May: Chapter 9 is up !

Drew: Yay…

Brendan: You sound sleepy again.

Drew: Yeah…

Brendan: DO NOT FALL ASLEEP.

Drew: Why ?

Me: Because Brendan's jealous that May kissed you yesterday.

Drew: MAY KISSED ME ?! (blushes)

Brendan: Why you little… !!! (trying to punch Evil)

Me: You know if you punch me I won't be able to write my next chapter which contains some shippy moments of you and May… ?

Brendan: (gasps and sits down meekly) I'll be a good boy. I promise.

Me: Um, you do know that I was just joking, right?

Brendan: (gasps) Okay, I'm going to punch you.

Me: Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. I didn't say that the shippy moments of you and May would be in chap 10 but they are in chap 11.

Brendan: Repeat my 4th dialogue today.

Misty: I feel like hitting you with my mallet.

May: Drew fell asleep again. (snores coming from behind her)

Ash: May…

May: Don't you dare.

Brendan: Xdrewmay74X does not own anything in this story except for Drew's parents, Eva, the teachers, the other royal adults and the old couple who took care of Drew for a few years… Enjoy chap 9 !

Chapter 9: Real Parents

His Majesty Prince Drew of France,

I hope you are doing well. His Majesty the King sends his humble apologies for sending your dear brother over to America, where you are currently studying. Everyone here at the Kingdom is grieving for the loss of your dear brother, His Majesty Prince Matthew of France, who is now in jail in America, I suppose ? Do not be surprised, my young King-to-be. ( I hope you are not offended, for you are only fifteen this year ) His Majesty Prince Paul of France has already sent the report of this week's events.

Based on your last letter addressed to His Majesty the King, I have received some important information, that is asking you to come back as he now, with great reluctance, allows you to take up swordsmanship. But, in return, he fears that Prince Paul is not suited to be heir to the throne, and asks for a replacement. One of your friends, probably. However, as you might guess, he must meet the suitable conditions. The following request need not be fulfilled, but you are still asked to bring back a princess (or two), (one of whom) is to be the heir to Her Majesty's throne.

Kindly ask your dearest cousin, His Majesty Gary, to come back to France as well. The King fears that his superior talent in archery might become a little rusty.

If you would, please send my warmest regards to Isabella and Edward for taking care of you, yet again.

I look forward to your return, as does His Majesty the King. You will be able to talk His Majesty Gary into returning to the Kingdom, am I correct ?

I am deeply concerned for your safety in America. I can never tell what might be going on in that mischievous mind of yours.

Yours Sincerely,

Butler Arnold

May stared at the letter. This had to be a practical joke. If it was, Drew was going to get it from her. If it wasn't… well, then she would question Drew about it.

She yawned sleepily and shoved the letter deep into her drawer where Dawn kept her cosmetics. If Drew found them missing, he would never look in there.

Feeling pleased with herself for thinking of such a good hiding place, May grabbed her sky-blue towel, and treated herself to a long, hot bath in the tub only to hear angry knocking on the bathroom door five minutes later.

"MAY, IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME BACK MY TOWEL THIS INSTANT, I SWEAR I WILL KICK A COMPLETELY NUDE DREW INTO THE BATHROOM WITH YOU !!!"

May shuddered at the thought, her eyes wide with horror. "I'm don't have your towel, Dawn," she replied loudly.

Dawn seemed satisfied, and May assumed that she had gone to look for Drew and beat the light out of him if he had taken her towel.

May sighed, giggling. "That Drew has no idea what's coming to get him," she said to herself.

Well, truth be told, Drew had taken Dawn's towel after all. A few seconds later, May winced as she heard a loud 'crack'. Ouch.

May wondered which one of his bones that could have been. Her question was followed by a shocked yell.

May stretched and let out her pokemon before stepping out of the house to get some fresh air.

She bent down and fingered a blade of grass wet with dew. It reminded her of the time she and Max had been asked to pick up stones in their backyard. It had been a competition – who could pick up more stones.

A small teardrop fell, joining the dew on the grass, eventually rolling off the smooth surface of the leaf.

May smiled at herself for a few seconds before brushing the next tear off her cheek before it could join the next one on the ground.

Her glaceon jumped into her lap as she sat down on a tree branch outside the house. For a while, she sat thinking about what she would have been doing now, on a beautiful Sunday morning, if her family hadn't been taken by that fatal car crash.

It was then that she finally remembered the letter that had been left in Dawn's cosmetics drawer. She jumped off the branch hastily, her glaceon almost falling on its back in shock.

The young girl dashed into the house, flitted up the stairs, and rummaged Dawn's drawer. Thank goodness the wannabe model had left to do some shopping. May would have to make sure that she put back everything in exactly the way Dawn had left them, or else she'd be in trouble.

May managed to pull out a slightly crumpled piece of paper from the drawer, and sighed in relief. She then arranged everything in the drawer precisely in the order Dawn had kept them, and bounced out of the room gleefully.

"Drew !" May called, "Lettuce head ! I need to talk to you for a sec !"

A very irritated Drew emerged from the kitchen, rubbing the back of his head. Was he cooking with his head or something… ?

"What ?" he grouched, still rubbing his head.

"May I please know what this is ? A practical joke ? Today's not april fool's, you know," May stated, pretending to be annoyed.

Drew opened one eye sleepily and caught sight of the letter. He immediately shot up straight like an arrow, and grabbed the letter from May.

"A valid explanation ?" May prodded, starting to get impatient.

"You caught me," Drew mumbled, shaking his head, "You finally got me."

May looked at him questioningly. What the heck of nonsense was this idiot talking about ?

"I'm back !"

Drew ignored Dawn's enthusiastic greeting and walked over to the phone, dialing a number May did not recognize.

"What's up with sour-face ?" Dawn asked May, curious.

"I don't know," May replied, "but he's been a grouch all morning. Even so, he looks more serious now than grouchy. Weird."

"Hello. Is Ash Ketchum there ?"

"Ash ?" Dawn prodded May for an answer other than her usual 'I don't know'.

May barely shrugged.

They waited for a few minutes while Drew muttered something inaudible to Ash.

The next thing the girls knew he was calling Paul.

Once he finally put down the receiver, he sighed and turned to face the two girls at his side.

"Start packing. We're taking the first flight to France."