Disclaimer: I do not own digimon in any way, shape, or form, so please don't sue me. Thankees! This is my very first Tamers fic, so I'm not sure if it's any good. If it's good, yay! If it's not, erm... This story might turn out to be a Rukato, but I'm not sure...
Italics: thinking
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Prologue
I love it when it snows. The icy wind bit at Rika's cheeks and whipped her trench coat around her legs. All those stupid people are inside, instead of spreading happiness... Rika shuddered at the word.
The wind blew snow down the streets of Tokyo, moaning between the apartment buildings. Everywhere, there were bright lights and tree, clebratng the arrival of the Christmas season.
But these symbols of peace and joy stirred no emotion within Rika's soul. They, and the people who put them up, were just validating Rika's contempt fro human nature itself. Fools...