Warning: Before I start this story, I must warn you that all characters will be OOC. And also the story is a Takari.

Author's Notes: And so starts my legacy of Takari fics! I have two more coming along slowly, while Redux will be without an update for quite some time, but don't worry, it'll come. All characters are in their SOPHOMORE YEAR of high school (grade 10 right?). This story is in Hikari's POV, and besides, I'm a guy, so help me if I get the emotions wrong.

Summary: Takeru is a player, leaving behind a trail of broken hearts, yet, girls keep throwing themselves at him. But what's going to happen when he falls for a certain Kamiya girl, who has the deepest loathing for him?

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon; so thus, it does not belong to me. Neither does the storyline (Asreh Aileron).

Just a Pretty Face

Prologue

Some people believe in love. The picture perfect kiss, the nicest romantic dinner, the nicest wedding, and all the sugary stuff piled on top. However, I don't. I don't like to believe that there will always be a prince charming, a all-nice guy that will sweep you up in his arms and run trails of kisses all over your body. I've seen too many hearts being broken, too many girls left crying in the stall sin the bathroom on the second floor, a sanctuary to all those hearts broken.

You might ask, why? Why? Why don't I believe in a perfect guy? Because I know, all they want to do is score with you. All they want to do is make-out, get in your pants, and call it over. I personally haven't had anyone do that, but I've known enough friends that have experience to warn me. But, who's the source? Who's the source of all this negative feeling of guys? Who make's me quiver with anger whenever he passes by? Who breaks all the girls heart, just for the hell of it?

Takeru Takashi or how he likes to be called, TK.

We used to be friends, and he was a cute one. He had all that boyish innocence, that cute little grin that made me feel all giggly over. But that was when we were eight. Now fifteen, he resembles more of a Casanova than anything. But there's only one word that can really describe him, he's a player. He flirts, taunts, make's up, makes out with any girl that he wants. They continually throw themselves all over him; grovel at his feet, even though they know they'll be thrown out like trash the very next week.

I don't know why they keep doing it though. Could it be for his dreamy smile? His brilliant cerulean blue eyes? His golden blonde hair? That, roguish, cocky attitude of his? Even the fact that he is the captain of the basketball team? I really don't know. Does it really matter how he looks? All he ever does is score with the girls then leave them, like broken dolls.

He has his friends, though he likes to keep to himself more. They all look really nice to me, but everyone else says they are nothing compared to TK.

There's Daisuke, or Davis. He's a really nice guy, though he can get annoying. Ever since the seventh grade, he's been trying to ask me out, but really, he never gets the hint that I only like him as a friend. He's good at soccer, and some of the girls think he's really cute, even though he's as dumb as a doorknob. He says that when he grows up, he'd like to own a noodle cart, and take his noodles all over Japan. I only laugh at him, saying that he should really think of a good job.

Then there's Ken Ichijouji. He's a real genius, and also enjoys the occasional sport. We're friendly with each other, even though he is close to that Takashi guy. People think he's dark and mysterious, but of course he doesn't compare to TK, like everyone says. Ken is also very good at soccer, and I'm pretty sure his best friend is Davis.

I also have a couple of friends, though they really pay more attention to boys than each other.

There's Miyako, or Yolei, whichever one you like better. She's good with computers and also helps her mom around in the corner store that her family owns. She and I are really good friends, and have been since the seventh grade. She doesn't hate TK as much as I do, and doesn't worship him as a god either, which is good. But rather, I think she really has a crush on Ken, and just maybe I can fix those two together.

A couple of my other friends though, think of TK as a high ruler. I really don't mind though, as long as they mention his butt-ugly name in front of my face. There's Sakura, Kitty, Sara and Melanie.

As for me? Well, if you haven't guessed, I'm Hikari Kamiya, though I really prefer to be called Kari. AS you can probably tell, I really hate TK Takashi. But I never thought in a million years that someday, I might even fall for him. And if someone would tell me that now, I'd laugh in their face.

Author's Notes: Mwahahaha! Short chapter! The shortest I've written since…ever. Only two pages in size nine font. Of course, this is only the prologue, so I'm really hoping for feedback. So, Asreh Aielron, I really hope I've brought this fic about to your liking, so do review and tell me.

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