I'm What?
By theladyknight
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or the Princess Diaries.
A/N: Okay, chapter 5...Sora explains how she found out everything, and there's some Soratoness at the end. There's also a bit of Spanish in here but translations are behind it.Sorry if they're wrong, I haven't had a Spanish class in over two months, but my next one is in...damn it, two weeks! Also I invented a last name for Sora's father. So, read, review and enjoy!
MiniMoose: Thanks! I have no idea where I came up with the food combination other than those are three foods I figured could spoil in a refrigerator without too many people caring!
blondie121147: I don't think it is possible to cross-breed an alligator with a poodle—they just sounded like complete opposites and it sounded like something Tai would come up with. His character is so much fun to write; I get to make up a bunch of stupid odd things!
crazyamzy: Thank you! I would probably throw up too if I ate all that Tai did!
SilentStalker: Thanks, my mom usually pulls me away from the computer too. Dumb parents...LoL!
sorato4eva: Glad your arm doesn't hurt! Glad u like it!
Chapter 5: Of Revealed Secrets and Life Changes
Tuesday October 16 My roomI have finally calmed myself down enough to write. Where do I start? How about the way my father brought to my knowledge my name is not Sora Takenouchi but really Sora Isabel Anamaría Takenouchi Olivarez, Princess of Prince Phillipe's Isle? That's not something you tell your daughter over sandwiches and a soda. So right now at 12:30 this morning, while I'm sitting here under my covers writing by flashlight, I'm going to explain exactly how it happened...
My dad's plane touched down at 8:00 a.m. yesterday morning at O'Hara Airport. Now, on most Monday mornings, I would be sitting in Health class listening to my teacher lecture about God-knows-what, but because of the large amount of snow, school was cancelled.
Dad called half and hour after he hand landed, requesting I meet him at his uptown snazzy five-star hotel. He informed my mom, he refused to talk to me over the phone, which I think is pretty rude, his driver Antonio would pick me up at 9:00 sharp, and I must be dressed up nicely. Now, I'm a jeans and slicks kind of girl. I own a couple of skirts and dresses but rarely ever wear them. Hoping he wouldn't be too angry with me for not wearing one, I threw on my nicest pair of khaki pants and a shirt my Grams bought me last summer. I threw on my watch, and after saying goodbye to my mother and Mr. R.my story gets betterbut I'll explain that later, I walked outside, waiting for my dad's driver to pick me up.
I wasn't expecting anything too spectacular. I mean when most people come to visit Chicago or basically any place, they just get a cheap old rent-a-car that can take them from site to site without breaking down. So my mouth fell open when pulling up in front of me and stopping, was a freaking humongous black stretch limousine with the flag of Prince Phillipe's Isle dangling from the radio antenna. Wow doesn't begin to describe it. The limo shut off, and a tall beefy man climbed out of the driver's side.He, I assumed, was Antonio.
He held the door open for me yet my legs had basically turned to jelly, and my brain had shut up. My dad has lots of money, yes, I knew that, but I did not expect him to send a limousine to pick me up. "Vamanos, por favor! (Let's go, please!)" Antonio coughed.
"Sorry!" I apologized as I climbed into the vehicle. "Gracias!" He shut my door and walked over to the driver's door, got in, and took off. If I thought the outside was spectacular, it did not even begin to rival the interior. I sat upon plush leather seats amid coolers filled with every sort of soda imaginable, a portable DVD player along with nearly thirty DVD's, and so many more features I cannot even begin to describe.
The limo drove through Chicago's downtown, passing all the familiar spots. Five minutes later, we pulled up in front of one of the nicest hotels in town that I had never been to before. What can I say, dad never comes to visit here and quite frankly, why would I need a hotel room to stay in? If I wanted to run away from home, which I have done before but I'll not get into that story now, I would not have enough money to even tip the doorman!
Antonio put the limo in park and rushed out to open my door, "Go in, señorita. Your father awaits you." He bowed, though at the time, I didn't realize why he would; I just thought he was being nice. Antonio drove off to park the car leaving me standing on the front doorsteps with no idea what to do other than to walk into the hotel.
I should have known it wasn't going to be easy from the very start. My first obstacle happened to be the doorman. "Where are you heading, missy?" he asked as I approached the open doors.
"Oh," I answered, "I'm supposed to meet my father, Haruhiko Olivarez."
"Haruhiko Olivarez," He repeated blinking over and over again "is your father?"
I stared at the man who appeared to be in his early forties. "Yeah." I replied slowly.
