A/N: Yet another chapter of Reflection. I hope you enjoy it. This would have actually been out last night, but for some reason, wouldn't let me go onto any part of my account. It was rather strange. Thanks for the reviews. And I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or the character, plot, anything. Please review.

Reflection
Chapter 7: Horrific Finish

His mind was completely filled with nothing but images of everything that had happened just a few hours before. It felt like nothing could make him think of anything other than the moment of Yugi admitting he was gay to their mother, Seto storming out of the room, his mother begging him with everything she had to not be like the rest of his family. And of course, the moment where he had ruined all of his mother's hopes that he wasn't like the rest of them when he yelled at her and left just like Yugi, Mokuba, and Seto had all done before him.

"Atemu, you absolutely have to stop zoning out and focus on the here and the now, not the past, you bastard. I brought the drinks here because every single one of us knew that the dinner would most likely turn out horribly, and it did. Now, just drink some of it, and forget for a little while that you were just kicked out of your house, or that you left, either way," Bakura tried to convince him, shoving a beer can into his hand.

"Look, I would much rather stay sober tonight, even with the rest of you most likely getting drunk. Who exactly knows what type of crazy stuff I would do, especially being so damn angry at that bitch right now. Plus, you're around. I don't feel like finding out about whatever would happen by watching a video on the internet," he refused.

"Well, suit yourself then… lover boy."

Atemu's best friend laughed at his own joke before standing up from the kitchen counter and going to join the rest of the people on the couch, where most of them were watching TV and drinking. It was getting progressively more and more frustrating as the events from earlier kept running through his mind, refusing to leave him alone. Had leaving his completely hysterical mother there on her own been a smart idea? Well, there were pros and cons to the idea. The pros were that this would hopefully be a huge eye opener to her about what the world was really like, and if he didn't, he doubted that he'd ever see his twin again. The only con was that she had been crying, and whether she was a bitch or not, you needed a good, solid, legitimate reason to leave a crying woman.

"Mou hitori no boku, do you want to come join us over on the couch? Bakura had been right about focusing on what's happening right now instead of what happened earlier. She had needed to know all of that and it's never good to keep stuff like that away from her, whether she's truly crazy like that about it or not," his younger brother tried to explain, sitting down beside him.

"Then tell me, why did she act like that? That wasn't just any old fit, Aibou. She would have acted like that whether or not it had been one of her good nights or if it had been one of her bad nights. I can tell the difference between a fit and her actually freaking out," he demanded, his eyes glued to the table.

"I have absolutely no idea and I truly doubt that I ever actually will have an idea. She's been like this for as long as any of us have ever known her, way before either of us was born. And it could be a wide variety of elements that apparently just keep making it worse and worse than it already is. Eventually though, it'll be worse than this and she'll probably even end up hurting someone other than herself."

"Yeah, I – I know all of that."

A hand was cautiously placed overtop of Atemu's and he looked up to see the small understanding smile of his Aibou. That simple little touch was all it took to get rid of all of the negative thoughts of what had happened earlier that evening away, back to the far corners of his mind, where they would most likely come back from to haunt his thoughts some other day. The amethyst eyes of his younger brother hypnotized him, trying desperately to draw him into bliss, where he had never before dared to roam. But how much did he truly wish to do just that? A lot that was for sure.

"So, are you going to come sit on the couch with me now? Bakura and Malik are getting more and more drunk as we speak, and I doubt that you want to miss that show," Yugi suggested.

"Of course I'm going to. Who would want to miss something as amusing as those two getting drunk together? They may have not done this since Bakura was in high school but it's always been an excellent time to laugh at them, and to get blackmail on them at the exact same time," he replied, standing up.

Another soft smile was thrown towards his direction but as Yugi stood up from his own seat, their hands fell apart and the moment was ruined. The lack of contact was immediately despised and if Yugi had been anyone but his younger brother, he would have snatched back the hand that had just been stolen from him. If only things were different than how they were now.

"So, now, who is going to turn off this damn boring basketball game and then turn on some real music so that the real party can start sometime soon? Do I have any willing volunteers? No, then I say that this job is best suited for Jono!"

"No way man, you're standing, so do it yourself."

"Hey Bakura, just who is that guy, Malik, that you brought over here earlier? I've been wondering that all evening because for some reason, I think that I've heard his name somewhere before but I just can't seem to remember where. Oh and how do you know him?" Jono tried to ask as quietly as he could manage.

The white haired man looked up at him from where he was sitting on the floor, with another drink in his hand. It took the man a couple of long moments for it to process but soon a disbelieving look was on Bakura's face.

"You don't know who that annoying twerp is? He's the son of the art store that hired the other little twerp a few days ago. That bastard has been really good friends with me and Atemu for the past few years now, even since his first year in high school. Well, he's been friend with mostly me but still. Why do you ask?" Bakura half yelled over the music, which had randomly gotten louder in the past 15 seconds.

"I was just wondering."

