Yes this is Calcifer again! HI!! This is the next chapter. Wow. Okay……yeah I Don't own Yu-Gi-OH! [Sadly]

The next day Yugi and Joey showed up in class two seconds before the bell rang. They both had deep shadows under their eyes and were swaying back and forth in their seats all through class. Finally just as the teacher began talking about Einstein's theory of relativity, Joey fell asleep on his desk and began snoring. The teacher went over to his desk and whapped the wood loudly with a ruler but Joey stayed fast asleep. Finally the teacher dumped her water bottle over Joey's head. He woke up with a start and yelled as he saw what had happened to his hair: it had lost its shape and was a floppy mass all over his face. He ran out of the room screaming for hair gel and a brush while the entire class laughed, except for Yugi who has just fallen asleep on his desk too. Just then the bell rang and they all went to break.

          As they were lounging on benches Serenity saw a tall boy with a green jacket pulled over his head walking towards them.

"Hey guys." The boy inside the jacket said. Tristan, Bakura and Teá began laughing. Serenity didn't know what was so funny as she was not in their physics class.

"Joey? Is that you?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Hey why were you so tired today?" Tristan asked while still laughing.

"I spent the entire night teaching Yugi everything a person could know about baseball."

"EVERYTHING?!" Tristan said sounding amazed.

"Yeah." Yugi said, he also was very tired and looked like he was about to fall over onto the Latin book he was studying from.

"Wow." Serenity said. "That is pretty cool."

"Yeah I guess…….."Yugi said.

"We have our first game this Friday!" Tristan added. "Are you guys coming?" He asked Serenity, Teá and Bakura.

"Yeah! I love baseball." Serenity said, and the others made sounds of agreement.

"Cool! You can all see my stardom!" Joey said smugly.

"Hey, Joey what was the Coach talking about when he said something about you not losing your form?" Yugi asked, remembering the tryout day.

"Oh, in grade and middle school I was the star of the team. I promised him I would be on the team this year too."

"Oh, cool!" Yugi said. "That is really great for you, Joey!"

"Thanks Yug'!" Joey said, grinning. "Well we should get practice I guess."

"Yeah" Tristan and Yugi said and they left with him.

"I wish there was a girl's baseball team." Serenity said wistfully.

"Oh, you like to play?" Bakura asked.

"Yeah, I play with Joey all the time."

On the way there Yugi began talking to Yami inside his head.

"Yami, I stink at running."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Well I could bat and then you could run! You are taller and can therefore take bigger steps."

"Yeah……but-"

"Thanks, Yami! You're a great friend!"

"Uh yeah…..you……are…..too," he said, and to himself, "I HATE organized sports."

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The day of the game was dark and cloudy. It looked like it was going to rain any minute. Joey was searching his room before school, looking for his good luck plastic donut- he had never played a game without it; Yugi was trying to figure out how a baseball hat would fit over his hair; and Tristan was trying to figure out which way would impress Serenity more- his hat backwards or forwards.

          When the boys got to school, a few raindrops fell on their noses. Joey swore.

"If this keeps up, the game will be really hard." he said, and Tristan and Yugi nodded in agreement.

The rain was pretty heavy during the game. Tristan threw great pitches that were hard to hit and Joey did great base work. Yugi [well technically Yami] actually caught a pop fly and was very pleased. The score was close, and it was the final inning. The game was getting tense. The Domino team had to score twice or else they would lose. Tristan got on base and so did another boy. Joey was about to go up to bat; he had hit one homerun that game and had gone around the bases twice. If he could hit a homer now the game would be in the bag. He picked up a bat and did a practice swing. He felt great; they were going to win for sure. He walked up the stairs of the dugout and onto the soggy ground. Suddenly he slipped on a really wet patch and fell on his ankle. He yelled out, but the crowd was so loud no one could really hear him. Except for one girl sitting in the front row.