Alright, so this isn't a new chapter - so, unless you haven't read the story before or if you're rereading it, there's no point. However, go back to the beginning and read the prologue and that! I'm rewriting the story and reposting this because I messed up with replacing the chapter!

A/N: Yes, I'm well aware how long it's been since the last time that I updated this story, and I'm truly sorry about that. I had been working all summer. Anyways, here's chapter 12 of Reflection. I hope that you'll enjoy.

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Reflection
Chapter 12: Calming Breeze

"Honda, I know that you're home, and that you're awake, you asshole, so let me in the fucking apartment. Your neighbors can't be that happy with you right about now, and I'm fairly certain that you don't want to get kicked out of here," Marik threatened, outside of his friend's door.

The door to the small apartment finally opened after being locked for the past half an hour, causing the tall blond to fall down onto his back, so that he was laying half in the hallway and half in the entrance of the apartment. The annoyed brunet was standing in the entrance of the apartment, wearing nothing but an old pair of boxer's, and looking none too impressed at his recent behavior. Maybe he had been wrong about Honda being awake.

"I don't know what the fuck you're trying to accomplish here by showing up at 12 o'clock in the morning, but get in here before I actually do get kicked out because of this. And just what made you think that I would be up at this time when I have to be at work at in just about, oh, I don't know, 7 hours from now?" Honda demanded.

Marik stood up as if nothing had just happened, before grabbing his suitcase from outside of the apartment, and walking inside the apartment, uncaring and not even sparing a glance at the half-naked man who was glaring at him.

"How the fuck do you suppose that I would know something as meaningless as your work schedule? It's not like I actually listen to what you tell me when you're talking about shit like that. Besides, I need to crash here tonight, and so, I needed to get inside somehow, especially now that you've gone and changed the damn locks again. Do you know how much work I had put into getting your last key copied?" he explained, as if this was completely normal.

"You got kicked out again?" he nodded, "What did you do this time around?"

"Pfft, like I have any fucking clue. The bitch told me some shit about being sick and tired of me disrespecting her all of the time, and that she never wanted to see this handsome face of mine again, or something along those lines. So, I left for good this time around. I'm not going back there again, I swear it."

"You're not moving in here with me, as long as I'm still alive and breathing."

He muttered a curse under his breath, betraying his true plans.

"Like I'd want to move into a dump like this, and with you of all people, it would be torture. I was actually thinking about moving to the big city. There seems to be a lot more action down there, and you know how much I love any sort of action."

"Great, now I'm going to have to phone Yugi to warn him about this new turn of events. So that he can barricade his door before you show up."

"Damn right you are. And what about Jono?"

"He can fend for himself."

One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. He counted as he walked towards the small café that his older brother worked at almost every day, his feet moving to a steady rhythm that was only in his mind. He had the advantage, this time around. Ishizu had let him off of work half an hour earlier than usual, mostly because there was absolutely nobody in the shop today. Maybe he would actually be able to sneak up on him this time around, as unlikely as it seemed.

"Aibou, what are you doing here? I thought that you didn't get off of work for a little while yet. I was just about to walk over to Ishizu's art store to pick you up," a familiar baritone voice spoke up.

He turned around, surprised to find that Atemu was standing behind him. It took him a couple of moments to realize that he had literally walked right past the café while he had been preoccupied with his thoughts, much to his embarrassment.

"Ishizu let me off work early today because there wasn't a single customer in sight. So, I was going to try and sneak up on you, like you usually do to me," Yugi admitted, ignoring the blush on his face as he walked away.

The crimson eyed twin laughed to himself, "There was no need to do that, the only reason that I'm able to sneak up on you is because you're never paying attention to anything that's going on around you. Now, come inside and let me finish closing up shop for the day. It may not have been quiet here all day, but everyone's almost gone now."

