Parent Trap: Gravitation Style
Do you think penniless 17 year olds could own such things?
(I still don't like it.)
Yare-yare
(Fine. it's m/m. Don't know it? Get the #!&& out of here!)
Don't worry...Draken's on PMS
(Grrr!!!!!!)
Chapter 4
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"Well, you could at least tell why are you so mad at me?" Shura started on their first night at the lone cabin.
"Me? You're the one who's acting high and mighty!" Shuri answered. They both occupy the far corners of the room.
"You can't accept defeat and you humiliated me." Shura answered back.
"You started it, saying we look alike." Shuri looked away.
Shura sighed. "Well, if you're sensitive about having someone look like you. I'm sorry. It's just, I've never met someone that looks identical to me. In New York, most of them looked like my father and uncle. If not for my eyes, I'd say I'm somebody else's daughter."
"Why? Don't you look like your mother?" Shuri asked innocently. Shura bowed her head like she's ashamed or something. "Did I say anything wrong?"
Shura shook her head. "Promise me, you won't laugh, okay?" Shuri nodded.
"Actually, I don't have a mother. I was concieved by a man. But my other father left while I'm just a baby. I grew up with my dad in New York where he's a famous writer. He used to be a novelist here in Japan but I guess when my other father left, he wanted to forget that's why we migrated to the states." Shura's long story. Shuri looked at her like she'd grown another head or something.
"You won't believe this but we have the same story besides the fact that my father is not a novelist but a singer. He stopped when he and my other dad separated. After NG studio closes here in Japan, he built his own record company but he never sang again." Shura looked unbelieving. Shuri somehow sensed what the other is thinking and was afraid to raise the topic up.
Just then, the camp bell rang.
"Hey, dinner time! Maybe we should go back camp and eat." Shuri ran towards the door but Shura blocked it out. "How can you think about food while we unfold something here?"
"What thing? It's just a coincedence that we have the same family background. It's not like your birthday is June 6 (Fu-rin?- D What? You said a date and I gave you one!- A Isn't that Megumi Ogata's birthdate?-D Ho-hum-A) or anything." Shuri rolled her eyes.
"My birthday is June 6. I suppose it's yours too." Shura eyed Shuri as she gasped. It can't be...
"Then it's just coincedence too. Really now, Uesugi, do you actually believe that we can be related?" Shuri spat out.
Shura sighed. Her flickering hope died out. "Maybe you're right. But you see, even if I don't have a mom, I want to feel my other parent's love. He might have left us but I want to feel the touch of his hands. His warmth as he embrace me to sleep. When I leave home for school, my two fathers would be there waving saying 'take care' and 'have a nice day'. And when I got home, there'll be two of them to greet me and ask what happened that day. All those longings, they made me crave for something more. And with you, I see a little hope. That maybe your dad is my dad...but I guess I was wrong. Maybe all I'll ever have is his photo." her eyes were looking straight in the woods, glistening with unshed tears. (Ah...the sap...feel the sap...you should write more sap in my opinion-D --;?- A)
Shuri glanced at her for a second before looking up in the heavens. "I feel that way too. I don't know. I don't really envy the others with moms or better yet, just like me but they got their two dads. I always think that my life with just my dad is perfect but I can't help but be wishful sometimes. That someday, my other father would walk in our door and hug me and dad as he say that he'll never leave us, ever again. But just like you, all I have is his old photo."
"Well, you might just be luckier than me. Your photo might be a whole picture. Not just some photo ripped in the middle right down the bottom." Shura sighed again. Shuri looked at her, shock registering at her round face. She ran towards her box where she kept her personal belongings. "What is it?" Shura asked, confused at the other's action. Shuri then took out a tattered photo.
"This is my other father's photo. My dad gave it to me when I started asking who my father is." Shura's eyes widen. She then ran at the nearby drawer where she put her memory box. She opened it and took out a tattered photo as well. "My father gave it to me when he caught me staring at it. I asked him why do I look a lot like the guy on the picture. He also told me, that the man is my other father."
"Can your picture the other half of this photo? Because like you, this photo is also ripped in the middle..."Shuri paused.
"Right down the bottom. We'll show each photo at the count of three." Shura finished her sentence. Shuri nodded as agreement.
"One."
"Two."
"Three!" and as if fate decided to play...the two photo's matched.
"That's my Father!" Shura looking at the blond haired one at the picture Shuri is holding. "And that's my dad!" Shuri not quite believing she'd actually see his bubble-gum haired father smiling brightly at the other photo. They looked at each other as if realizing something.
"If my dad is your dad..." Shuri broke the silence.
"And my father is your father...." Shura looked back at the photo.
"And we have the same birthdays...We're like...sisters!" Shuri exclaimed.
"Sisters?! We're more like twins!" Shura hugged her twin. "I never thought that there's two of me...I mean two of us...I mean..." words left her as her sister hugged her back.
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"You want to meet dad and I want to meet father." Shuri then turned to her sister, gold eyes glinting. "Why don't we switch then?"
