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Unseen Reflections

Something felt wrong. No. Let's rephrase that. It felt so right, but yet so wrong to the mind of the fifteen-year-old boy. It was just so plain wrong, but it always felt so good thinking about it. No, scratch that too. It was driving the poor boy insane at the same time. And Amiboshi finally realized something. He was in love with his own twin brother. Who ever would think such a thing could ever happen in the history of, well, just history. Trying to keep his mind off it, he stretched out on the tree limb and positioned his fingers on his trusted flute. He began to play a song, not even knowing what it sounded like.

~*~

Suboshi's forehead was creased in a thoughtful frown. Sitting on his bed in the room he shared with his brother, he pulled his knees up under his chin. He stared blankly into the wall. His brother wasn't inside the palace. Amiboshi was probably outside in the garden. Everything was perfect so far. They had just been discovered as two of the seven Seiryuu seishi, and yet, they had nothing to do. They were waiting for a plan of some sort to beat the Suzaku Seven down to their knees. But something was bothering him, even at this time, but it wasn't about him or any upcoming war. It was his brother. Something funny was going on.

~*~

Amiboshi continued to play, feeling saddened as he went through some very known facts. He knew, already, that Suboshi was attracted to the Priestess of Seiryuu, Yui. When Suboshi had mentioned it, Amiboshi had felt his heart sink a little. Back then, Amiboshi had figured he was probably worried about the whole "girl-breaks-boy's-heart." But that wasn't it, it was more like, "boy-gets-heartbroken-when-he-realizes-the-one-he-loves- loves-someone-else." Amiboshi's spirits sunk deeper as he realized that Yui might even take Suboshi away from him. That is, if Yui liked Suboshi or not. But who wouldn't? Suboshi, unknowingly, already had Amiboshi in love with him.

"Aniki," came a soft request.

Amiboshi almost fell of the branch in surprise. Suboshi reached out and grabbed his shoulder to steady him.

"Something's wrong," Suboshi said to his brother, "Tell me."

"M-me? I-ie." Amiboshi countered, trying to cover his blush that threatened to expose his true feelings.

"Dammit! Talk to me!" Suboshi exploded, "I swear, you've been avoiding me! And you're so sad! Why don't you talk to me?"

"Nothing is wrong," Amiboshi replied, lowering his flute.

"Oh yeah? If something wasn't so saddening to you, then why are you playing a damn song on your flute that's making everyone in the whole palace cry?" Suboshi gestured to his own face, where wet cheeks implied he had spoken the truth.

"Oh." Amiboshi was speechless, "I really didn't mean to."

"Yeah, me crying is really doing wonders for my reputation here, you know," Suboshi kidded, "Why are you so sad?"

Amiboshi was on the verge of burning up with heated desire. It took all that he had not to grab the blonde in front of him and kiss him so hard it might bruise.

"It'," Amiboshi blurted out and quickly jumped down to the ground. From the bottom of the tree, Amiboshi sprinted away from Suboshi and towards the palace as fast as possible.

Suboshi sighed, "This is not right. Amiboshi always talks to me." he said to himself before hopping out of the tree himself.

~*~

By the time Suboshi had hopped into bed, the rain had come. Splattering musically around the palace, the rain brought along a sense of danger towards Suboshi, who dreaded all storms like this one. This phobia of storms was enforced back when the twins were young. Suboshi had been caught outside during a storm. By the time Amiboshi had found him, Suboshi had been soaked to the bone and nearly unconscious. The next day, Suboshi had a fever so high and symptoms so torture some, Amiboshi had feared for his brother's life.

Suboshi shuddered to think of that un-faithful night as he snuggled deeper under the comfy palace blankets. His brother had long gone to sleep, fearing no wicked storm, and was breathing as soundly as one could possibly breath. Suboshi shivered more so and pulled his head under the covers. In separate beds, Suboshi felt so alone and scared without his brother.

CRACK! BO-O-O-O-O-O-M! The flash of lightning and thunder sounded.

Suboshi bit back a girlish scream, but yet still flinched.

Man, I'm such a coward, he thought to himself, as he slowly slid out of bed.