The man still had his gaze on me, and it was starting to make me feel a little uncomfortable. I coughed trying to get him to look away and thankfully succeeded. "Wow..."
Wow? I scratched my head trying to understand the significance of the word. However, considering I knew absolutely nothing of my royal stature, I failed miserably.
The doorman pulled something out of his pocket that turned out to be a camera. He spotted an elderly couple and asked the wife to take our picture. "That's alright miss, isn't it?" he asked nearly loosing his hat in his excitement.
"Okay..." I replied puzzled. This guy is definitely off his rocker.
"Great. Cheese!" he exclaimed as the disposable camera flashed, and the picture was taken. The doorman hugged the camera to him like a mother would hold her child. "Thank you so much, little lady. I hope your business with your father goes well!" he exclaimed, gesturing for me to finally go through the door.
If that confrontation wasn't bad enough, next I had to deal with the very grouchy hotel manager. I stood in front of the reception desk waiting for the manager to come over. "Excuse me, miss." She answered in a snotty tone. "You must be at least eighteen to book a room, and you don't appear to be over twelve."
"I'm sixteen." I responded through clenched teeth. This girl reminded me an awful lot of Jennifer...
"Could have fooled me." The woman answered with a sneer. "Now if you would please be on your way out the door. There are other paying customers behind you." I turned around to see a line forming behind me.
Here's where my temper got the better of me. "Look, lady, I was told to meet my father here in his room so could you kindly tell me where he's staying."
"I am unauthorized to disclose that clandestine information, little girl. I hope you understood that." She smirked again as though thinking I was stupid. "Now leave."
This time it was I who smirked. "I am disinclined to acquiesce your request, lady. Check a thesaurus if the words were too big for you."
She fumed. "Why you! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't call security tokick your scrawny little rear end out of this hotel forever!" she threatened.
"I'd say she has a good reason." The accented voice of Antonio boomed. The manager shrunk back, obviously knowing who he was and also apparently very afraid of him. I could see why. Antonio didn't look like someone you would want to mess with if a situation got sticky.
"Oh, Señor Antonio," she rambled, "is this girl with you because if I would have known that..."
"Silencio!" Antonio ordered. "Her father asks that she be granted permission into this hotel whenever he or her grandmother requests of her. Is that understood, ma'am?"
The manager gulped. "Yes. I'll make sure she's never bothered anytime she needs to come into the hotel. Sorry for any inconveniences."
Antonio led me to the elevator and pushed the button for the top story. Figures, my dad must have the most expensive room in the whole hotel. "So, Antonio," I started trying to make some sort of conversation. "You were pretty, uh, commanding back there. Thanks."
"It is my duty, chica, and I always do what your father commands me to."
It's a good thing I know Spanish because he keeps lapsing into it every five words or so. He seems like a serious dude. "So, do you have any nicknames, Antonio?"
"No." he responded hastily.
"Tony?"
"No."
I tried again. "Anthony?"
"No."
"Err, Ton?" He shook his head.
"Tonio?"
"No."
"Yo?" I tried. This dude appears to be a little dull.
"Yo?" he repeated. I flushed; I didn't think it sounded that stupid. "Antonio is what I go by." He proclaimed as the elevator finally reached its destination. "Venga, su padre tiene que dirigirse a usted. (Come, your father has to talk with you.)"
Antonio knocked once before opening the door to my father's suite. He held the door open for me before giving a bow to my father. "Su hija (your daughter)," he stood up and my father, decked out in this really regal ensemble I had never seen him wear before. Antonio turned to me and bowed. "Princesa" He proclaimed before leaving the room and shutting the door so we would not be disturbed.
I walked over to my father. "Why to Antonio just call me princess?"
Dad chose to ignore the comment and went on about greeting me. "Sora, it's good to see you." He smiled, hugging me. "There's something I need to tell you." I studied my father carefully. Obviously there is something he needs to tell me; otherwise he would have flown thousands of miles and refused to talk to me over the phone! Do I seem a bit hysterical; I wonder why! "I think you had better sit down." He added, motioning to a chair.
"¿Pap�, what's going on?"
My father remained standing and began to pace around the chair I was occupying. "Sora, am I correct to assume your mother recently informed you of my bout with cancer." I nodded so as not to interrupt him. "Well, being that it was in the place that it was and considering I had to get the cancerous section removed..."he trailed off as his face turned bright crimson, but I really couldn't blame him, "what I'm trying to say is I am no longer able to have children."
"You're not getting married are you?" I couldn't keep myself from interjecting.