Yugi nodded absently as he followed Atemu inside the café, noting the apron that was tied around the other's waist with a small smirk. It had been a whole week since the drama in Duelist had happened, and nobody had seen Bakura or Ryou happier than they were now, not that anyone had seen the couple more than a handful of times. Now, if only things as well on his end of it all. Between work and Jono being around the apartment a lot, Atemu and him had barely had a moment to themselves. And things probably weren't going to be any different tonight, so he was going to make the best of the 10 minutes he had between the café and the apartment.

"Hey you two, I have to ask you to get out now. This place is now closing, and we're not staying open just so you can continue your date for another hour," Atemu told the couple making out in the corner, and they slowly got up, walking out of the door.

The elder walked around the room, making sure that everything was in its place. "Alright, I think that's everything, so, we can go now, Yugi."

The apron may have been a good look on Atemu, but the tight jeans and black tank top that was hiding underneath looked about 5x better than the apron. He just was taking his nice, sweet time to appreciate the look without having to worry about whether or not someone he knew could notice him. Other than Atemu himself that was, who was currently doing the same thing that he was. Both of them were glad that they had the opportunity to properly look.

Atemu strolled over to him with a smirk on his face, before gently placing a soft kiss on his lips, much to his embarrassment. Silently, he followed the elder out of the café, waiting for a moment as he finished locking the place up before they started on the walk to the apartment. They talked quietly about the events of the day, making sure that they didn't walk too closely together, no matter how much he wanted to grab a hold of Atemu's hand.

"After you," Atemu said, opening the door of the apartment with a small bow.

"Thank you , mou hitori no boku," he thanked, walking just inside of the apartment, "Um, can you stay here for a moment? I want to ask you something, but I don't want Jono to hear me."

Atemu motioned for him to continue, closing the door as he stepped inside the apartment.

"Could you please sleep in my room tonight? Oh, um, I don't want to do that, I-I just want to be with you. We've been so busy the last week or so, and I miss you, Atemu, I really do. The few minutes walking home together aren't enough."

"Of course, I would love to do that. All you had to do is ask, Aibou."

As they walked into the kitchen area, the amethyst eyed twin was sure that his face vaguely resembled a tomato of the bright red variety. Not to mention that Jono had probably heard the whole conversation for some reason such as bad luck, and was about to tease him for wanting to sleep with his brother like they were 6 again or freak out on him because he realized that his relationship with his brother wasn't of the innocent kind. So, he was surprised (and rather pleased) when he saw that Jono wasn't even in the room, thus unable to hear the conversation he had just had with Atemu.

A piece of lined paper sitting on the kitchen counter caught his attention. It had definitely not been there when he had left for work sometime late this morning. Slowly, he walked over to the piece of paper, and read it quietly to himself.

"Hey you guys.

"Hopefully you've noticed that I'm not home because if you haven't by now, than I really underestimated your observation skills. Whatever. Seto phoned earlier and asked me to work today because some idiot called in sick on the busiest day of the week. So, I won't be getting back until about 2 or 3 in the morning. Just thought that I'd let you know that I haven't been kidnapped or anything like that.

"Jono."

Yugi smiled to himself, feeling slightly guilty at the rush of relief he felt once he read the note that Jono had left for them. He put the note back on the counter, before walking over to Atemu, who had laid down on the couch. The elder's crimson eyes carefully watched him as he did so. He closed his eyes, and let his body take control as he laid down on top of Atemu, and pressed a soft kiss on the other's lips.

"Aibou, what are you doing? Not that I really mind, but can't Jono walk in at any moment? I'm fairly certain that you didn't want Jono to know about us," Atemu asked, in a hushed whisper.

"That's actually completely impossible. Jono left a note on the kitchen counter, saying that Seto called him into work a while ago, so we have almost all of the time in the world," he whispered back.