Jono started to wonder if his words were starting to slur together, or if it had just been his imagination. They probably were, he was fairly certain that he was drunk by now. Not that if really matter if he was or wasn't, seeming he was pretty sure that all of them had been drinking. Or maybe not, he couldn't remember anymore. He started to forget what he was thinking about and soon his mind was lost to all of the things that were happening all around him. Was that Malik and Atemu grinding to the music in the kitchen? Who on Earth kept changing the damn volume on the music? Why did Bakura look to damn happy just sitting on the floor. He downed yet another can.

"Hey Jono, are you feeling okay? You really don't look that good right now," Yugi asked him, appearing out of nowhere.

When had Yugi gotten here? Wasn't he at that weird family dinner with his bitch of a mother and some other family of his? Maybe Yugi had been lying to him about the dinner even happening. Oh, he didn't have a fucking clue anymore.

"I got here a few hours ago, you idiotic drunk. And why would I lie to you about going to a dinner that I left a whole 5 hours ago now?"

Oh shit, had he just been saying all of that out loud? Eh, it didn't seem like that big of a deal, he would have said that exact same thing anyways. At least he could now forget about the events of the past few days, with no need to worry about… something. He forgot again.

"Jonouichi, I really think that you should go get a glass of water right now, and not drink anything else for the rest of the night. It's only about 10:30 PM and you're already completely wasted. You'll be glad that you did in the morning too."

"No fucking way" was the only thing that he was a hundred percent sure that he said. He quickly glanced up to Yugi's amethyst eyes which immediately made him think once more about the blonde that had so heartlessly betrayed his trust. Another can was quickly emptied and deposited on the ground beside him. He refused to think about that any more than he already had.

"Can you please do this for me?"

"But Yug' you really gotta let me cope with this shit. Ya know that I'm no good at dealin' with these types of things on the best of days? So, why the hell would that start now? Let me forget about Miss Pretty Eyes, okay?" he slurred.

"Listen to him, okay squirt? A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, and that's never going to change. Not that I think you'd understand something like that because I'm pretty sure that you're a bottom," the white haired man tried to explain.

"Alright, fine then, do what you want to do. Just try to remember that you're the one who will most likely regret drinking every last one of those cans in the morning. Bakura, you and Malik are going to regret this too, but still," his best friend commenting, before storming off someplace or another.

He really didn't care anymore, that guy was completely capable of taking care of himself and so was he. And he barely noticed as Bakura got up from off the floor, obviously searching for something that was more amusing. Why should he care about some guy he had only met a few times before? Yet another can was emptied, and there were many more cans where that one came from. This was all he truly cared about tonight.

He wasn't completely sure what he was actually doing right at that moment, though he had the vaguest idea of what everyone else was doing. Atemu and Malik were doing so dirty dancing in the kitchen for who knows what reason, Yugi was off pouting about one thing or another in his bedroom, Jono was having a pity party with his pile of empty can, and Ryou was sleeping on the recliner in the corner of the room. He was really enjoying this music though, so he didn't really give a shit about just what he was doing.

A familiar voice pulled him out of his nonexistent thoughts. "Hey, do you want to dance with me, Bakura? Atemu just left me saying that he didn't want to dance with a drunken man anymore. Do you care about dancing with a drunken man like he does?" the Egyptian tried to ask him.

Huh, so that fool had finally realized that he was making a complete fool of himself in the house… apartment… whatever of the love of his life. Oh well, it wasn't his problem.

"I would absolutely love to dance with you, Malik. And why the fuck should I care about you being a drunken man? I'm a drunken man too, right now," he answered, laughing.

The tanned man immediately flung his arms around Bakura's shoulders as if his life depended on it, only to be subtly pushed away about half a foot. For some reason, this didn't seem like as good of an idea anymore. However, Malik didn't seem to get the hint he was giving and grabbed a hold of his hips, grinding into them in rhythm with the song. He couldn't resist the temptation, not at the moment at least. Maybe he would have been able to if he hadn't drank so damn much. It only took him a couple of moments to get lost in the music again, and he soon forgot who he was dancing with.

"You're one damn good dancer," Malik whispered once the song was over, his lips resting right below his ear.

"Of course I am, bastard," he replied with a lazy smirk.

Within a couple seconds another song started, one with a heavy beat and a quick tempo. The dancing, or rather grinding if he was specific, also started again with the music. How many times before this had they ended up in this exact same position, without another thought in the world, other than the sound of the music? Too many to count, because this had happened at least every Saturday back when he was in high school.

His thoughts began to wander, never once staying in one place for more than a few seconds. It made him wonder for a brief moment if his subconscious or something was trying to hide something from him. It would be something that was very important to him and something that he wasn't supposed to be forgetting about, no matter if he was drunk or not. Sort of like boring math homework that he could never remember until he was told to hand it in. Only something more important because math homework was horrible and he didn't want to remember it.

