A/N: Okay, so now you know that it's a Mimato. Well, duh! It's me, Venus163! What did you expect, all you people who have read my works before but didn't know it was me? As for the rest of you: If you *have* read my stuff before, and you guessed right: Great! If you haven't read my stuff and guessed it right: Great! And if you haven't read my stuff and guessed wrong: Well, now you know what I write about.
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***THE PARENT TRAP: DIGITAL VERSION***
~CHAPTER FOUR: A SUDDEN TWIST~
A haircut and many lessons of life later, Misaki and Miyame stood outside, each waiting for their respective rides as their summer camp experience came to an end.
"Remember that you should answer to Miya," Miyame told Misaki. "Your room is up the stairs and the one on the far right. And you *must* be careful around Taichi. He can read me like a book, so if anyone finds out, it'd be him."
"Watch out for Taichi," Misaki repeated, stroking the silk blouse of Miyame's she was wearing.
"Yeah… but call him Tai," Miyame said quickly.
"As for you, you're called Misa," Misaki said quickly. "Your room is up the stairs and straight down the hallway to the third door on the left. *You* need to be careful around Sora."
"Careful around Sora," Miyame repeated. "OK."
A honking sounded, and they both whirled around to see a pretty woman with a soft smile walk out of a luxurious car.
"Good bye, and good luck," Misaki whispered to Miyame, trying to hide her face. Miyame nodded, and began walking towards the woman.
"Oh Misa," she exclaimed, "how great you look! Did you have fun?"
"Oh yes, Sora," Miyame said, trying to stay calm. "I had lots of fun."
Sora leaned over and hugged her warmly. "I'm sure you want to see your father, Misa. He's at his home here in Tokyo, the one in Odaiba. You *do* want to see him, don't you?" Sora teased.
Miyame nodded, her heart in her throat. "Yes, Sora. More than you'll ever know."
Sora looked at her strangely for a moment, but to Miyame's intense relief, smiled. "When I came here, I used to be homesick, too." She looked straight at the road as she began driving. "But then I met some friends, and we were all happy together."
"Was Fa- I mean, Dad your friend?"
Sora nodded. "Yes, we met there. Along with all the others."
"Who?"
Sora sighed as she stopped at the red light. "There was Jyou… the most reliable person in the world. He's somewhere in Africa, helping the needy… he became a doctor, you know. He just clicked with the job.
"Koushiro is somewhere in California, designing the latest computer chip, or so he says. He never got off his laptop then," Sora laughed as she turned a corner. "He was really smart, always searching for knowledge. Still is, to tell you the truth.
"There was Takeru, your Uncle Takeru. Right now he's at his home in Odaiba, writing heart-warming stories that have inspired many people, and gave them hope. Your dad has a secret stash of his books somewhere; he always did baby him.
"Then there's Takeru's wife, your Aunt. Now, she was lovely," Sora said, sighing. "She was very optimistic, and seemed to shine with a light every time you looked at her. Gave all the people at the charity organizations she works for the will to work hard. Yes, Hikari was a child of light…"
Miyame felt her heart careen to a stop. Her head began spinning, and she jerked her head to look at Sora. "Did… did you say Hikari?"
Sora nodded, swerving to avoid a car. "Crazy drivers," she muttered before saying, "Hikari? Yes, that was her name. We all called her Kari, though. She was a sweet little thing…"
Miyame shook her head furiously. No, it couldn't be… could it? Deciding to take a chance, she said innocently, "Didn't Aunt Kari have a brother?"
To the outsider Sora didn't seem to care, but Miyame's sharp eyes picked up immediately the way she stiffened and how she looked at her out of the corner of her eye. She also noted the flicker of emotion in her expression and the whitening of her knuckles as she grasped the steering wheel tightly.
After a moment of silence, Sora said in a calm voice, only slightly trembling, "Yes, she did. Taichi."
"Taichi," Miyame repeated, eyes wide.
"Yes, Taichi," Sora said, eyes glued to the road. "He was a great guy. Had lots of courage. He cared about everyone before himself. A good friend…"
Miyame understood immediately. Sora had loved Taichi. Perhaps Tai had loved her back; she had noticed the sadness in his eyes that he tried to hide whenever she was around, but she hadn't been fooled.
