A/N: Eheh, probably should've thought of better questions to ask. Those were too easy.

As you may (or may not) have guessed, the mysterious 'he' Atemu and Yami were talking about last chapter is indeed Heba (obviously) and he was Atemu's brother (if you didn't figure it out). However, this is all I'm gonna reveal for now. If I don't probe this subject again in later chapters, you may except the prequel after this story is all under wraps.

And now, an awkward, fluffy filler chapter.

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Dinner was an uneventful time. The group ate in the living room, the modern day men and woman sitting on one side while the spirits were on the other. Everyone avoided eye contact for one reason and another.

After finishing the delicious soup, which had no meat in it to fit the needs of the vegetarian Ishizu and Malik, Yuugi had mumbled quiet and praising 'thank you's to Ishizu before quickly getting up and escaping the tense environment of the living room. Upon entering the kitchen, Yuugi took the time to wash his dishes, figuring that Ishizu would probably end up having the tedious task anyways.

Turning the tap on and letting warm water run across his fingers and down the soap cloaked plate, Yuugi let his mind wander, inevitably landing on his two look-a-likes who have been plaguing him since the early morning began. He felt a rush of different emotions hitting him like the water was now, each one flowing too fast to pick out. Annoyance grew once he realized he didn't even know if he liked them or not. Sure, they had their perks, but they also had faults that were hard to ignore.

Especially Atemu. Yuugi thought bitterly, before letting out a sigh that released him of all thought once so ever. The sudden silence draped over Yuugi's shoulders and let a small, serene smile come to his lips.

No, he couldn't hate either of them. Yami seemed sweet and Atemu had his weird sense of humor. Besides, as long as Yuugi wasn't anywhere near a bed alone with him, Atemu really wasn't a threat.

Yuugi paled drastically, the smile abruptly coming to form an awkward expression that looked like a mixed between surprise, disgust, and fear. Thoughts and images of what tonight, the first night that Atemu would - officially - spend with them would bring. Somehow, thinking of himself sleeping next to an obviously perverted man like Atemu made Yuugi want to immediately go back to Japan and pretend none of this had ever happened, even if it meant he'd never get answers for the 'Nameless Pharaoh' mystery.

Brushing that idea away, since it was a very unlikely event, Yuugi mulled over possible ways to get around this dilemma. Kicking Atemu out wouldn't work. Yami probably would want to spend as much time with him as possible now that he's back and there was no way Yuugi would be able to kick the pale spirit out if that was the case. Swapping with another person was probably another 'no.' Who would want to switch anyways?

The water had grown cold by now, and Yuugi was unaware of the pair of eyes watching with concern from the doorway leading into the living room where the faint sounds of metal forks and spoons scratching on glass plates echoed.

"Yuugi?"

Ryou's soft and delicately accented voice snapped the said young man out of his daze, startling him to the point where he almost dropped the plate he was still tightly grasping. His other senses came back in a rush, and he quickly turned the tap off once the cold water registered.

"Uh, y-yeah?" Yuugi stuttered uneasily at being caught drifting through his own world.

"Are you okay?" The small albino scuttled across the kitchen floor and leaned on the counter Yuugi was at. "You seem distracted. May I ask what you were thinking about?"

The tri-colored haired young man waved off the question. "Oh, you know…" His mind fiddled with different ideas on what to say next. "Stuff…" He let out a small, forced chuckle, but the other didn't react other than the lift of a thin brow.

"Sure…" Ryou muttered, crossing his arms much like the way mothers would do to guilty children.

"Eh, Ryou?" A low humming was the response and Yuugi figured he had nothing to lose. "Could we possibly…switch sleeping partners?" His voice went higher than necessary at the end to ask the question, as if it was a question questioning a question…If that made any sense.

There was a slow blink coming from the other and a very pregnant pause before Ryou sighed. "I wish." He gave Yuugi an almost smirk. "But, sadly, it's impossible to get what we want."

