The Heart Wants what it Wants

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon nor do I want to.

Warning: There is sex in this fanfiction story. If you are under 18 or you are not comfortable with sexual themes, please click off this story immediately. Otherwise, readers have been warned.

Chapter 1

Takato stirred out of his sleep. The sun hasn't risen yet, so it was still dark. But that did not stop Takato from waking up in complete bliss. He turned to his left side and found the reason for his bliss sleeping peaceful.

Her long, chestnut hair flowed like a river. Her back was facing him, so he counted the spots on the soft surface. What remained of the moonlight shined on her, giving her an angelic vibe that transcended comprehension. Takato reached out his hand to stroke this beautiful being. He started with her thighs which led to her smooth womanhood, then her toned stomach to her ample breasts.

Takato wrapped his arm around her waist to snuggle closer to her. He buried his nose in her hair. She had the aroma of cherry and vanilla. Takato wished to the gods that this dream would never end.

But it did.

The young woman stirred from sleep and pulled herself out of Takato's arms. She rose from her bed, waved out her long locks, and strutted towards her bathroom, paying no attention to Takato.

The bathroom door closed which caused Takato to get up from the bed. He covered his face with his hands as shame and guilt started to flood his conscience. He felt like a fool. No matter how much he wished and prayed, the facts still remain the same. They were not meant to be together. No amount of alcohol or sex can change that.

Did she regret it? Will she think I took advantage of her? What if she hates me?

Takato's mind was working in overdrive that he was beginning to panic. He had to get out there. He saw his underwear on the floor and went to put it on along with his remaining clothes that were scattered across the bedroom.

He had just finished putting on his jeans when the bathroom door open.

"Takato?"

The young woman had now covered her curvaceous body with a light blue night robe.

"Rika…"

"What are you doing?" Rika asked as she walked closer her to him.

Takato panicked, "I-I… well…"

"You were going to run away, right?" Rika whispered with a little sting in her voice.

Takato froze and bowed his head. As much as he didn't want to tell Rika the truth, he didn't have the heart to lie to her.

"Why?"

"Because…" Takato just couldn't finish the sentence.

Rika moved closer to him.

"You think that I thought last night was a mistake and that I would hate you, is that it?"

Takato shook his head, "Look, Rika, we were drunk. We- I had no control of what I was doing. You know how I get when I drink too much."

Rika raised one eyebrow, Takato stumbled on regardless.

"I-I won't tell anyone! Who could I possibly tell? I'm sure you probably didn't enjoy it, nothing close to Ryo. N-n-not that's any of my business or anything…"

"Takato," Rika's voice was soft, but the tone was firm. It was enough to stop Takato's rambling.

Rika folded her arms warily and moved closer to Takato so that their faces were inched apart. Her violet eyes held his crimson eyes to prevent him from backing away.

"First off, you're right, we were drunk. We were drunk because we were having a good time and I haven't had one in a long time, so thanks. Second, I do know you can't control your liquor, Gogglehead. But it's not so bad that it would cause you to do something horrible like drunk driving or worse, assaulting me."

Takato gulped at that thought.

"Third," Rika continued, "I know you won't tell anybody because you know I'm gonna kick your ass to the Digital World and back if you do. Right?"

Takato gulped again, which confirmed to Rika that he did know.

"And lastly," Rika placed her elegant hand on Takato's right cheek, "why would you think I didn't enjoy what we did?"

Takato blinked, "What? But…but you and Ryo…"

"Are finished. We were finished the moment he broke off our engagement."

Rika wrapped her arms around Takato's neck, "And believe me, he was nowhere in my mind last night," she whispered with lust.

The bulge was back in Takato's jeans when she said that. He backed away, unknowingly back toward her bed.

"No… this can't real! You love Ryo! You don't really want me…"

Rika playfully pushed him on her bed and climbs on top of him, straddling his lap. She kisses him, silencing his fears.

"Shush, Gogglehead," Rika seductively whispers as she unties her night robe to reveal her lithe, naked body to him. She then slid down to his jeans to pull them and Takato was lost to his desires and her.

There was a series of knocks on the front door.

"Okay, okay! I'm coming," said an annoyed Rika who turned to Takato with an apologetic glance.

"Don't worry about it," Takato said with a smile. They were in the middle of making breakfast for themselves (well actually they were making out) when the knocks occurred. Takato continued to cook the eggs while Rika attended to her door. He still couldn't believe that he and Rika made love, twice. After all these years it seemed that Rika did return his feelings and they could finally have a future together.

