Isa: Oooooooooooooooohhhhhh! But uhm..sorry that took so long people. I was having computer problems and I was away for three days at a camp.

Tea: (from her position tied to a wooden post with straw laid at her feet.) That's just horrible! How could you make me do something like that!?

Isa: Being an author is fun!

Tea: That's not fair! This isn't fair! Where's the justice!?

Sephy: (parades around Tea waving a torch in the air and war paint lines his face.) Ohwee-ohoh-haha-wee! Ohwee-ohoh-haahaa-wee!

Yami: I'm basically dead aren't I?

Isa: MAYBE!

Yami: Crap.--"

Yugi: Wait, there's still hope! This fan-fic's not over yet!

Isa: (chuckles maniacally)

. Yami: It might as well be....YY"

Yugi: Hurry! Insert Chapter Six!

Isa: Can do! Heh....heh....heh....

Chapter Six: Which Kaiba is it anyway?
 The bell rung and the Mouto's sprang from their car in a mad rush to beat the tardy bell. Yugi hopped along beside Yami as he struggled to keep up with his wide strides. Yami set his gaze straight ahead on the courtyard and huffed as his legs pumped up and down.
"Why didn't you set the alarm Yugi!?" he screamed and picked up his pace. Yugi whined as the weight of his backpack began to slow him down.
"I'm sorry! I was just so tired last night! And why do I always have to be the one to get us up?!"
Yami jammed on his breaks and slid around the corner professionally while Yugi continued to just slide into a wall.
"OW! Yami help!" he cried as he tried to raise his head that was smashed into the ground. Yami turned around sharply and sighed. "Oh come on Yugi! We're going to be late!" The pharaoh raced to his hikari's side and lifted him up with two powerful arms and the two began to race their way to class. Yami slammed open the door while Yugi scurried to his seat and sat down, Yami following moments behind him. Joey and Tristian blinked as the tardy bell hollered it's doom.
"We....we did it," Yugi managed his lungs heaving from the effort of gaining lost oxygen. Yami laughed shortly and slapped palms with his lighter counterpart.
"Yes...we did." he gasped and Tea leaned over from her spot behind Yami.
"Good thing you guys did too, Report Cards are handed out this period."
Yugi instantly got control over his breathing and his eyes stretched to exceed their normal length, (A/N: And trust me, Yugi has pretty big eyes....).
"Hey that's right! Oh....suddenly I feel sick...." He slumped down into his seat with his hand resting placidly on his stomach. Yami narrowed his eyes.
"Why? You worked hard, don't worry Yugi your efforts will pay off, watch."
All heads turned to the front of the room as their history teacher stood up, a handful of papers stacked neatly in his hand.
"These are your final grades for this quarter mmkay?" he announced and began to thumb through them, "Now these should be in alphabetical order so just take yours and pass the rest on mmkay?"
"Mmkay," Tritsian remarked sarcastically as the stack was handed to him first. His paper was selected from the pile and he relinquished the rest to Joey over his back. Joey sighed and accepted them false-heartedly as his name appeared at the top of the next page.
"Straight D's again.......man, who knew school had to be dis hard?"
"Hm...Better luck next time old boy," Bakura grinned waving his own report card above his head, "I actually got a C this time!"
"Congratulations." Duke said dryly and flopped the papers on Yugi's desk. The seventeen-year-old shuffled through them quickly, anxiety swelled up within him as he passed the H's, then the L's, and finally the M's.
Mouto Yugi grade level: 12
East/West Heritage: A
Biology III: B
Spanish: A
Reading: A.
"All right!!!!" Yugi practically jumped out of his seat as he read over his results, "I only got one B! I'm gonna make it this Thursday!!!!!"