At the blank look on Yuugi's face, Ryou continued. "Well, I can't move into your room and shove both Yami and Atemu - since they're pretty inseparable - into my room with Akefia and Bakura. There's no room in there. And we can't make Malik join us so there will be an extra bed, or make them go in there, since Mariku is pretty possessive over our blond friend, even if he will probably be on the couch again tonight. Plus, I doubt any of our new…eh, spirit friends would like the idea of us trying to get away from them."

"Oh." Yuugi breathed out, his mind still trying to process all that had been said. "But what about -"

Ryou cut him off with a small finger pressed against his mouth. "It's better if you don't fight it." And with that, the small albino smiled almost gleefully before promptly leaving the other in a semi state of confusion. A minute passed before Yuugi realized he was still standing and staring quizzically at the fridge. Flushing a bit at the metal image of what he must've looked like if anyone would've came in and seen him, he dried his dishes and put them away.

He skirted the edge of the living room, avoiding eye contact with anyone. As he ascended the stairs, he tried to ignore the burning sensation he knew was someone's, either Yami or Atemu's, stare.

Yuugi was all dressed in a pair of spare pajamas, having just completed the 'before-bed' cycle of his routine. He was now glaring holes into the guest room's bed comforter. Yami sat comfortably on said comforter, his shoulder resting on one of the bedposts as he waited for Atemu to finish getting changed in the bathroom. If Yuugi had been in a better mood, he would've giggled at the sight of the half asleep look the pale spirit held on his face.

As soon as the door cracked open with a small sound of protest, Yuugi muttered the words "I'm sleeping on the floor" and tried to move to get the futon the Ishtar's had around somewhere.

The keyword being tried.

Once the words had left his mouth, two muscular arms slinked around Yuugi's waist and warm breath wafted across his neck. "You're not going anywhere."

Yuugi made a sound akin to a high pitched 'eep' before he tried to escape the other's grip, clawing at the bare arms that tightened at his barely painful attack.

Again, the keyword being tried.

A chuckle made its way into Yuugi's ear and he suddenly found his legs being swept under him as Atemu picked the small man up and pressed him against his tanned, hard, bare chest. Bridal style.

Before further, more painful protests could be made, Atemu swiftly made his way over to the bedside and slide the smaller into the pulled back covers, tucking him in like a mother would.

"Atemu."

The tanned man instantly stilled his hands and glanced over at the stern sounding Yami. The pale spirit was still leaning against the opposite bedpost, although he was now glaring lazily at Atemu with half lidded and exhausted eyes. However, the tiredness did not stop Yami from letting the former Pharaoh know what was okay and what was not at the moment.

Grumbling incoherent words and phrases, Atemu pulled his hands away from Yuugi's body and crossed them tenaciously. Yami simply rolled his eyes and climbed in next to the smaller, who had grown still ever since he had been picked up. It wasn't until Atemu had started to lift the covers to allow himself access into the bed did Yuugi snap out of whatever trance he was in.

He squirmed as both Yami and Atemu's warmth heated up his sides. "There's no room." He complained in a childish whine. "Why do I have to be in the middle?"

Why do I have to be here at all? He left that question unspoken.

He saw Atemu's fingers twitch before the tanned man flipped on to his other side so his back was to the others. "Yami told me you liked to shift in your sleep. This is so you won't fall off the bed." The gruff reply was met by a scowl on Yuugi's face, though he didn't know that.

Yuugi turned to complain to Yami about it, but the spirit was already breathing deeply, indicating that sleep had settled in. Muttering a few curses directed at Atemu and the fact that he was rather comfortable in between the two, none of which the still slightly asleep former Pharaoh heard, Yuugi snuggled his head into the gap separating the two pillows and his vision was filled with fabric white.

Several awkward and sleep opposing moments passed before the smaller felt cool feet rub against his leg. They belonged to Yami, and Yuugi found himself enjoying the coolness like he had that one night before. He saw sleep finally edged its way into the sides of his vision as his breathing deepened.

Before he could fall into the inviting darkness, the bed shifted and he felt rather than saw the arms that tugged him into a warm chest. He was out like a light the moment something wet landed on his cheek.

Mmm…Not really sure whether I like it or not.

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