Hey there.
You probably all hate me for starting a new story when none of the others are finished but I promise this will be the last one. No more after this one till more of the others are finished. I just loved this idea so much.
A mixture of two things I love, the movie 'the parent trap' and Itachi/Sakura goodness.
I hope you all like it. Please be warned that for the first few chapters Sakura and Itachi will not be making an appearance but they will later, as you would know if you watched that fantastic movie.
I would also like to mention that while it had the same plot, this will not be one of those stories there the story goes word for words and its basically like reading the movie. This is my own version. But also I won't be changing the plot, only changes some small things. Like the original characters of the twins and the type of person the father is as well as where the story is situates ect.
There will be some scene like in the movie, like the amazing camping trip. But I will be adding my own scenes here and there too.
So I hope you all enjoy reading my AU.
OH AND THIS IS IMPORTANT. AT SOME POINT IN THE STORY THEY WILL BE PEOPLE SPEAKING IN JAPANESE. WHEN THEY DO IT WILL BE IN BOLD ITALIC LIKE SO: JAPANESE. OK?
I DONT OWN NARUTO OR THE PARENT TRAP/ BUT I WISH I DID, I WOULD SO FORCE THEM TO MAKE A SEQUEL.
Prologue
The young woman listened to the smooth voice of the priest as he read from the holy bible the ceremony of matrimony. She smiled as she felt her love and soon to be husband squeeze her hand to reassure her.
He didn't smile, he rarely ever smiled or showed emotion in front of people, but his eyes did soften considerably as he looked up at the woman who had somehow crept her way into his heart. This was the woman he was willing to give everything up for and tie himself down just for the chance to call her truly his. He never thought when they first met they would end up like this, but now he wouldn't want it any other way.
The 'I do's' had already been said, the 'if anyone should protest against this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace' had been done and now all was left was three things.
Firstly were the vows. When he said her name, he said it with an emotionless face, but his voice was so gentle that even those who didn't agree with their marriage could see how much he loved her "I, Uchiha Itachi, take this woman, Haruno Sakura, to be my lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward. For better and for worse. For richer and for poorer. In sickness and in health. To love and to cherish. Till death do us part. According to God's holy law. In the presence of God, I make this vow."
He wasn't a religious man by any means, but his fiancée was. She was Christian, and so for her sake they were having a Christian wedding ceremony. Beside him his best man and younger brother rolled his eyes discreetly. He was one of those people that were still trying to get his head around the fact that the stoic emotionless man beside him was actually getting married.
She repeated the same words "I, Haruno Sakura, take this man, Uchiha Itachi, to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold from this day forward. For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health. Till death do us part. According to God's holy law. In the presence of God, I make this vow."
Finally she looked up at him. While she was wearing a wedding kimono as a respect to their shared Japanese culture, she insisted on wearing a veil that her English grandmother, who had taken her in, had donated.
Second came the exchanging of the rings.
He took the ring from the ring-bearer, a nineteen year old man who was one of Sakura's cousins. His hair was black and his skin was paler than his own, and also he was not one of the groom's favourite people. But he was soon to be family, so he just put up with it.
He slipped the golden band onto her ring finger as he said "With my body I honour you. All that I am, I give to you. All that I have, I share with you. Within the love of God, son and the Holy Spirit." As he said these words, he looked at her with such intensity that she knew that he meant every word. That they weren't just some hollow promise, but his true feelings on the matter. It honoured and humbled her.
She nearly choked with happiness and pride as she did the same thing and spoke the same words. But she did so with the same intensity as he gave, her love showing clearly in her eyes.
And finally came the part he and she had been waiting for. The priest said happily "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
Neither the bride nor groom needed to be told twice. Uchiha Itachi pulled the newly made Uchiha Sakura, close. Their lips touched in a passionate kiss that had the witnesses cheering, but the two hardly noticed.
The two of them had decided to get married in a garden, a special garden. One of the best in Tokyo. It was almost impossible to book but somehow Sakura's fiancée had managed it.
Their reception in an equally gorgeous greenhouse. The groom himself wasn't too fond of flowers and other such nonsense. But it seemed to make his wife happy so he put up with it.
They were enclosed in each other's arms as the danced under a special cherry blossom tree he had requested to be planted for the wedding as an extra gift to her. The second she saw it she had nearly begun crying again. Dancing was something he also did not like. Luckily, they only had to do it once.