Sora was silent.
Compassion filled her for the older woman, so she said, "What was my fa… I mean, what was Dad like?"
Sora gratefully answered, "Yamato? Now, he was the rebel. Always aloof and cold to everyone. It seemed to us that he cared only for Takeru, but he cared for us all. There was one person who touched him deeply…" She fell silent.
"Who?" Miyame asked, expectation sending shivers down her spine.
"Her name was… Mimi."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Misaki watched as Miyame turned and waved to her as she drove away with Sora. Part one was complete. Sora hadn't seemed to have noticed anything wrong.
She looked at her pretty clothes again and sighed blissfully. How wonderful it felt to dress like… like a princess…
A horn honked, and she looked up, startled. A tall man with large hair stepped out and smiled before running over to her and scooping her up in his arms.
"Hey Princess Miya," he said teasingly as he kissed her cheek. "How has your majesty been?"
Misaki felt warmth flood over her as she said, "Fine. And you, Tai?"
Tai grabbed her bags and led her to the car. "Oh, fine as I'll ever be," he said lightly. "Other than the fact that some people rather missed you a lot…" he cocked his eyebrows at her as he opened the passenger side of the car. "You first, Princess."
Misaki went inside, and soon she and Taichi were traveling to the airport.
"Your mother insisted on taking you on a shopping spree as soon as you got home," Tai said in a confiding way. "She put off a whole line of clothes just to be with you."
Misaki listened, entranced, as Tai told her everything that had been going on for the weeks that she had been away.
It wasn't until they were comfortably on a plane on their way to New York when Misaki decided to ask about something that had been bugging her all day.
"Tai, did you and Mo… I mean, Mother meet many friends at summer camp?"
At those words, Tai's face became dreamy. "Ah, those were the days, my Princess. Yes, we made many friends." He smiled at her eager face.
"Let's see… there was Izzy. He had an ongoing love affair with his laptop. It was an obsession; he was never off the thing. The purest and truest love there ever was," he finished dramatically.
Misaki giggled.
Tai, as if encouraged by her giggles, said, "Jyou… he worried too much. He made a big deal over small, totally unimportant things, but was strong when big, important things came his way… when he wasn't fainting.
"My little sister Kari… she was too serious for a little girl. Way too mature. Sometimes I wondered if she was my sister at all and not some wise person.
"Then, there was her husband… 'course, he wasn't her husband then, but he is now. Nice little guy. I used to threaten to kill him if he even so much as thought something inappropriate with Kari. Scared him half to death. But Takeru's a good guy…"
Misaki felt as if she had been hit by a truck. "Did you say Takeru?"
"No, I said Britney Spears," Tai said sarcastically. "Of course I said Takeru!"
Misaki's mind raced. Could it possibly be…?
She decided to go and barge ahead anyway. "Wasn't there someone that Kari considered to be a sister?" she asked cautiously.
At those words Tai nearly fell out of his seat. Misaki reached out to help him back up. As he settled in his seat again, he looked at her, hard, for a moment, before relaxing. "Yes, there was such a person."
"Who was she?"
"Her name was… Sora."
Shocked, she stared at Taichi, although feeling as if she had known before. "Sora…"
"Sora was a lovely girl," Taichi said, eyes dreamy and lost in the past. "She used to be a tomboy, but she was quite beautiful. She cared about everyone, loved everyone, gave everyone a second chance…"
Misaki turned her face away from him, eyes wide. Suddenly, it all clicked together. Taichi loved Sora. And with the way Sora would look at an odd moment, her eyes sad and her occasional sigh… she probably loved him too…
Misaki was silent for a moment longer before deciding to venture out with her question. "What was Mother like then?"
Taichi's eyes cleared and he looked down at her, smiling. "Your mother… she was a crybaby."
Misaki stared.
Taichi laughed. "Just don't tell her I said that. But the truth is, she was. She was spoiled and a big brat. Cried over everything, and complained. I would be lying if I said I wasn't angry with her most of the time. But… she changed. She changed, for one person…"
Misaki held her breath. This was it, she knew it!