"That's great Yugi!" Tea smiled and stared at her report. "Hm....one A two B's and C. Well that's not horrible I guess."
"Hey, if it's betta den mine, it's good," Joey nodded sharply and turned to Yami who stared at his sheet of paper blankly, "Hey what's da matta Yeahma? You look like you've just seen a ghost."
"This.....can't....be...." Yami whispered, "this is impossible! This can't be mine!"
"What? What's going on?" asked Yugi and he tilted his body over Yami's shoulder to read his grades. When he did, Yugi's eyeballs almost jumped out of their sockets and he screamed.
"AAAAH! Two C's a B and an A! Yami how could you!?" he screamed and Yami shook his head back and forth franticly.
"No! No, this isn't mine! There's no possible way it could be mine!" he protested and Duke looked over the name.
"It says 'Yami Mouto'," he informed, "and I don't think there are many of those in this school."
"This is insane!" Yami screamed and Tea shrugged mildly.
"Well maybe you should study harder next time Yami."
"I did study!!!!! I don't understand this, I passed all of my tests, turned in all my work on time.....WHY ON EARTH DO I HAVE A C IN THIS CALSS!!???"
Yugi waved his hands in the air to try to calm Yami down. "Hold on a minute Yami, maybe Mr. Maki just made a mistake, that's all. Why don't you go talk to him?"
Yami exhaled strongly and began to pull himself together. "Talk to him....right....I'll make him fix this...." He gruffly stood from his chair and trotted over to where Mr. Maki was stationed at his computer.
"Uh....Mr. Maki?" Yami began, "I have a question about my grade? I think you made a mistake."
The teacher looked up as Yami passed his report card to him. "Hm...let me see....says here you have a 'C'."
"Yes I know it says that, but I don't understand how."
"Well let me check my file here mmkay?" Mr. Maki's finger tapped lightly on the mouse as he worked his scroll bar down the page. After a few moments of searching and looking over his data he replied,
"Well here's your problem Yami, you got a 60% on that last test I gave you and you have two missing assignments. That's what brought your average down mmkay?"
"That, is absurd!" Yami shouted in outrage, "I know for a fact that I turned in all of my work, and I didn't get a 60! I got a 95!!!!!"
Mr. Maki shrugged. "Well if you can prove that to me by showing me those three items and they are as you say then I'll change your grade mmkay?"
"What? Uh...." Yami hung his head towards the floor and his thumb ran over his other fingers in a fist, "Uh....I don't know if I have those assignments anymore. I...think I...threw them out."
"Well then I guess you're just between a rock and a hard place hu Yami? Until you show me those papers I can't do anything mmaky?"
Yami glanced up. "B-but Mr. Maki....I'm a good student you know that....can't you just take my word for it?"
"Sorry, I know your a good student Yami but so is everyone else, If it took your word I'd have to take everybody's and anybody can say they passed a test mmkay?"
"But-"
"No, I'm not going to talk with you on this subject anymore unless you show me those papers, mmkay?"
Yami gritted his teeth. "Yes sir....."
He glumly skulked back to his seat and slumped down in it. Yugi raised an eyebrow in pity and asked how it went. Yami sighed.
"He won't change the grade unless I show him some proof. But I don't have those papers anymore!"
"Well then sucks to be you," Bakura teased, "luckily Ryou's mother doesn't pay any attention to me!"
"Yeah, and there are reasons for that." Tristain replied and later shivered.
"Hey look on the bright side Yeahma," Joey said sitting up, "dere still passin' grades, maybe the old man will still let you go."
Yami turned his report card paper around and stared miserably at the results. "I doubt it, but it's worth a try....."

