Chapter 3 already, I've never written so much without losing interest.

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Jou, Anzu and Honda barely sat still for the rest of the day, they were far too excited. Even the teacher couldn't calm them down, but not from lack of trying. Eventually he had them under minimal control and got them to be quiet.

Yuugi tried to focus on the class but he had bigger worries. He was doing the right thing wasn't he? He didn't want to drag Yami back here just because he missed him. Yuugi could never be that selfish. But if he did and Yami really didn't want to come back, every time Yuugi would see him he would feel guilty and it would eat away at him. He couldn't bear having Yami feel that it was Yuugi's fault that he was ripped from his rest. Yuugi would rather die than have Yami hate him.

Yuugi tapped the side of his head with his pencil. He couldn't ask his friends to help him decide. It was painfully obvious that they wanted Yami back at any cost but he needed to tell them sooner rather than later. Maybe Ryou wouldn't be able to read the rest of the script and then Yuugi wouldn't have to tell them. What am I thinking? Ryou will finish translating that thing if it kills him.

He gathered up his books and waited for the bell. Yet again he needed to make a quick getaway.

Yuugi not to look to eager for the bell but when it finally rang he was up off his seat before anyone else and bounding down the hallway, the crowd of students flowing out of classes hiding him nicely. Once free of the school buildings he ran as fast as he could out of the school grounds and disappeared down the street, taking little notice of the black limo driving towards him.

In the years that Yami had been gone, Yuugi had grown physically. Although he still held the shortest student award he had filled out and wasn't so scrawny anymore. He was lean, fit and could run surprisingly fast when he wanted too. Something that remained the same was Yuugi's hair. He had given up trying to control it but the most recent reflection incident, at lunchtime, had reminded him how everyone saw him. His resemblance to Yami, of course, was uncanny but Yuugi didn't want that recognition today. He needed space to think. When he arrived home, he rushed up stairs to his bathroom.

And there again in the mirror was Yami staring back at him. Yuugi growled in frustration.

"Yami, Yami, Yami. I'm not you!" Yuugi snapped at the Yami reflection.

The Yami in the mirror narrowed his crimson eyes as if to say the mere notion of that was laughable.

Yuugi jumped, his pocket was vibrating. He flicked his cell phone out. His phone had barely been used over the past month or so, but out of habit he keep it on his person at all times. It said 'new message from Jou'. Jou's message said, 'so you must have been rushing outta school to help Ryou, well told him to meet you at your place. We'll be there soon too. You're gonna work hard, we wanna see Yami soon!'

Yuugi threw the phone out of the bathroom, it hit the hallway wall and the battery popped out of it. He returned to glaring at the Yami reflection.

"Please." He begged Yami. "Stop it."

The reflection changed back to Yuugi.

His hair.

That was the answer.

The one thing that really linked them together now. Yuugi didn't want to do anything drastic, he liked his hair the way it was but he didn't want to be Yuugi Motou today. He ran to his room and picked up a bottle of hair gel that was sitting next to his puzzle. Yuugi's hand lingered over the puzzle. It gleamed of reflected light. He sighed and went back to the bathroom. A whole bottle of hair gel and a change of clothes later he didn't even recognise himself.

He wore a dark blue hoody and dark blue jeans. His hair fell straight down, just longer than his shoulders. Two blonde streaks framed his face and the rest of his hair was black that faded to purple-red at the ends. Yuugi now looked much older than he was. He chanced a look at the mirror and to his joy he found no Yami look-alike staring back at him.

He left the bathroom but stopped by his door. He didn't have long until his friends would arrive, he needed to leave. He grabbed the puzzle and made a dash for the front door. He doubted his Grandpa had heard him get home but he was still careful to avoid him.

Yuugi wasn't even a hundred metres away from the shop when he passed Ryou walking the other way. Ryou didn't seem to notice Yuugi, although the puzzle basically gave him away. Ryou was half reading one of the books that he was carrying. Yuugi kept calm and sauntered along, he was just far away enough to hear Ryou knock on his door and for his Grandpa to tell him that Yuugi hadn't come home yet.

Yuugi turned down a street and changed directions when he saw Jou and co. approaching him, if they looked at him closely, Yuugi knew that they would figure out it was him. He was heading for the park but he knew that would be one of the first places they would look. He walked and walked until he came to the sea, he'd been here a few times before but not enough for anyone to look for him there. Yuugi collapsed on the sand, lay on his back and studied the puzzle closely.

"What to do, what to do." He asked it.

Did he choose to make himself and his friends happy and risk upsetting Yami, or leave things the way they were and risk his friend's anger. Yuugi knew if he decided on the latter, his friends would definitely be angry, there was no doubt in his mind. After having first hand experience of having no one to turn to Yuugi knew he couldn't go back to that.

Was he selfish or selfless?

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Apparently, I like to make characters avoid making any decisions. Well Yuugi's gonna have to decide soon, I can't be bothered dragging it out much more.

When I wrote the straight hair Yuugi I couldn't help but laugh. My vision of straight hair Yuugi is probably way different to the way it came out.

I hope the readers are enjoying the story so far.

Thanks again for those keeping an eye on the story and for the reviews! Reviews are very good for my small ego. Thanks!