Skittering quickly over to his brother's side of the room, he crouched down next to Amiboshi's relaxed shape. Suboshi shook his brother's shoulder enough for Amiboshi to roll over and face him.

Amiboshi's eye opened slightly, still blurred with sleep, "N-nani.?"

"I'm I sleep in with you?" Suboshi blurted, not caring how weird it sounded. In fact, he was pretty sure during all storms, they did this same thing. It was practically a tradition.

Amiboshi wordlessly lifted up the corner of blankets, and Suboshi almost dived in, when another crack of thunder sounded at the same moment.

Amiboshi transferred his head to Suboshi's chest and sighed. He fell back into deep sleep again. He barely even woke up when Suboshi made his request, so he didn't realize anything really happened.

Suboshi fell asleep soon after, comforted by the presence of his brother.

~*~

Amiboshi woke up the next morning, feeling slightly stiff than he'd been in days. He lifted himself up and stared at his sleeping brother with adoration. Suboshi looked so innocent as he snoozed. It was too cute. Amiboshi lay back down on his brother and closed his eyes. It was still a little early and Suboshi usually woke up around noon or so.

But not today. Amiboshi had only settled back down when Suboshi stirred under him. Suboshi lifted his arm and rubbed his eyes. Then he shook Amiboshi.

"Are you awake?" Suboshi hissed at his brother.

"I was, but I didn't want to be," replied Amiboshi, refusing to open his eyes.

"You need to get off me. I want to get up," Suboshi told his brother. Suboshi shifted underneath his brother.

Amboshi stifled a sigh of annoyance and picked himself off of his brother. Suboshi made a dash for the bathroom, and Amiboshi giggled lightly. His brother was just too cute sometimes. Well, he was always cute to Amiboshi.

Suboshi came back into the room and hopped back onto Amiboshi's bed, not caring if he squashed his brother or not. Fortunately, he missed Amiboshi and landed next to him.

"So! What are we going to do today?" Suboshi chirped.

"What are you so happy about?" Amiboshi groaned, reliving back to the fact that he ached almost all over for some particular reason. Sometimes life was just weird like that. Maybe he was just tired from trying to reduce those raging hormones.

This was, though, a total change of personalities. Suboshi never got up this early, and Amiboshi was always the one who woke his brother up with a smile. Today, Amiboshi felt like he could sleep for the rest of his life and still live a happier life. Suboshi, for some reason, was feeling energetic and just plain happy.

"Come on! Let's go get some breakfast!" Suboshi whined, prodding at his brother to get his ass out of bed.

"Go by yourself!" Amiboshi snapped, feeling grumpy this morning.

Suboshi was speechless. First his brother avoided him, and now he's being rude to him? Feeling incredibly hurt and betrayed, Suboshi stalked off toward the kitchen for an early morning breakfast.

As Suboshi left, Amiboshi pulled the covers over his head. It hurt, to be so mean to his brother, but Amiboshi just didn't feel like covering up his emotions today. Like this morning, he just felt like he needed to sleep in, and any earlier interruptions were going to be met with a very crabby expression. And, besides, what Amiboshi really needed was some time alone to think. But really, what was there to think about? It was a pretty stable fact. He was in love with his brother. It wasn't even the point that he was in love with a boy, making him gay, but the point that he had fallen for his own family member, who looked just like him!

~*~

Hua-Ling was one you could call, the big sister of everyone. The twenty-one-year old head cook listened to your problems and helped you sort through things. She was there to comfort you and to lend a hand. And she wasn't bad at matchmaking either! Although she was blunt and very strict sometimes, she still was loved throughout the palace. Besides, she cooked really well!

"I don't know what is wrong with him!" Suboshi complained to Hua- ling, as she was frying rice and searching for eggs.

"You said that he actually told you to go by yourself to eat?" Hua- Ling questioned, through the surprisingly relatively quiet kitchen, "I really can't see those words coming out of Ami-chan's mouth."

"Well, believe it," Suboshi muttered as he rested his elbows on the table, "I feel like Amiboshi's to hurt me, I guess."

