The Princess Diaries: Digimon Style
1 Chapter 5: Compromise
Sora stood beside her mother, drying the dirty dishes while her mother washed them. It looked like a peaceful night at home for a mother and daughter.
Then the yelling began.
"For 15 years, you couldn't bother to tell me that my father is a royal?" Sora raged at her mother, full of fire and anger.
"I thought I was doing the right thing!" Her mother responded.
Sora slapped the dirty dishrag on the kitchen counter. "The right thing for who mom?"
"For all of us! I mean, if we secretly divorced, he would be able to find a woman who would stay by his side, and I would be free to live my life with you! I mean, PLEASE. We met in college! Can you imagine me walking one step behind someone for the rest of my life? With rules and regulations and the waving and the bowing? I was scared!"
Sora's face turned bright red. "Yeah, well living with a mother who lied to me for 15 years scares me!"
She picked up a plate with salad on it, and marched to the stairwell.
"Where are you going?" Her mother said, obviously aggravated.
"I'm going to straighten up the royal bed chamber!" Sora snapped at her.
She marched up the stairs, making as much noise as she possible could, jamming and stomping her Doc Marten's hard on the wooden stairs.
Later on, after Sora had cooled down, her mother brought her some soup and the chance to talk.
Sora snapped on her retainer and clambered into her bedroom.
"After the divorce, we all discussed it. Your father and your grandmother both agreed to keep their distance so that you would have the chance of a normal childhood, free of emotional complications. We were going to tell you when you were 18, but when your father died, things changed."
Sora wasn't buying it. She put on a very bored expression and gazed at her feet.
"We wanted to protect you!" Her mother added.
Sora stood up and walked over to her mother.
"Well, I don't feel protected. You try living for 25 years thinking your one person and then in 5 minutes you find out that you are a princess! I mean- just in case I'm not enough of a FREAK already, let's add a tiara!"
Her mother stood up silently, and went by the doors edge.
"Well, drink your soup."
Sora sulked and held her arms. "I'm not hungry."
"Fine. I Love you sweetie."
The next morning, Clarisse was driven in her big black stretch limo to the Takenouchi's house.
Helen Takenouchi was in the kitchen fixing breakfast, while Sora was upstairs, getting ready for school.
The limo pulled up outside the firehouse, as the next-door neighbor, Mr. Robitussen, was getting his mail.
"I've never ridden in a limo, he admitted bitterly to himself as he crossed to the open window. He looked out at the bay, the fog, looming like his pathetic life before him."
"I can't believe I won an Emmy." Mr. Robitussen said as he got out a pad of paper and a pen.
Inside the house there was much more going on.
"I have this favorite photo of Felipe. We had so much fun when we were here in college. He was so full of happiness, always laughing."
A sad moment passed across the Queen's face, but she brushed it off immediately.
"Oh, I remember. Helen, if Sora refuses to accept her honor as princess of Genovia, then our country will cease to exist as it does now."
Helen was startled. "So you mean the future of your country is in the hands of my 15-year old?"
She glanced up at the ceiling, where Sora was in her room.
The redhead stood in front of the mirror, brush in hand. She was trying to attack all the knots that somehow managed to get into her head every night.
No such luck.
The young girl sighed and then paused to look at her reflection.
'God, I am such a freak.' Sora thought as she raised her caterpillar-like eyebrows.
Downstairs, Helen rummaged through a huge box of old memoirs.
"Here it is." She passed the photo of her ex-husband to Clarisse.
The woman smiled, almost as if she could see him alive and well today.
Clarisse cooed in a sweet way. She traced his features with a jeweled finger.
"Felipe was ready to be king. Then. That horrible accident."
Helen gave a comforting smile to the regal Queen in her kitchen.
"Even though it did not work out for the two of us, I loved your son very much."
Clarisse looked up and locked eyes with Helen. Her eyes were slightly glassy, but after a quick blink, they were back to their bright blue stiffness.
"Thank you." She said quietly, and continued to look down at the picture.
In Sora's room, she stood in front of the full-length mirror again. "Well. This is as good as it's going to get."
The teenager sighed, grabbed her backpack and slid down the fire pole, straight into the kitchen.
She gasped at the sight of her mother and her grandmother. She frowned and scowled angrily.
