A/N: Hey, peoples! It's Venus163 here, and no, I am not dead. I've just been working on a story for a long long time, and see, I've uploaded a part of it! Here, I present to you "The Parent Trap"- The Digital Version!
Just so you know, I DO NOT OWN anything: the plot belongs to "The Parent Trap" movie peoples, and the characters to whoever owns Digimon. The only thing I do own are the little plot twists.
And no, this is not Sorato! And that's all I'm going to say!
I know you just want to get to it, so here it is! Enjoy!
***THE PARENT TRAP: DIGITAL VERSION***
~PROLOGUE: AND SO IT BEGINS...~
Screaming and yelling could be heard all around the block. A curious woman poked her head out of her window to see what the racket was. "What the-"
Her mouth dropped open as she realized that it was the nice couple next door, who had been only married for a few years. Through the open window, she could see and hear everything going on.
The wife had her hands on her hips and looking furious. "What, you don't think I could make it?"
Her husband stood stiffly, and his tone was cold. "You're still not strong enough to go back to work, and you know it."
"Not strong enough!? Why, I've had weeks and weeks to recover, and you-"
"You know you had complications. I don't want you to go back to work for a good while yet." His voice was authoritive, and the woman was quite sure that the wife would back off.
But she was wrong. The wife looked even angrier. "Stop babying me! I can take care of myself!"
Her husband snorted. "Ha, what a joke."
"I'm not a kid anymore! I'm a grown woman!"
"Then why are you still acting like a kid?" the husband retorted.
The woman cringed as she saw the wife's eyes flash. "Look who's talking!"
"Well, at least I wasn't the one who complained every minute about how she was so tired, that we should stop and rest, how she needs new clothes and a shopping trip to the mall-"
The wife was furious. "Why you-"
"-I wasn't the one who didn't know what sincerity even was, so went around putting on airs and acting like the snobby little brat she was-"
Suddenly, the fire seemed to go out of the wife's eyes. She stood there for a long moment, an expression of hurt clearly on her face.
The husband stopped and reached out to her. "Oh god, I'm so sorry M-"
"I don't need your excuses," she said coldly, her voice only shaking a little. She turned and disappeared from sight.
"Where are you going?"
"Out of here! I'll pack my things and leave!"
The husband, too, disappeared out of sight, but the curious woman could still hear their voices.
"Leaving? Are you nuts?"
"Well, maybe I am!"
"Then what about the children?"
"I'll take Miya with me... you can bring up Misa."
"So what am I supposed to do?"
"I'll get the papers for the divorce once I get out of here, and make sure the lawyers send you a copy. Just sign them."
For a few minutes, the voices were muffled, and the woman couldn't hear a thing. Just when she was about to give up and turn away from the window, she heard the front door of the house next door slam.
She ran to her own front door and opened the door slightly. She could see the wife hail a taxi, and start to put her suitcases inside.
The husband looked aghast. "God, you can't be serious about thi-"
"I'm dead serious," the wife snapped, closing the taxi trunk with such a vengeance that the cab driver winced. She gave the driver a look that sent him hurrying to get the door open.
She stepped inside with a baby in her arms. "To Odaiba District, please," she requested of the driver, who was slipping into the driver's seat.
The husband, who had another child in his arms, knocked on the window. "You can't do this... to Miya and Misa, to me..."
The wife said nothing, and the cab drove away.
The husband watched the taxi until it was lost to sight. The woman was meekly pulling the door closed when she stopped.
She had stopped for she saw a scene that she had never seen before, and had never expected to, a scene that would have confirmed her suspicions had someone told her the world was coming to an end:
The husband was crying.
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
Just so you know, I DO NOT OWN anything: the plot belongs to "The Parent Trap" movie peoples, and the characters to whoever owns Digimon. The only thing I do own are the little plot twists.
And no, this is not Sorato! And that's all I'm going to say!
I know you just want to get to it, so here it is! Enjoy!
***THE PARENT TRAP: DIGITAL VERSION***
~PROLOGUE: AND SO IT BEGINS...~
Screaming and yelling could be heard all around the block. A curious woman poked her head out of her window to see what the racket was. "What the-"
Her mouth dropped open as she realized that it was the nice couple next door, who had been only married for a few years. Through the open window, she could see and hear everything going on.
The wife had her hands on her hips and looking furious. "What, you don't think I could make it?"
Her husband stood stiffly, and his tone was cold. "You're still not strong enough to go back to work, and you know it."
"Not strong enough!? Why, I've had weeks and weeks to recover, and you-"
"You know you had complications. I don't want you to go back to work for a good while yet." His voice was authoritive, and the woman was quite sure that the wife would back off.
But she was wrong. The wife looked even angrier. "Stop babying me! I can take care of myself!"
Her husband snorted. "Ha, what a joke."
"I'm not a kid anymore! I'm a grown woman!"
"Then why are you still acting like a kid?" the husband retorted.
The woman cringed as she saw the wife's eyes flash. "Look who's talking!"
"Well, at least I wasn't the one who complained every minute about how she was so tired, that we should stop and rest, how she needs new clothes and a shopping trip to the mall-"
The wife was furious. "Why you-"
"-I wasn't the one who didn't know what sincerity even was, so went around putting on airs and acting like the snobby little brat she was-"
Suddenly, the fire seemed to go out of the wife's eyes. She stood there for a long moment, an expression of hurt clearly on her face.
The husband stopped and reached out to her. "Oh god, I'm so sorry M-"
"I don't need your excuses," she said coldly, her voice only shaking a little. She turned and disappeared from sight.
"Where are you going?"
"Out of here! I'll pack my things and leave!"
The husband, too, disappeared out of sight, but the curious woman could still hear their voices.
"Leaving? Are you nuts?"
"Well, maybe I am!"
"Then what about the children?"
"I'll take Miya with me... you can bring up Misa."
"So what am I supposed to do?"
"I'll get the papers for the divorce once I get out of here, and make sure the lawyers send you a copy. Just sign them."
For a few minutes, the voices were muffled, and the woman couldn't hear a thing. Just when she was about to give up and turn away from the window, she heard the front door of the house next door slam.
She ran to her own front door and opened the door slightly. She could see the wife hail a taxi, and start to put her suitcases inside.
The husband looked aghast. "God, you can't be serious about thi-"
"I'm dead serious," the wife snapped, closing the taxi trunk with such a vengeance that the cab driver winced. She gave the driver a look that sent him hurrying to get the door open.
She stepped inside with a baby in her arms. "To Odaiba District, please," she requested of the driver, who was slipping into the driver's seat.
The husband, who had another child in his arms, knocked on the window. "You can't do this... to Miya and Misa, to me..."
The wife said nothing, and the cab drove away.
The husband watched the taxi until it was lost to sight. The woman was meekly pulling the door closed when she stopped.
She had stopped for she saw a scene that she had never seen before, and had never expected to, a scene that would have confirmed her suspicions had someone told her the world was coming to an end:
The husband was crying.
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW!!!!