"He would not do that," Hua-Ling assured, "We both know Ami-chan perfectly well. He wouldn't do that. Maybe he's pre-occupied with something." She flipped an egg over.

Suboshi sighed, "I don't know. Whatever's occupying his mind is really making , I think, maybe even unstable."

"You've really thought this out already, haven't you," Hua-Ling dished out a quick breakfast for Suboshi. She settled herself down with a cup of tea.

"Hai. Of course. He's my brother. I'm really worried," Suboshi countered, picking up his chopsticks, "Besides, these personality chances are really scaring me."

Suboshi picked at his food, remembering Amiboshi's face as he had said those nasty words. Go by yourself! It echoed in Suboshi's head. Impossible! It was so weird. Amiboshi did not even get up either. Suboshi continued to stare into his plate until Hua-Ling's voice broke his thoughts.

"Open that mouth and eat! And are those elbows on my table, Suboshi?"

"Urk!" Suboshi stuffed rice into his mouth and stopped resting his elbows on the table. Only Hua-Ling would have the guts and respect to tell a seishi what to do.

"Besides," mused Hua-Ling, "Amiboshi seems to have some symptoms of being bit by the love bug."

Suboshi suddenly pushed himself up from the table, almost flipping the table off-balance. A hint of triumph glittered in his eye.

"Ah-hah! So Aniki likes someone, eh? Well then, it's about time he tells me," Suboshi declared, ready to dash back to his room where Amiboshi was.

"Suboshi. Sit! I'm not done with you yet!" Hua-Ling scolded, "If you may realize, Amiboshi hasn't told you yet, right?"

"Don't rub it in, Hua-Ling" muttered Suboshi, stuffing the rest of the food into his mouth.

"You know why he hasn't told you yet? It's probably something he's embarrassed about. That's why he's keeping it to himself."

"Hmm," Suboshi considered, "I never thought of it that way."

"That's because you're Suboshi," joked the cook.

"What was that?" Suboshi's eye twitched with annoyance.

"I meant," rephrased the cook, "That's because you're the Suboshi we all know and love."

"I tho-o-ought so." Suboshi raised an eyebrow and prepared to stalk out of the kitchen.

"Before you go," Hua-Ling packed some food on a tray and handed it to the teenager, "Bring Amiboshi some breakfast, and do try to understand what he's going through."

"Hai," Suboshi agreed, starting to feel like a servant. He walked out into the hall.

"And get him out of this mood soon! Even the palace birds are drooping!" Hua-Ling shouted to Suboshi's retreating back.

"Birds droop?" Suboshi asked himself, before he dismissed it from his head.

~*~

Suboshi entered cheerfully into his room, where Amiboshi was still tangled underneath all the blankets. The chilly morning air still clung to the atmosphere and Suboshi realized he should put on more clothes or he would freeze to death. But then again, Amiboshi was always there to remind him about these things. Instead, Amiboshi was buried under blankets and refusing to move an inch. Suboshi had a great urge to dump the teapot on his brother's head.

"Hey, wake up and eat, will'yah?" Suboshi prodded his brother.

"Stop pokin' me."

"Get up and eat, Aniki!" Suboshi continued his bothering.

"Don' wanna eat."

"Will you get up?" Suboshi almost screamed.

"Go away." came Amiboshi's reply.

Suboshi gaped silently at his twin. The tray he held tilted dangerously at the angle as his arms almost dropped it. With a really, really torn look on his face, Suboshi set the tray down on the table next to the bed, and ran out of the room. With a few minutes of debate, he rushed back in and grabbed some warmer clothes to change into, then the boy rushed back out. Even throughout this little enterprise, Amiboshi hadn't moved a muscle.

~*~

Go away. Suboshi cringed and almost cried as he repeated the phrase over, and over, and over again. This was pure madness. Something was wrong with his brother. Maybe Amiboshi was delirious. Of they're whole fifteen years of life, had neither of the pair wanted to be away from each other. Until this morning. Of course, it was only because of one decision. Suboshi didn't agree to this arrangement at all. It's just pure madness, Suboshi persisted to himself, pure, a hundred and ten percent madness.

