I want to write a decent fic. But who knows if I will. Anyways please review and read my other stories if you can too! Thanks. Anyways, this is a Ryuki story because I felt like writing one! Please review at the end. Five reviws please at least, then I might just post another chappie!
Disclaimer: I don't own digimon!
Night Sky.
Chapter One- Dark.
Night time. The time I feel I can think more to myself without the busy sounds of electronics or kitchen utensils. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a tree-hugging save the world sort of person or anything, I use these things. But they are just so loud. When you need to think, you need peace. Those appliances do not equal the amount of peace I need to think. But in some werd way, the night sky does. So calm. The stars, so bright. Burning for eternity, or so it seems to me. They help me think.
If your wondering who I am. Well by now you should know. A girl yes, who likes to think as you've read before. You see at this precise moment you are reading my thoughts. So, by chance, I am assuming that you, whoever you may be, likes to read. Be it thoughts, books or magazines, but at this particular time, you chose to read me. Why? Why me, of all people? Ahh I know, because you find me intresting and different. Well I shall grant you different, but intresting, I am not.
I am just a typical teenager. Fifteen to be exact. You are in the year 2003. But you are reading my thoughts in the past. You see it is only 2001 at the moment. A new begining, a new start. But this, is your past.
My name is Rika Nonaka. I have a past and a strange one at that. At thirteen I was a girl with little love in myself. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't changed because I have. In more ways than one. Thirteen, just two years ago. I saved the world, and I met someone. A boy. A boy who cared for me. No matter what. Now I shall tell you my story. Of how our friendships grew...
Disclaimer: I don't own digimon!
Night Sky.
Chapter One- Dark.
Night time. The time I feel I can think more to myself without the busy sounds of electronics or kitchen utensils. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a tree-hugging save the world sort of person or anything, I use these things. But they are just so loud. When you need to think, you need peace. Those appliances do not equal the amount of peace I need to think. But in some werd way, the night sky does. So calm. The stars, so bright. Burning for eternity, or so it seems to me. They help me think.
If your wondering who I am. Well by now you should know. A girl yes, who likes to think as you've read before. You see at this precise moment you are reading my thoughts. So, by chance, I am assuming that you, whoever you may be, likes to read. Be it thoughts, books or magazines, but at this particular time, you chose to read me. Why? Why me, of all people? Ahh I know, because you find me intresting and different. Well I shall grant you different, but intresting, I am not.
I am just a typical teenager. Fifteen to be exact. You are in the year 2003. But you are reading my thoughts in the past. You see it is only 2001 at the moment. A new begining, a new start. But this, is your past.
My name is Rika Nonaka. I have a past and a strange one at that. At thirteen I was a girl with little love in myself. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't changed because I have. In more ways than one. Thirteen, just two years ago. I saved the world, and I met someone. A boy. A boy who cared for me. No matter what. Now I shall tell you my story. Of how our friendships grew...