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Heaven and Hell	By : Loreley Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 2173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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New Arrival: Aya Fujimaya

            Ah, so this was all a dream, Laurel realized, relaxing as she studied the young man in front of her. Although Carrot Glaze was not what one would consider a normal bishounen, he was still very cute in her opinion. She had always liked his energy and mischievous ways, he was her favorite character from Sorcerer Hunters. He was tall and a bit slender, with dark spiky hair and soulful eyes that sparkled with an almost childish glee. It was hard to believe he was the God of Destruction. Especially when he was leering at her.
            Laurel crossed her arms over her chest in dismay as Carrot began to practically drool. Even if he hadn’t been there, she still could have figured out it was a dream since she was walking around in her undergarments, just like the nightmare from her days in high school.
            Even though this was a dream, she still felt uncomfortable with Carrot ogling her.
            “Give me your pants,” she demanded, noticing his eyes had dropped from her chest to her thighs, where her panties were nearly visible.
            A ridiculous grin broke out on his face as he said, “Alright, I knew you were a naughty girl the second I saw you!”
            Laurel couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him. “Just hurry up and take them off!”
            “Yes ma’am,” Carrot replied, giving her a mock salute. “I love it when a woman bosses me around.”
            Like Chocolate and Tira, Laurel thought to herself, although on further reflection he didn’t seem to like them as much as every other woman he met. Maybe because they were too bossy?
            Carrot whipped his pants off in record time and was reaching for his underwear when Laurel held up a hand and said, “Ugh, stop! I didn’t mean for you to get naked!”
            Carrot looked confused. “But you just told me to take off my clothes.”
            “I said your pants,” Laurel replied as she snatched the pants off of the ground. “I didn’t tell you to strip.”
            “There’s no need to ask me, sweetheart,” he purred, “I’ll do it because I want to. I’m at your disposal.”
            “Idiot, what she meant was she wanted your pants so she could cover up some,” a new, cold voice sliced through the air.
            Laurel and Carrot whirled to face the speaker, and her eyes widened when she saw who it was: Ran Fujimaya, also known as Aya, or Abyssinian from Weiss Kreuz. He stood in the doorway of the large living room, his stance stiff and wary, his katana at the ready. He was dressed in his trademark black outfit he wore while out on missions. Whereas Carrot was merely cute, Aya was downright delicious in a cold way. He was tall with fair skin, striking red hair and piercing eyes that appeared to be silver, blue, violet or all three at various times.
            Goodness, this dream was starting to get really interesting, Laurel thought with a smile.
            Aya did not return the smile. As usual his face was impassive, his eyes devoid of warmth. “Well, are you going to just stand there, or are you going to put the pants on?”
            “Hey pal, haven’t you learned any manners? Watch how you talk to a lady,” Carrot barked at Aya, though it could have been debated whether he was more upset about Aya’s tone or the fact that the redhead had encouraged her to cover up.
            The assassin gave him a look that clearly stated Carrot was not one to be calling the kettle black.
            Laurel blinked at Aya’s rude tone. She was certain dream men had to do as she wished, but apparently this wasn’t a dream she could control. That figured. Muttering to herself, she hastily slipped on the pants.
Carrot gave her an admiring glance. “Those pants look rather tasty on you. But do you know what would look even better on you? Me!”
Laurel thought she saw a muscle twitch on Aya’s right jaw, but he remained perfectly still as he watched her get dressed. Although there was no interest in Aya’s gaze, Laurel’s cheeks were still flaming as she quickly pulled the pants up over her thighs, breathing a silent sigh of relief once her panties were hidden from sight. Being in front of Aya in nothing but a nightie had felt alarming. Carrot was a pervert but she found him harmless because she had no real interest in him. Aya, on the other hand, was one of the anime men she had always wanted to get into bed with, and because of her attraction to him she felt highly uncomfortable in such a scanty outfit. Especially when he had no interest in seeing her in said getup.
Aya had already turned his attention away from them, studying the room with alert eyes. “I don’t know who you people are, or what organization you work for, but I suggest you tell me why you brought me here.”
“Listen buddy, we didn’t bring you here,” Carrot informed the brooding assassin. “I have no idea why we’re here. All I know is, I went to sleep last night on the ground and woke up in a huge bed not far from here. You’re the second person I’ve seen, besides the broad, I mean, lady.”
Aya glared at him in harsh silence for several moments before sparing a glance for Laurel, who at this point was debating whether or not to tell these boys they were in her dream.
“Well, you seem too dim witted to lie, and she has honest eyes, so I have to assume you’re telling the truth,” Aya finally said, sighing as he sheathed the katana that was never far from his side. “I too fell asleep, in my own room, and woke up in a bedroom just down the hall. I wonder why we were brought here.”
Carrot was too busy glaring at Aya to respond. Laurel decided to speak up before Carrot opened his mouth and got himself killed. “Actually, I think I know where we are. I believe we are in a dream. Mine, to be exact.”
“You dream of me,” Carrot gasped, rubbing his hands together in glee. “If this is a dream, doesn’t that mean I can do anything I want with you?”
“No,” Laurel shot in his direction, her attention still on Aya.
The assassin was staring at her in a calm, detached manner, but she felt as if he were amused by what she said, maybe even laughing at her. He tilted his head to one side and said, “We are in your dream, hmm? Well, if we are in your dream, could I do this?”
Aya launched himself at her, moving faster than her eyes could follow. He brought the edge of his blade to rest against her neck, just barely nicking the skin and drawing blood. The pain was so intense; Laurel almost believed she was experiencing this for real. That was impossible, though. She was here with two anime men, and they were even from different shows!
“What do you think you’re doing,” Carrot growled, hurling himself at Aya. The swordsman roughly shoved Laurel away from him, turning to face Carrot, when a blinding flash of light filled the room.
“Stop this nonsense immediately,” a voice thundered through the room. “All of your questions will be answered in due time, once everyone else has arrived. Until then, I suggest you play nice together.”
Aya grew rigid, his eyes darkening with fury, Carrot forgotten for the moment. “I don’t know who you think you are, but I don’t take orders from anyone unless I choose to.”
“Yeah, what he said,” Carrot shouted.
Laurel remained silent, thinking her dream was getting stranger by the moment.
As the light dissipated, it revealed an impossibly handsome man, dressed in nothing but sandals and a white loin cloth and carrying a seriously large bow. The first thought that came to Laurel’s mind was Cupid.
The blond whipped his head around to glare at her. “Do not even dare to compare me with that fat little cherub!”
Laurel’s mouth fell open. How was this guy reading her mind in her dream? And why had Aya been able to attack her?
“Because, this is not a dream,” the Adonis informed her with a beautiful grin.
Laurel felt strangely breathless for a moment, and she let her gaze fly wildly around the room as she tried to understand the magnitude of that statement. If this wasn’t a dream, then she was stuck in some mystery mansion with two anime men and the hunkiest archer she’d ever seen, who also happened to be…a mind reader? The world went dark without warning.
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