Shura's eyes sparkled. "Switch? I like it! You'll pretend to be me and I'll pretend to be you. We can pull it off since we look exactly alike!"
"Yep! You got it. But not exactly alike..." Shuri tries to hide a malevolent grin.
"What? We've got the same eyes, nose,ears, mouth, hair...." Shura stopped on her tracks as she felt her long hair. She then looked at Shuri with horror on her eyes as she realize, Shuri's hair is 12 inches short.
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"Just relaxed." Shuri got the scissors off the drawer. She used it to cut some papers as if testing how sharp it is.
"Relax?! How can I calm down when my hair is about to be cut off by an eleven year old?!Tell me!" Shura panicking...okay, that's an understatement. She's ghostly pale due to fear.
"Want to procede with the plans or just go back to our respective fathers?" Shuri asked with tones so innocent...
"Fine." Shura rolled her eyes as she recieves a triumphant look from her twin. "I can't believe this..." she murmured to herself as she closes her eyes shut while Shuri did some cutting.
After long agonizing hours...
"There! Not bad, right?" Shuri ask as she shows Shura the mirror. Shura can't believe her eyes. With shorter hair now, you can't tell them apart. Just then, something caught Shuri's eyes.
"What? What's wrong?" Shura as Shuri turned away from the mirror.
"I've got my ears pierced." Shuri answered that gave Shura the fright that topped the first one. "Oh no...I'll not get my ears. Not now, not ever!" She then walked out.
"Then cutting your hair will just be a waste. I can't come to this camp with my ears peirced and return without it!" Shuri followed.
That night, their screams, mainly Shura's, were heard throughout camp.
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"This is the living room and this is the dining room. But we never eat there unless Bhonenkai and New Year. (Most Japanese doesn't celebrate Christmas.) This is the storage room. The studio. Uncle Hiro's room. Aunt Maiko's room. My room and dad's room." Shuri explaining the floor plans of their house in Tokyo. Shura took down some notes as Shuri continued on.
"Uncle Hiro is dad's ultimate bestfriend. He's wise and cool too. If you have any problems you can go to him. Aunt Maiko is dad's sister. She loves to cook and always smiling. Dad, well, as uncle Hiro would describe him 'a hyperactive ball of fire'. But don't disturb him when he's inside the studio. That's his time. He use to sing in a band but they broke up after he got married. Now, he's the president of one of Japan's top recording company so he tends to be busy." Shuri finishes her explanation while showing their pictures.
On Shura's turn...
"We live in this big house. There's the den, dining room, Uncle Tohma's office. Your room, Uncle Suguru's room, the library,, another library but this one can only be used by dad and lastly, the room next to it, Father's room." Shura showing soem detailed floor plans.
"Uncle Suguru doesn't really live with us but he usually stays whenever Dad has some out of town business trip. But he's always there all the time to accompany me. Uncle Tohma, his cousin, is father's brother-in-law. I'm sorry, the only photo I have of him is quite blurred but he's easy to spot at the since he's the only blond besides father in the house. Like uncle Suguru he doesn't stay with us. He's married to Aunt Mika, father's sister who often visits too. Back to uncle Tohma. He's dad's publicist and co-owns Dad's writing firm. He's wise and can be quite manipulative. But he's no match to father. Father is usually silent, typing in his room to finish his newest book. But he often hangs at the balcony after everydays work. They say Father is snobbish and stoic but he's not whenever I'm with him. He tell me stories and talk about his daily life. We talk about just anything whether it be the newest show on t.v. or his latest book. But you know, he never talk about my other dad. All that he said is that he's one annoying brat though I can feel that he still if not love, cares for him" Shura went silent for a minute. She then caught the uncertainty on Shuri's face.
"Hey don't worry. We speak Nihongo to each other so there's no need for you to speak English. " her eyes then caught Suguru's picture. "But I need to teach you something!"
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After three weeks of memorizing, acting and practicing the hybrid-of-hokey-pokey-and-ring-around-the-rosy handshake, it's time for them to depart.
"Remember, you'll find out how they got together. And I'll find out how they got separated. Okay?" Shuri checked.
"Ok!" Shura answered
"Well, wish us luck." Shuri, now dressed in Shura's dress.
Shura, now in Shuri's jeans and shirt handed her passport. "Remember, uncle Suguru will pick you up at the airport. Don't forget the handshake."
"I won't!" Shuri assured.
K then yelled. "Uesugi Shura! Your car is here!"
"Bye then." Shuri hugged Shura.
"Bye. I'll miss you." Shura hugged back.
"I'll miss you too." Shuri let go and run towards the black car. She waved at Shura before going inside. Shura followed with her eyes as the car disappeared down the road. She sighed before turning to the camp bus where it'll drop her to Downtown Tokyo.
"Please...let it be alright."
tbc
Too bad, Draken got sick after the first few paragraphs so she left me. Sorry for some typos since my pc's spelling check is not working right now. I'll beta-read it manually as soon as I finished the next two chapters since I promised Draken some time off. Draken, Get well soon.
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