May: Regarding to when Tea/Anzu would appear...it's secret but if you know the original storyline of the movie that this was based on...it will not be long for the other to appear...and sides...I only added some extra chapters because I wanted it to be longer than the original plot. So, yeah. Fans of revolution pairing...you have to wait not a little longer. :P


Chapter 14

Yami rushed down the hallway, his head bowed as he couldn't believe the terror he had been through. He knew for a fact that it was not accidental but what could he do?

He's only one commoner among hundreds of noble and royal boys in this school.

He was busy thinking that he didn't notice that he had bumped onto someone and only did so when he found himself on the polished floor on his bottom, looking as undignified as someone in his position-or rather in his shoes.

"You're Yami Mutou, aren't you?" a soft elderly voice asked gently.

Yami nodded. "My sincerest apologies for bumping into you." he said without looking up at the person.

Instead of a reprimand or a scathing remark, the voice let out a loud laugh.

"My boy, there's nothing to apologize for." the voice told him and his eyes widened at the thought. "In truth, I should be the one who should ask for an apology."

"No, it should be me." he insisted as he eased himself of the floor quickly and bowed his head. "It's my fault."

"If that"s how you see it then." the voice remarked after a few moments of silence. "Raise your head, child. It would do no good for a future Lord Royal to bow his head." he chastised gently.

Yami did as he was told and slowly raised his head to look into the kind amethyst eyes of the country's vizier who was smiling at him gently.

"Gra-grandfather?!" he stuttered as he looked at the man in surprise, his eyes wide. This couldn't be his grandfather, is he?

The same gray spiky hair so like Yuugi's and eyes just like his brother's back home.

The vizier let out a soft chuckle. "Yami, I'm not your grandfather. I am Vizier Siamun Muran. Head Advisor to the late Pharaoh Akhenankamen."

"My apologies." Yami murmured. "I was just overwhelmed to see that you look like my grandfather."

"I see." Vizier Siamun nodded as his eyes softened at the name. "Many have in fact told me that a lot of times."

He then smiled up at the boy, pushing the thought away from his mind. "So, where are you heading to? Perhaps you would kindly join me for a short game of chess, yes?"

Yami smiled at the fondness of the older and curtly bowed his head. 'I'm afraid I have to pass the offer, Your Grace."

The vizier's smile waned a bit at the news. "I see."

"If you'll excuse me." the teen implored and the vizier nodded his approval. The latter then watched as the former ran down the hallway, a sad expression on his face.

'Till we meet again.' he thought as he turned on his heel and continued walking down the hallway, hands clasped behind his back. 'Although you would make a rather an excellent opponent in chess.'


Ryou and Marik timidly walked down the hall towards their room, unsure of how to approach Yami who had ran out of the dining hall without any further explanation.

But they knew where the teenager would be. In their room.

"Yami?" Ryou called as he knocked on the door softly. "Are you in here?'

"Yes." a muffled answer came from inside. Ryou turned to look at Marik who had the same expression on his face. Confusion.

The British boy then turned on the knob and eased the door open, and his eyes landed on their friend who was lying on his bed horizontally, arms spread on his sides, his crimson eyes staring into the ceiling.

"Are you alright?" Marik asked from behind the white haired prince, ignoring the look of said prince. Who sauntered over to pull a chair beside Yami's bed and pushed him towards it.

"Ugh!" Yami groaned as he placed am arm over his eyes. "Who am I kidding? I don't fit here at all. I'm like a burp in a symphony."

"Maybe you have to give yourself more time." Ryou advised as he sat down on the side of the bed. His brown eyes forlorn.

"Right, with more time I could destroy the whole school." Yami said sarcastically as he dropped his arms to his sides. "Lord Akhenaden was right. I'm never Prince Charming Academy material." he said as he turned on his side.

"Seriously?" Marik asked with disbelief in his voice as he sat down on the chair. Crossing his legs. "Yami, Lord Akhenaden is Prince Charming Academy material." he said.

Yami blinked at the thought and he sat up in bed and looked at the platinum haired prince. "What do you mean?"

"Oh! I know the story!" Ryou piped in a little bit gleeful. "He was a lottery winner. But no prince ever pictured to become a Lord Royal, not even his brother Pharaoh Akhenankamen."

"Exactly, " Marik agreed. "if Seto isn't in line for the throne, Lord Akhenaden would be no more special than anyone else." he told Yami in the hopes of cheering the other after what he had gone through awhile ago.

"Wow." the crimson eyed teen breathed out as he thought of the possibility of such a royal ever becoming someone nearly as low as him in fhe totem pole but then his mind drifted back to what he had gone through.

"Ugh!" he groaned. "It's not only him. Everyone thinks I don't belong here." and placed his hands on his face.

Ryou and Marik both placed a comforting hand on the other's shoulder, whom to their relief and joy have looked up with a small smile on his face-better than nothing at all.

"All except you guys." Yami assured the two.

Marik was about to say something when they were broken out from their musings by a knock on their door. And he stood up to answer to it to find Mana standing outside with a box in her arms.

The assistant of the headmister beamed at Yami as she looked over at Marik's shoulder and quickly handed the package towards the prince and waving a quick goodbye to Yami, closed the door abruptly.

"Wonder what had got her so worked up..." Marik mused aloud then shrugged as he looked at the box in his arms. "Ohh. Care package." he declared happily then squinted at the name written on the sticker. "It's for you from...Yuugi Mutou?" he said the name uncertainly.

Yami perked up at the mention of his brother and his heart longed to feel the younger's embrace despite being away nearing two days. "Really?" he asked as he turned to look at the prince with a hopeful glint in his eyes.

The prince didn't answer but handed the box to him who eagerly took it and placed it on his bed. Then opened it. And his heart jumped in joy as he saw some letters tied with a rubber band, and his deck of cards. A fond smile escaped his lips as he lifted the all too familiar photo frame and held it out under the lights.

"That's pretty." Ryou commented with awe in his voice as he looked at the child drawing of an old man standing at the porch, with a baby with tri-colored hair and crimson eyes wrapped in a blanket. Hearts decorated the space between the two.

"Hmm." Yami let out as he looked at the picture then up at his friends. "Yuugi loved the story of me being found on grandpa's doorstep."

Marik and Ryou threw each other a look of shock and they then looked at their friend who continued. "I was only one."

The two princes rubbed the lord royal in training's back in a comforting circle.


Mahad raised a fist to knock on Yami's door and found that to his horror and shock that the door was left ajar. He was about to eased the door open and talk to Yami when he heard the teen speak with his friends.

"They're everything to me." he heard Yami say with such devotion and love that he couldn't bring himself to disturb his peace-or theirs for any matter that he decided to leave, a small smile on his face.

Whatever he wanted to talk to the crimson eyed teen could wait.


May: Hmm...wonder what Headmaster Mahad wanted to talk to Yami about? Stay tuned for the next chapter of Prince Charming Academy coming out next Monday.