A smirk grew on the crimson eyed twin's face, and he immediately pulled Yugi back down, wrapping one arm around his waist, possessively. Yugi responded enthusiastically, happier than he had been for the past few days. His hands were free to roam, and he gladly took the chance that he had to slip his hands underneath Atemu's shirt. His mind was filled with nothing but sweet nothings during the brief moments that they separated for air. Atemu's hand ventured further south than it ever had before, making him gasp ever so slightly, and it gave the elder the perfect chance to slip his tongue into his secret boyfriend's mouth.

Boyfriends. That's what they were, after all, even if only one other person knew about their relationship. The words almost seemed wrong yet, right, like a forbidden fruit that he had always secretly wanted, but he almost immediately felt guilty for taking it in the depths of the night, when nobody else was watching. It wasn't like the words "twin" or "brother" though, that had always felt wrong when he said them for whatever reason.

"Fuck this shit. How come whenever I come over here, you two are going at it like a couple of rabbits? Atemu, take your fucking hand off of Yugi's ass. Seriously, why can't you two just watch a movie and cuddle like every other damn couple out there? It would save me a lot of money on fucking therapy," an all too familiar voice interrupted them.

It only took the couple about 2 seconds to comprehend what was going on, and move their hands to more appropriate places. Bakura watched as Yugi hid his face in the other's chest, obviously embarrassed and a bit annoyed with the situation.

"I bet that you can't say that you and Ryou are one of those couples that just watch movies and cuddle. What are you doing here, anyways? Shouldn't you be over at Ryou's place, also going at it like a couple of rabbits?" Atemu demanded, never once loosening his hold on the younger twin.

"Ryou sent me over here to ask if the three of you wanted to eat dinner together, seeming he hasn't… had the chance to have breakfast with you guys all week. I'm not going to bother to ask though, because Jono is obviously not here, and the two of you… well, the two of you obviously already have plans for this evening."

The nuisance left, much to Yugi's pleasure. He placed another quick kiss on Atemu's lips before quickly grabbing the remote from the coffee table, and turned the television on to some random channel. Not that he had any intent to watch the show. He just hoped that Bakura had closed the front door behind him, instead of leaving it open, just to screw with them. And that Bakura wouldn't come back to question why they were watching the cooking channel.

"I would like it if you explained to me why you accepted my offer to work tonight when you look like complete crap. I don't appreciate it when my employees come to work when they're sick, no matter the reason, Katsuya. It never turns out well, for anyone," the tall brunet demanded to know.

"It's because I need the money," Jono answered, grabbing his bag, "And I noticed that Yugi and Atemu were gettin' a bit stressed out with me 'round all the time, so I decided that I would give 'em a bit of time to themselves for once."

Seto carefully watched the blonde from the door, silently noting that his condition was getting worse. Jono's cheeks were slightly flushed, but not in the good way, like when he was embarrassed or frustrated. He watched as the other's eyes became slightly confused as he took a step towards the door, as if it was taking up all of his energy just trying to walk. And yet, the idiot just kept on trying.

"I don't think that you should have even driven here, never mind work your whole shift, like you just did. And yet, like an idiot, you're still here after doing just that, and there's no way that I'm going to let you drive all the way back to your apartment, or anywhere at all, for that matter. At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if you passed out while you were driving," he told the blond.

"Hey, a-m I hearin' things or somethin'? Is Seto Kaiba of all people actually showin' concern for my well bein'?" the blond struggled to say.

Jono tried to smirk at him, and take another step towards the door, as if he was trying to prove that Seto's suspicions were just that, suspicions, even if it was just to himself. It didn't work out quite like he had wanted to, because his legs gave out on him once his foot touched the ground, not able to take the strain of walking any longer. And he would have face planted on the floor too, if Seto hadn't reacted fast enough, and easily caught him with one arm around his waist.

"S-Seto, I don't feel so good. Could you please take me home?" Jono pleaded, suddenly clutching his stomach.

Now that the brunet had physical contact with him, he was able to tell just how bad Jono's condition really was. It was obvious now that his body temperature was a lot higher than it was supposed to be, to the point that he was sure that the blonde in his arms would probably benefit from seeing a doctor. Not mentioning whatever pain his stomach was causing him. Damn it, he should have been able to notice this earlier on.

