A/N: Okay... I know you just want to get on to the story, so I'll shut up now!
***THE PARENT TRAP: DIGITAL VERSION***
~CHAPTER 7: REFLECTIONS AND FLYING HAIRBRUSHES~
Miyame angrily glared at Jun, who was tanning herself on the front porch. How dare she! That was the thought that had dominated her mind these days. How dare she!
Miyame viciously drew the curtains shut, hot tears forming in her eyes. The first moment that she had laid eyes on her father, it had hit her that he and her mother made a perfect couple, and that they should stay together, that they never should have divorced.
She threw herself on the bed and clenched the sheets in her hands. That Jun woman… she was just awful and nasty. It was clear that she didn't love Dad, even though she pretended to. She was just after his money, after fame.
She was glad, though, that Mother was coming with Misaki. She and Taichi had let her know that they were going to reveal all to Mother, and bring her here to Japan. She and Misaki were harboring silent hopes that Dad would ditch Jun and go back to Mother, but they said nothing to Taichi.
A knock on the door caused her to turn around. "Who is it?"
"It's Sora, Misa."
"Come in, then." She heard the door open, for she had already turned back around, and stared unhappily at the misty view through the curtain.
After a long silence, she heard Sora speak. "You're not Misaki, are you."
Miyame turned slowly around. "What?"
"You're not Misaki," the older woman repeated. "You're too… different. Your father may not have noticed, but I have."
Miyame looked at her for a long moment before saying, "You're right. I'm not Misaki. I'm Miyame."
Sora turned pale. "Miyame… I didn't think…"
"The real Misaki is in New York City with Mother," Miyame said, turning back to the window. "We met at summer camp and switched places."
Sora sat down in a chair. "I…"
"Don't worry. Misaki and Mother are coming in a few days to switch us back." She finally turned. "Are you angry, Sora?"
Sora was pale, but she shook her head. "No, Misak… excuse me, Miyame. I'm not angry. Just… shocked… I couldn't be angry with you… I'm your housekeeper… or rather, Misaki's…"
Miyame smiled. "You're rambling, Sora."
Sora smiled too. "You're right, Miyame."
Miyame turned and drew back the curtains slightly. "I hate that Jun woman," she growled.
Sora's voice was disdainful as she moved and sat next to her. "So do I," she said, putting a comforting arm around her. "She used to chase your father around years ago. Of course, at the time, your father just ignored her."
"Did he?" Miyame asked, interested.
"Of course he did. He had Mimi, then… your mother. She was beautiful… no wonder Yamato fell in love with her." She fell silent.
"Why did they divorce?"
Sora turned and smiled sadly. "They fought, Miyame. And to tell you the truth, your father doesn't remember what they fought about."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Misaki nervously stood in front of her mother's room. "Taichi, I don't know…"
He smiled. "Just tell her, Misaki."
She scowled. "I hate Jun Motomiya!"
"Who doesn't?" asked Tai jokingly. Then, he grew serious. "Go and tell your mother, Misaki."
She nodded. "Alright." Swallowing hard, she stepped forward and knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
Misaki stepped in, to see her mother sitting at the vanity, arranging her hair.
She smiled as she saw her daughter's reflection in the mirror. "Oh, it's you, Miya. Ready to go on that shopping trip?"
"Mother…"
"…Any stores in particular?"
"Mother…"
"…Any boyfriends…"
At that, Misaki had an idea. "Mom…"
"… I think that… what did you call me?" Mimi Tachikawa turned and stared at her daughter.
"Mom, I'm not Miya."
"What…" she began, looking confused.
"Mom, Miya's in Japan with Dad. I'm Misaki."
At those words, the woman's hairbrush fell out of her hand. "You mean…"
"Yes, Mom. I'm Misaki."
At those words, her mother stood up and stumbled over to her. Taking her face in her hands, she asked in a choked voice, "Misaki? Is it… is it really you?"
"Yes Mom. I'm your other daughter."
She burst into tears. "Misaki… Misaki…"
Misaki felt tears coming too. "Mom…"
Suddenly, Mimi jerked her head up. "Taichi…"
He stepped in, halfway done with putting on a tie. "Yeah…"
"Taichi, you've been my butler for almost ten years, and my friend for way longer…"
"Yeah…" he said suspiciously.
"… and I trust you…"
"Yup…"
"So you knew that this was Misaki and didn't tell me?!"
Taichi sighed unhappily. "Why is it always my fault? I didn't know until a little while ago, Mimi!"
She looked at Taichi for a moment before hugging her daughter again. "Such a clueless butler… yet I can't live without him…"
"Yeah. Ironing your endless supply of clothes," Taichi said sarcastically.
He had to duck to avoid the hairbrush that was hurtling towards his head.
