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What's My Goal?

Chapter 3

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It had been almost six months since the incident between Yugi and Yami, and Yugi hadn't even heard a word or seen Yami anywhere in Domino. Everyday he looked solemnly out the window, wishing that he would see Yami's figure walking down the streets. But his wish never came true.

Yugi sighed as he woke to the usual sound of his alarm clock. He rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling.

"Well… one more day… a day without purpose," he spoke aloud. Yugi sat up, stretched his arms and yawned. His eyes wandered to the small shiny plectrum- which belonged to Yami- on his bedside cabinet. He missed Yami and he longed to see him again, even if it was only for a few minutes, so he could confess and spill out his feelings for him. Slowly Yugi began to get washed and dressed for his day of work-the work at the Tikki Club. He enjoyed his job, he liked socialising with customers at the bar and sometimes being able to sit down and relax, that was if he had finished his jobs early. But he felt no point of going to work. Now that he'd lost Yami he's lost a small part of himself.

"Might as well go… it'll keep my mind off of things," he sighed once more, making his way down the stairs. Grandpa was busily making pancakes in the kitchen.

"Morning Yugi! How about some breakfast?" he asked cheerily.

"I'm sorry Grandpa, Im not that hungry," he looked at the disappointed look on his Grandpa's face, " So erm… I'll have one just now and save the rest for later." His Grandpa beamed at him, while he put a pancake in a piece of kitchen towel for Yugi to eat on the way to work.

"Have a nice day," he chuckled, as he gave Yugi a pat on the back. Yugi flinched at those words.

'They were the last words Yami ever said to me.' Yugi put on a fake smile.

"Thanks Grandpa," he replied, as he shut the door.

There was hustle and bustle in the streets of Domino as Yami and his four friends attempted to struggle through the crowds.

"Common guys! If we don't hurry we'll miss the sign in!" he shouted over the noise. They finally emerged out the other end of they crowd and began to sprint up the street. They reached the entrance to the club,

"This the place then?" his friend Josh asked.

"Yup" Yami replied, "But if we don't move we won't be able to take part in this thing!" Yami ran into the club and the others followed. They entered a large room with several tables, a magnificent stage and a bar…. Yami looked around in awe and seemed paralysed.

"FUCK SAKE YAMI! It's only a bloody room!" George called as the other three helped him drag Yami over to the sign in table. A small man with a balding head sat at the table.

"Erm… we would like to sign up for the competition," said Yami, not really knowing what to say. The small man squinted up at Yami and stared at him for a moment, until he started talking.

"Ok…… do you have a lead singer or… head of band?" he asked as he began to scribble on a piece of paper,

"Erm… yes… Yami Atem…"

"Right…" the man began scribbling on the paper again before handing it to them, "The competition as you should know is taking part in two days time… since you were last to sign up… you'll unfortunately be the last to sing.," he droned in a mono tone voice. Yami showed his handsome smile,

"That's not a problem sir, as they last is always best," he chuckled. The man, who still seemed to be staring at Yami finally gave a small smile and carried on his prep talk.

"Right… you can only sing one song for your performance… and if you win, you can sing a different song. We won't be prepared to take your choice of song until the day of the competition." He finally finished. The other four gave a small sigh of relief as Yami shook the man's hand.

"Thanks very much sir, this is an opportunity that we would have hated to miss," beamed Yami. They group began to make their way out of the club. Before Yami left, he turned round to look at the hall once more and blinked tears from his saddened eyes.

'I'm living the dream Yugi… I've almost made my goal, but it's just not the same without you. If I saw you again… I would say I'm sorry. Sorry for the way I treated you and not knowing what my goal was at the time… If only you were here to witness this…" he wiped a lone tear from his cheek before finally turning to go.

It was pouring with rain outside, and Yami's band had already begun running down the street with their jackets over their heads. Not even bothering to cover himself, Yami put his hands in his pockets and began strolling down the street. A rushing person bumped into Yami from the opposite direction, who seemed to be looking at the ground and not the view in front of him. As soon as they collided the person dropped a kitchen towel containing the remains of breakfast.

"Watch it mate!" Yami grumbled as he continued to walk on. But then he suddenly stopped and turned to see the person, who was unfortunately now entering the club.

'Was… tha…" Yami shook his head, "God sake Yami pull yourself together," he said as he walked further down the street, Yugi and his past memories swirling in his head.

TBC…

I'm sorry if that wasn't exactly very exciting… but it is sort of a vital part to the story. Please leave your comments and reviews and I'll hopefully update this soon. The latest time will probably be the end of this week. Thanks again! xx