Chapter 5…well it took forever but it's done. This was delayed due to exams, a phrase of romance evasion and general lack of inspiration and motivation.

I did the first scene over half a year ago, the second scene last month and the rest was written in this week. Needless to say, you may very well spot a development in writing style. Hopefully it's a development for the better, not for the worst.

Please point out any grammar and/or spelling mistakes!

Note: Due to the fact that it's been nearly a year since my last update. I know lots of readers would have lost interest. So if I don't get even one review I'm going to pause this fic and work on my other projects. No need to waste space on the site, right? Of course, if one person reviews I'll try to post at a more regular pace. Afterall, lots of people read fics but don't bother reviewing.

Disclaimer: I do not own CCS or the film The Parent Trap. I do own the writing and any original ideas seen in this fanfiction.

The Parent Trap

Chapter 5

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ami screamed, running down the steps to hide behind Meiling. It has been a week since the twins discovered that they were actually related and five days since they told their fellow camping friends. Currently, Rika, Nikki and Meiling were standing in front of the steps leading to the isolation cabin, Sakura and Shaolan have already gone off together to practise their magic, with a quivering Ami hugging Meiling as if she was a life line.

"Darling! I haven't even touched you yet! Nevermind the needle!" Haylie yelled down the steps, a sterilised needle in her hand.

"A red, piping hot needle which will probably burn off my entire ear!" Ami shouted back, voice shaking with terror.

"Oh for crying out loud! Ami, do you want to meet your dad or not?" Haylie replied, sounding more like the voice of reason Ami usually was. It seems that Haylie's wonderful, inspiring idea was that the two sisters switched places in hopes of getting their parents back together. Both knew that neither parent had had a partner since they had split up and have been wishing that they really loved each other deep down. Rika had all but snorted when she was told this, but considering her parents were divorced and absolutely despise each other, it was not hard to understand why.

"I'm not going to be able to meet my dad if I die from blood lost!" Ami riposted.

Haylie rolled her eyes, "I did not learn every single one of the thousands of rooms in your mansion to have my dream taken away from me!" Haylie took a few breaths, then continued yelling at the top of her voice. "Now be quiet and let me pierce your ears!"

"No!" The three girls looked at each other with a knowing glance. It was fun watching the twins fight but this was the moment they were meant to intervene. "Ah! Hey! Let go of me!" Rika and Meiling ignored Ami's protests and continued to haul her up the steps and into the isolation cabin. They had to practically strap her down onto the bed before she finally gave in, accepting the fact that she will never be able to win against the four of them alone.

/\/--\/\

Tomoyo twisted and turned in her giant bed. She could not rest peacefully, not tonight. After a few more rolls that wrapped her duvet around her she sighed and sat up. The night was warm, soft breezes flowed through the open doors of the balcony, caressing her hair like a lover's touch. There was no moon tonight and she gazed at the bright stars twinkling above. It reminded her of the night it all started, the night she felt she had met the man of her dreams. Foolish and innocent, the best words to describe herself when she was in her early twenties.

It had been such a beautiful evening, much like this one. Exactly like this one. Yet she had been inside, at first anyway, playing a gambling game…

Tomoyo looked at her hand of cards; it was practically perfect. The row of hearts was assuring her victory; there was no way she would lose. She watched as the people around the table slowly placed their cards down on the green velvet, a woman wearing dangling diamonds and an elaborate hat was currently winning yet her hand was nothing compared to Tomoyo's. It was soon her turn and she heard a satisfying gasp of amazement from the other players as she revealed her own hand. The diamond-clad woman looked as if she was just forced to eat a slice of lemon; a plump, round, rich executive next to her was gaping like a goldfish; and a young bespectacled man around her age rose his eyebrows.

A few more people showed their cards but no one's hand could beat hers. She waited as the last player presented his own hands and everyone gasped for the second time that evening. It was exactly the same as her cards, except, instead of hearts, there were spades. Tomoyo couldn't believe it, so close! She had been so close to winning. She sighed and silently sliding out of her chair, stepping onto the deck, not before asking a passing waiter to get her a drink. The wind was not too strong and the air was warm and comforting. She leaned against the railing of polished wood, gazing across the dancing waves.

"Martini, stirred?" a voice said behind her. She turned, expecting to see the waiter and was surprised by finding the young man at the poker table. "I prefer shaken myself."

"My, aren't you the James Bond," Tomoyo replied sardonically, receiving her drink.

"I'd like to think so," her companion joked, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. She laughed. He was rather tall with navy blue hair and intelligent eyes behind oval glasses. Resting his back against the railing he smiled at her, taking a sip of his own drink. "May I have the honour of hearing fair maiden's name?" he asked after a moment of silence.

"If I may acquire the same of you," was the dainty answer. The man grinned in response.

"I'm Eriol Hiiragizawa," he said, holding out his hand.

"Tomoyo Daidouji," she took his hand, ready to shake it. However, Eriol bowed and raised the hand to his lips.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Daidouji," he uttered softly, his sapphire eyes sparkling as he locked them with her own shining amethyst ones.

