A/N: For all you people who have minds that have gone down the gutter and the only reason you're reading this fic is to hopefully see something rated NC-17 in it... I'll have to tell you ahead of time: No matter how this chapter SOUNDS... it will NEVER be (however you put Henry and Takato's names together)... now a Rukato.. might be something I'd write... Maybe even hook up Kazu and Kenta if I was REALLY bored...Ryo and Rika have a better chance then any of those, but anyways Leeki is what I write... so this fic is STAYING this way!

"Takato! Phone!"
Takato ran through the hall and down the stairs of the bakery his parents owned and grabbed the phone from his mother, then when the person on the other end started to talk, Takato was half tempted to just hang it up before he got into any more trouble.
"H-hi Henry..."
"Rika and R-Renamon, huh?"
"Yes, yes I did sorta--"
"Well look I didn't mean to--"
"I know I promised you I'd--"
"My goodness will you just let me finish one sentance?!" Takato shrieked, flailing his arm like Henry could see him. Silence followed and Takato sighed. "Thank you."
"Look, Henry, she needs to know, Renamon was like, her life. You couldn't hide it forever." Takato twisted the phone cord nervously around his hand, hoping Henry would understand.

Henry narrowed his eyes and glanced over at the small balcony outside his window where Rika and Renamon stood, obviously talking about the past by the red eyes Rika had from crying.
"I know I couldn't have, but she's JUST remembering me, she really didn't need that to make her life even more complicated." Henry groaned, laying back on his bed and putting his hand over his eyes in a stressed motion.

Takato balanced the phone on his shoulder and placed some fresh bread on the glass counter for his father.
"Tell me this then, look at her right now if you can, does she look like her life is complicated?"
Silence followed and Takato smirked. "That's what I thought." he said in a voice no-one would have expected out of Takato Matsuki.
"I'll say it again, Renamon was her life..."

"Yeah well so was I..." Henry choked out, almost in a whisper.

A click, then a tone followed, and Takato lowered the phone from his ear and stared at it. Henry didn't normally hang up on people unless it was a telemarketer, or someone of that sort.
With an agitated sigh, Takato slammed the phone on the wall unit and marched back up the stairs to his room, yanking open his bedroom door furiously, and stomped into his room, sitting down quickly on his chair at his desk.
"Why am I so angry?" he suddenly asked himself, a blank look crossing his face.


The next day was relatively cooler than the past weeks, tempatures only reaching eighty degrees, which pulled the tamers out their front doors, and down towards the park known now for it's headquarters.
Rika strolled down the sidewalks of the Shinjuku area, past shops, bakeries, and apartments, in a pair of white jeans and a loose ocean-blue t-shirt, hair dangling around her shoulders.
Her hands jammed in her pockets, she walked briskly through the city, not really watching where she was going as she stared down at the sidewalk, pieces of green grass peeking out from the cracks, and a few stray ants scurried across, but Rika never noticed anything, not even that her wrists were brushing against her silver glitter belt, scratching them and leaving the sparkly remains there too.
She didn't even notice the very object of her deep thoughts backing out of a brick building right in front of her, until a collision sent both her and Henry Wong blinking in shock as they sat on the ground, trying to remember what happened.
"Rika!" Henry said rather quickly, jumping to his feet, and offering his hand down to her.
Rika still a bit in shock, softly took his hand, and was pulled gently up.
Henry smiled at her. "Sleep well last night?"
"I fell asleep against a fox..." Rika remarked sharply, just as a flash of Renamon's voice went through her head, and she laughed. "Sorry Renamon."
Henry laughed. "You'll get used to them knowing all and seeing all soon enough."
Rika brushed down her shirt. "I better... it's driving me crazy."
"Ow....."
Rika's attention went to Henry's backpack, which Henry had originally landed on.
"Did that ju--"
"HENRY LET ME OUT OF HERE BEFORE I DIE PLEASE!!"
Rika jumped back in shock as Henry took off his backpack, unzipped it, and a small white and green creature jumped out, rubbing his back with his small little paw.
"Uh.... oh..."
Terriermon spotted the wide-eyed Rika, and winced, slowly looking up at the teenage boy holding him, the one with the irretated and angry look across his gray eyes.
"Terriermon...." Henry groaned through his teeth.
"Don't give me that Terriermon stuff!" Terriermon insisted, putting his small little hands on his hips.
"It's not my fault you had to just go after I told you to hide from Ri--"
Rika's hand, that had gone up to her mouth in shock, was now just covering it to keep back small giggles, but they escaped anyways, causing Henry to stop mid-sentance and look up at her, smiling.
"Oh boy." Terriermon rolled his eyes.
Henry tightened his grip, knocking the air out of the little digimon's stomach as he kept a plastered smile on his face.
"So where were you going?" Henry asked through his teeth, trying to keep the smile on his face.
Rika just giggled harder at the look on his face, pushed past him, and kept on her journey.
"Oh yeah nice going, bub." Terriermon snorted, watching Rika walk away, in stitches.
"Terriermon!"
"What?"
"We're already together.. I don't need to impress her anymore than before." Henry smirked, tempted to stick his tounge out at his little digimon.
"Yeah, yeah I hear you.." Terriermon sighed, crawling up on Henry's head and letting his ears dangle.
Henry sighed and sprinted into a run, seeing Rika was almost a quarter of a mile away already.

