A/N: Gomen for all those people out there who don't understand this. Mimi and Yamato are the parents. Taichi is Mimi's butler and friend while Sora is Yamato's housekeeper and friend. I know it doesn't sound logical but I thought since both pairs were friends, why not let them live together as friends, bringing up a girl between them? AND NO, THEY DO NOT LOVE EACH OTHER, AT LEAST IN THAT WAY!! Well, enjoy!
***THE PARENT TRAP: DIGITAL VERSION***
~CHAPTER 5: REUNIONS~
Miyame bit her lip nervously as the car turned into the driveway of a large house. She would get to meet her father, finally! After almost ten years of waiting, she would finally see the man that was her father.
Sora turned off the engine and got out. "Misaki, your father is…"
"Where's my Misa?"
Miyame jumped, startled, at the roar, before leaping out of the car, heart thumping wildly. It was *his* voice, she was sure of it…
She watched as a tall, blonde man charged out of the house, midnight blue eyes glittering. He had the smile of a heartthrob but the aura of a rebel. He was incredibly handsome… He was…
Yamato Ishida was more than what she had hoped for in a father.
She stood and stared dumbly as he rushed over to her and snatched her up in his arms. "Oh, Misaki, how have you been? I've missed you…"
She felt the tears sting her eyes, but she knew that the real Misaki never would have cried, so she held them back. "I… I'm fine, Fa… Dad… I missed you too… more than you can possibly know…"
He pulled away and looked over her, grinning all the while. "You've grown so tall, Misa… you make me feel old…"
She stared unbelievingly at him, into the eyes of one who seemed to be almost… immortal. "You? Old?"
He laughed. "Oh, sucking up to your old man now, huh? What did they teach you at that summer camp?"
Quickly searching her mind for a Misaki remark, she answered, "That boys are icky, especially ones that try to peek into the girl's shower room?"
At that, the smile on her father's face immediately faded. "Boys? Girl's… shower?"
Sora, who had been silent up till then, burst into laughter. "Relax, Matt! She was only kidding!"
He did relax, but his expression was still suspicious. "You were kidding… right?"
"The girls got back at them by peering into *their* shower room," Miyame replied innocently, actually starting to get into acting like Misaki.
Yamato stared hard at her for a while before smiling again. "And what did they do for revenge?"
"They turned off the heat," she answered, and her father laughed before he hugged her again.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Misaki stared in awe at the large house… mansion rather, that sat on the outskirts of New York City. No way, even in her wildest dreams, could she have imagined that Miyame lived in something like… *this*. She knew she was rich as well, but her father preferred something smaller than this… larger than a regular house, but not a mansion…
Taichi nudged her, grinning. "Like the remodeling your mother had done?"
Misaki said nothing, just stared.
The car stopped right in front of the door, which was huge, Misaki noted.
Taichi stepped out and opened the door for her. "Hey Miya, your mother…"
"Miya!"
At the cry, Misaki jerked her head up, heart pounding. There was only one person who that voice could belong to… her mom…
She almost choked as her eyes fell on a woman who pushed open the doors and stood at the top of the steps, smiling. She was beautiful, more beautiful than any other woman she had ever seen. She had soft, chestnut hair in an untidy bun, and large eyes, exactly like her own. She had a slender figure with a complexion like a flower…
Mimi Tachikawa was so much more than what she had imagined to be her mom…
Suddenly, she threw herself at her mother, letting out a cry.
"Mo… Mother, I missed you so…"
She felt tears escape her eyes as the woman hugged her back, the comforting scent of lily sweeping through her nose.
"Oh Miya… I missed you too…"
She pulled away, and with soft fingers wiped away Misaki's tears. "Oh Miya, don't cry. We'll have a mother/daughter day, just to ourselves with no reporters or magazine editors… we'll go shopping together… and gang up on Taichi to get his hair cut…"
Misaki couldn't help giggling as Taichi popped up behind them and asked indignantly, "What about my hair?"
"It needs to be cut," Mimi answered lightly. Then, she cried, "Oh, Miya, what a lovely haircut! Who gave it to you?"
"Some friends," she answered. She laughed as Taichi scratched his head.
"Funny," he said, "I didn't notice until now…"
Mimi leaned over and smacked him upside the head. "Of course you didn't notice, Taichi! You never notice anything! You're just as clueless as ever!"
Taichi laughed. "I guess you're right. But, unless I'm mistaken, Mimi, that dress is from last month's line…"
She frowned. "No, Tai, it's from this week's…"
Taichi smacked himself on the forehead, and Misaki looked up at her mother, who smiled and hugged her.