"She changed for… Yamato…"
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N: Read on! But review first! I'd like to know your thoughts on this!
ENJOY!!
***THE PARENT TRAP: DIGITAL VERSION***
~CHAPTER FOUR: A SUDDEN TWIST~
A haircut and many lessons of life later, Misaki and Miyame stood outside, each waiting for their respective rides as their summer camp experience came to an end.
"Remember that you should answer to Miya," Miyame told Misaki. "Your room is up the stairs and the one on the far right. And you *must* be careful around Taichi. He can read me like a book, so if anyone finds out, it'd be him."
"Watch out for Taichi," Misaki repeated, stroking the silk blouse of Miyame's she was wearing.
"Yeah… but call him Tai," Miyame said quickly.
"As for you, you're called Misa," Misaki said quickly. "Your room is up the stairs and straight down the hallway to the third door on the left. *You* need to be careful around Sora."
"Careful around Sora," Miyame repeated. "OK."
A honking sounded, and they both whirled around to see a pretty woman with a soft smile walk out of a luxurious car.
"Good bye, and good luck," Misaki whispered to Miyame, trying to hide her face. Miyame nodded, and began walking towards the woman.
"Oh Misa," she exclaimed, "how great you look! Did you have fun?"
"Oh yes, Sora," Miyame said, trying to stay calm. "I had lots of fun."
Sora leaned over and hugged her warmly. "I'm sure you want to see your father, Misa. He's at his home here in Tokyo, the one in Odaiba. You *do* want to see him, don't you?" Sora teased.
Miyame nodded, her heart in her throat. "Yes, Sora. More than you'll ever know."
Sora looked at her strangely for a moment, but to Miyame's intense relief, smiled. "When I came here, I used to be homesick, too." She looked straight at the road as she began driving. "But then I met some friends, and we were all happy together."
"Was Fa- I mean, Dad your friend?"
Sora nodded. "Yes, we met there. Along with all the others."
"Who?"
Sora sighed as she stopped at the red light. "There was Jyou… the most reliable person in the world. He's somewhere in Africa, helping the needy… he became a doctor, you know. He just clicked with the job.
"Koushiro is somewhere in California, designing the latest computer chip, or so he says. He never got off his laptop then," Sora laughed as she turned a corner. "He was really smart, always searching for knowledge. Still is, to tell you the truth.
"There was Takeru, your Uncle Takeru. Right now he's at his home in Odaiba, writing heart-warming stories that have inspired many people, and gave them hope. Your dad has a secret stash of his books somewhere; he always did baby him.
"Then there's Takeru's wife, your Aunt. Now, she was lovely," Sora said, sighing. "She was very optimistic, and seemed to shine with a light every time you looked at her. Gave all the people at the charity organizations she works for the will to work hard. Yes, Hikari was a child of light…"
Miyame felt her heart careen to a stop. Her head began spinning, and she jerked her head to look at Sora. "Did… did you say Hikari?"
Sora nodded, swerving to avoid a car. "Crazy drivers," she muttered before saying, "Hikari? Yes, that was her name. We all called her Kari, though. She was a sweet little thing…"
Miyame shook her head furiously. No, it couldn't be… could it? Deciding to take a chance, she said innocently, "Didn't Aunt Kari have a brother?"
To the outsider Sora didn't seem to care, but Miyame's sharp eyes picked up immediately the way she stiffened and how she looked at her out of the corner of her eye. She also noted the flicker of emotion in her expression and the whitening of her knuckles as she grasped the steering wheel tightly.
After a moment of silence, Sora said in a calm voice, only slightly trembling, "Yes, she did. Taichi."
"Taichi," Miyame repeated, eyes wide.
"Yes, Taichi," Sora said, eyes glued to the road. "He was a great guy. Had lots of courage. He cared about everyone before himself. A good friend…"
Miyame understood immediately. Sora had loved Taichi. Perhaps Tai had loved her back; she had noticed the sadness in his eyes that he tried to hide whenever she was around, but she hadn't been fooled.
Sora was silent.
