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Chapter 20
Solomon heaved out a sigh as he twirled his spoon round and round the rim of his tea cup for the upteenth time this afternoon as he waited for his guest to arrive.
He was restocking his duel monster's merchandise and was about to grab the feather duster lying close to him when he felt his phone vibrated inside the pocket of his overalls. And have known that the message he had received was of dire importance that he immediately forsaken his task and flipped the sign close eventhough it was just lunch time and that kids would soon be out of school and would soon be flocking through his shop to see what was on display and maybe buy a thing or two with their friends to be played along with later.
Including his grandson.
Writing a quick apology to his grandson and left it on the table before making his way out of the door, not before grabbing his house keys and hoped that he would be back before his grandson came home and that this meeting would not take so long.
"Where is he?" he grumbled impatiently as he raised his head to look at the door of the shop for the umpteenth time since he had arrived 2 hours ago, and deciding that he would leave if his supposed 'guest' does not arrive in 10 minutes.
He looked at his watch and groaned at the time. His grandson was already out of school...and likely coming home to an empty house.
Looking up at the sky, he wished that the person hurry up whoever he is. He have a grandson to take care of.
"I apologize for being late." a voice spoke and he frowned as the voice was slightly the same as his. And also with the way the words were injected with the sound and the intention it was for.
He shook his head, a way to appeased the newcomer and assure him that it was alright although he was itching to leave already and deal with this during his spare time.
"You were not late," he chuckled, wincing as his voice sounded a little impatient. "I was just early." He then turned his head to look at his supposed 'guest' who has the lower half of his face covered by a veil of obvious fine quality.. "Although I have an inkling feeling that I know you somewhat, the news that you bring must be that dire important as to forget to introduce yourself."
The other man chuckled as he sat down and waved a hand sharply to the men-his guards Solomon assumed to move a little further back to the other side of the room as likely not to hear what they were going to discuss.
And not in the sense of allowing them space to breathe with such an overbearing force hovering behind them as they discussed some matters which are important to them.
"Well then," the other man began before he took off the veil from his face. "Let me reintroduce myself, I am the royal vizier, Siamun Muran." He then looked at the other straight in the same colored eyes as his. "It's been a long while since we've last talked, Solomon."
"So, where do you think should we start?" Marik asked as they stood around a table in the school's massive library, notebooks and pens scattered on top of the surface as to make it seem to the other students that they were here to study and not to deliberate on a serious matter.
Yami shrugged his shoulders in an uncomfortable manner as he-in his own mind doesn't even know where to begin-where to start his search for the supposed identity of his own father when he doesn't even know who he is or really is.
"Maybe we should look for among the noble ranks here in Egypt," Ryou suggested as he laid a book down on top of the table between them. "There is a possibility that your father might be of noble blood."
"Are you telling me that Yami could be an illegitimate heir to a rich man?!" Marik asked a little too loudly as other students-those who were busy reading into their own chosen fantasies or just plain reading have sent glares to their way as a sign for them to quiet down or choose another place.
The Saudi prince winced at the glares that they were receiving courtesy of him. "Sorry." he spoke, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
The others took it as an apology and went back to their reading.
Ryou shook his head and heaved out a sigh. Sometimes, Marik's way too loud to be even be considered as a teammate when it comes to moments like this.
"Listen," the British prince began, taking them back to where the conversation should have gone if Marik hadn't spread the news far too loudly to the student body. "I'm just stating the possible status of Yami's father as opposed to why Lord Akhenaden hated him-both Yami and his father so badly," he finished then turned to the spiky tri-colored haired youth. "I apologize if it is too harsh for you."
Yami shook his head. "No, it's alright. We are here to deliberate on such matters. I am also wondering the same thing since I came to this school apparently."
Marik scoffed. "I wouldn't say hate, Ryou. More like, despise is the word that we should be applying to this situation. Lord Akhenaden clearly had something against Yami's father with the way that man have against Yami since the beginning of this school year."
"I do think that is already way too establish, Marik." the white haired teen sighed. "But we can't go on not while we can't pinpoint the possibility of whom and where it all began."
"That's the beauty of being adopted," the platinum haired teen commented sarcastically not noticing the impact of the statement to one of his friends. "You don't know who your real parents are that's why the social services gave you to the nearest possible person they could find as oppose to dumping you in with the orphanage never to feel the love of paternal figures in your life."
Yami flinched at that and would have been successful at hiding it if it weren't for Ryou noticing the dismal air that started to hover him like a cloud.
"Are you alright?" Ryou asked softly as he laid a hand on the teen's arm.