And the way Amiboshi put it. You could never, ever see those words come out of Amiboshi's mouth. Go away. It was so simple, such a command, it wasn't even a phrase out of Amiboshi's personal dictionary. Suboshi continued to ponder on this one subject matter. And now it was practically driving him crazy.

What was a twin to do?

~*~

Amiboshi was sitting up in his bed, staring horrendously at the foot of his bed. He could not believe he just said those two words to his brother; the brother who he had promised to protect and take care of, for the rest of their living days. The one that was so protective of him also. The one person who just brought him breakfast

This wasn't working. He couldn't ignore the feelings. He couldn't throw them away. He couldn't even avoid them. The more he tried to run, the more it hurt Suboshi. The more Suboshi got hurt, the more pain Amiboshi felt.

It hurt so much. The pain was no longer bearable. Amiboshi either had to spit out his feelings to his twin and suffer the pain, torture, and torment. Or he could keep his thoughts to himself and continue hurt himself and his most loved one.

Amiboshi's eyesight blurred and his face turned a greenish shade. It was too much to handle. He threw off his covers and rushed for the bathroom. There, he hurled into the white porcelain bowl and bowed his head down. He couldn't take it anymore. He just had to tell Suboshi, no matter the outcome. His body couldn't take more of this torture. And neither could his mind. But Amiboshi was too tired to find his brother, neither could he move. His mind swirled and he gently released his hold on the porcelain bowl and braced himself on the tiled floor. He passed out slowly as his weariness and sickness took over.

~*~

Suboshi was at a tough decision. Well, it was tough for him. What should he do? The only thing he could do to figure out the solution to the tension would be to talk to his brother. The only thing he needed to do to get Amiboshi angry would be to talk to him at the same time. He needed to soothe the problem between them, but the more he seemed to ask, the more Amiboshi snapped at him to leave him alone and go away.

Talk to him or stay away from him.

Suboshi pulled a daisy out of the grass. Sometimes it was easier to rely on methods like this. He began to pull the petals off, one by one. Talk to him, don't talk to him, talk to him, don't talk to went on until he came to the last petal. Talk to him.

Suboshi grimaced inwardly, but accepted his fate. Feeling slightly foolish about bothering Amiboshi constantly, Suboshi brushed the petals off his clothes and went inside.

~*~ Bracing himself as he walked into the room, Suboshi's eyes widened as he saw tussled bed covers that used to cover his brother. Starting to feel uneasy, Suboshi shifted his eyes around the spacious room. His side was as messy as always. His brother, being the meticulously clean one, had left his bed covers unfolded, which was unusual. Suboshi came to two conclusions. Amiboshi was in a hurry and Amiboshi wasn't in the room. Where else could Amiboshi be? Still not having declared war on Konan, things were still at a peaceful state. Of course, someone could have come in and Amiboshi had to leave in a hurry, which was too rare for Suboshi to have considered.

The confused teenager scratched his head and cocked his ear for any noise at all. There wasn't even water running in the bathroom, which was even more rare, since Amiboshi always washed up before going out. And Suboshi was only out for maybe half an hour or so.

Just making sure, Suboshi poked his head into the small bathroom and gaped. He almost screamed.

Amiboshi was lying on the floor, his hair strewn messily across his eyes. He looked like he had fainted, but in sheer pain. He was still in the light robe he wore to bed. Suboshi noted that his twin had thrown up too. With a sigh of frustration, Suboshi grunted lightly as he strained his muscles to pick up his brother. Amiboshi was totally limp. It was like he died. The unconscious boy's head lolled back so Suboshi shifted the position for Amiboshi's head to rest against his shoulders.

"Now he probably caught a cold, lying there on the cold floor, in almost no clothes, in practically, the middle of winter!" Suboshi put his brother onto the tussled bed.

Suboshi paced the room after he covered his brother with the blankets, "Do I wake him, or do I let him wake by himself? If I were to wake him, do I dump water on him or something? Oh my goodness, Seiryuu, what will I do? Is he sick? Did he get drunk? Why the hell would Amiboshi get drunk? He wasn't drinking spiked the punch! No, no, there is no punch spiked the sake! can't spike sake with sake. Oh ma-a-an, I don't know what to do! I need help! Does he have a fever. Aiya-a-ah!"