"No!" Dad exclaimed quickly. "Please Sora, let me finish. Don't interrupt." I gave him another nod to signify that I understood. "As I was saying, if I ever chose to get married, which at the moment does not appear will happen anytime in the near-distant future, you are my lone offspring and lone heir."
"Heir?" I covered my mouth. "Sorry." Offspring is one thing, but heir? Where's he going with this?
"When I get old and unable to fulfill my job duties, you will be the one to take over for me."
I gave my dad a quizzical look. "Um dad, that's touching and all, but what are you getting at exactly. You've never told me your job. About the only thing I know about Haruhiko Olivarez is that he is very rich and does something in the government."
My father looked uncomfortable and bit his lip, a sure sign something was up. "Actually, hija, my name is not Haruhiko Olivarez." This is some sick joke. Some twisted prank my parents decided to pull on me; that's it. Of course his name is Haruhiko Olivarez, what else would it be? "My name is Santo Ricardo Haruhiko Olivarez, King of Prince Phillipe's Isle. And with that said, hija, it is time to tell you who you are and who you have been your whole life: Sora Isabel Anamarí a Takenouchi Olivarez, Princess of Prince Phillipe's Isle." He paused, letting me soak it in. His whole 'no talk' policy flew right out the window.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN I'M A PRINCESS?" I roared loud enough for people down the block to hear.
"Language, Sora, language." That was something my father always chided me about. But was I in a mood to listen to him; hell no!
"This is all some kind of sick joke, that's what it is. Well, you know what Dad, I'M NOT LAUGHING. Why don't you just take back the whole thing right now?"
Papá had finally sat down across from me and looked up at me with wide eyes. "No, hija, es verdad (no daughter it is true). I am not jesting with you. You are what you were born to be, princess and heir to the throne of Prince Phillipe's Isle."
"If I'm princess, why didn't you tell me sooner? I'm sixteen, damn it! You mean to tell me you have been hiding this secret for sixteen years? Does Mom know?" My dad only nodded which added more fuel to my already dangerous fiery mood. "What the hell was your reason for not telling me. I cannot believe this! Everyone I came into contact with at the hotel knew I was a princess YET I DIDN'T! HOW CAN YOU JUSTIFY THAT?"
My dad cringed at my raging anger. "Sora, please, sit back down, and I'll answer all of your questions. When I'm finished, I'll give time to scream and holler and bicker, whatever you feel like, at me. Now please sit down."
To this moment I'm still surprised I actually did what my father asked me to. "Fine." I huffed, folding my arms.
"Okay Sora, your mother and I have kept this from you for so long because after we split, she and I both assumed I would get married and have other children who would eventually become the king or queen of the island. We wanted to keep you out of the limelight. Just because I didn't claim you as my heir doesn't mean I love you any less. I have wanted to tell you, just so you wouldn't be left out in the dark forever, but your mother and I agreed we wouldn't inform you until you were eighteen. We thought it was for the best. The people at the hotel know I am the king but must have assumed you were a princess upon learning I am your father."
"But still..." I forgot his warning and interrupted.
Dad held up a hand and gave me a warning glance. "Sora, it was so hard to not let it slip every time I saw you, but it had to be done. I'm going to be staying in town for the next week and a half and would seriously like you to consider your new position. You do not have to make your decision now."
"What do you mean?" I asked suddenly, not understanding what he was getting at.
"Because I don't want to force you into something you don't want to do, I'm offering you to abdicate your role as Princess."
I stared at him dumbfounded. "You would let me do that, Pap�?" I asked.
He smiled at me. "Sora, I love you more than you know. I would never want you to do, or be forced into doing something you don't want to. But I would like you to think about this carefully, and in the end I know you'll make the best choice." He stood up. "I have to attend to some business in the next ten minutes. Antonio will drive you home and anywhere else you need to go. Tell your mother I say hello, and I'll see you tomorrow."
"Adios, Papá." I said, hugging my father with a new sense of respect for him.
"Adios, mi princesa pequeña (Bye my little princess). Oh, Sora, there is one more thing I ask of you: do not let anyone know you are a princess. They will most likely think you are lying or will immediately spread it around, which is last thing we want to happen."
"I understand." He smiled at me before giving me one last hug and opening the door. Antonio immediately approached and after receiving his instructions, beckoned me to follow him.
On our way out we passed the bitchy manager and overenthusiastic doorman, finally reaching the limousine. Antonio and I rode in silence all the way to my apartment. "Thanks, Yo." I sighed as he opened the door for me and I ignored his correction, it's Antonio.