"Rika!"
Rika clasped her hands behind her back and smiled as she stepped into the small diner, and up to the bar, taking a seat and looking up at a brown-haired girl, dressed in blue jeans and a white t-shirt with the word 'Angel' written across the front.
"Hey, uh..." Rika held up her hand and closed her eyes, putting the other on her forehead. "No.. no don't tell me.. I can think of it..."
"Cary.." she said looking up, pointing at the hazel-eyed girl.
The girl laughed and shook her head, wiping down the wooden bar with a rag. "Jeri." she corrected, looking up at the bell on the door ringing again as Henry stepped in.
"Hey, Henry."
"Jeri.." Henry nodded in acknowledgment, sitting beside Rika as Terriermon jumped off his head and down on the next stool over.
Jeri gave Henry a look out of the corner of her eye, and continued to wipe down the counter. "I see Rika knows about Terriermon." she said simply.
Rika nodded a responce for Henry, leaned forward on the counter to look at Terriermon.
"Not like I meant for her to.." Henry shrugged and grabbed one of the menus in front of Rika.
"What's the special today?"
"What do you think we are, a bistro?" Jeri almost snapped, putting her hands on her hips.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" Henry laughed, scanning his eyes across the menu.
"Can I get you anything, Rika?"
"A soda will be fine.." Rika shrugged, looking over at Henry, putting elbows on the counter and setting her chin in her hands.
"Any specific type?" Jeri raised one eyebrow, backing up to open the refridgerator.
Rika shook her head without taking her eyes off Henry.
"Nah...."
Jeri shrugged, and took out a can of orange soda, closest to where she stood and set it down in front of Rika, then looked over at Henry. "Well?"
Henry set the menu back down and sighed. "Just get me a sandwich, whichever is convienient."
"Coming right up." Jeri grinned and turned to start up the meal.
Rika sighed, running her finger down the cold can of soda in front of her, then looked over at Henry, lowering her voice so Jeri couldn't hear.
"Do you think.. I'll ever get my memory back?" she whispered rather hoarsly, trying despratly to fight back any tears trying to force their way up.
Henry sent his attention to the auburn haired girl, and smiled as sweetly as possible.
"Sure you will, I have faith in you..."
"Faith can move mountains, Henry... but can it help me?"
Rika's eyes shifted back to the soda as she edged her fingernail under the tab and pulled it up.
Henry fell silent, watching her. He turned his head back forwards, and took the soda Jeri had set in front of him also.
Rika took a sip of hers, and continued.
"I mean, if I can't remember anything, like my memory never comes back, it's going to kill me the rest of my life."
Henry rested his elbows on the counter, holding the soda up a few inches off the counter.
"I know, but you'll get it back."
"I hope so..."