"Oh, it's the both of them. I'm having a nightmare. I'm going back to bed!" She called to the both of them.
"Sora, the three of us have to talk." Her mother pleaded.
"Talk? OK, let's try that. Are you two waiting to tell me that I have a sister who's a duchess?"
Clarisse said in all seriousness, "Well, you have a cousin who's a contesser."
Sora stood still, glared at her grandmother and shook her head in disbelief.
"Yesterday did not go as well as we'd hoped. Will you just listen to your Grandmother?" Her mother asked sweetly.
Sora unscrewed a water bottle and got ready for the speech her Grandmother had probably prepared.
"Sora, in a matter of weeks, Genovia will be having an annual ball. We were, I am hoping that on that occasion I will be able to present you to the press. However you desperately need some instruction. I speak for the entire Genovian Parliament and the royal family."
"And I speak for this family." Her mother cut in.
Sora stood there, like she was glued to the ground.
"Excuse me, but I don't have a family with either of you because you ignored me for 15 years, and you lied to me for 15 years. Families don't do stuff like that to each other."
With that, Sora turned her back and raced up the stairs.
"Where is the child going?" Clarisse asked.
"The tower."
Clarisse was left at the kitchen table. "She has a tower?" She asked, incredulous.
"Please just come down for a little?"
"You know, most kids hope for a CAR for their 16 birthday, NOT a country!"
Helen pointed to Sora's bed. "Just, make yourself comfortable." She said to the Queen.
"This is getting us nowhere! Talk to me!"
"I can't talk right now, I'm late for a meeting with my guidance officer."
"I'm late for a meeting with Spain and Portugal!" Her Grandmother burst out.
"How about, Sora promises neither to accept nor neglect your offer to be royal until this Grand Ball. Now can you both live with that?"
The tower door opened and Sora stared at her Grandmother.
"I suppose I have no choice. But I want not one word of this before the ball! The press would have a field day!"
Sora glared at her. "Duh."
Then, Helen spoke up again, "Well, I guess we'd better not keep Spain and Portugal waiting."
Enjoy? Hope so! I'm still writing!!!!!!!!!!
1 Chapter 5: Compromise
Sora stood beside her mother, drying the dirty dishes while her mother washed them. It looked like a peaceful night at home for a mother and daughter.
Then the yelling began.
"For 15 years, you couldn't bother to tell me that my father is a royal?" Sora raged at her mother, full of fire and anger.
"I thought I was doing the right thing!" Her mother responded.
Sora slapped the dirty dishrag on the kitchen counter. "The right thing for who mom?"
"For all of us! I mean, if we secretly divorced, he would be able to find a woman who would stay by his side, and I would be free to live my life with you! I mean, PLEASE. We met in college! Can you imagine me walking one step behind someone for the rest of my life? With rules and regulations and the waving and the bowing? I was scared!"
Sora's face turned bright red. "Yeah, well living with a mother who lied to me for 15 years scares me!"
She picked up a plate with salad on it, and marched to the stairwell.
"Where are you going?" Her mother said, obviously aggravated.
"I'm going to straighten up the royal bed chamber!" Sora snapped at her.
She marched up the stairs, making as much noise as she possible could, jamming and stomping her Doc Marten's hard on the wooden stairs.
Later on, after Sora had cooled down, her mother brought her some soup and the chance to talk.
Sora snapped on her retainer and clambered into her bedroom.
"After the divorce, we all discussed it. Your father and your grandmother both agreed to keep their distance so that you would have the chance of a normal childhood, free of emotional complications. We were going to tell you when you were 18, but when your father died, things changed."
Sora wasn't buying it. She put on a very bored expression and gazed at her feet.
"We wanted to protect you!" Her mother added.
Sora stood up and walked over to her mother.
"Well, I don't feel protected. You try living for 25 years thinking your one person and then in 5 minutes you find out that you are a princess! I mean- just in case I'm not enough of a FREAK already, let's add a tiara!"
Her mother stood up silently, and went by the doors edge.
"Well, drink your soup."
Sora sulked and held her arms. "I'm not hungry."
"Fine. I Love you sweetie."
The next morning, Clarisse was driven in her big black stretch limo to the Takenouchi's house.
