A/N: First Digimon fic. This story might start out confusing because I'm doing a present- flashback- present thing. But Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. But I do own what you don't recognize.

Chapter One: It Started Out As Just Us

The rain poured down outside, pelting at the glass windows of the school. A girl around the age of 15 stared intently, concentrating on the world outside instead of the person next to her.

"Rika." He whispered into her ear and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Not here, Takeru. You remember what we agreed on." Her lavender eyes gazed into his for a brief moment before looking out the window again.

"We agreed on a lot of things. But this is one we can take a chance on breaking." He smiled slightly at her. She faced him and gave a small smile of her own as she felt him tighten his hold on her.

"Now, Takeru, what would people say? The popular hotshot basketballer is hanging with the rebel gangbanger-wannabe girl? I don't want people to talk about us. It would only make our lives harder to deal with." She sighed.

"Fine then. Same time, same place." He turned to walk to his locker but suddenly turned back and captured her lips with his in a sweet kiss. "Happy anniversary, Rika."

With that, he walked away, leaving a stunned Rika brushing her fingers along her lips.

…

"Did you see that, Henry?" Kari Kamiya sighed and she looked down at the floor.

"See what?" The cobalt blue-haired teenager looked over his shoulder. But all he could see was Rika Nonaka, the daughter of a famous model, his ex-best friend.

"T-T.K. kissed her." She tried to swallow her sobs before they came out, but a pair of strong arms wrapped around her small frame, causing her to stop.

"Don't worry about that. I'm sure that girl has nothing on you." He smiled down at Kari. "Ready to go? If we hurry, we can grab a table before other people get there."

She picked up her backpack that was leaning against her locker and swung it on her shoulders. Kari opened her locker once more and sighed again.

"What's wrong?"

"No umbrella."

"That's okay. I have two." Henry smiled again. "I must've taken Suzie's by mistake." He held the pink umbrella out to her. She took it gratefully and grabbed his hand.

"Let's go."

…

"Whew! That was close!" Henry and Kari ran all the way down to the café on Umetado Street. It was the new popular place for all the teens in the Odaiba area. There was a computer lab set up along one of the walls that had fast internet connection. Another wall was filled with books and there were tables scattered throughout the place. The counter was near the back corner and the kitchen was in the backroom.

"You go grab a table and I'll get the drinks." Kari said and handed him her backpack. Henry was about to protest but she gave him a look.

"It's not that heavy and don't worry about it. My treat. I grabbed some money from Tai's wallet this morning." She smiled.

"When did you become a thief?" Henry grinned.

"A thief? Me? Come on, Henry, you know me better than that. Besides, what's a few yen from a brother who's in your debt? I was simply collecting." Kari smiled again and slinked towards the counter.

Henry snagged a table that was surprisingly not taken. Even though the two raced out early, the pouring rain held them back. The table was near the window that overlooked Himajuto Park, which was across the street. He dumped Kari's backpack at the seat across from him and opened up his own. Taking out his math homework, he flipped through his notebook, trying to find the notes he had taken earlier that day.

"Welcome to Hoshi's. What would you like to order?" A tall brown-haired, eighteen year old girl smiled at Kari. Her nametag read 'Misako'.

Kari returned the look with one of her own. "Hello, Misako. I'd like one tall green tea milkshake and one tall watermelon juice, please." Misako rang up the prices and answered, "That'll be 594 yen." Kari handed the money over and it was put into the cash register. "It'll be a few minutes."

Kari nodded and looked over people's heads until she could find Henry. She scanned about half the room before a flash of blonde came into her view. She whipped her head to her right and saw him.

"Oh, Kari. Uhh…hi." T.K. mumbled out. Then, he turned towards Misako, who had returned with Kari's drinks. "Misa! I didn't know you worked here!" Takeru exclaimed.

She playfully socked him. "Today's the first day. How's Matt?"

"You ask about Matt but you don't ask about me?" T.K. gasped dramatically.

"Don't be so weird. Hold on. Let me hand over these drinks and I'll get on my break. Move, Takeru, you're in her way. She's a paying customer." She winked at Kari as he stepped aside. Only Rika and family called him that.

"Here you go, enjoy!" With that, Kari smiled once more and whisked away with the drinks towards Henry's table.

…

"Now, what do you want, kid?" Misako, who was nicknamed Misa, asked as she sat down in a chair across from T.K.