While they danced her fingers tangled in his unbound hair and his hands were firmly on her waist as he held her crushingly close and rested his forehead against hers in a rare sign of visual public affection. Her husband was not one to be romantic. He was (as she like to call it) a genius in most things logical. But a 'complete social and romantic dunce'. But she wouldn't have it any other way.
She knew marrying him would have its difficulties, but she didn't care. Because the love the two of them felt for each other was worth it.
The man felt her lay a kiss on the side of his jaw and held in the smile threatening to surface. What was it about this woman, that her mere presence was always able to lower all his defences? But somehow he didn't mind. He was asking a lot from her by asking her to marry him, but she had taken it all with shoulders straight and head held high.
But when someone like him found something they wanted, they had trouble giving up. And there wasn't much that he wanted more than this chance at a life with the woman in his arms. She had become such an important figure in his life that he couldn't imagine himself without her
"Excuse me" the two of them looked up at a small woman with a back bob-cut hairstyle "How about a souvenir photo?"
The woman looked at him for his consent, her eyes pleading. And after a few moments he sighed and nodded.
At that moment she smiled so brilliantly that he forgot his mask and allowed a small smile too. Their eyes met and they were so engrossed in each other that they didn't notice the camera flash.
The picture that was delivered was a picture of a beautiful young 19 year old with long, waist length, pink hair, unbound and flowing down her back with only a few decorative hair pins, dressed in a startling white kimono. She smiled so beautifully, as if she were the happiest woman alive.
Her eyes are shining as she looked up into the onyx eyes of her new husband dressed in a midnight blue kimono, his hair unbound too, and reaching his shoulders. While he was a good five years older than the woman at twenty-four, his face was young, and while it wasn't as expressive as his younger wife, his smile was small but looked like he was truly happy and content. And his eyes were so warm and gentle as he looked at her, like he could see no one else.
They stood under a cherry blossom tree and the gentle wind was causing the petals to fall gracefully around the two of them giving the picture a serene look and even though they're in a room full of people the only ones they can see is the other person. Like they were the only ones there.
This was a couple madly in love and ready to face the world together.
Chapter one
Camp Mako
Thirteen years . . . and nine months later
Nine yellow American school busses rolled into the small facilities of the dusty camp grounds. Camp Mako, an outdoor activity camp in the south of America, for nine to fifteen year olds. Exact location in America: Unknown.
The first four buses contained a barrage of girls who all were quickly rushed over to their camp grounds on the east side of the lake while the boys stayed on the north side.
Boys were everywhere. Chatting, smart-talking, getting into augments, making plans. They were almost worse than the girls since they were louder.
There were little groups of boys who were seeing friends again from the previous year, boys who were meeting for the first time. There was even a gaggle of some of the older residence as they surrounded a tall tom-boyish girl who was painfully explaining to one of the camp scouts "wait, wait a minute, I thought this was a girl's camp." At those words the boys broke out in laughter. But not the unkind laughter, for a tom-boy, the girl was very cute.
Camp scouts were grabbing duffle bags from the luggage compartment in the bus and throwing them into piles. This made it quite difficult for any self-respecting nine to fifteen year old to pull them out.
This was the problem to one of the boys who was circling a pile of duffle bags with an unfortunate expression. "Ok, found my duffel" he murmured "Question is: how do I get it out?"
Suddenly it caught his eyes and he reached forward and was able to catch handle, but then some more helpers threw some more duffels onto the pile. He groaned. This had not been a good day to leave his unusually long hair unbound. The boy was tall for a twelve year old. He had pale alabaster skin and a smooth unblemished face. His nose was straight, which made him look slightly older then he already was. His mismatched left onyx eye and right green eye were twinkling and full of impish mischief. His hair was also unusual for a boy, long and it rested past his knees. Usually he wore it up in a high pony tail as his preferred style. But the trip on the plane had been chilly, so he let it down.
He continued to struggle to his amazement, well he wasn't some pushover, having practiced kendo for a good three years, but this was ridiculously hard.
"Looks like this is your first time here?" he looked up and saw a short boy with curly red hair and bright blue eyes, his face was covered in freckles "I'm Danny Roberts, but you can call me Dan, I'm from Nashville."
The dark haired boy grinned a positively astounding grin that almost surprised the other boy for a second. He looked so male obviously, but...pretty, like a girl for a moment there.
The black haired boy held out one of his hands "Hey there, I'm Kaito Haruno, from England." The boys shook hands.