A particularly hard grind wiped his mind completely clear of all and any thoughts that had been going through his mind just moments before. The only thing that filled his mind at the moment was the feeling of those hips grind against his own, making him let out an annoyingly soft moan.

"Huh, what was that I just heard, you naughty little boy? Just how much are you enjoying something like this?" Malik taunted a smirk on his lips.

Bakura didn't even dare to answer the question in fear that the only thing that would come out of his mouth would be a moan or something just as embarrassing. But all the other man took that as was permission to continue the grinding plus even more. Which he was exactly what he was doing. He was suddenly pushed against the wall, with a leg forced between his own. The music was quickly forgotten, and the leg started to move, rubbing itself against his now obvious hard on, and making him gasp and moan once again.

"I bet you absolutely love this, don't you, you dirty little slut?" Malik asked, placing a light kiss on his collar bone.

And then the Egyptian raised his mouth off of his collar bone, kissed him right on the lips, and a tongue skillfully made its way past his lips into his mouth. A horrified gasp in the background finally brought him back to his senses of where and who he actually was. And even more importantly than either of those at the moment, just who was staring right at him.

Ryou lay half awake, curled up on the recliner in Jono and Yugi's apartment. He wasn't exactly sure what had woke him up at all but it had most likely been the horribly loud music. It made him wonder just how he had fallen asleep in the first place.

It looked like it was already about 1 or 2 in the morning, at the very earliest, although it seemed like very few things had changed since he had first fallen asleep. The music was still obviously blaring, and Jono was in the exact same place, the only difference being that the pile of empty beer cans was now bigger than the pile of full ones. The blonde man had thankfully passed out already, and he was sure that he wouldn't wake up again until late morning arrived, or whenever someone started to cook something. The rest of them weren't in his sight, or at least, he couldn't see them from where he was sitting on the recliner. A moan and a gasp brought his attention to what was happening on the other side of the recliner, and he hesitantly started to sit up, curious as to whom it could be.

"I bet you absolutely love this, don't you, you dirty little slut?" a barely familiar voice asked, from the same direction.

It only took him a single second to scramble from the couch once he realized what was happening, completely horrified with what his eyes were showing him.

Three seconds for the burning sensation in the back of his eyes to start kicking in, much to his embarrassment.

Four seconds for Bakura to attempt to push a very drunk Malik off of him, once he realized just what was going on.

And it took five seconds for him to start sprinting out of the apartment, seeking the comforts of his new room.

"Ryou, please, wait for just a moment, and let me explain what just happened!" Bakura pleaded, as he stumbled after him.

The so-called boyfriend of his was completely ignored as he sprinted the short distance to his apartment, suddenly glad that he had once again accidentally left the front door unlocked. By the time that Bakura had made it to the front door of Jono and Yugi's apartment, he was already in his own, with the door locked. He immediately let his body fall to the ground, with his back leaning against the door. Tears were now freely falling down his face by now, and he made no effort to hold them back.

"You – you idiot, can you please hear me out, at least? Oh well, I don't actually know if you can hear me right now, but if you can, please don't ignore me," Bakura asked, almost politely.

He froze up, unable to comprehend just what Bakura was talking about. Why would there be any reason to explain what he had seen? It had been completely straight forward.

"I – I'm drunk and I truly didn't mean to do that to you. Malik had asked me to dance, and I wasn't thinking quite right, and I really should have known better than to accept when I know what Malik's like when he's drunk. I'm so sorry, I'll never do anything like that again, as long as you accept me back. Please, Ryou, I'm begging you to forgive me," Bakura finished.

Ryou stayed completely silent for a moment, knowing that he couldn't forgive him, net yet. He wasn't ready to accept Bakura's apology, not so soon after everything that had just happened in the last few minutes. And he knew that it would only make it worse when he wasn't ready yet.

"No, Bakura, I can't do that, not yet at least. Not when you just completely betrayed me just a few minutes ago. I – I need some time to figure this out, so if you could leave me alone for a few days or so. It might even be a few weeks," he forced out, knowing that Bakura could hear him.

He didn't get a single word in response, and it took him a moment to figure out that Bakura had done exactly what he had asked him to do. The older man had left him alone to figure out the mess that his feelings had become. Even if the only thing that he really, truly wanted right at that moment was the man that he had just asked to leave. He truly wanted Bakura to come back, hug him, and tell him he was sorry, and that everything was going to be okay. Or at least tell him that he was an idiot for thinking that he would ever truly want to do that.

It must have been at least an hour later by the time that his tears dried up, and he finally gained the emotional and physical strength to carry himself to his bedroom. There was no getting his pajamas on or brushing his teeth tonight, not when he felt and probably looked like complete crap.

His thoughts kept getting in the way of him actually going to sleep, though. Things like 'did he ever actually like me' and 'was this how Bakura had been like before he had come along'. Those weren't even the biggest things that he was worrying about though. That was:

"Am I ever going to be able to accept that apology he just gave me?"