At least it seemed that way, until Rika opened the door to reveal who their visitor was.

"Ryo?! Wha-What are you doing here?!"

There standing in the threshold was her ex-fiancé and Takato's friend. Clad with his black leather jacket, collared purple shirt, dark blue jeans, and black designer dress boots. However, his face told another story. Though he was 27 he looked like he aged thirty years. His usual confidence and swagger were not present. His signature spiky hair was disheveled. There were dark circles around his eyes.

"Rika, I'm sorry! Please forgive me, take me back!", as he went on his knees immediately when he saw Rika.

Takato turned off the stove and bowed his head. He felt his heart beating in his throat.

"Ryo… stop kneeling and come inside," Rika said with a wary voice as she stepped aside. Ryo scrambled to his feet and entered the apartment, paying no mind to Takato, who was right there on his left in the kitchen.

Rika closed the door and turned to Ryo while brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Ryo, it's been two months… ," Rika started at a level voice.

Ryo had the decency to bow his head, "Yeah, I know that-"

"It was you who ended it-"

"I know…"

"You just walked up to me and said, 'I don't want to get married anymore.' and left with no explanation."

Ryo gulped, "I-I know, Rika…"

"IF YOU KNOW, WHY ARE YOU HERE ASKING ME TO TAKE YOU BACK?!" screamed Rika, her frustration finally letting loose.

An eerie silence fell upon the apartment. Takato stood still, not daring to move. The minutes were passing by slowly and it was agonizing him.

"I'm here… because Takato told me I had to be here," Ryo finally confessed.

Rika was dumbfounded, "Wait, what? Takato…" she glanced and Takato's direction, but he wouldn't meet her eyes.

Ryo continued, "Rika, please understand. I wanted to marry you; I really did. But your mother was going on about your father and how money was a problem in their marriage and that she hoped I wouldn't be a deadbeat like he was. And then your grandmother was talking about great-grandchildren at her age, it was too much! I panicked, Rika! I was thinking that we were rushing into marriage."

"Okay, fine. You got cold feet. How does Takato fit in all of this?", Rika asked with her arms folded.

Ryo ran his hand through his hair, "I'm getting to that. So, last week I was at the bar and Takato shows up. We talked for a while and had a few drinks. You got brought up and we talked about you. I don't remember much about our conversation, but he said something that shook me to my core."

Takato closed his eyes as he remembered that encounter with Ryo at the bar. To Takato's knowledge, Ryo was not handling the breakup well. Misery was written all over the former Digimon King's face that fateful night.

"And what was that?" asked a skeptical Rika.

Ryo looked up and locked eyes with her. He licked his dry lips, "He said that the heart wants what it wants. And it will do whatever it takes to get it and won't let anything stop it."

Takato squeezed his closed eyelids remembering that he did say those words, albeit drunkenly, to Ryo.

"Is that right?", inquired Rika as she unfolded her arms.

Ryo quickly took her hands into his own, "Rika, I love you, that hasn't stopped. I'm not letting fear stop us from being together anymore. I'm ready to spend my life with you, if you're willing to."

"Ryo, ummm… we need to talk…" Rika started.

Takato cleared his throat, "Yeah, you two got a lot to talk about. So, I 'll just be on my way."

Ryo jumped, "Takato! W-What the heck are you doing here?"

Takato waved his hands, "Don't worry about that. Rika invited me for breakfast, but this is far more important," He motioned Rika and Ryo. He patted Ryo on the shoulder, "I'm glad you took my advice," Takato said with a pained smile.

Ryo nodded, "Thanks, man. I mean it."

Takato returned the nod. He couldn't stay there, he had to get out of there. Now.

He walked past the couple and got his jacket on Rika's sofa. He was at the door when someone spoke to him.

"Takato, wait!" Rika exclaimed. Takato's hand was already on the doorknob, he just needed to turn it.

"What are you doing?" she asked ignoring Ryo's suspicious glares at them.

"I'm giving you want you want, Rika," whispered Takato, "You heard Ryo, his heart wants you and your heart wants him. I have no place in it," he said this with heartbreak.

Rika's eyes were shining, "But, Takato…"

"Goodbye, Rika," and with that he turned the knob to let himself out and closed the door on the woman he loves but cannot have.

A/N: I'm sorry this story took so long. I started it around late April, but things came up. But now it's summer so I have more time. This fanfiction is going to be three chapters. So please comment, review, and critique.

Black Loki