Disclaimer:All original Digimoncharacters obviously belong to the 'almightyowner'. Any 'made up' or 'fan' characters I take full responsibility and credit for.

Fiction Rating: PG13 Language/Sexual Content/Violence

From the Author: I'll reply to reviews when I can, and although I might not type out my replies, I'm thankful for them nonetheless, and you will be heard if you review or comment. This is a fiction that I'll be typing as I go along. 'Winging It', although I have a few ideas already of what I'd want to do with this. I don't know how long this ficcy will end up to be, but it'll probably get up in the double digits. At least 15, I won't stand for any less. But where it ends...it ends. And as for tehe setting of this story...I'm doing high-school and stuff, as well as using my selective styles. If it sounds like they're more in America then Japan, forgive me, since I've never been to Japan before.

Reviews ARE Important: If I have no readers, then what's the point of continuing? I won't set a limit, but I'd like five or ten reviews on the first chapter. xD That's not asking much, seeming as how there are like a gazillion people on the site daily. ;) And I know at least a chunk of them like Digimon. Or at least...I do!

Chapter I

Time Goes On...

Takato Matsuki dragged his feet lazily, the bottoms of his black and white tennis shoes squeaking as the wet rubber bottoms made unpleasant friction against the school floor. High school, ah how pleasant. It was nearing 7:30 a.m by that point, and half of the students looked to be undead zombies. However, there were some who were more enthusiastic. Take Henry Wong for example. But then again, what fancied popular male didn't like to be in the conjoined company of his closest friends? "Oh come on Takato, don't tell me you stayed up late, again..." Henry said with a sigh, running his fingers through his ruffled bangs. Henry's navy tinted hair was one of the attractive features of him. Pulled back in a low ponytail, it was continued as a braid until midway down his back. The bangs shielded most of near-matching eyes, adding to the constant mysteriousness of his character. 'Armed' with a white tank top, as well as the plain blue jeans who clung loosely to his slender waist, he appeared to be the average teen.

Takato seemed to be as well, except he preferred a slightly 'darker' style. Baggy pants, tinted black with a white 'x' on each back pocket, he also wore a black t-shirt that in white print said 'Go away'. A few years ago it was the other way around...Henry being more secretive and Takato being slightly more enthusiastic. But ever since the digimon left, Takato's emotions and hopes seemed to fall apart, or at least cause some 'minor' depression. Brown hair a ruffled mess, his copper eyes glanced lazily up at Henry, who unlike Takato, stood up as straight as possible, while Takato had a more of a lazily slumped over stance at the moment. Of course, Takato had equally appealing features to him. Although Takato didn't have the slight muscle that Henry did due to being on the soccer team, he kept a slim and desirable figure.

At this point you should be asking yourself 'Where is the lovely Rika Nonaka'? Well, like the two others, she changed quite a bit after the digimon left. Now she was slightly more positive, although didn't have a smile on most of the time and still kept her secretive, quiet, 'I don't care at all' first impression. Honestly, she hadn't even talked to the guys all that much after the digimon incident. They kept in touch for the first few months, but after that she just seemed to slip away from the crowd, although for soon-to-be obvious reasons, things would change.

"I don't have to have stayed up late to be half-asleep at 7 in the morning," Takato mumbled, shortly after giving a yawn. "Well, I guess...but anyways...do you think that the gift you got for Rika, is actually a good idea?" Takato pulled his figure up, stretching and finally standing like a normal person would rather then a slumped over zombie. "Of course it is, you know how much she misses-" Takato paused, deciding to silence himself. Henry nodded, "We all miss them...But do you really think that bringing all these memories back would be the best thing for Rika? I mean, look at you, Takato. You're not the same person ever since..." "Guilmon left," Takato finished off, now a small frown forming in his soft lips. Eyes screamed of temporary sadness, as well as his semi-lost expression. "So did Terriermon, Takato. We all miss them, and I'm sure Rika misses Renamon all the same..."

"You have your present?" Takato asked, Henry nodded. "I'm just gonna be a 'normal friend' and get her a card and...well, a puppy." Takato gawked, "A PUPPY!" "Yeah, I already talked to her mom about it, and it turns out that we both think that a puppy would offer at least some companionship...although it wouldn't be near the possible friend Renamon was." Takato smirked, "Why didn't I think of that?" "Because you were too busy fulfilling your own ideas," Henry answered with 'as a matter of fact' tone. Of course, Takato has been saving this specific gift for a while, although it took a lot of preparation...

He remembered the day perfectly. It was only a few weeks after the digimon left, and Takato was looking around the area where they all used to hang out. That hole that guilmon dug in the wall, he remembered the small twinkle of something in it. (I'm sure you all remember this from the last episode of season 3.) And there it was, the only thing that he could ever physically have to remember all of their adventures. And soon, he was going to give it to Rika, nicely packaged and with a hug. Rika must've been a pretty good friend for Takato to even consider giving up his cherished prize. But Rika seemed the one who changed most of them all. She doesn't even leave the house unless she has to anymore...

------------

Yay for cliffhangers:D