Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Something about You ❯ His and her life ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DIGIMON OR ANY OF THE CHARECTERS FROM DIGIMON.

No other tamers besides Rika, Ryo, and Ken are in this story.

Summary: She was just a bet to him in the beginning. But, can a bet become something more…

Ages

Rika: 17

Ryo: 20

Ken: 20

Bridget: 18

There's Something About You

Chapter One: His and Her Life

My name is Ryo Akimaya. I am the next heir to one of Japan's top corporations. I have the perfect life. Cars. Money. Girls. You name it. I have it. Life's good even though all of my friends act fake around me except for my childhood best friend Ken.

“Master Ryo, your friend Ken is on phone for you,” said Ryo's butler Bailey.

“I'll be right there,” Ryo answered. Ryo went into the living room of his new mansion to pick up the phone.

“Hey Ken, What's up?” Ryo said.

“There's this awesome party tonight at Kelly's house. It's gonna be the bomb. You in?” Ken asked.

“Hell ya. I wouldn't wanna miss it. I'll see ya there. Bye” Ryo replied. Ryo changed into his new black, baggy pants and a white, Calvin Klein shirt. He looked in the mirror and gelled his brown hair. He starred one last time at his blue eyes with his trademark smile across his face and then went to the garage. As Ryo grabbed his keys, he wondered which car to take.

“Which ride should I take today, the Porsche, the Lexus, the Mercedes, the Mustang GT, the BMW, or one of the motorcycles?” Ryo thought to himself. He decided to take the black, two-seater Porsche tonight. He stepped on the gas hard and headed out to one of the many parties he goes to.

Across town, a simple girl with natural beauty sat on her bed in the attic reading with her glasses on (The glasses are not thick or ugly. They are fashionable). Then, she overheard her abusive father and stepmother arguing with her stepsister about her.

“Ughh. Why do I have to take her to the party?” Rika heard her stepsister Bridget complaining.

“Your mother and I are going to have company over and we don't want her here,” Rika's father tried convincingly.

“Plus that girl has no friends so she has no where to go,” Her stepmother added.

“Fine, I'll take her but she can't hang around with me,” Bridget said. Just then the attic door opened.

“Get ready, loser. I gotta take you to a party. Be down in five minutes,” Bridget said to Rika.

“Okay.” Rika said with sadness because she knows not to argue with her family. Bridget left. Bridget never stays in the attic long. She's disgusted by the attic and even more, Rika. Rika started to get ready. She wore her hair in a bun, black jeans and a black shirt that said angel on it with her glasses covering her violet eyes filled with sorrows.

“What the fuck is taking you so long?” Bridget screamed. Even though Rika wasn't satisfied with the way she looked, she hurried downstairs.

“I'm here. Let's just go,” Rika said. Rika and Bridget headed out to the party.