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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.

Chapter List
- 1-One
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- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
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New Arrival: Larva

            Eros felt a momentary pang of pity as he watched the mortal woman collapse, but the feeling was brief. She had brought this upon herself after all, by stubbornly rejecting every man he had matched her up with.
            Carrot always had one eye on any woman present, so he knew the very instant Laurel lost consciousness. “Great look what you did,” he snapped, turning to rescue the girl before she hit the ground.
            A dark, enormous shadow swooped down upon her without warning, beating Carrot to her side and easily preventing her from falling. As the shadowy being straightened to an impossibly tall height, Carrot asked, “Who the hell are you?”
            The dark figure glanced at him and Carrot had to stifle a gasp when instead of a face, all he saw was a pale white mask with bizarre markings on it. Yikes, think I’ll leave this person alone, he thought to himself, taking a step back from the towering figure. The girl was cute, but he didn’t know her well enough to die for her. The being in black ignored him, lowering itself to the ground, cradling the woman in its arms. It moved with an ethereal grace that was downright creepy in Carrot’s opinion. Once it was seated, the masked creature situated the girl so she was comfortably sprawled out on the ground with her head in the dark figure’s lap.
            “Hentai,” Carrot muttered to himself under his breath. The shadowy being shifted, the white mask turning in his direction, obviously having heard him. Carrot gave a little yelp and decided to check out what was going on with the blade crazy redhead and the half naked bowman. The masked creature followed his retreat, before settling its attention upon Eros. It had only a moment to study the man, because the red haired swordsman was trying to attack the archer, and after only a matter of moments the nearly nude male disappeared.

            Aya was aware of the moment the odd woman fell, but he chose to ignore her, trusting that the pervert would rescue her from harm. His main concern was this strange bowman who had suddenly appeared before them in a burst of light. He instinctively knew that this was the being responsible for their current predicament, whatever that might be.
            “To hell with waiting for your ‘due time’,” Aya growled. “Who are you and why am I here?”
            The blond warrior stared at him with a distinctly amused expression. “Now it would hardly be fair for me to tell you about the game before all the players arrive. I suppose I could explain it to you now, and then again later when everyone else is present, but I hate having to repeat myself, so I’m afraid you’ll just have to wait to find out the answers to your questions.”
            Aya’s eyes narrowed menacingly. “I’m not interested in being a part of your little game, and you will tell me what I want to know!”
            The assassin lunged at the archer, sword drawn, but before he could even reach the other man, Aya was sent crashing to the ground by an invisible force. The air was knocked out of him, and he couldn’t move, it felt as if his body weighed a thousand pounds.
            “You really should learn to control that violent behavior of yours,” the blond man mused as he sauntered over to where Aya was pinned to the ground. “You will have answers soon enough, but for now know this: no harm is to befall anyone else you meet here. If you try to injure anyone, you will be immobilized. That goes for everyone here,” he added, his gaze flitting over Carrot and the figure in black.
            An instant later, he was gone, vanishing in a flash of light.
            The pressure holding Aya down disappeared with him, and the assassin was on his feet instantly, biting off a curse.
            Carrot gave a low whistle of appreciation at his vile remark. “Nice one, man. I’m impressed.”
            Aya glanced at him irritably. “Are you always such an idiot?”
            Carrot shrugged cheerfully, still smiling from the way this high and mighty swordsman had been forced to the ground. “Depends on who you ask.”
            “I don’t want to know,” Aya muttered, moving away from him, seeking out the woman he’d marked earlier.
            She obviously had no clue what was going on either since she’d thought this was all a dream. However, she would be better company then the womanizing fool. Now that he knew she was another pawn in this situation like him, Aya was feeling guilty for treating her so harshly. She was such a little thing, like his sister, and so dainty. He shouldn’t have been so rough with her, but at the time he’d thought she was holding him prisoner. After all, she was the only one dressed in her sleeping garments, as if she lived in this vast residence.
            The memory of her swathed in shiny, tiny silk caused a surge of heat to wash through him, catching him off guard. Aya rarely took an interest in women, he didn’t have the time for them, but he still appreciated beauty. Still, it was rare he felt any stirrings of desire. How odd, and annoying. Perhaps it was because she had mentioned thinking this was a dream, indicating she dreamed of him, even though he had never seen her before in his life. The notion was arousing. He would have to deal with it later.
            For now, Aya intended to apologize to her. Behind him, he could hear the womanizer hurrying after him.
            “Hey, you might want to stay over here, there’s this really creepy…thing with the girl,” the idiot called after him.
            Aya ignored him, rounding the corner of a couch, and then came to a halt. The girl was curled up on the floor, her head resting in the lap of an enormous black figure. The contrast between her delicate beauty and the creature’s dark mass was striking, not to mention unsettling. Aya raised his sword, the taunting warning of the archer ringing in his head but determined to protect himself no matter the consequences. The girl was an innocent; she deserved his protection as well, especially in light of what he had done to her earlier. “Let her go,” he hissed.
            The black being turned to face him, and he stiffened when an unearthly white mask came into view. “I am not holding her here, she is unconscious.”
            The voice was soft but edged in steel, and to hear it coming from behind such a bizarre covering was disconcerting. Aya’s grip tightened on his katana as the pervert drew alongside him, obviously as wary of the dark creature as Aya was.
            “Fine, then move away from her,” Aya snarled, his own voice sharp and forbidding.
            “If I move, it will jostle her head and undoubtedly disturb her dreams,” the being replied. “I will not move.”
            Aya was about to speak, but just then the woman gave a soft moan and stirred, her eyes beginning to flutter open.