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N: ---- ---- ----... Do I have to say anything?
***THE PARENT TRAP: DIGITAL VERSION***
~CHAPTER 7: REFLECTIONS AND FLYING HAIRBRUSHES~
Miyame angrily glared at Jun, who was tanning herself on the front porch. How dare she! That was the thought that had dominated her mind these days. How dare she!
Miyame viciously drew the curtains shut, hot tears forming in her eyes. The first moment that she had laid eyes on her father, it had hit her that he and her mother made a perfect couple, and that they should stay together, that they never should have divorced.
She threw herself on the bed and clenched the sheets in her hands. That Jun woman… she was just awful and nasty. It was clear that she didn't love Dad, even though she pretended to. She was just after his money, after fame.
She was glad, though, that Mother was coming with Misaki. She and Taichi had let her know that they were going to reveal all to Mother, and bring her here to Japan. She and Misaki were harboring silent hopes that Dad would ditch Jun and go back to Mother, but they said nothing to Taichi.
A knock on the door caused her to turn around. "Who is it?"
"It's Sora, Misa."
"Come in, then." She heard the door open, for she had already turned back around, and stared unhappily at the misty view through the curtain.
After a long silence, she heard Sora speak. "You're not Misaki, are you."
Miyame turned slowly around. "What?"
"You're not Misaki," the older woman repeated. "You're too… different. Your father may not have noticed, but I have."
Miyame looked at her for a long moment before saying, "You're right. I'm not Misaki. I'm Miyame."
Sora turned pale. "Miyame… I didn't think…"
"The real Misaki is in New York City with Mother," Miyame said, turning back to the window. "We met at summer camp and switched places."
Sora sat down in a chair. "I…"
"Don't worry. Misaki and Mother are coming in a few days to switch us back." She finally turned. "Are you angry, Sora?"
Sora was pale, but she shook her head. "No, Misak… excuse me, Miyame. I'm not angry. Just… shocked… I couldn't be angry with you… I'm your housekeeper… or rather, Misaki's…"
Miyame smiled. "You're rambling, Sora."
Sora smiled too. "You're right, Miyame."
Miyame turned and drew back the curtains slightly. "I hate that Jun woman," she growled.
Sora's voice was disdainful as she moved and sat next to her. "So do I," she said, putting a comforting arm around her. "She used to chase your father around years ago. Of course, at the time, your father just ignored her."
"Did he?" Miyame asked, interested.
"Of course he did. He had Mimi, then… your mother. She was beautiful… no wonder Yamato fell in love with her." She fell silent.
"Why did they divorce?"
Sora turned and smiled sadly. "They fought, Miyame. And to tell you the truth, your father doesn't remember what they fought about."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Misaki nervously stood in front of her mother's room. "Taichi, I don't know…"
He smiled. "Just tell her, Misaki."
She scowled. "I hate Jun Motomiya!"
"Who doesn't?" asked Tai jokingly. Then, he grew serious. "Go and tell your mother, Misaki."
She nodded. "Alright." Swallowing hard, she stepped forward and knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
Misaki stepped in, to see her mother sitting at the vanity, arranging her hair.
She smiled as she saw her daughter's reflection in the mirror. "Oh, it's you, Miya. Ready to go on that shopping trip?"
"Mother…"
"…Any stores in particular?"
"Mother…"
"…Any boyfriends…"
At that, Misaki had an idea. "Mom…"
"… I think that… what did you call me?" Mimi Tachikawa turned and stared at her daughter.
"Mom, I'm not Miya."
"What…" she began, looking confused.
"Mom, Miya's in Japan with Dad. I'm Misaki."
At those words, the woman's hairbrush fell out of her hand. "You mean…"
"Yes, Mom. I'm Misaki."
At those words, her mother stood up and stumbled over to her. Taking her face in her hands, she asked in a choked voice, "Misaki? Is it… is it really you?"
"Yes Mom. I'm your other daughter."
She burst into tears. "Misaki… Misaki…"
Misaki felt tears coming too. "Mom…"
Suddenly, Mimi jerked her head up. "Taichi…"
He stepped in, halfway done with putting on a tie. "Yeah…"
"Taichi, you've been my butler for almost ten years, and my friend for way longer…"
"Yeah…" he said suspiciously.
"… and I trust you…"
"Yup…"
"So you knew that this was Misaki and didn't tell me?!"
Taichi sighed unhappily. "Why is it always my fault? I didn't know until a little while ago, Mimi!"
She looked at Taichi for a moment before hugging her daughter again. "Such a clueless butler… yet I can't live without him…"
"Yeah. Ironing your endless supply of clothes," Taichi said sarcastically.
He had to duck to avoid the hairbrush that was hurtling towards his head.
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N: ---- ---- ----... Do I have to say anything?