"Does it look like I'm about to abandon you here? There's no way that Atemu or Yugi are still awake, it's almost 3 AM right about now. You had better be fine with coming home with me, because you don't have much of a choice at this point in time," he snarled, angry at himself.

Jono nodded and tried to take yet another step, only to have his legs give out on him once again. Seto didn't even blink an eye as he readjusted his arm around the blonde's waist in order to pick him up. To him, it was quite obvious that they weren't about to get anywhere if they continued to work at the pace they were going. And he didn't think that Jono would be able to walk to the car without passing out, at this point in time.

"You know, if I didn't feel so fuckin' horrible right 'bout now, I would have clawed your eyes out for even tryin' this," Jono commented, secretly glad for the help.

"As if you would have been able to manage that," he responded.

Jono let out a strange moan as he was placed in the passenger seat of Seto's car. And suddenly, the warmth that had been coming from the older male disappeared, leaving him feeling like he was freezing. And then his stomach felt like it was going to tear itself apart. That was the only warning that he had as he shoved the door open so that he could empty his stomach's contents on the ground. Now, he felt absolutely horrible, and had absolutely no idea where Seto had gone off to.

"Here yo go, clean yourself up a bit. And could you please close the door? I don't want to see the mess that you just made," Seto asked him, coming out of nowhere and handing him a small garbage can and a box of Kleenex.

"Seto, why are you doing this for me?" he asked, a little while after they had left the restaurant.

"There are a couple of reasons, actually. For one, Yugi would probably get his stronger half to make sure that I was killed in some abandoned forest somewhere, so that I wouldn't be found ever again, if I didn't. And then I'm not exactly heartless enough to send someone who is clearly ill home, by themselves when they're driving home, especially when it's 3 in the morning. Besides, I do like you, Katsuya," Seto admitted.

And then Jono couldn't remember anything else, except for waking up for a brief moment to find that he was being carried into a house by Seto. The only difference this time around was that he wasn't shoved into the passenger seat of a car, and was instead gently placed on a nice, warm bed. But what would he give to still be up against that warm, comforting chest?

Something was telling him that he had to get up, no matter how much he didn't want to move a single inch. Was that his alarm from his phone? No, he had the day off of work today, so, there was absolutely no reason to get up earlier to needed. Still, the annoying ring continued, making him want to curl even further into his blanket. Finally, he fought against everything that his body was telling him, and opened his eyes, before grabbing the ringing cell phone off of the night table beside his bed.

"Hello?" he greeted, not even half awake yet.

"Still fucking sleeping, I see. At least you had the damn decency to answer your phone this time. I've now called you 6 fucking times in the past 20 minutes, you bitch," the person on the other end responded.

As usual, Marik had the absolute worst timing ever. Yugi switched ears as he rolled over, only somewhat surprised to find a bare chest, and only then realizing that there was a pair of arms around his waist. Oh right, Atemu and him had gone to bed after they had gotten tired of "watching television". Not that anything other than kissing had actually happened at any time during the night.

"Why the hell are you phoning me at… 7 o'clock in the morning, Marik?" Yugi demanded to know.

"I got kicked out of my mother's house for the last fucking time. So, instead of moving in with dear Honda here, I decided that I'm going to move to Domino City. Of course, I'll be staying with you until I've found my own apartment to stay in. I'm also leaving soon, so I'll be there in about 5 hours, maybe a bit less than that. Oh, you understand, and you're willing to supply a place to stay until I find an apartment? That's fucking great."

"What the fuck, Marik, don't you dare hang up on me!"

A click could be heard on the other end, signifying that Marik had indeed hung up on him. Atemu was staring at him when he stopped swearing at the phone, and was very obviously confused.

"God damn it, I just want to sleep!"

The phone had started ringing again. Apparently there was nobody out there that wanted to leave him alone on that glorious morning.