            Her head was resting on a cloud of velvet, Laurel dazedly thought as she slowly came awake. She had been having the craziest dream, where she was stuck in a strange house with Carrot Glaze, Aya Fujimaya and some half naked hottie she’d never seen before. She’d had worse dreams, but this one hadn’t been at all like one would think. Aya tried attacking her, (well, he did tend to strike first and talk later), Carrot tried seducing her (ok so that was in character too), and the archer hadn’t seemed interested in her at all.
            It was all quite lowering for a girl’s self esteem!
            Shaking her head slightly, she gave a deep sigh and then opened her eyes…and screamed as a white mask loomed in her line of vision. For a split second, she wondered if she had somehow stumbled into Jason Voorhees. When her sight cleared, she still decided she was insane because the mask that hovered over her was still there, and very familiar. The mask was beautiful in an eerie way. The right eye appeared to be closed, while the left was open wide enough to reveal one glowing crimson gold orb. On each cheek, and also above each eye, there was a slash mark, round at the base and tapering to a fine point. The mask was surrounded by a voluminous black hood.
            “Larva,” she whispered, and felt the soft fabric beneath her head jerk.
            “How do you know my name,” a silken voice demanded from within the depths of that mask.
            “I’ve seen you before,” she evasively replied, her senses reeling as she slowly looked away from him to study her surroundings.
            She was back in the house from her dream, and standing perhaps a dozen feet away from her were Carrot and Aya. The archer was nowhere to be seen, had he transformed into Larva in her dream? She knew the bowman had told her she wasn’t dreaming, and he had been able to read her mind, but she concluded since it was a dream; it would be possible for anyone to read someone else’s mind. This had to be a dream; three anime men from three different shows were there for heaven’s sake.
            Laurel reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose, muttering, “It’s a dream, it’s just gotta be.”
            “I hate to tell you this sweetheart, but you’re not dreaming,” Carrot informed her, his voice annoyingly bright.
            “You are not real,” Laurel insisted.
            “Really? Then how do you explain the scratch on your neck,” Aya softly inquired.
            Laurel blinked at him stupidly before slowly reaching up to touch her neck. Sure enough, there was a cut, and she winced when she touched it, pulling her hand back to stare in dazed bemusement at the blood on her fingers. It was possible for a person to bleed in their dreams, but to have the same dream twice, a continuation of itself in every way, in one night? That was highly unlikely. Plus, her neck hurt too much for this to be anything but real.
            “Well I’ll be damned,” she finally said, an edge of hysterical laughter in her voice.
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