Suboshi plopped onto his own bed, feeling dizzy himself, either from pacing or from the uncontrollable tumbling of sentences out of his mouth. He wasn't good at this. Not at all. He was more used to being taken care of by Amiboshi, not the other way around.

Suboshi stood up. He needed to get one of the palace healers. He didn't have a clue about healing. And he didn't even know how sick his brother was. He walked down the many corridors, trying to remember the last time he passed the sick bay.

Try to understand what he's going through, Hua-ling's voice echoed in his head.

NO! Suboshi thought, Amiboshi may be having emotional problems too! I hope the healer can handle him!

~*~

Never being sick or injured during his stay so far in the palace, Suboshi gazed wondrously around the room filled with medicines and scrolls.

"Can I help you, young man?" a soft voice inquired.

Suboshi jerked his head toward the voice. A girl, about twenty-four years old, with her straight black hair cascading down along her shoulders, appeared. She was holding a box of herbs, cloths, and powders. Her face reminded Suboshi's strongly of Hua-ling.

"." Suboshi was speechless. He really didn't know what to say. 'My brother's dying? I don't know what's wrong with him?' Suboshi couldn't find the right words.

"Suboshi-sama, onegai, tell me what is the problem," the girl asked, her dark-brown eyes scanning over the blonde.

"You know my name?" Suboshi inquired with surprise, "How?"

"You are one of the celestial warriors, are you not? Your twin is the one called Amiboshi?" the girl asked.

"Am I really that famous?" Suboshi asked childishly.

The girl gave a soft, tinkling laugh, "I don't know. Also, my sister speaks of you two often. My name's Fong-ling. My sister is Hua-ling. She's the palace cook."

"You guys are very pretty," Suboshi complimented politely, "Do you have anymore siblings?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. Two sisters. Both are younger than me and Hua- ling."

"Oh! My brother! You know, Amiboshi? He'.." Suboshi stuttered, "He .threw I think he passed out."

"Oh my." Fong-ling's hand flew up to her mouth, "Do you need me to go to his room?"

"Hai, onegai," Suboshi answered meekly.

"I'll be ready in a second. I need to tell the others I'll be gone for a while. And I need to grab some more things." Fong-ling zipped away, returning with a basket of medicines, basins, cloths, perfumes, and other things Suboshi didn't exactly want to know about.

"Okay, lead the way," Fong-ling commanded.

~*~

"You two live in the same room?" Fong-ling asked as she entered, seeing the two beds.

"." Suboshi answered, feeling a barrage of questions coming.

"Oh, I see," the young healer said, settling down next to Amiboshi's still figure.

"No more questions?" Suboshi asked with a surprised look on his face, "Huh, that's weird. Everyone always freaks out or something when they see Amiboshi and me living in the same room. Either that or they ask a few million questions."

"I was planning to do that after I took care of Amiboshi," the woman replied, shrugging her shoulders.

Suboshi sweatdropped and mumbled, "I knew it all along."

"Would you rather stay in the room or wait outside, Suboshi-sama?" Fong- ling asked, taking out a perfume and unscrewing the cap, "The decision is up to you."

"You won't do anything funny to him, will you?" Suboshi asked suspiciously, "No weird touchy-touchy or nothing?"

Fong-ling frowned seriously, "Suboshi-sama, onegai, I'm twenty-four years old. I'm a healer. I'm not a hormone-driven teenager who wants to pounce on every good-looking person of the opposite gender."

"Then I'll be right outside!" Suboshi blushed and walked out, sliding the door shut behind him. Man, I'm so embarrassed, how could I ask such a question? Nevertheless.I knew Amiboshi and I were good-looking!

He paced outside the room, wondering if he should go outside or stay where he was. After about two minutes, there was a surprised shout inside the room.

"What are you doing in here? Who are you?" yelled Amiboshi's voice.

He's awake, mentally cheered Suboshi, as he opened the door to greet his twin.