Yami just answered with one of his signature strained smiles-he have enough of those nowadays as the ending to their journey is coming to a close as he could already taste the thought of coming back home and see his younger brother again.
Oh, how he missed Yuugi so much. He could almost cry at that.
He just watched silently as Ryou slightly admonished Marik for being too callous with the way he have struck a nerve awhile ago oblivious to what it really meant and how much those words have hurt him.
The blonde have grown up in the royal family-same as most of the students here and have been treated like he is the prophesied king since his birth hence the reason why he looked at the world as he did.
But still, it couldn't be helped that he had been struck by those words no matter how much it was said in jest and not meant to seriously hurt him or remind him that while he have his grandfather and his younger brother, it all came down to it that he have nothing.
That even if he declared that they were his family, it still would not be enough to erase the thought that he was adopted, that wherever he came from was unknowm to everyone save the one person who despised him with a passion.
Lord Akhenaden.
If only he could ask-no, demand from the older man the truth of his identity, he wouldn't be in this situation wondering whether his family-real family have really loved him so much that they risked the thought of leaving him on someone's doorstep.
"I have a hunch," Marik spoke after a few minutes of repairing the dignity that Ryou had triumphantly destroyed awhile ago, breaking Yami from his reverie. "What if we asked Lord Akhenaden?"
Ryou slammed a hand on his face as he shook his head at the idea. "Asking the lord about Yami's father is like pulling teeth. Are you sure you're ready to face the firing squad when it comes to that man's hate?"
Marik shrugged. "I live through firing squads everyday," he said. "It's not like I don't know what that feels when my own father takes satisfaction in ripping his own son to shreds."
"Fine." the British teen replied with a relentless sigh. "But asking Lord Akhenaden should only come as a last resort. I can't think of possible scenarios where we could approach the lord and ask."
"Fine with me," the Saudi teen agreed then turned to their friend who haven't said anything since he had said those words awhile ago that have in all seriousness have imparted a major blow on Yami's part. "What do you say, Yami?"
The crimson eyed teen blinked and shook his head free of the thoughts that were plauging his mind. "It's alright." He then looked at each of their faces. "But the discussion here on this table must not leave this. I don't want to be the stock of everyone sympathising with me if this gets out."
Ryou nodded his head in understanding same as Marik's.
Yami heaved out a sigh and his eyes landed on the book that Ryou had laid down on the table in front of them awhile ago-forgotten in their conversation.
It was entitled: Noble Houses of Egypt through the ages.
And his mind clicked, if there is one thing that Ryou have gotten right, his father is of noble blood. But higher or lower than Lord Akhenaden, he doesn't know.
"I have an idea," he proposed as the two teens looked at him eagerly, anxious of the idea he is about to present. "And I will need your help. Both of you."
Mahad heaved out a tired sigh as he closed the book he was reading and placed it down on the table as soft as he could manage without causing it to sound loudly against his mind in the privacy of his office.
He have asked Mana to search for a particular file that he was curious about and who knows how long she would take to find that particular file when he have sent her out of the school on the orders of getting it as discreetly as she could.
Master Siamun is not in the palace and was catering to an urgent business of his own somewhere in the capital as evident to what his private secretary had told him awhile ago.
When the older would be back, is unknown to them either as the older have a penchant for leaving in indefinte amount of time since the death of the late Pharaoh.
"Yami is not the person whom we thought he should be..."
'What could Master mean?" Mahad thought as his brows furrowed, arms crossing over his chest as he strode over to the window and looked down at the students walking on the school grounds.
He then momentarily turned his head to look at the cream colored envelope on top of his table as a thought crossed his mind.
"This is not the time nor place to discuss such things..."
"Could...Yami be in great danger?" Mahad mused to himself as he placed a hand under his chin in deep thought. "If what Master Siamun fears would come to light?"
He then looked again at the cream colored envelope on the table and made up his mind. If he could save one student with a decision he would make in this moment, then so be it.
Far be it to him to lose his position than let any of his students fall into danger with his carelessness.
Hope that this would help in fulfilling whatever Master Siamun plans to do.
For the first time in years since he became headmaster, a smile crept into his face, a smile of someone who have attained peace after a long sought battle of tension and fear.
'Use this time to find who you really are, Yami.'
Right, this was supposed to start differently and come out differently too. I haven't been in touch with this story as I should have as it is nearing the climax soon enough. But anyway, I do solemnly promise that I will finish one of my stories whether here or in Wattpad before I pursue one of my planned stories listed on my profile.
Anyway, I've never wanted to force anyone to review but for the sake of this chapter, I wanted to find out what you all feel towards this. Then again, I'm not forcing anyone to leave a review.
Just those who felt they should and those who wanted to.
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