Tomoyo shook her head. It was no good. Even after all these years she still remembered that night. It was the first night she had seen him. The night her life seemed to change forever.

/\/--\/\

"So, you know what to do right?"

"Yep, try to find out why mum and dad broke up while you ask about how they met."

"Right."

The twins were speaking in Japanese, so Haylie could get a feel for the language and get used to it. Meiling had very bluntly pointed out they'd never pull it off because of the language barrier and their entire group of friends had put their heads together to think of a solution. It was finally discovered that Sakura could use her Create card to create a potion that would enable the drinker to be fluent in Japanese. So that was what they did. Of course, Sakura had all but fainted after creating the potion and vowed to never try that ever again as soon as she regained consciousness. She also promised that the twins would pay her back for this…well, Shaolan promised. Sakura was too busy trying to get rid of her headache.

"Ami Daidouji!" Ruby yelled out, "your limo is here!"

Haylie looked towards the black vehicle, she's never been in a limousine before. It was all so nerve racking. How on earth would she be able to pull off being a courteous young lady?

As if reading her thoughts, Ami reassured her sister with a hug. "You'll be fine."

Haylie nodded nervously, "Say hi to dad for me."

"Say hi to mum for me!"

The two shared a smile and hugged again.

"Ami Daidouji!"

"Coming!" Haylie yelled, letting go of her sister reluctantly and running towards the limousine. She looked at Ruby, hesitated, then enveloped her in a parting hug also.

Ami watched as the limousine drove away slowly, careful to avoid anyone walking in its path.

Lets hope she pulls it off, she thought to herself. Lets hope I pull it off.

/\/--\/\

Kaho snuggled closer to the man beside her. Dawn was fast approaching and they would have to get up soon. She gently brushed strands of stray hair away from his eyes, admiring its unique colour, a dark navy blue. Unwillingly, she thought of a time when she had held hair of rich brown in a very similar way. Try as she might, Kaho simply could not stop herself comparing her current fiancé to her past lover. They both cared for her immensely but there was a distinct difference between Touya Kinomoto and Eriol Hiiragizawa.

Touya was…bossy. He didn't like people telling him what to do and showed it. Their relationship was hot and passionate. She could still vividly remember all the time he had grabbed her shoulders and all but forced his tongue down her throat. Yet there was something addictive about the dominant stance. The way he wrapped his arms around her possessively and glared at anyone who gave her a second glance. Definitely possessive.

She loved the attention, loved how he always made sure she was okay. But the constant checking up he does, the endless days they spend with each other became increasingly annoying. It was as if she had no freedom, she couldn't do what she wanted. Like see my friends, who were only my friends, regardless of their gender.

But Touya didn't understand; any man who was ever near his possession was a threat. Unless he completely trusted them. Yuki for one.

She couldn't take it; so she left.

That was where Eriol comes in. He was sweet and kind. The perfect gentleman and extremely understanding. Eriol Hiiragizawa was the hugs and kisses type. He allowed her privacy and secrets where Touya would demand to know everything in fear that she was cheating on him. Eriol was sympathetic as she sobbed out her argument with Touya. He gave her a shoulder to cry on and assured her that time was the greatest healer.

Yet for all his soft smiles and gentle caress there was something missing. There was no spark between them. She didn't feel the uncontrollable excitement she had before a date with Touya every time she was due to meet Eriol. Never felt a major disappointment when he cancelled a meeting for whatever reason. It was just a secure contentment whenever they were with each other.

Besides, he had already given his heart to another. Kaho brushed her fingers over his cheeks as a pair shining sapphire eyes fluttered open. Her mind's eye conjured up another pair, dark and fiery, loving and needing. As have I.

/\/--\/\

Haylie jumped up onto a chair at the airport, not particularly caring whether she looked like the sophisticated young lady she should be or not. She'll just blame it on the camp's influence, which was partly true.

After a while, she spotted the butler guy Ami had shown her a photograph of.

"Zachary!" She yelled and jumped into his arms.

"How have you been my young mistress?" the butler asked in rapid Japanese. Haylie was grateful for Sakura's potion. She would have had an exceedingly difficult time trying to be her twin if she didn't even speak Japanese.

"Great! Camp was ever so fun," Haylie beamed, forcing herself to act like she's known this stranger her entire life. "How have you been?"

"Wonderful," her new - though he wasn't going to know that…yet - butler replied. "Of course, I missed you every second. Good to see you again, Ami."

Haylie eyed the hand he held out. This was it, the weird freaky handshake thing that she's been practising. I can do this. Or at least she hoped. Having a weird freaky handshake with someone your height was one thing. Doing the same to someone three feet taller than you and have never met you before was another matter entirely.

Steeling herself, Haylie grabbed Zachary's hand and shook it. Outwardly, she was all smiles - inwardly, she was trying to calm her dancing nerves and ignoring any passer-by that stared at them.

After they did their weird freaky handshake thing, Zachary became the composed butler he was paid to be once more and led her towards the exit. As the doors opened Haylie felt her jaws dropped in amazement. Japan was so different from England.

To Be Continued……