed lightly, "You really don't know, huh? The last times I heard from you were before you left for Osaka?"

"Who? Takato? Kenta?" Rika guessed, faltering. Who else could it be? Those were the only friends from Tokyo she ever had. The ones from Osaka would never come here.

"Well, hot chick, you don't remember, huh?" he paused, looking amused, and glanced to see Rika's frustrated look to be called a hot chick, "Ryo Akiyama."

"Ryo," Rika gasped, "you look great…I have such a vague memory of you." She smiled, then slid into a seat, took out a pen and some paper. Rika's smile caught the heart of Ryo. Never in his life, did he see such a cold-hearted girl smile at him with such warmth. It was impossible. But it did capture his heart. Ryo gasped, I want to just place my body against hers, and kiss her thousands. I want to feel her soft skin against my own…However, he resisted the temptation. Such weak moves will cause his whole status in the University to foil, such as his popularity. But still, her elegant body before his eyes was impossible to ignore. He wanted more. How pathetic of me, he thought. He kicked himself in the shin to stop all possible movements.

"ER…yah…so what do you think of…" Ryo tried to get Rika's attention, but no avail. Rika's mind was averted to a tall guy with blue hair (if any of you watched Fushigi Yuugi, it's kinda like Taka's). Rika thought this must be Henry. The exact sway of his hands, and his gentle relaxed smile stayed the same. Suddenly, the man turned around to face Rika. Their eyes remained in what seemed like eternal lock.

His hazel eyes captured her attention, drawing her to him. It was irresistible, Rika thought, biting her lip. But remember he's a betrayer. He never loved you. Quit this dreamy sequence, she told herself. Forget him; just forget him. Rika lowered her eyes, and tried to focus on the sheet in front of her. The blank sheet stared at her as she tried to concentrate on nothingness. Ryo traced her invisible gaze, and noticed that she was looking at a guy dressed in a dress shirt and dark green pants. He squinted; such familiarity intrigued him. It was Henry Wong.

She's in love with Henry, Ryo thought miserably. Rika must've have spotted his sad face because she snapped, "don't put on such a miserable face? I mean what's with you, Ryo?" Rika said, then returned to rummage in her handbag.

I love you, Ryo wanted to tell her. I never known that for the years we knew each other. I've loved from the first day when you started snapping at me for my exuberance and showiness in the Digital World.

You will be mine, Ryo thought silently. I will make you.

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Henry stared dazedly at the strawberry haired girl who just shuddered after looking at him. Her violet eyes remained with everlasting lust. She was dressed clad in a white, sleeveless blouse, and a beige skirt. Her hair was tied in a loose knot, exposing two gold hoops on her ears. He shook his head, trying to delete the picture and thoughts about the maiden he had just envisioned. She must be Rika. And she never did forgive me.

But who is that beside her? He looked back serenely, yet anxiously, to notice a rather good-looking guy who seems to be using every sort of trick to trap Rika's attention. However, Rika tended to look like she was staring blankly into nothingness. Henry turned around, pausing to think. He came up with the solution of who the guy sitting close to Rika was. Ryo Akiyama.

So Ryo was after Rika too. Getting her back wasn't so easy after all.

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Henry was walking arm in arm with his current girlfriend, Trina Yikono. Trina was happily hugging his arm as they stroded along a path with hanging branches of cherry trees. Trina thought, "These pink petals is full of beauty, just like my relationship with Henry." Trina had loved Henry utterly. His interest in others, his curiosity, his looks and his caring voice caught her heart. Trina whimpered to Henry, "Henry, you'll come with me, right?

Henry shook out of daze from where he was looking strongly at a strawberry-blonde. He stared into those amber eyes. She loves me.

Trina stamped her foot, "you haven't been listening to me, huh?" She demanded.

"Just under a lot of pressure lately," Henry made up an excuse, trying to avoid her gaze. Trina didn't eat this excuse, "If you don't tell me, then I'll stand here until you tell me…" She pouted.

Henry stared at the girl who was walking serenely with Ryo Akiyama; Trina stopped her pouting and traced his gaze. Rika. Rika stole her boyfriend.

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"Ryo! Ryo!" A light-blue haired girl waved at him, with a fake, flashy smile. She was dressed in a pair of short shorts, and a tube top. When she neared them, she threw Rika a dirty look.

Don't worry, Rika thought nonchalantly, I don't like you either.

Ryo grinned at the girl, then at Rika, "Rika, meet Celia. Celia Kwasuka." Rika forced a smile, but Kwasuka just turned her nose in the air, placing her hands on her waist. Rika muttered, "Konnichiwa."

"Konnichiwa yourself!" Kwasuka sniffed. She started to drag off Ryo. "C'mon." She linked her arm with Ryo's possessively. Rika sighed and then started to walk off by herself, clutching her books. She absent-mindedly walked into a couple.

"Watch where you're going," she snapped then shook out of it. "Gomen nasai." She started to pick them up, lowering her eyes. She could sense a man helping her pick up her books.

"Rika." She turned to face them. It was Henry Wong and Trina Yikono.