Solomon Mouto didn't seem half impressed. As Yami knew he wouldn't. He just stared up at his grandson's dark half with skeptical eyes and raised eyebrows. Yami pretended to be interested in the unique layout of the floor tiles and Yugi sat on the arm of the couch swinging his leg over the side.
"I don't think those are really his grades, Grandpa," he spoke up, "I mean you know how Yami is, he always gets good grades and he's still passing...."
Yugi trailed off as his Yami shot him a glare. "Please, Yugi, I can explain myself," he turned to the old man seated across from him, "I am positive that those aren't my real grades. I think the teacher's made a mistake."
"All of them?" Solomon repeated still not convinced, "well did you go up and ask them about this?" The report card was held up in the air and Yami nodded firmly.
"I did, but they strongly refused to change them. I even looked at the computer files myself and saw the results that would cause me to have those grades but I know I did not get those scores! Somebody must have changed them....or something...."
Solomon let loose a short chuckle. "Ho, ho, Yami. You really think someone would be that cruel? Come now, no one is going to change a student's grades, besides that's impossible. I'm sorry but you'll just have to do better next time. And you can study this Thursday night."
Yami and Yugi's eyes widened in unison. Both of them couldn't believe this was happening. "What!?" the pharaoh screamed and Solomon nodded slowly.
"But Grandpa.....he is still passing....." Yugi tried again and his grandpa looked him in the eye while Yami steamed off in the corner.
"I know, Yugi. But you're right, Yami is a straight A student and I expect much better from him. Maybe if he struggled in school I would except this, but he doesn't so he fails my inspection."
"This is insane!" Yami exploded, ".....you, you can't tell me what to do anyway! I am NOT your grandson and you are no legal guardian of mine at all. So I don't have to do what you say!"
Yugi blinked. "Yami...."
Solomon stood up and rolled Yami's report card into a paper cylinder and jabbed it into his chest. "You respect your elders boy. You may be some almighty pharaoh, but as long as you live under my roof in my house, you'll play by my rules. Otherwise I can kick you out, understood?"
Yami gritted his teeth. Respect your elders indeed, Bah! I bet I'm 10x's older then you!!!!!! Though his thoughts portrayed one message, his mouth said another.
"Yes, sir."
Solomon straightened. "Good. Now, you two behave while I fix us some dinner." The hikari and Yami watched the old man stride off into the kitchen and Yugi glanced up at his counterpart in pity.
"I'm sorry, Yami. I believe you, though, if that accounts for anything."
Yami blinked and his anger was momentarily forgotten. "Believe me on what?"
"That someone could have changed your grades. Though I don't think it could have been a teacher, maybe someone who doesn't like you?" Yugi suggested. Yami sighed. "That's kind of a long list abu. I mean you have, Malik, Yami Malik, Yami Bakura, Tea now I suppose though I don't know why, Bandit Keith, Noah Kaiba- "
"And Seto Kaiba." Yugi finished, "wow, I bet that's probably the biggest one right there. But I don't think ether of those people could have enough computer knowledge to do something like that. Other then the Kaiba's of course."
"That's true, but would Noah or Seto really be that childish? I mean if Kaiba wanted to get back at me, he could challenge me to a duel or beat the crap out of me, or something."
Yugi nodded. "Yeah, but both Kaibas know they can't beat you at duel monsters, they've tried it. And.....I don't think Noah would call you out in front of the courtyard to pick a fight with you. And he is a freshman after all......" Yami blinked and stared down at his hikari. "Are you saying that it could be Noah who changed my grades?"
Yugi shrugged. "Maybe....I don't know. But it's the only thing I can come up with. We should at least stop by the Kaiba Mansion just to ask."
Yami rolled his eyes. "Oh yes, let's just waltz up into enemy territory and ring the door bell. Noah will answer the door and we'll smile and say, 'Hello Mr. Kaiba, how are you doing this fine evening? Say we wanted to ask you a question, did you change my grades? No? Ok, thanks, sorry to bother you.'" Yami glared at his friend lazily, "please Yugi. Even if did do it, do you actually think he's going to admit to it?"
"Well fine we'll do it the hard way!" Yugi shouted and hopped off the couch. "Look, if Noah is the culprit, that little two faced brat would never keep it to himself. Especially not when he knows Kaiba hates you as much as he does."
"Go on..." Yami probed and Yugi continued.
"He's bound to brag about it to Kaiba, so if he we sneak in and keep our wits about us, we might actually be able hear some of the conversation. And then we'll know."
"Ok, but how do we prove it if we hear something?"
Yugi grinned widely and crossed his arms over his chest. "With technology. I don't suppose you've ever herd of a tape recorder before, have you?"