The rest of my morning and afternoon, after a much similar debate with my mother, was spent in my room wallowing in self-pity, not feeling able to write my feelings in here. At 7:30 my mom left for her date with Mr. R., though she had seen plenty of him over the past few days. When I got home from the Ishidas, I found Mr. R. on the couch with his boxers on! EWWW! He had slept over "on the couch" according to my mom because they were snowed in after coming back here after ballroom dancing. I had blocked that thought from my head and hadn't remembered until now.
With all the traumatic issues I had faced today, I had every intention of taking a nice hot bubble bath. In fact, that is exactly what I did. I had the wholeplace to myself and was going to take advantage of the silence to get rid of my horribly large migraine. I definitely feel overwhelmed and exhausted.
Unfortunately, someone decided to interrupt my one moment of sanity in a crazy day. I wrapped myself in a gigantic towel figuring it was Meems, who had mentioned she might stop by. But it wasn't Mimi.
My face turned bright red, and I clutched the towel around me tighter as I looked up into a pair of gorgeous eyes. "Y-Y-Ya-Yamato." I stuttered, "What are you doing here?"
Yamato's eyes slowly trailed up and down me before he turned away looking as red in the face as me. "Sor!"
"Um, come in. I'm gonna go change." I whispered before dashing off to my room to throw on my blue pj pants and white camisole. Oh my God, what is he doing here?
I walked into the living room where Yamato was sitting on the sofa. "I'm sorry." I began as I sat down across from him on the floor.
He held up his hand. "Don't be. It's my fault. I interrupted you."
"I've just had a very stressful day."
Yamato grinned his heart-melting smile at me. "Sounds like you could use a backrub—takes all the stress away, 100 guaranteed or else." He answered, getting up and walking over to me.
I blushed before giving a small nod. I have to be dreaming. As Yamato's strong hands gently massaged my upper back, I pinched myself. Ouch, it's not a dream! "You're pretty tense, Sora.You wantto tell me what's wrong?"
I melted into his relaxing touch. "As long as you promise not to tell anyone."
"I'll take it to the grave." He joked. "Seriously, though, I won't tell anyone." I launched into the story of my mom dating my MA teacher, the fact my dad was in town, and the fact he had left me with some serious things to think about. "How serious?" Yamato asked fifteen minutes later still massaging my back.
"Life-altering and sworn to secrecy serious." I responded as he finished. "Wow, Yamato, I do feel a lot better."
"That's good." He responded. "Though if the results weren't 100 up to your expectations I would have to find some way to make it up to you..."
Oh my God; was he hinting at something? He couldn't be trying to ask me out. NO WAY! "Oh really," I managed.
"Yeah," he answered looking down at me. He turned me around to face him. My foot stepped on something, stopping Yamato from saying whatever it was he was going to. "Oh, there's the reason I came over here in the first place." He said gesturing to the notebook I had stepped on. "You left that at my place."
"Thanks." I responded dumbly.
Yamato offered his hand to me as he stood up. "I'd better head back. Mom and Dad'll be wondering what's taking me so long." I reached for his hand suddenly feeling very dizzy. Yamato caught me as I began to fall. "Sora! You're burning up; are you sure you're okay?" he asked as he felt my forehead.
"I think I'm just a little overwhelmed and tired from everything that's been going on."
"That sounds pretty reasonable. What you need is some sleep. Can you walk?" he questioned. I nodded and began to take a step before feeling dizzy once again and collapsing back into his arms. "I take that as a no." he chuckled.
The next thing I knew my arms were wrapped around his neck as he picked me up. "Just direct me." My head leaned back against his chest, and I felt my face heat up more than it already was.
I pointed the way as he pushed the door open to my room and turned the light on. I sighed, very happy there were no dirty clothes, particularly undergarments on the floor. Yamato carried me over to the bed and pulled back the covers, placing me under them, tucking me in.
"Here you go. Now get some sleep. You're worn out."
"Thanks." I whispered back as he brushed my bangs away from my face and pulled out his cell phone.
"What are you doing?" I asked trying to sit up, only to be pushed back down.
He smiled at me. "Calling my parents to tell them I'll be late. I'm not leaving till your mom's back." I blushed once again.
"You don't have to."
"Sor, you know as well as I do that once I set my mind to something, I usually don't change it."
I smiled at him and shut my eyes in defeat, falling into a peaceful slumber. I awoke at 12:00a.m. to find Yamato gone and note with the words—Get better soon. See you at school tomorrow, Yama.
Though knowing I should've been sleeping, I now had plenty of inspiration and was in the mood to write everything down in here...
A/N: It's long again, I'm sorry...I've got a bad habit of that, don't I. Oh well, you know the drill, please review!