Helen Takenouchi was in the kitchen fixing breakfast, while Sora was upstairs, getting ready for school.
The limo pulled up outside the firehouse, as the next-door neighbor, Mr. Robitussen, was getting his mail.
"I've never ridden in a limo, he admitted bitterly to himself as he crossed to the open window. He looked out at the bay, the fog, looming like his pathetic life before him."
"I can't believe I won an Emmy." Mr. Robitussen said as he got out a pad of paper and a pen.
Inside the house there was much more going on.
"I have this favorite photo of Felipe. We had so much fun when we were here in college. He was so full of happiness, always laughing."
A sad moment passed across the Queen's face, but she brushed it off immediately.
"Oh, I remember. Helen, if Sora refuses to accept her honor as princess of Genovia, then our country will cease to exist as it does now."
Helen was startled. "So you mean the future of your country is in the hands of my 15-year old?"
She glanced up at the ceiling, where Sora was in her room.
The redhead stood in front of the mirror, brush in hand. She was trying to attack all the knots that somehow managed to get into her head every night.
No such luck.
The young girl sighed and then paused to look at her reflection.
'God, I am such a freak.' Sora thought as she raised her caterpillar-like eyebrows.
Downstairs, Helen rummaged through a huge box of old memoirs.
"Here it is." She passed the photo of her ex-husband to Clarisse.
The woman smiled, almost as if she could see him alive and well today.
Clarisse cooed in a sweet way. She traced his features with a jeweled finger.
"Felipe was ready to be king. Then. That horrible accident."
Helen gave a comforting smile to the regal Queen in her kitchen.
"Even though it did not work out for the two of us, I loved your son very much."
Clarisse looked up and locked eyes with Helen. Her eyes were slightly glassy, but after a quick blink, they were back to their bright blue stiffness.
"Thank you." She said quietly, and continued to look down at the picture.
In Sora's room, she stood in front of the full-length mirror again. "Well. This is as good as it's going to get."
The teenager sighed, grabbed her backpack and slid down the fire pole, straight into the kitchen.
She gasped at the sight of her mother and her grandmother. She frowned and scowled angrily.
"Oh, it's the both of them. I'm having a nightmare. I'm going back to bed!" She called to the both of them.
"Sora, the three of us have to talk." Her mother pleaded.
"Talk? OK, let's try that. Are you two waiting to tell me that I have a sister who's a duchess?"
Clarisse said in all seriousness, "Well, you have a cousin who's a contesser."
Sora stood still, glared at her grandmother and shook her head in disbelief.
"Yesterday did not go as well as we'd hoped. Will you just listen to your Grandmother?" Her mother asked sweetly.
Sora unscrewed a water bottle and got ready for the speech her Grandmother had probably prepared.
"Sora, in a matter of weeks, Genovia will be having an annual ball. We were, I am hoping that on that occasion I will be able to present you to the press. However you desperately need some instruction. I speak for the entire Genovian Parliament and the royal family."
"And I speak for this family." Her mother cut in.
Sora stood there, like she was glued to the ground.
"Excuse me, but I don't have a family with either of you because you ignored me for 15 years, and you lied to me for 15 years. Families don't do stuff like that to each other."
With that, Sora turned her back and raced up the stairs.
"Where is the child going?" Clarisse asked.
"The tower."
Clarisse was left at the kitchen table. "She has a tower?" She asked, incredulous.
"Please just come down for a little?"
"You know, most kids hope for a CAR for their 16 birthday, NOT a country!"
Helen pointed to Sora's bed. "Just, make yourself comfortable." She said to the Queen.
"This is getting us nowhere! Talk to me!"
"I can't talk right now, I'm late for a meeting with my guidance officer."
"I'm late for a meeting with Spain and Portugal!" Her Grandmother burst out.
"How about, Sora promises neither to accept nor neglect your offer to be royal until this Grand Ball. Now can you both live with that?"
The tower door opened and Sora stared at her Grandmother.
"I suppose I have no choice. But I want not one word of this before the ball! The press would have a field day!"
Sora glared at her. "Duh."
Then, Helen spoke up again, "Well, I guess we'd better not keep Spain and Portugal waiting."
Enjoy? Hope so! I'm still writing!!!!!!!!!!
