Life never seemed so complicated before.
"It's over, Leo."
How could she?! You could have had any girl you wanted, and you chose her! But does that damn Zoe appreciate any of it?! No! That girl was colder than the stone wall you're leaning on. When was the last time you didn't get what you wanted? You can't remember. After all, you're the son of an Italian mob boss and a Yakuza heiress. You can have anything you want, whenever you want. Anything but her.
Your entire life has been one easy acquisition after another. When people give you or your family problems, they tend to 'disappear', and the cops are too busy counting money to work on the cases. The norm is that if you want something, people bow to your will, or else. One day, you're going to go into the family business, which means that you can't allow anyone to defy you. Especially not some stupid girl who isn't smart enough to be yours!
"No one says no to Leonardo Boochini! No one!" you mutter. Girls have often been putty in your hands to do with as you please; she, on the other hand, wasn't afraid of you even from day one! And she dumped you after a month!
"You look kinda down there, shuga," says a girl in a Southern accent behind you. You growl without turning around. "I saw what happened with that blond gal."
"If you know what's good for you, you'll stop talking and go somewhere else," you warn. You really don't want to hear this from someone else right now.
"Well, I know that a healthy dose of payback on that bitch'll do us both good," she says.
"I don't need your help," you mutter.
"Maybe not, but I need your help to make her miserable. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?"
"Look," you snap, finally turning around to look at the girl, "I don't need--"
You stop midsentence at the sight in front of you. The girl with the accent has green skin, red eyes, and a very strange taste in clothing (if you can even call that bathing suit-looking thing and the helmet-like thing clothing).
You raise an eyebrow. "Little late for Halloween." She fumes for a moment.
"Don't you know who I am?!" she asks. "I'm the Digital World's Legendary Warrior of Water and the most beautiful gal around, Ranamon!" Wait, 'Digital World'?
"You're a Digimon?" you inquire interestedly.
"Yup!" she nods. "And I'm here to make that bimbo's life a living hell!" Hmmm, a Digimon is something that you lack. Maybe a partnership with this Ranamon can lead to something useful, not to mention an opportunity to make Zoe miserable in ways that were otherwise impossible.
"Fine," you agree. "But I'm in charge of the two of us, and you're going to owe me for this."
"Whatever you want, shuga." Excellent.
"If we want to ruin Zoe's life, we should start by..."
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