"Can't I just ask how my favorite cousin is-"

"Cut the crap. I thought Zen and Kanaye were your favorites." Misa mentioned her two brothers, one older and one younger. "Never mind. Just tell me already."

"Okay, there's this girl. And I want to get something for her."

"Does little Takeru have a girlfriend?" She joked lightly.

He scowled and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, it is our anniversary…"

"Your anniversary?" Misa's eyes were as wide as an owl's.

"Misa, are you hyperventilating?"

"Takeru Takaishi! How long has this been going on?"

"Only a few months."

"A few months?"

"Six."

"But…but…but that's half a year! You're too young to have a girlfriend. What happened to the good old days when you were arranged?"

"You mean like you are? We're in the new millennium, Misa. Lots of things have changed. Anyways, what should I-"

"Hey! You know, Grandmére and Grandpére were the ones who set me up with Robbie. It doesn't matter what century; it's been tradition in our family! I wouldn't be surprised if you- never mind." She shook her head and continued. "Anyways, what's the story?"

"What?"

"The story! How'd it start?"

"No! You said that you wouldn't be surprised if I…what?"

"Forget about it! Never mind I said that. Just tell me how you and this girl got together."

"Fine, don't tell me then. I'll find out. Well, remember last year…"

…

Kari set the two drinks on the table and plunked herself down on the bench next to her backpack. She took a sip of her watermelon juice and gazed at Henry.

Henry. His unusual dark midnight blue hair complimented his steel silver-grey eyes. Those soulful, mystifying eyes held as much emotion as T.K.'s blue ones. They were like a storm in the sky at the beach. Sometimes, it was cloudy or crystal clear. It looked strange, seeing as he was ½ Japanese and ½ Chinese. Due to his martial arts training since his childhood, he had a tough, lithe build. It wasn't bulging visible, but it was there. He still went to his Sensei to keep up his training to prove himself that he was still worthy of earning his black belt. But he'd never harm anyone.

He was there for her when T.K. wasn't. Normally, he would've gone to West Shinjuku High School in his district, but he was routed to Odaiba High School instead, which was the next closest high school. He was not like the other guys in their grade. Henry was the strong, silent type but his wisdom was of an old man's. His mysterious and charming demeanor puzzled Kari at times but it was one of the things she liked most about him. Currently, he was having mental battle with the numbers on his paper.

He caught her looking at him and breathed in. "I almost forgot how much I hated word problems." He took his drink and slurped some. "Thanks for the drink. What?"

"No problem. And, well, Henry, how do you feel…about me?"

"I think that you're a great person. You're kind, smart, beautiful, not to mention, a great dancer and you're you, nobody else. Being you is one of the best things a person can receive from someone. Why?"

"Just wondering." She went back to her drink as Henry tried to finish his math problem.

A few minutes later, Henry shuffled his papers together, stuck them in his math book and stuffed it all away in his backpack.

"So…" He started.

"Henry, can I kiss you?" Kari asked abruptly.

"W-what?"

Kari sighed. "Can I kiss you?"

"If I said yes, this wouldn't be your first kiss, is it?"

"What difference would it make?"

He said seriously, "Kari, a first kiss should be shared with a special person."

"Whether this is my first kiss or not, you are special." Kari leaned over and pressed her lips on Henry's. He seemed shock for a second before kissing back. It was a sweet kiss. It wasn't lust-filled or rushed. Oddly enough, she felt eyes on them.

They pulled away from each other. "Where do we stand now, Kari?"

"Where do you think we stand?"

He leaned back and shifted in his chair. "I don't want to say the wrong thing."

"I think we're just…friends. Maybe, in time, it'll turn into something more."

"Exactly what I was thinking…uh…that wasn't your first kiss, was it?"

"No. Was it yours?"

"No." Henry heard laughter in the opposite corner of the café. He glanced over and sighed heavily. "Kari, does this have to do with T.K.?" She looked at him and nodded. She couldn't lie to him. Not many people could. "You know, you don't need to kiss me just to show him up. Like I said earlier, you don't need to prove yourself. You are you. And if he can't see that, then, well, he'll come around. And it'll hit him when he least expects it."

Kari's eyes lit up. "You really think so, Henry?"

He placed his hand over hers and glanced outside at the park. There, he saw a redheaded girl with a black jacket, the hood covering her porcelain face, sitting on a bench. Rika.

"I know so."

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