He was met with a deafening roar from Amiboshi, "Shun! What the name of Seiryuu is going on?"

Fong-ling picked herself up from the floor, where she had stumbled back away from Amiboshi.

"Maybe my sister's wrong, Amiboshi's the one with a temper, Suboshi's the sweet one. 's got to be it." Fong-ling muttered.

Her words spread silence over Amiboshi, who shut up as quickly as he had started shouting.

"Oh my god, oh my god, where are my manners? Oh my god, I can't believe I just did that, oh my god." Amiboshi started to mutter, with his head in his arms.

Fong-ling stared at Suboshi, who carelessly shrugged his shoulders in return. He didn't know what was wrong with his brother either.

"What to do.I don't know what to do.I can't believe I just yelled at some random girl. Oh my goodness, I just keep repeating myself." Amiboshi's muffled voice continued to babble.

Amiboshi's jerked up and ran out of the room.

"Aniki, matte-" Suboshi started.

Fong-ling rested her hand on his shoulder, "Leave him be, Suboshi-sama, I need to talk to you."

"Let me guess." Suboshi mused for a while, "It's about Amiboshi!"

"Hai!" Fong-ling smiled fakely, "You're so smart, Suboshi-sama!"

"I know, I know, hold the applause." Suboshi grinned, "Now what about him? Can you figure out what's wrong with him?"

"He's more confused . man! All those years getting P. and masters degrees, still doesn't help me figure out a stupid analogy!" Fong-ling cursed.

Suboshi was taken aback, "And I thought you were the nice one of the family."

"Oh 's Huo-ling. She's the nicest. She's mistress of war in the family," Fong-ling informed.

"Are you sure she's the nicest?" Suboshi asked hesitantly.

"Hai! Of course! She's only killed about half an army before. You want to know how many I've killed?" Fong-ling's eyes sparkled.

"Ie! I mean, no thanks." Suboshi sweatdropped. This family was wacked.

"All I know is, Amiboshi-sama is going to have a lot of trouble sleeping while he's going through what he's going through. It's not contagious, don't worry, and it's not exactly fatal. Well, it can be fatal, depending on what stage it reaches," Fong-ling said.

"Matte, isn't that bad?" Suboshi asked, looking more worried as Fong-ling continued to speak.

"If he doesn't fall asleep, give this to him," Fong-ling handed Suboshi a few packets of sleeping powders, "He's going to need sleep. And if he starts to stop 're going to have to force it down him. This isn't a physical our medicines won't be able to cure it. It will just have to blow over."

Suboshi nodded slowly, processing the information, "And these sleeping I stick it in his food or something?"

"Stick it in his drink. It works better in liquids, because it's already dissolved. And don't worry! The powders are all natural, no chemicals or hormones added, and -"

"No need for advertisements, Fong-ling," Suboshi said, "Arigato for waking up my brother and for the to bother you so early in the day."

"Oh, daijoubu," Fong-ling smiled, her gentle eyes scanned over Suboshi's stressed face, "I wasn't doing much anyways. Just getting ready for the upcoming war."

"WAR?" Suboshi's heart lurched suddenly, "Nakago has already planned when he's going to attack?"

"Hai," Fong-ling saddened a bit, "Wars always depress me. People lose their lives too much, and it causes the life around here to be more than hectic." She snapped out of her trouble-is-coming mood, and managed a quick smile, "I do have to get back, Suboshi-sama, I will take my leave now."

Fong-ling exited Suboshi's room and hurried down the hallway. Suboshi sat down on his bed. War? The work was actually unfamiliar to him. Yes, he and Amiboshi had lost their parents in a raging, fiery attack on their village, but Suboshi had never really fought in a war before. He was, as a fifteen year old, the perfect age to fight. And also being a Seiryuu seishi, it was double the importance of protecting the capital and their Priestess.

"I have no clue of healing, or training, or fighting, or overcoming my fear of new situations." muttered Suboshi, "I am going to the bath house and sitting in hot water for two .that sounds good."

Suboshi grabbed a towel and left the room.

~*~

A/N: Next .plz read on!!! Ehh, now I sound pathetic.