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N: Enjoy? As you can tell, I'm not the biggest fan of Sora, but I guess she's okay. That's why I focus more on Taichi and Mimi. Carry on, please!
***THE PARENT TRAP: DIGITAL VERSION***
~CHAPTER 5: REUNIONS~
Miyame bit her lip nervously as the car turned into the driveway of a large house. She would get to meet her father, finally! After almost ten years of waiting, she would finally see the man that was her father.
Sora turned off the engine and got out. "Misaki, your father is…"
"Where's my Misa?"
Miyame jumped, startled, at the roar, before leaping out of the car, heart thumping wildly. It was *his* voice, she was sure of it…
She watched as a tall, blonde man charged out of the house, midnight blue eyes glittering. He had the smile of a heartthrob but the aura of a rebel. He was incredibly handsome… He was…
Yamato Ishida was more than what she had hoped for in a father.
She stood and stared dumbly as he rushed over to her and snatched her up in his arms. "Oh, Misaki, how have you been? I've missed you…"
She felt the tears sting her eyes, but she knew that the real Misaki never would have cried, so she held them back. "I… I'm fine, Fa… Dad… I missed you too… more than you can possibly know…"
He pulled away and looked over her, grinning all the while. "You've grown so tall, Misa… you make me feel old…"
She stared unbelievingly at him, into the eyes of one who seemed to be almost… immortal. "You? Old?"
He laughed. "Oh, sucking up to your old man now, huh? What did they teach you at that summer camp?"
Quickly searching her mind for a Misaki remark, she answered, "That boys are icky, especially ones that try to peek into the girl's shower room?"
At that, the smile on her father's face immediately faded. "Boys? Girl's… shower?"
Sora, who had been silent up till then, burst into laughter. "Relax, Matt! She was only kidding!"
He did relax, but his expression was still suspicious. "You were kidding… right?"
"The girls got back at them by peering into *their* shower room," Miyame replied innocently, actually starting to get into acting like Misaki.
Yamato stared hard at her for a while before smiling again. "And what did they do for revenge?"
"They turned off the heat," she answered, and her father laughed before he hugged her again.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Misaki stared in awe at the large house… mansion rather, that sat on the outskirts of New York City. No way, even in her wildest dreams, could she have imagined that Miyame lived in something like… *this*. She knew she was rich as well, but her father preferred something smaller than this… larger than a regular house, but not a mansion…
Taichi nudged her, grinning. "Like the remodeling your mother had done?"
Misaki said nothing, just stared.
The car stopped right in front of the door, which was huge, Misaki noted.
Taichi stepped out and opened the door for her. "Hey Miya, your mother…"
"Miya!"
At the cry, Misaki jerked her head up, heart pounding. There was only one person who that voice could belong to… her mom…
She almost choked as her eyes fell on a woman who pushed open the doors and stood at the top of the steps, smiling. She was beautiful, more beautiful than any other woman she had ever seen. She had soft, chestnut hair in an untidy bun, and large eyes, exactly like her own. She had a slender figure with a complexion like a flower…
Mimi Tachikawa was so much more than what she had imagined to be her mom…
Suddenly, she threw herself at her mother, letting out a cry.
"Mo… Mother, I missed you so…"
She felt tears escape her eyes as the woman hugged her back, the comforting scent of lily sweeping through her nose.
"Oh Miya… I missed you too…"
She pulled away, and with soft fingers wiped away Misaki's tears. "Oh Miya, don't cry. We'll have a mother/daughter day, just to ourselves with no reporters or magazine editors… we'll go shopping together… and gang up on Taichi to get his hair cut…"
Misaki couldn't help giggling as Taichi popped up behind them and asked indignantly, "What about my hair?"
"It needs to be cut," Mimi answered lightly. Then, she cried, "Oh, Miya, what a lovely haircut! Who gave it to you?"
"Some friends," she answered. She laughed as Taichi scratched his head.
"Funny," he said, "I didn't notice until now…"
Mimi leaned over and smacked him upside the head. "Of course you didn't notice, Taichi! You never notice anything! You're just as clueless as ever!"
Taichi laughed. "I guess you're right. But, unless I'm mistaken, Mimi, that dress is from last month's line…"
She frowned. "No, Tai, it's from this week's…"
Taichi smacked himself on the forehead, and Misaki looked up at her mother, who smiled and hugged her.
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N: Enjoy? As you can tell, I'm not the biggest fan of Sora, but I guess she's okay. That's why I focus more on Taichi and Mimi. Carry on, please!