Dan nodded his head towards the duffel "Like I said, it looks like this is your first time here."
"How did you know?"
"You didn't know how to grab your duffel before the apes tossed it in. Don't worry, you'll learn. Need a hand?"
Kaito nodded gratefully "Thank you, it's the blue one, there in the middle."
They tugged and tugged but the bag wouldn't budge. Suddenly Kaito looked up to see a boy dressed in green, with a black hair reaching his shoulders and bushy eye-brows, reach into the centre of the pile and effortlessly pulled out his duffel.
"Whoa, now that's what I'm talking about." Kaito said admiringly.
"Yo! Boy in green!" Dan called.
The boy turned
"Can you give us a hand with this bag?" he asked.
"Sure." he grinned, showing teeth which flashed.
"Thanks," Kaito said "it's that one, there under . . . well, everything." he waved his arms in exaggeration.
The boy reached his hand in and without any trouble pulled it out and handed it to Kaito. "Thanks dude." He said.
"No problem, I'm Ranmaru Lee!"
"Kaito." he replied holding out his hand for the second time.
"Hey," Dan suddenly said "If you're from England, why don't you talk with some posh British accent?"
"Wait," added Ran "you're from England? Did you ever meet the queen? Are there really weird soldiers walking about with big furry hats? Do people always eat fish and chips? Do you live near Big Ben? Do..."
"Hold on, hold on!" Kaito cried holding his hands up. "Just because I live in England, doesn't mean I've met the queen, no there are no funny soldiers walking around, they just stand outside her house, people occasionally eat fish and chips but not obsessively and I do live in London, but I've never even been to the palace and I live on the other side of London away from Big Ben. And I don't talk with the accent because I watch a lot of American TV, so I grew out of the accent." He shrugged.
At that moment a volunteer called out "Kaito Haruno?"
"That's me." he replied.
"You're in cabin 7."
"That's the same as us!" Ranmaru said grinning. "Great!" Kaito swung his duffel over his shoulder "Let's go." As they were walking off Kaito asked "Hey, do any of you know how to play poker?"
They shook their heads.
As they walked off, they missed a long black car drive in. From the driver's side a man stepped out. He was tall, pale, with onyx eyes and hair. He walked over to the passenger's side but just as he was about to open the door it opened for itself and a boy stepped out. He was tall also, and the weirdest thing was how he was pale skinned, mature faced with long midnight black hair reaching his mid back, and had an incredible set of mismatched left black eye and right green eye.
"Man," The older man said to the twelve year old boy "you're so un-cute. Could you at least pretence to have a soul?" he said this in Japanese.
The boy looked up at him. The difference between him and Kaito could be noticed immediately by anyone who cared to look. His face was more stoic and less expressive than the other boy. He looked rather serious and stern. Yet his eyes held boredom, like there was a smile waiting to get out but his world was just too dull.
"Shisui-san," he said. His voice was lower than the other boy too, but that was only because he hadn't spoken for a while "just because you are my father's cousin does not mean I have to like you too." He said.
Shisui kissed his teeth "Ungrateful brat!"
"Ungrateful? If father knew you drove me in a clan car, he'd be so angry, you immature man-child."
"Watch your mouth boy; I'm thirty eight years old. And do you have any idea how hard it was to sneak this car out without my Dad finding out. Ever since my little sister crashed my car joy-riding, life's been tough, and I gave up my free time to drive you here. At least I have a personality!" he grinned.
The boy sighed "I hate you."
Shisui smiled "Yeah, they all say that. But you know what; they love me again five minutes later." And with that he ruffled his hair "You take care of yourself there, ok boy?" he grinned and missed the small smirk from the smaller boy.
"Sure."
"And who knows," Shisui said "maybe you'll find someone who can beat you at poker?"
Saito grinned at this "I highly doubt that."
At that moment then came the announcement "Saito Uchiha, Saito Uchiha?"
"Right here!" the boy cried.
"You're in Cabin Nine."
From afar a boy cried "Hey, me too!" he was a short boy with blond hair and green eyes. "I'm Luke Jones, come on Saito, I'll show you the way."
Saito nodded politely and followed the boy.
HEY, I HOPE THAT CHAPTER WASENT A DISAPOINTMENT.
PLEASE REVIEW BECAUSE I'M GONNE GET THE NEXT CHAPTER UP REAL SOON.
I HAVE ONE QUESTION. HOW MANY OF YOU LOVE THE POKER SCENE IN PARENT TRAP?
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