Eighteen years since Charles and Shao Long reunited at Momosu Academy, eighteen years since they started edging against each other, eighteen years of hostility and vengeance, Charles, now President of the United States, had had enough. The death of Xi Shao Long, current wealthiest bachelor of Asia had been a mere accident. No one pointed fingers. No one interrogated the people. And not a single one suspected it to ever be the President of the US who had murdered the man. Eighteen years into the past, the Game inched to a start. Eighteen years in the past, the princes' interest to luck and board games grew. Eighteen years in the past, Shao Long opened his eyes and wondered if this was death. A few minutes before, Charles opened his eyes and wondered at the irony of his pray being answered. Of all things. or A Charlong time-travel fic