Compassion filled her for the older woman, so she said, "What was my fa… I mean, what was Dad like?"
Sora gratefully answered, "Yamato? Now, he was the rebel. Always aloof and cold to everyone. It seemed to us that he cared only for Takeru, but he cared for us all. There was one person who touched him deeply…" She fell silent.
"Who?" Miyame asked, expectation sending shivers down her spine.
"Her name was… Mimi."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Misaki watched as Miyame turned and waved to her as she drove away with Sora. Part one was complete. Sora hadn't seemed to have noticed anything wrong.
She looked at her pretty clothes again and sighed blissfully. How wonderful it felt to dress like… like a princess…
A horn honked, and she looked up, startled. A tall man with large hair stepped out and smiled before running over to her and scooping her up in his arms.
"Hey Princess Miya," he said teasingly as he kissed her cheek. "How has your majesty been?"
Misaki felt warmth flood over her as she said, "Fine. And you, Tai?"
Tai grabbed her bags and led her to the car. "Oh, fine as I'll ever be," he said lightly. "Other than the fact that some people rather missed you a lot…" he cocked his eyebrows at her as he opened the passenger side of the car. "You first, Princess."
Misaki went inside, and soon she and Taichi were traveling to the airport.
"Your mother insisted on taking you on a shopping spree as soon as you got home," Tai said in a confiding way. "She put off a whole line of clothes just to be with you."
Misaki listened, entranced, as Tai told her everything that had been going on for the weeks that she had been away.
It wasn't until they were comfortably on a plane on their way to New York when Misaki decided to ask about something that had been bugging her all day.
"Tai, did you and Mo… I mean, Mother meet many friends at summer camp?"
At those words, Tai's face became dreamy. "Ah, those were the days, my Princess. Yes, we made many friends." He smiled at her eager face.
"Let's see… there was Izzy. He had an ongoing love affair with his laptop. It was an obsession; he was never off the thing. The purest and truest love there ever was," he finished dramatically.
Misaki giggled.
Tai, as if encouraged by her giggles, said, "Jyou… he worried too much. He made a big deal over small, totally unimportant things, but was strong when big, important things came his way… when he wasn't fainting.
"My little sister Kari… she was too serious for a little girl. Way too mature. Sometimes I wondered if she was my sister at all and not some wise person.
"Then, there was her husband… 'course, he wasn't her husband then, but he is now. Nice little guy. I used to threaten to kill him if he even so much as thought something inappropriate with Kari. Scared him half to death. But Takeru's a good guy…"
Misaki felt as if she had been hit by a truck. "Did you say Takeru?"
"No, I said Britney Spears," Tai said sarcastically. "Of course I said Takeru!"
Misaki's mind raced. Could it possibly be…?
She decided to go and barge ahead anyway. "Wasn't there someone that Kari considered to be a sister?" she asked cautiously.
At those words Tai nearly fell out of his seat. Misaki reached out to help him back up. As he settled in his seat again, he looked at her, hard, for a moment, before relaxing. "Yes, there was such a person."
"Who was she?"
"Her name was… Sora."
Shocked, she stared at Taichi, although feeling as if she had known before. "Sora…"
"Sora was a lovely girl," Taichi said, eyes dreamy and lost in the past. "She used to be a tomboy, but she was quite beautiful. She cared about everyone, loved everyone, gave everyone a second chance…"
Misaki turned her face away from him, eyes wide. Suddenly, it all clicked together. Taichi loved Sora. And with the way Sora would look at an odd moment, her eyes sad and her occasional sigh… she probably loved him too…
Misaki was silent for a moment longer before deciding to venture out with her question. "What was Mother like then?"
Taichi's eyes cleared and he looked down at her, smiling. "Your mother… she was a crybaby."
Misaki stared.
Taichi laughed. "Just don't tell her I said that. But the truth is, she was. She was spoiled and a big brat. Cried over everything, and complained. I would be lying if I said I wasn't angry with her most of the time. But… she changed. She changed, for one person…"
Misaki held her breath. This was it, she knew it!
"She changed for… Yamato…"
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N: Read on! But review first! I'd like to know your thoughts on this!